615,343 Posts in 14,785 Topics by 2,758 Residents
Latest Member: Ungazintonat
BetterMost, Wyoming & Brokeback Mountain Forum
Welcome, Guest. Please login or register.
Did you miss your activation email?
December 10, 2018, 06:43:48 pm

Login with username, password and session length
Search:     Advanced search
*
Home Help Login Register
BetterMost, Wyoming & Brokeback Mountain Forum  |  BetterMost Community Blogs  |  Our Daily Thoughts - The BetterMost Community Blog Network  |  Cellar Scribblings (Moderator: CellarDweller)  |  Topic: Off The Cuff - Chuck's Poems 0 Residents and 1 Guest are viewing this topic. « previous next »
Pages: 1 [2] 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10  All Go Down Print
Author Topic: Off The Cuff - Chuck's Poems  (Read 32625 times)
CellarDweller
Moderator
The BetterMost 10,000 Post Club
*****
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 32,249


A city boy's mentality, with a cowboy's soul.



« Reply #10 on: February 17, 2008, 06:25:58 pm »





The Sneak


----------------------------------------------------



yesterday you first came around
often appearing and making much sound
unfamiliar face in a big crowd
creating mystique when speaking out loud
another new friend, so it seemed at first
now I see you are acting your worst
trying to comment, and push me away
save your strength, honey, those are games I don't play
creating some drama by moving your mouth
apparently thinking you'll make me run south
rotten to the core is how I see you
every day I see it, it shows more, through and through
mighty do fall, it's a lesson to learn
every person who's sneaky one day will get burned
fill up your gun, and your ammo you'll spend
run from you I won't do, I'm here to the end
over and over you'll try to smear me
maybe one day, you'll wake up and see
bitch, i'm too strong, so play if you must
my friends know who I am, and it's me that they trust
Logged



Tell him when l come up to him and ask to play the record, l'm gonna say: ''Voulez-vous jouer ce disque?''
'Voulez-vous, will you kiss my dick?'
Will you play my record? One-track mind!
CellarDweller
Moderator
The BetterMost 10,000 Post Club
*****
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 32,249


A city boy's mentality, with a cowboy's soul.



« Reply #11 on: February 17, 2008, 06:27:41 pm »




the Undone Puzzle

_____________________________________

Sitting here, thinking that life makes no sense
Itís all jumbled, like the letters on the keyboard
That is in front of me, at work
All out of sequence, and meaning nothing
I type, and force them to fit, to make sense
Put them into sequence, and into form
So why is it I can figure out this ďpuzzleĒ
But my life feels like a jigsaw
That has been carelessly poured out of its box
Into a pile on the floor
And then left there, a mess to be figured out later
Because it is too hard to make sense out of right now

What does not kill you makes you stronger
I believe that
But strength has limits
And Iím getting tired of having mine tested
While I put on a happy face
So that no one will be concerned
Besides, if itís my life, and I canít figure it out
How can anyone else do that for me
And doesnít that defeat the purpose of living anyway
To learn as you live
If you have someone else giving you the answers

Still sitting here, while there is a pile of work
Sitting next to me, to be processed
While I look for motivation to get it done
Instead of letting my mind wander
And go where it should not
And be where it should not
Is it ďgo homeĒ time yet?
I want to walk in the park
And at least feel like I did something today
That was to my benefit
Other than just sitting here
Doing nothing
And wondering if Iím on the right path
looking at the pile
needing to get the puzzle together


Logged



Tell him when l come up to him and ask to play the record, l'm gonna say: ''Voulez-vous jouer ce disque?''
'Voulez-vous, will you kiss my dick?'
Will you play my record? One-track mind!
CellarDweller
Moderator
The BetterMost 10,000 Post Club
*****
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 32,249


A city boy's mentality, with a cowboy's soul.



« Reply #12 on: February 17, 2008, 06:30:02 pm »




Trouble Maker


as I sit and watch you
my mind starts to think
you once seemed so nice
but now, you stink
people I care for
are talking to me
about the trouble you've caused
that you think they don't see
I'm sure you don't know this
but my eye is on you
watching over all
that you say and you do
your purpose in life
to cause others distress
gives me the impression
that your mind is a mess
brain slightly off kilter
like an uneven table
mentally confused
and emotionally unstable
taking your spoon
and stirring the pot
better be careful
it's contents are quite hot
and when your efforts backfire
we'll see if you've learned
that the ones who start trouble
are the ones who get burned
when the end does occur
and the pieces do fall
I hope you're alone
in the middle of it all
and while the rest walk away
with their heads all held high
I hope you find out
what it feels like to lie
in the bed that you made
by your own design
with intentions so cruel
all efforts to malign
Logged



Tell him when l come up to him and ask to play the record, l'm gonna say: ''Voulez-vous jouer ce disque?''
'Voulez-vous, will you kiss my dick?'
Will you play my record? One-track mind!
CellarDweller
Moderator
The BetterMost 10,000 Post Club
*****
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 32,249


A city boy's mentality, with a cowboy's soul.



