Posts Tagged ‘rude’

Weirdly, He’s Probably Like Me: Revolutionary Blogging Lament

October 24, 2016

I went to the Library,
a haven to write poetry
quietly.
Aren’t these supposed to be
since Carnegie?

He came loudly,
spoke telephonely,
passively aggressively
disturbing me.

I, politely,
gently,
shakingly,
said he was disturbing me
and my thoughtful creativity.

He was not happy,
confronting me
aggressively.
Sadly.

He is, probably,
weirdly,
a lot like me.
Us could be
a creative we.

But he’s rude
(or ignorant)
and I try not to be.

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Why Can’t You Be Quiet: Revolutionary (Napkin) Free Verse Poem

May 7, 2015

I don’t understand
why those who want me to
wear their words
will stand
and talk loud
over my thoughts
that I bled onto
my paper.

Don’t i matter?
Maybe I’m old.
Maybe I was born
In a time
When my daddy
And mamma taught we kids,
Once young, too,
Like you,
To be polite,
To show respect
To others,
To listen
When it’s your turn to hear.

Just as I
Turned my gaze
To you
And listened to your lips
As they caress
The open mic.

I will listen
And did listen
To you
When it was your turn,
To speak your truths.

And now that
Its my voice
That should be heard,
You can hear.
Or u may leave
And converse outside.

Or,
If you’re here,
So others may hear,
U may kindly,
Politely,
Quietly
Shut the f*** up.

Rudeness On TV: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

December 7, 2014

If you sit behind/
God’s servant as he’s broadcast,/
put down your knitting!

Why Whisper During Beautiful Music? Revolutionary Improv Haiku Lament

June 14, 2012

During beautiful/
music, why do folks loudy/
whisper their praises?

You Can Speak Now: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

January 6, 2012

I was so glad to/
be able to say something,/
I didn’t let you.

Open Letter To A Rude Counsellor: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

May 15, 2011

How DOES one find or/
develop self esteem when/
insults are flying?

Your Soulless Rudeness: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

October 11, 2010

More fridge commentary
Even folks you don’t/
like have hearts, souls and feelings./
Sad that you, rude, don’t.