Posts tagged ‘Crazy’

March 10, 2014

(Now) The Land of 10,000,000 Lakes/ Relatively Obscure

(Now) The Land of 10,000,000 Lakes

By Terry Scott Niebeling

 

Relatively Obscure;

But Only Now,

This year

 

(Must’ve been the Weather)

 

Thoughts at present

Winter resentment

 

(Had to’ve been a Tasteless Pleasure)

 

Summertime

And

Rhymed lines

 

Blank verse

And

Mini-skirts

 

Beer on a deck

And

Sunburns that hurt

 

Been stuck-inside-life

And

There’s nothing worse

 

Darkest before the light

And

Patience makes all the worth

 

(Blinded by the light-eyesight)

 

Times in the Midwest

With the new season we’ll wear less for dress:

 

Abandon bundles…

Step through Puddles…

 

Avoid Potholes and Passive Aggressive Mumbles.

 

We still (always) look forward to the warm days ahead,

Sunlight makes it easier to leave the bed.  

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January 8, 2014

Polar Vortex Complex

Deep down in my bones I could feel the bitter cold

Unlike the weather I tried to remain positive

I could feel I wasn’t alone on this ill-tempered day.

 

The other commuters were as bold

Walking alone proved treacherous

I noticed this as I made my way.

 

Fixed we stood.

 

None took bare fingers to examine smart phones

So pained by the wind one could hear its distant moan

This had turned into a city full of steam and smoke and coats.

 

KVJ says, “So it goes.”  “So it goes.”  “So it goes…”

 

Warm thoughts what we could

Long minutes existed in time unknown

This as we waited in a bus shelter along the road on this dangerously weathered spinning stone.

 

… Here’s the 3B coming, right?

 

I can’t see, lenses create ice

Early day twilight wearing these damned sights

All eyes and no view, please help me make it through.

 

It must be dark as night on this frigid January morning

It was forecasted with forewarning

They said, ‘Stay inside.’ -like run and hide.

 

We have the Polar Vortex Complex

This is not Global Warming*.

 

This is a place where all inside have lost their minds because of ‘things’ being boring.

 

Thoughts, then I look on

Blurred Metro Transit lights?

 

Praying it’s not gone.

 

I am not even halfway there yet

A walk I fast regret.

 

Lungs feel tight, I start at fright.

 

Walking, my vision fogged and I forgot the art of breathing

Ice crystals formed on my lashes not for the better of seeing.

 

-Seething, I’d not like to die like this, on a near vacant campus

I begged, pleaded, and asked the UMPD for a small ride, I did not gain advantage.

 

Nothing happened.

 

Five minutes later my temperature changed

The outside temperature stayed the same.  (Below Something-nearing -50)

 

I thought, has my nose frozen yet, has carbon-monoxide damaged my brain?

Blackened and blotched flesh-stained.

 

All was but rearranged, all my ideas of sustain

All my big plans were being choked at the throat

I try manage at maintain.

 

Things we think about in a bundle

In this frost-bit jungle, the coldest city I have come to know.

 

Minneapolis,

Little cold apple, come as they go

Most, (at least), some will stay home.

 

Temperature of this place we live in

All things we’ve been given.

 

I must have blindly run off somewhere

Panic gulp puffs of smoke catching air as I passed

Mad dash hypothermic maniac, today I am back intact.

 

 

*Hyperbole

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June 30, 2013

Confident Woman

Confident Woman,

By Terry Scott Niebeling

 

Confident Woman,

You make yourself,

No one else molds you.

 

You are Top-Tier,

Wanting eyes behold you.

 

Confident Woman,

Lit up red ruby, like a dozen roses.

 

On a June day,

Anything you say, I say,

Anything supposed.

 

You are always here, no door closes.

 

Confident Woman,

Alone with you and your beauty,

 

In the moonlight,

A sight at night,

A chance at life,

Your words are so soothing.

 

Confident Woman,

You vex me with complexity,

Reality has it as you next to me.

 

Purely ecstasy.

 

I am blessed to see you, purposefully, truly, and aesthetically.

 

 

(Disclaimer:  A Confident Woman can be anyone, anybody, and/or anything encompassed, with self-love and self-respect-having confidence.)

May 6, 2013

Nicole Kidman Lookalike

Scissors to Flesh,

By Terry Scott Niebeling

 

E- you resemble Nicole Kidman with thinner lips, bigger teeth, and larger tits.

Your lack of leisurely attempts at discrete-your fear is your contempt; like cars in the street.

 

I know why you haven’t slept.

You have the biggest fake smile I have ever met.

Hard to believe it seems…

Even your eyes are framed by thick black circles in my dreams.

 

Pleasure yourself, because your parents never believed.

 

Living life on your knees and between the sheets and whatever lies have been fabricated between.

 

Dear God, a façade.

 

Where are you really?

At the bar, looking at the stars, we went to your car?

 

Nothing changed.

 

And when I go to Jules I won’t tell John.

And when I go to John’s I won’t tell Jule.

I don’t know anyone, it’s the opposite for everyone I see, especially you, they all know me.

 

 

Our relationship, situation, and problems are still the same.

 

We won’t speak, we never have, and we never will, truthfully.

 

I’ll buy you a drink, say hi, and then wave goodbye.

 

Whatever happened to Monday?

 

***

 

And in all seriousness, I use Nicole Kidman loosely.