« Reply #13 on: February 17, 2008, 06:31:26 pm »



Snake In The Grass



sitting on the computer
and look what I've found
a snake in the grass
that came back around

and then you approached me
that I could not believe
you slithered right over
thought to make me your "Eve"

toss me a line
throw me some bait
hope for a nibble
sit back and wait

well, you fooled me once
I was too dumb to see
you won't fool me twice
there'll be no "shame on me"

and you gave me your numbers
in case I want to call you
well don't hold your breath
'cause you might just turn blue

try to play your games
you will not succeed
there's a new man in my life
and he's all that I need

sure you can talk to me
go ahead, spend that dime
but don't be surprised
if I don't have the time

there's someone else for me now
and he'll always come first
he shows me the best
you show me the worst

you are here for a purpose
it's a lesson learned
you tempted, you succeeded
I let myself get burned

won't happen again
eyes wide opened now
but karma bites back hard
and you'll get yours somehow
Logged



Tell him when l come up to him and ask to play the record, l'm gonna say: ''Voulez-vous jouer ce disque?''
'Voulez-vous, will you kiss my dick?'
Will you play my record? One-track mind!
CellarDweller
Moderator
The BetterMost 10,000 Post Club
*****
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 32,249


A city boy's mentality, with a cowboy's soul.



« Reply #14 on: February 17, 2008, 06:34:08 pm »



Your Music


Sitting in the basement
hearing the clock tick
I place the cd in the computer
the one you hid in my bag
as a surprise

The music begins
it wafts out of my speakers
filling the basement with your music
and my head with memories

I see you, sitting there
at the keyboards
hitting differnet buttons and switches
in frustration
trying to make magic

and then, you play
and I can see your fingers
lightly touching the keys
and the notes fill the living room

ebony and ivory
bending under your will
and your talent
filling the room with sounds
where before there were none

I sit in the corner
and listen to the melodies
as instrumental music
religious and secular
floats through the living room

You turn off the keyboard
and get up and walk away
expressing dissatisfaction
at imperfect pieces

but I stay in the corner
and close my eyes
as the music still floats through my head
with the image of the man who put it there
Logged



Tell him when l come up to him and ask to play the record, l'm gonna say: ''Voulez-vous jouer ce disque?''
'Voulez-vous, will you kiss my dick?'
Will you play my record? One-track mind!
CellarDweller
Moderator
The BetterMost 10,000 Post Club
*****
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 32,249


A city boy's mentality, with a cowboy's soul.



« Reply #15 on: February 17, 2008, 06:36:23 pm »

Today's poem was a challenge to me in November of last year, to write a poem about homelessness.





An Effort To Live

Morning comes and I wake
to the rhythm of the rain
landing on the top of my cardboard box
and a shiver runs up my spine

I take the newspapers
that served as my blanket last night
and stuff them into my shoes
to keep my feet as dry as I can

I grab the plastic bag, which holds my wardrobe
and a cup, which is my bank book
and hit the streets
in an effort to live

You see a garbage can on the corner, I see a buffet
discarded soda, french fries, sandwich
barely enough to stop the growl in my stomach
but it does make it better

Walking around town, shaking my cup
being looked at by strangers
who think I'm crazy, or strung out
not realizing my life has crumbled around me

Sunset, time for bed
that dumpster is my real estate agent
and the cardboard box is my new shelter
hopefully, it won't start raining again

I find an alley and set up house
fetal position to keep myself warm
I close my eyes
and pray that tomorrow will be different
Logged



Tell him when l come up to him and ask to play the record, l'm gonna say: ''Voulez-vous jouer ce disque?''
'Voulez-vous, will you kiss my dick?'
Will you play my record? One-track mind!
CellarDweller
Moderator
The BetterMost 10,000 Post Club
*****
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 32,249


A city boy's mentality, with a cowboy's soul.



