Conceal this
trespassing against me well that’s on you.
getting caught up makes me a fool.
leave it alone because what’s the use.
when another will come to.
getting mad cause we don’t stick like glue.
the issue i’m trying to pursue.
it’s nothing personal
just a phase and i need to be discernible.
i’m certain that i get what i give returnable.
So it should be no hard feelings.
i just need to conceal this.
i’m able and willing.
unequivocallysyretta
Categories:
returnable, conflict, emotions, introspection, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
the matter of scales
We, you and I, who don't believe in a rose
scented heaven, painted by a five years
old child who has a mother named Glady
Nor do we believe in that place where
stokers go, tired of an electrified world
I know of a man on X who is doing his
best believing in a friendly God, that
must be difficult for a man who wonders
if he is a deity of wealth.
If I go before you, I like to be a memory
dwell there until it is time to go
and become the non-returnable
As we sit on a bench that has a lone
tree and swirling fog, we can talk about
the Savanna, when I was a lion and you
were a gracious giraffe called baby
We can also reminiscence when we
were warthogs, lived in a hole
with no hope of having a bath unless
it rained so much that our cave flooded
We can also fry to nirvana, a place that
is less colorful and has an echo of
wishes not fulfilled.
Failing that, we can go to Iceland said
to be the most peaceful place on earth
by those who have not heard the rumble
of earthquakes
The aber is the island has no trees if
we should get bored and hang ourselves
Categories:
returnable, angst, august, baptism, beach,
Form: Ballade
I have no thoughts of anymore,
I am in a wilderness of thoughts,
I am green about where I am,
I don’t feel myself in place,
I can’t tell where I am.
This is because of you,
You who gave me love in abundance,
You who taught me the beauty of love,
I can’t see anyone else,
I see you.
Whenever I think about you,
I feel the heavens falling down,
And when you show me love,
I feel sitting on the right-hand side of Jesus,
Youi gave me the real definition of love.
The majority feel haunted,
But they have no say about this,
My ex-lovers wish to make U-turn,
But goods once sold are not returnable,
Am Sorry Am Taken.
Categories:
returnable, friendship love,
Form: Free verse
snowman three meters high
an inelegant formation
of grizzled snow packed in lumps
needing refinement
stubby tree-branch arms
glutching fastened balloons, blue and yellow
bobbing in the wet licks of wind
snowman towering, gently twisted
desperate grit to thwart a winter's thaw
as blue and yellow balloons bounce near an icy chest
like a slow tempo beat of heart
plundered sense of capture
quirky
resilient balloons
scripted bits of childhood charm
not yet swept aside by tempest
nearby
snatched away by breezes
one red balloon traces the street gutter
like a beggar foraging returnable cans
red balloon smitten with blotches of mud
deflating in the mercenary chill
its gentle sway like a cheeky concept of self
unrestrained
in the vagrancy of night
Poem composed February 7, 2023
Categories:
returnable, allusion, imagery, wind, winter,
Form: Free verse
When the space traveler returned,
it was already another generation
Almost everything
that he had known before had
disappeared...
The house where he lived had a
different architecture,
the family to which he belonged...
all dead... !
A century on earth, had passed...!
Things he loved,
they weren't there anymore... !
nor even the girlfriend with whom
he had made a pact was not waiting
for him...
She was one of the things
that he loved best... the other that
could had been unfaithful,
it was not...!
The returnable coca cola empty hull
there it was... intact...
with its yellow cap... faithfully
waiting just to be replaced for
Another returnable full Coca Cola !
Categories:
returnable, adventure, allegory, creation, extended
Form: Prose Poetry
All debts are returnable
On date or later
All dates not like debts
Not returnable
Categories:
returnable, day,
Form: Free verse
Oh woe is me, I am old now with me granny
but I can’t call her that or she’ll kick me fanny
she has a name of Moo Moo for this old dame
and I am Fa Fa, her Norwegian flickering flame.
She is me Emma, but not she she
met her at a church dinner that was free
turned into a bad dream for me
I was just myself and now I’m not free
must of said the wrong word to thee
30 years later I am looking to make a plea
I am called to dinner by the smoke detector alarms
the cats being startled make a stance and take up arms
what will me do without her? relax with music of Brahms
taking a married sick day was too short for me calms.
when I hear the train horn my eyes come aglow
I bought her ticket to Timbuktu which will relieve me woe
will send for her using my returnable soda funds when they grow
Oh happy days and no woes to feel, I’ll wait until snow!!!!!
