tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73467616035221407062023-06-21T00:07:55.993-05:00A Slacker's Assortment of Poetryjwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-84060219475341612082014-12-29T13:30:00.000-06:002014-12-29T13:30:01.091-06:00A Haiku About CoffeeMy black coffee drink<br />
Bitter? Sweet? Or bittersweet?<br />
Who cares? More coffee!jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-43224592394551691912014-12-25T13:30:00.000-06:002014-12-25T13:30:00.925-06:00Scrooging<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">It's Christmas</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">No poem today</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">I really mean this</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">There's a cheesy parade</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Why wouldn't I want to stay?</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">My family's here for judgement day</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">By that, I mean to judge me all day</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">So excuse today's mediocrity</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">If the sarcasm didn't bleed through the page</span> </span></div>
jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-42706344833179790142014-12-22T13:30:00.000-06:002014-12-22T13:30:00.478-06:00Totally Worth It<span style="font-size: large;">These cold nights alone</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A presence both missed and loathed</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Warmth in the freedom</span>jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-81107550706782439072014-12-18T13:30:00.000-06:002014-12-18T13:30:01.109-06:00Well, If You're Getting Punched In The Face That Often, What Do You Expect?<span style="font-size: large;">Idiots</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Callous knuckles on a boxer's fist</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Brain-damaged and dangerous</span>jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-45026362777678258792014-12-15T13:30:00.000-06:002014-12-15T13:30:00.845-06:00Empty Bed<span style="font-size: large;">An empty bed</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A sordid, deformed sanctuary</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Prime real estate for renewal </span>jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-2071730495685849982014-12-11T13:30:00.000-06:002014-12-11T13:30:01.672-06:00Ambient Winds<span style="font-size: large;">The ambient wind</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Both deafening and silent</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Slashing the still air </span>jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-55130503367118137082014-12-08T13:30:00.000-06:002014-12-08T13:30:00.242-06:00Dear Ego, Just Lie Down and DIe AlreadyWhy must I burn?<br />
Why must I despise contentment<br />
A cold blanket<br />
So I can shiver while it's warm<br />
Though all signs point<br />
To lesser places<br />
My heart chases dreams of Paris<br />
Pure arrogance!<br />
Screams my mind and therapists<br />
Endless assault<br />
On my ego and pretensions<br />
Why hasn't it discouraged me?<br />
Why haven't I lied down to bleed?<br />
When will maturity<br />
Chop out my knees<br />
And send me crashing away<br />
From the greatness for which I scream?jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-68652098428867404962014-12-04T13:30:00.000-06:002014-12-04T13:30:00.088-06:00Suburban SufferersIn the day we writhe<br />
Dying in the broad life-light<br />
Darkness is our homejwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-23592325205989996602014-12-01T13:30:00.000-06:002014-12-01T13:30:00.448-06:00Stopped In Her TracksA beauty says, "Hey"<br />
Cold fear in heated passion<br />
Unconquerablejwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-22849305516010596692014-11-27T13:30:00.000-06:002014-12-01T15:23:54.323-06:00Seriously, Let's Destroy The InternetOld photos are painful<br />
Memories and latent regrets<br />
But what makes me wrathful<br />
Is that we haven't found a way<br />
To end the internet<br />
And the painful past it protectsjwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-90748251263992032942014-11-24T13:30:00.000-06:002014-11-24T13:30:01.035-06:00Why Drunken Driving Is Still A ProblemSobriety's chore<br />
Cautiously watching the reckless<br />
Wanton foolishness<br />
Ego's groping for drunken lore<br />
Pain<br />
Pleasure seeking<br />
Lover's seething<br />
Lust to be tamed<br />
Perspective's to frame<br />
Paths to consider<br />
Shitty food <br />
<br />jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-82534556377262372712014-06-30T11:30:00.000-05:002014-06-30T11:30:00.518-05:00A Coffin Clock<span style="font-size: large;">Sweet cake frosted sour</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Death's compassionate cruelty</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">From whom I'm borne</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Whom I'll forlornly watch die</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The deathly divide</span>jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-36299806361959140742014-06-26T11:30:00.000-05:002014-06-26T11:30:00.057-05:00Slaughter RuleI wrote this during an NBA play off game. Seeing as how awful the NBA is right now, it's not a surprise this got rejected.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">An unconquerable lead</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A fox's kill unburied</span>jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-28437454665550479832014-06-23T11:30:00.000-05:002014-06-23T11:30:00.551-05:00A Life On LayawayThis poem is the first in a 3-part series of rejected poems. And in all honesty, they aren't that great. But as the rejection letter said, all taste is subjective.<br />
<br />
<div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Purpose's
Pleasures perpetually dodging</span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Clawing to
escape the horrendously blasé</span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">It's just
over the counter</span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">It's just
one jump away</span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">The one
yard line dreamer</span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Is one you