« Reply #16 on: February 17, 2008, 06:37:40 pm »





Daddyís Little Girl

------------------------------------------

Good things come in small packages
I never believed that
Until the day you arrived
And I held you in my arms

How can I do this
Be all that she needs
And take care of her
For the rest of my days

Iím just a man
Iím supposed to feel strong
But this tiny bundle of life
Has turned me upside down

So much to teach you
To walk, talk and play
School work and home work
Boys, life, and love

Please remember Iím flawed
And though Iíll try my best
I will make mistakes
So please donít lose faith in me

Iíll always be here
To hold you and love you
From your very first breath
To my very last breath

And though someday a man
Will be your new number one
Just keep this in mind
Youíre always daddyís little girl
Logged



Tell him when l come up to him and ask to play the record, l'm gonna say: ''Voulez-vous jouer ce disque?''
'Voulez-vous, will you kiss my dick?'
Will you play my record? One-track mind!
CellarDweller
Moderator
The BetterMost 10,000 Post Club
*****
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 32,249


A city boy's mentality, with a cowboy's soul.



« Reply #17 on: February 17, 2008, 06:40:10 pm »





My Arms

-----------------------------------------------------------


My arms outstretched
they can be strong
and with them I try
to do no wrong

My arms outstretched
they are quite hairy
I can use them to help
your burden, I'll carry

My arms outstretched
won't try in vain
when I place them around you
to comfort your pain

My arms outstretched
can accomplish much
so step up and reach out
they'll respond to your touch

My arms outstretched
can do much, you see
but right now they feel useless
they're empty, you see
Logged



Tell him when l come up to him and ask to play the record, l'm gonna say: ''Voulez-vous jouer ce disque?''
'Voulez-vous, will you kiss my dick?'
Will you play my record? One-track mind!
CellarDweller
Moderator
The BetterMost 10,000 Post Club
*****
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 32,249


A city boy's mentality, with a cowboy's soul.



« Reply #18 on: February 17, 2008, 06:44:35 pm »





The Sun Will Rise

---------------------------------------------



I travel now in silence too
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue
You look at me, and I see you
I know that we will get  through

I wonít look back with regret or fear
Been through many changes this year
Put hands to my tear filled eyes
Look at the ceiling and shout out ďwhysĒ

Hurt does pass, and so does time
Move on to better things weíll find
This time of year we both feel sad
But donít look back on the year as bad

New people have come into our heart
And because of that theyíll never part
They offered us a chance to grow
And ourselves to better know

Our special someones are still here
And while not in the way we want, I fear
When we talk to them, theyíll hear
And to us they will always be dear

Happy days are meant to be
Sadness never lasts, you see
The darkness leaves, the silence dies
A new day comes, the sun will rise.
Logged



Tell him when l come up to him and ask to play the record, l'm gonna say: ''Voulez-vous jouer ce disque?''
'Voulez-vous, will you kiss my dick?'
Will you play my record? One-track mind!
CellarDweller
Moderator
The BetterMost 10,000 Post Club
*****
Offline Offline

Gender: Male
Posts: 32,249


A city boy's mentality, with a cowboy's soul.



« Reply #19 on: February 17, 2008, 06:45:46 pm »





Pulling Teeth

---------------------------------------------



anesthetized
feelings have been lost
and I sit and wait
nerves crackle like electricity
anxious beads of sweat
form on my brow
as I wait
the figure approaches me
and begins its procedure
then it starts
the first tug
a twist, a turn
feeling like I'm being jerked about
strange sensations and sounds
was that a crack
bits and pieces fall from me
will it be over soon
it feels like it's taking forever
slow motion movment
and then, it's done
there is a space now
where there once was something
the figure departs
and I'm alone in the room
my muse is gone for now
and the bits and pieces are on the screen
forming the words of my poems
sometimes this process
is just like pulling teeth
Logged



Tell him when l come up to him and ask to play the record, l'm gonna say: ''Voulez-vous jouer ce disque?''
'Voulez-vous, will you kiss my dick?'
Will you play my record? One-track mind!
Pages: 1 [2] 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10  All Go Up Print 
BetterMost, Wyoming & Brokeback Mountain Forum  |  BetterMost Community Blogs  |  Our Daily Thoughts - The BetterMost Community Blog Network  |  Cellar Scribblings (Moderator: CellarDweller)  |  Topic: Off The Cuff - Chuck's Poems « previous next »
Jump to:  

Listen to Brokeback Mountain Radio 1
Listen to Brokeback Mountain Radio 1



Help keep this site operating by donating.


 
Web bettermost.net
Image courtesy of 'AuroraLucis'


No more beans.  I'm sick of beans.

Powered by SMF 1.1.21 | SMF © 2015, Simple Machines
SMFAds for Free Forums