wonder alicorn Alister flew into my garden on a Thursday night
I had been lonesome, so seeing her was a terrific sight.
In jewel tones of purples, lavenders and turquoise too.
Hey! She said to me, let’s be great friends, if it’s okay with you.
Where did you get your name, I asked Alister, as she landed on a rock.
It was the name of a truly wonderful fiancé’ of my favorite Uncle Brock.
He drove my mother to the alicorn hospital because my daddy was away.
She immediately named me Alister, to honor his lost sweetheart that day.
I have always felt that his love, Alister has been watching me from heaven.
Have seen her materialize a few times since I was six or seven.
She taught that I need to be kind and spread the world with love every day.
And that is what I intend to do to you, in every single alicorn-like way.
That is the day I began to believe in myself and gathered confidence galore.
Alister, the alicorn stayed around and guided me until I was twenty-four.
Then she had to fly back to Imagination Land to help another child.
She was empathetic and wonderful, kind and never very wild.
One day…
After the fires are done
And the water has carried all maps away…
Someone will find you.
Not to save...
To name again.
And then, you will remember
You were not lost.
Spock got rescued dog
He named it Elton Grock 4
It ate the homework
Of every person on earth ~
Then made stuff up - Babel Blurb
there was a young banty rooster named Ben
who liked to hit on all of the old hens
one sad summer day it was said
an axe was taken to his head
now all the old hens are safe in their pen
There's this happy fellow named Jack
A serious bone in his body he lacks
When they finally close his coffin
He'll be scratchin' and clawin'
Yelling a la Schwarzenegger “I'll be back”
How could you do me this way?
I thought you said you liked me..
Ever since the first glance my heart felt relief
I guess I was fooled, what an imbecile
I felt it coming? Why so soon? I wasn’t enough?
WHY WONT YOU SPEAK? YOU KNOW WHO I AM..
Sigh, trapped in my mind. Everything replays.
I think about you and hope you come up to speak
My heart wants it but my mind knows
Why did you leave me.. you gave me up
Named Person you hurt my heart. You knew it was pure
You may read this very poem and know who you are
I tried my best to keep you in grasp. All in the end..
“I’m sorry” with verbal explanation would free me
As long as I see your face, everything turns to a blur
Named Person what didn’t I have that made you leave?
I tried being beautiful for you everyday. Even if I made
a mockery of myself. Ah, you don’t see that cause I’m supposed to be “happy”. fuxking foolery
My heart is scared.. you killed me boy
Even in the mist of all my feelings
I still love you , I’m sorry for myself and hate it
Named Person..
a gopher sat on my toe today
sassy and saucy, his name was Ray
What fun do you have? The scamp asked me
I rocked my toe, so he could see
Do that again, he goaded me
I teeter-tottered him to my knee
Come back tomorrow the gopher said
He blew me a kiss and my face turned red
I bought me a horse from a feller named Clyde,
said, "She’s gentle and sweet, just a joy for to ride."
Well, "Maybe" she was, and maybe she weren't--
the first thing she did was dump me in dirt.
I saddled up hopeful, boots shiny and proud,
"Maybe" just yawned and sat down on the ground.
I pulled, and I pushed, and I pleaded and begged,
but Maybe just blinked and then stomped on my leg.
Now me and ol' Maybe, we're thick as can be--
she naps in the shade, and she bosses on me.
Folks laugh when I ride--I don't mind much, you see--
'cause Maybe's the only girl stubborn as me.
From East to West
let my servant's trumpet
announce this victory
over those who defied me;
no Greek dares to fight me:
I am their uttermost deity!
They named me Zeus
and look to me for guidance,
I carry the thunderbolt
and I strike all enemies with vengeance;
they fell by the dozen
in the battlefield below Athens,
the ones who survived will challenge me again:
a huge temple can be destroyed and be rebuilt
in a year or less, not a life of a warrior
whose voice can be silenced by a spear!
On the Mount of Olympus
I'm watchful of conspirers,
I've sent Ulysess on a journey
he will land on the peninsula of Italy,
it's his second home more prosperous
than Greece, there Greeks will colonize
and build temples to deities in valleys
to withstand weather and time!
They named me Zeus
and I ride the golden chariot,
Greek women bow down,
Greek men shout and fight;
I instill in them valor and grit,
and they'll persevere in their quest:
win or die, victory or loss
are carried inside until they have won!
Should we have walked six miles instead of two?
What else were I to do?
Bowed down and raging
Fuming in our cages
I left it all to you
You wield your power
and I could only cower
to the fear of losing
With you I'm always losing
How awful the decline
Fanfare to jeers
Running into the fears
Stayed by the friend
The cause of my end
They don't know your ache
Torn between familiarity and desire
A lustful spiral
Why is it all dark when it's supposed to be black?
I am better than your lack
Now faraway and mending
You opt to continue what I've ended
The unspoken is so loud
between every line
every pause
never innocent, this cause
I fell here but not far
I pained here but not broken
I wear the stain of what belongs to you
Freedom in manhood
to feast without repercussion
I, scourged for fighting battles
only I know I've won
Because with you I'm always losing
but you're the lost one
I'm in a pickle
Soured sometimes I cry
Because there's not much time here
For I will soon leave memories behind
There is no time for regrets
No time for bitterness
Nothing needs to be undone
I'm only space filled with skin and bones
A beautiful mind only remembers from long ago
I brushed my teeth today
I dressed myself
Combed my hair
I looked in the mirror
I saw a stranger staring back at me
He was crying
Soured by his predicament
I washed my face and walked away
I don't remember
Did I comb my hair?
there was an old man named McGuinn
who liked his women and his sloe gin
one night it was said
he took both to bed
and woke up next day with a sly grin
My cat is aptly named Mischievous
A little ball of fur
She doesn't weigh much
But how dearly I love her
She always spills her milk
Then licks her whiskers clean
She doesn't do it on purpose
She doesn't seem to be mean
She lays on the carpet
Rolled up into a ball
In her mind she is thinking
I might trip and fall
She's always hiding somewhere
Especially underneath my chair
Suddenly she jumps out
Trying to give me a scare
I wouldn't trade her for anything
She is so precious to me
Even though she is Mischievous
It's very plain to see
She's always under foot
Especially when I am trying to work
In her mind
I'm the one who is the jerk
In spite of all this
We will have a little chat
I'll try to make her understand
But darn it I don't speak cat
has he got
the balls
to juggle?
doesn’t he
have
balloons?
only a knife
and a photo
of his mother
not meeting
their gaze
only walking by,
fixed eyes on
the horizon
he walks down the block party
where mothers
hold children in fear
and Dennis is in a trance
dancing toward
the uncertain nothing to leave
toward another town
start anew
parties in high rise apartments
of fashionably well-to-do
with a mason jar of beetles
and a guitar with one string
the toast of
Bean Town
or Broadway
the life of
the pity party
the talk of
small town U.S.A.
Bess’s expressions were grotesque
Most usually weirdly cheerless
She is under unusual duress
Her family is an utter mess
Bess is playing poker more or less
Her deadpan expression not needless
A stickler for rules more or less
My watercress-loving friend named Bess
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