don't ask to play</span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Reservation
left unfilled</span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">A life on
layaway</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-12410247510458255742014-06-19T11:30:00.000-05:002014-06-19T11:30:00.868-05:00I Quit Smoking Recently And Titles Are An Unfortunate Casualty<span style="font-size: large;">Yellow fingers screaming for a deeper tint</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A friend of diluted time</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">How to replace seven minutes of the hour</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I used to spend outside</span>jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-49195008576267241312014-06-16T11:30:00.000-05:002014-06-16T11:30:00.923-05:00A Haiku About Summer<span style="font-size: large;">The sun's heavy heat</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sweating black clothe in white light</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A child's ecstasy</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Yeah, I couldn't think of a better title. I'm sorry</span>jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-58479165637455155422014-06-12T11:30:00.000-05:002014-06-12T11:30:00.573-05:00TeenagersThis is a haiku about teenagers. I originally wrote it with the first and third line reversed. But when I showed my cousin Tammi, she suggested switching the lines. So this a haiku by Tammi and I about teenagers.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A misguided path</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Young minds screaming to be old</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Fickle, foolish things </span>jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-4149521145218686882014-06-09T11:30:00.000-05:002014-06-09T11:30:00.716-05:00The Sol of Man<span style="font-size: large;">On me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">On you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">On us</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Our flight towards the sun</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Free from wax wings</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The sweetest song sung </span>jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-36875309258407553152014-06-05T11:30:00.000-05:002014-06-05T11:30:00.184-05:00A Hipster's Wet Dream<span style="font-size: large;">Dissonance</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Salient cacophony</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The cure for sonic sycophants</span>jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-64181594263618233642014-06-02T11:30:00.001-05:002014-06-02T11:30:00.358-05:00Apollo And Bacchus<span style="font-size: large;">Drunk on Apollo's
clarity</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span>
<br />
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">A test for hollow
friendship</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span>
<br />
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Will the disparity</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span>
<br />
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Conflict with Bacchus</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span>
<br />
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Whom I followed</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span>
<br />
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Previously</span></div>
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</div>
jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-70256651093429401812014-05-29T01:30:00.000-05:002014-05-29T01:30:00.264-05:00Of Love's Liberating Warmth<span style="font-size: large;">Infatuation faded</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Damnation avoidance</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">By my heart's sol</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Hesitation no more</span><br />
<br />jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-81508949442432225792014-05-26T11:30:00.000-05:002014-05-26T11:30:00.201-05:00Re-RunsI wrote this thinking about [adult swim]. Because I've seen every American Dad and Family Guy episode at least 20 times. To be fair to [adult swim], I have been watching them since I was 12 in 2002.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">A re-run</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">The tired husband's predictable routine</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">A fizzing white noise</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">A poiseless king</span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Can't they let sleeping shows lie?</span></div>
jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-36168894321489118362014-05-22T13:30:00.000-05:002014-05-22T13:30:00.470-05:00Springtime Heralds<span style="font-size: large;">Chirps echo on bark</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Life blossoming in dead trees</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Breaking Winter's Deaf</span>jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-13759008514201116322014-05-19T13:30:00.000-05:002014-05-19T13:30:00.815-05:00The Indoorsman<span style="font-size: large;">Lacking the daisy's call</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In my bed, I fell lazily</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Blinded only by the ceiling-fan sun</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Bland, sweet, invisible sweat</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The indoorsman</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Shall retreat</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Forever</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Inside</span>jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7346761603522140706.post-61401818966641661022014-05-19T08:00:00.000-05:002014-05-19T08:00:01.096-05:00Read My Poetry On Another Site!I have a poem published on <a href="http://www.thesocialpoet.com/" target="_blank">The Social Poet</a>. Hilariously, I am the least social author on the site.<br />
<br />
You can read "The Break-Up Mask" <a href="http://thesocialpoet.com/2014/05/15/the-break-up-mask" target="_blank">here</a>. It was published a few days ago, but I procrastinated.jwdaltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08620439531895721123noreply@blogger.com0