Her eyes filled up the way they do when she is predicting madness
We try not to take her words literally, for she is theatrically over-the-top
Armageddon, she told us, the armies are gathering now for end of times
Who to tell first? The father who abandoned her at eight.
She scoffed, thinking how strange it was that she thought of him first.
He was maybe her least favorite person in the world.
She almost picked up the phone to call her mother
When she realized that she would be pooh-poohed and chastised.
Who to tell? She wailed in a lamenting way to her kitchen clock.
The clock was no help, but her journal was.
She wrote a little note “I wailed in a lamenting way”.
She could use that someday.
Her sister would be going to bed about this time; she worked nights.
What about strangers? It would be fun to alert strangers.
She put on her most colorful outfit and left her home.
Running from house to house, she screamed and yelled and shrieked.
“Armageddon is here! Armageddon is here! Save yourselves!”
The neighbors were accustomed to her;
They did not open their doors or look out. They knew who it was.
Categories:
theatrically, life,
Form: Narrative
A dog’s day
It’s not that I’m lonely I like the beauty of the landscape
without having anyone to interrupt my thoughts, telling
me how nice it is.
My dog sees my mini-Savannah as enemy territory
barks and birds take flight leave her in the car with
open the window and try to take a few pictures.
We are going out for lunch, my wife and me, food
is not as great as nature, golden grain and green vines
it is about forks and knives looking decorous talking
about nothing and chewing in silence
The door to the yards is ajar so the dog can go into
the living room when we are out.
She pretends to be distraught it is an act, she knows
I will bring her leftovers; when we return, she great us
theatrically, I know she has slept on the sofa, drinking
water in the loo and barking at noises outside.
Categories:
theatrically, best friend, first love,
Form: Idyll (Idyl)
There are two famous politicians who hold the stage,
they should be in this year New York's Halloween Parade
to attract huge crowds: they are stuttering Biden and hysterical Harris;
these two have shaped the theatrical perception of two charade clowns!
One is hideously scary, the other is theatrically funny,
America has become a battlefield, a nobody's land:
there's no impenetrable wall to protect this country;
no regard for police, no gun control to stop the blood!
It's a bad time for them to engage in a fierce battle,
this rampant pandemic doesn't discriminate;
who chooses to get the vaccine shot is saved,
who refuses it is someone to be alienated,
going home without a check and feeling miserable,
shouting their inalienable rights that aren't sacred
anymore; alas, they won't transform their fate!
Oh, turn off Fox News: it makes this house rattle!
Categories:
theatrically, anger, character, conflict, culture,
Form: Rhyme
Fleeting notions of grandeur
flaring up intermittently
facilitating imaginative construction
feeding building blocks into cognitive designs
Previously dormant ideation
Arbitrarily forcing its way into consciousness
Reinvigorating long lost neural pathways
Resulting in a ripple effect that
creates and reconfigures chemical connections
The dawn of an ideology
Spawned from the reanimation
of historically prevailing perspectives
Re-branded substantively to fit context
The dismal derivative
of foregone philosophy
theatrically posing as genuine
but with a poorly drawn mask to cover its expression
Categories:
theatrically, meaningful, perspective, philosophy, psychological,
Form: I do not know?
Theatrically moved,
dramatically ecstatic
What did not raise me
no doubt of her veracity
She promised to come
to my summer,
apply my herbs, my sun,
to utilize my salts ...
My natural means!
Insensitive and cold,
did not comply with promised...
She preferred to hibernate
in the glacial senseless
of an Austral metropolis,
by means of modern paraphernalia
and artificial products ...
she did not come to me,
and I have not seen her again,
Never... !
Categories:
theatrically, allusion, lost love, metaphor,
Form: Prose Poetry
Point Of No Return
Nor here or there we stand before creations
Stardust secretions with loving limitations
Heaven bounded in the lap of lachrymal lure
Multiverse in reverse as we euphorically endure
Immaculate infernal of soul’s conception
Divine destiny draws us to deaths deception
Holographic injections of celestial skies
Soothing stimuli of diffracted disguise
Fragile flowers falling into edacious eternity
Theatrically thrown upon mammoth mystery
Cosmic castrations of redundant rebirth
Sanctioned slaves of this emancipated earth.
Dec.05.2016
Point of No Return - Contest
Sponsored by: Nicola Byrne
Categories:
theatrically, analogy, destiny, earth,
Form: Rhyme
Just a short, yet vivid memory. The ending, a bit choppy, but it wanted to share it just the same.
