Eight Line Poetry Stanzas

By realitybites · Jun 30, 2014 · ·
  1. Humid

    Sunny days despite
    Yesterday's weather
    Bare thighs spite by
    Sticking to the pleather

    Pink lemonade sipped
    Through stripey straws
    All beef dogs topped
    With Grandma's slaw


    Makes his way home
    Examines his merits
    Broken and alone
    Emptiness cries out

    Staring in the mirror
    His bones shake and chill
    In one swallow he devours
    The entire bottle of pills


    Watching as Dawn
    Wakes at sunrise.
    "Morning little spawn."
    We say, gazing in her eyes.

    So happy to greet us
    She smiles and coos.
    Her little legs thrust
    In a melodic groove.


    Not seeking the best seat at the table
    A little chair at the corner will do
    Preferably not next to Aunt Mabel
    The head of course is reserved for you

    Soon you'll clear your throat and toast
    The engagement of Coraline von Goethe
    To our generous and gracious host
    It will be the fourth marriage for both


    Kit Carson City's Emerald Lake
    Droplets twinkling in the wake
    A two month long summer escape
    Life-long memories taking shape

    Fishing poles are ready in hands
    Baited hooks take off air-bound
    Got a bite!, cries, our youngest one
    Reel it in quickly, I call out, son!


    Watching time freeze
    Off the clock
    Slipping through trees
    Now lost

    Going nowhere fast
    Stuck in my tracks
    Straw hat, khaki slacks
    No future, only a past


    This Mississippi Mud Pie thang
    Is the latest ladies bake sale rage
    Not apple, cherry or lemon Meringue
    The new kid has taken the stage

    Times are changin' I tell ya
    Nothing looks the same
    So much different for a fella
    Not sure what or who to blame


    Hiking back up to play the game
    The song remains the same
    Sisyphus and his rock at the top
    Roll it down again never to stop

    Without an ounce of utility
    Living a life of desperate futility
    Day in and day out, up and down
    Endless circle, round and round


    Chasin' tornadoes on a motorcycle,
    With my lover from Cleveland, Michael.
    That was what we did last week.
    This winter we are skiing Peak n' Peak.

    Never a dull moment with this guy.
    Always up for an adventure on the fly.
    Says he climbed Mount Everest at twenty.
    At fifty he plans to scale Mount McKinley.


    Watching as Beauty charms the Beast
    Another Disney film to feast
    Haven't had a proper date in weeks
    I'm the girlfriend of an introverted geek

    By midnight my impatience grows
    He's playing games and eating Cheetos
    I'm chewing gum and painting my toes
    How much longer can I remain composed?


    I closed my eyes
    I could not hear
    Your stepping away
    As you disappeared.

    Memories of you now
    Are tiny pale sketches
    In my aging fragile mind
    Forever etched 'til death.


    The honey in the tree
    Drips into our tea.
    Tiny cakes decorate
    A bone china plate.

    A picnic for two
    Just me and you.
    A moment to savor
    Forever and ever.


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  1. realitybites
    I wish I could offer some suggestions but I am pretty much stuck in the 80s and 90s when it comes to music. :(
  2. scumbag
    golly gee haha Thanks for your kind words, reality :) I see a few little things wrong with it, but once I fix those I'll try and publish it..... somewhere. Maybe there'a a journal of Morrissey-worship poetry out there.

    On a totally unrelated note, do you have any current / recent favorite bands? I'm trying to find more stuff that I haven't listened to 80000 times. Right now, I'm listening to The Knife, which might not be the right way to set the tone for the day, but oh well....

    Some other bands I've been listening to recently on Spotify:

    Casiotone for the painfully alone
    The Yeah Yeah Yeahs
    The Dead Weather
    The Knife
    Neil Young
    Van Morrison
    David Bowie
    Nick Cave
    Interpol (mostly the first album)
    PJ Harvey
    The Primitives
    Red House Painters

    Hope you have a good day :)

  3. realitybites
    Wonderful poem! You are a gifted poet.
  4. scumbag
    Sent you a private message with a poem of mine in it. Not entirely certain it went thru, but it's about Moz. How predictable :p

  5. realitybites

    I could have written this:

    "I'm not much of a collector. I don't have much space anymore, and I don't have much money either. The music itself is the most meaningful thing to me, I guess."

    I hope you get some rest.
  6. scumbag
    I was just playing with words. I'm not a "she"; nor am I much of a "he," but a he I am nonetheless. I've read the same things about Jobs, though I haven't read his bio. I really like your temple. It could use some barbed wire and a machine gun turret, though. But that might send the wrong message.

    I'm not much of a collector. I don't have much space anymore, and I don't have much money either. The music itself is the most meaningful thing to me, I guess. I have a bunch of Morrissey / Smiths t-shirts both recent and not-so-recent. Enough that I could probably go over two weeks just wearing Morrissey / Smiths shirts. Anyway, if I did have money, I would start collecting vinyl again. I know I have some M / S vinyl, but I can't think of any pieces out of all of it that are particularly precious to me.

    I'm zonked due to fatigue problems today, so that's all for now. Hope you're well.

  7. realitybites
    Scumbaguette! Much better name. :D Are you a she, then? Last bio I read was Steve Jobs. Talk about destroying the myth. That man was insufferable. Stubborn. Rude. Narcissistic. Not someone I would care to know personally. Moz's book didn't have that negative effect upon me. But I was a shocked by some of his seemingly anti-Semitic and misogynistic statements.

    But the book has been encased in a shrine, none the less. I give you Temple Moz:


    I don't have much stuff as I am not a collector. But I do have a few meaningful items. How about you? What are your fave Moz collectibles?
  8. scumbag
    I can't read in bed at all any more. I just fall asleep! I do most of my reading in the very early morning when there isn't the noise of people. Can you tell I'm anti-social? Haha. Non-fiction can be great stuff. I used to read a lot of biographies, but I think I ran out of interesting people.... Who knows? Last non-fiction book I read was a logic textbook. Go figure. I didn't finish it, though. I bought Moz's autobiography, but couldn't bring myself to get past his adolescence. I want my myth of him to remain intact...

    Thanks for saying that about my name. Extremely low self esteem ftw, right? Oh well, I'll never learn...

  9. realitybites
    I too buy almost exclusively digital now. I read them on my Kindle or tablet--mostly in bed before I sleep. Ninety-nine percent of what I read these days is non-fiction.

    Your user name is a misnomer, btw. You are not a scumbag.
  10. scumbag
    Hi Reality,

    You're very welcome! I don't know all that many people who appreciate poetry, and I'm glad to have found someone here on Solo who does.

    That's a handsome volume of Poe you've got there. My back has gotten tired of lugging around huge books like your Poe edition. I'm soooooo glad I've largely converted to reading on my ipad. What do you read your ebooks on? Are there any books you prefer NOT to read digitally?

    It's a slothful day in Tucson. Hope this finds you well.