Categories:
returnable, funny,
Form: Rhyme
PARKING LOT MEDITATION
Leaning back on my car hood
the old blue skies have my eyes
squinting ion clues of a melody
wanting to be born of scars in me
innerspheres humming to a song
an accompaniment to this show
of seagulls’ white wings soundless
in a crowded messaging sky shared
with jets of travel and wars lost in
a gleam of black crows eyeing gold
corn tasseled rows in a farmer's field
beyond this blacktop mall as tissues
catch my blow of sun sneezes in this
Wal-Mart parking lot as micro America
flows through a non-returnable Sunday
we are all too much with stuff and ink
yet I ponder to inhale what is beautiful
Charles Eastland
Categories:
returnable, america, celebration, teacher,
Form: Free verse
People milling around I do not notice them,
my face is turned to hide my loneliness,
Am walking in my own despair
No one else intrudes on my thoughts of
"How they were"
Days, months, years when love mattered
Loneliness was just a word
One word amongst many not used, thought absurd
Now I live this word
My heart is broken Feelings are numb
Trying to be the person I once was
People see my dimpled smile
Cannot see the ripped up emotions
Of reality.
Loneliness is an illness
Medication cannot cure
Non viral yet can spread easily
Prolific between young people
The elderly also.
Symptoms
Eyes are looking dead
Face looking down
Shutting out interference
A hug helps but non returnable .
Responses non existent
Living dead.
To be lonely is more than being alone
Loneliness can kill your soul
Categories:
returnable, loneliness,
Form: Verse
If you drive down the street which way is the right way? You will say in the direction im going. Now you are on a highway with no exits, how did you get on? Time has joined you in reading with me on this very here Site and im here to take your time away with refund returnable printed on your ticket. No you didnt make a purchase, but you will be on a mode of transportation. Did you purchase anything that i need to know about? wait dont answer that. train is pulling up to your station. have a good day while watching your step like the robber behind you which you fail to see since you left the train and heard my voice say, "have a good day".
Categories:
returnable, adventure, brother, time,
Form: Burlesque
Petroleum translucent wings wave upon a sage green moss
Whilst vibrating webs in fevered mood delight a flies flight loss
Tinkering thoughts they travel over a calming cool breeze break
Smiling eyes, a touch, a breath, do beguile upon one gentle lake
Cotton thoughts on wistful clouds disturb differing hues of blue
Emerald, limes, rusted umbers enhance breezes as they move
A whimsical dash of mottled fish engrossed in lifes harsh fight
To gather all required whilst avoiding, the silent fishers sight
A hand does stroke the waters as thoughtfully as a lovers face
Whilst oars and gentle droplets dance at such a soothing pace
Non returnable ripples travel onwards with no due care
Words, sights, scents, sounds, precious memories that we share
One day we will be but whisps that relished this cherished place
As lovers new will float on by with a fresh renewed embrace
And maybe if they are just like us they will sit and ponder on
Lovers who were once like them but now are sadly gone
Categories:
returnable, love, nature, nostalgia, travel,
Form: Imagism
Two crows in a pine
Hear those
Two black crows in the pine?
They’re sinister
darkling
Those two raucous black crows in the pine
---------------------------------------------------
All’s not bad nor winterset
Sometimes I think the mind’s to blame
Set against by follies and
Tortures inflicted on others
Known at the time as returnable sins
I sent a sin gathering wool of blackest velvet
And it circled my head
Like a crow
Innocent
And soft
But bodied with dark intent
Categories:
returnable, fantasy, imagination, introspection
Form: Free verse
If someone wrongs you...
Is cruel and clueless...
And you want to get even...
Wait till they're shoeless...
And hand them a pair
Of shiny plastic shoes,
You can't buy one,
They only come in twos...
Then take them upstate,
On a non-returnable
weekend trip...
Set them up with a bedmate,
Young and alluring...
Snickering secretly,
While acting assuring....
Give them a bed,
And leave them alone...
Call all your friends,
Quietly on the phone...
And let them know
What a fool you made,
By acting a shoe giving friend,
And watch their pride fade...
Categories:
returnable, funny, life, war,
Form: Burlesque