Theatrically vivid
Fresh on my mind
Feeling quite timid
Unforgettable time
My feet pedaled fast
Then slowed to a halt
Daddy already passed
But I had an un nerving thought
I kicked up the stand
Hung my helmet on the handle
Working tear glands
Heart heavy and full
I began to fear
The inevitable time
With my daddy not here
To guide my line
I sat on the gravel
Awaiting his return
My fears, he would unravel
There was something to learn
As anticipated
My daddy returned
He somehow evaded
While making sure to discern
His voice, like an angel
He couldn't stay mad
A gravitational pull
Couldn't bear to see me sad
An incredible man
Laid my path out before me
With a gentle hand
That could never quite scorn me
With time, I changed
I became a parent
Our relationship, estranged
Nothing could spare it
All of the blame
Resides on my shoulders
My love remains
But the air a bit colder
Categories:
theatrically, change, childhood, dad, death,
Form: Free verse
Let me love you like a poet would do.
Let me bite on the lid of my pen, thinking of you.
Let me write you down on pieces of paper and scribble you
down on the back of notebooks.
Let me make sonnets to you and of you and fill your neck with haikus.
Let me translate you into polyglot texts and use dictionaries to decipher you.
Let me spill black coffee on my verses of you and delight
in every bittersweet thought of you.
Let me use metaphors to transform you
into a mockingbird or a blanket or a fresh morning dew.
Let me love you, so theatrically, so dramatically, let me
be the moron of all the oxymorons I use to describe you.
Let me engage in a long soliloquy trying to fathom you
and then weep helplessly, existentially like Hamlet would do.
Let me love you like a poet would do.
Let me love you with so much further ado.
Let me lose my senses and declaim my poetry to you,
and then lose myself in a jazz-like catharsis, singing to you.
Let me implode and explode into a million little words,
and a million little worlds loving you,
until I no longer am the poet.
Categories:
theatrically, love, passion, poetry,
Form: Free verse
"sizes matter" chirped the hatter before
popping the size 8 and 1/4 on his head
and jumping theatrically into his bed
hat and clothes all snuggled into dreams
"things aren't always what they seem"
he muttered as he drifted slowly to slumber
and counted sheep with irrational numbers
shearing off some wooly fractions
then arising after slumbered satisfaction
to further woolgather a daytime indulgence
about teas and tease, a timely innocence
to tickle his taste buds, two lumps please
though he oft prefers the honey of bees
then he wanders off over knoll and swale
to encounter his comrades and tell a tale
of little girls and deep dark wells
and felines with invisibility spells
and ravens much like a writing desk
riddles without answers, and other mess
that seems to jump from head to mouth
though facing south to tell the truth
to let the sun shine onto his face
he'd stuck with hare in tea time and place
so matter-of-factly exclaims "shall I pour?"
but quickly adds "sizes matter", like before
© Goode Guy 2011-09-14
Categories:
theatrically, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
What good is it try,
what good is it to ask
I'd rather sit here, despise
instead of trying
it's a pain in the a**
to accomplish something no one is even aware of.
Something so dense,thick
my minds going foggy
feeling kinda drowsy,
couple more notes and this will be the end,
no quatrains, no now they are couplets
taking their sweet time, their peaceful time
while others are working for a dime
and there's nothing to grasp on-
to right now
it's all in the head
those thoughts theatrically dead
Categories:
theatrically, art
Form: Free verse
She walked towards me
And my eyes were drawn
To her unfettered breasts,
Which danced erotically
Inside her white blouse.
She saw me staring
But my gaze was transfixed
As she passed me
She glanced in my direction
A glance conveying utter disgust
Then she threw her head back
Rather theatrically
And headed for the street door
I turned to watch her leave
Enjoying her buttocks
Doing a very dirty rumba
She stopped at the door
Then gave me another look
Again heavily laced with disgust
Just at that moment
The sun suddenly appeared
From behind a cloud
Which illuminated the girl
Dramatically from behind
This serendipitous event
Rendered her blouse transparent
And her perky breasts
Were revealed in all their splendour
Unaware of her circumstance
She made a questioning head movement
Which seemed to ask
“Have you seen enough?”
I nodded and said aloud
“I have now thank you”
Categories:
theatrically, lifeme,
Form: I do not know?