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I Want You

8 Feb

Whew, you look so good
smell even better.
This is one zealous attraction,
but you’re no good for me
“Too cheesy:”  the reference some might use.
I try to leave you alone,
but I can’t get enough.
It is you who has captivated me
wherever I am,
your scent
your aroma
lingers in as I take a breath.
Instantaneously, I want you.
A deluge of salivation comes over me.
Tasting you is imminent.
Too hot for others
just right for  me.
Let me slice into you
unwilling to share with others.
Reminisce about so many good times with you
as I wrap you around my tongue
with juices flowing down my arm.
Gluttonous I am,
but man
you’re some good pizza.

By Anonomz aka Tanya Harris

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Life’s Persona #6

28 Jan

Life, life, life…

For me,

simply put…

Life is

what “I” make it.

by Anonomz aka Tanya Harris

Life’s Persona #5

27 Jan

Life, life, life…

Life is life.

Life is a heartbeat

a pulse

that can have a fast or slow pace.

Life is waking up

opening your eyes

inhaling and exhaling

breathing easy.

Taking deep breaths when needed

taking each day at a time

while treasuring every moment.

by Anonomz aka Tanya Harris

Life’s Persona #4

26 Jan

Life, life, life…

Life is beautiful.

As beautiful as watching the sun kiss

the ocean before it sets

on a private beach with

a gentle breeze

and the arm of that special

someone draped over

your shoulder pulling you closer.

Meet all of your expectations

and more.

The absolute trifecta

who encompasses

the body, mind and soul

that connects perfectly with yours.

by Anonomz aka Tanya Harris

Life’s Persona #3

25 Jan

Life, life, life…

Life is crazy.

Crazy as the deranged guy

on the Broad Street Line

with eyes darting in different directions.

Having shouting matches with his own reflection.

Proclaiming to be Jesus Christ resurrected

as his reeking stench of beer and piss

pass through the train car

he pulls out a jar to relieve himself

asking, “Who wants a little Jesus juice?”

“How ‘bout you?”

by Anonomz

Life’s Persona #2

24 Jan

Life, life, life…

Life is a bowl of cherries.

Wild black cherries

presenting the perfect marriage of bitter meets sweet

on a hot summer day

Tasting so juicy, so ripe.

Trying not to get stains on crisp white linen.

Attempting to come up with a

more sophisticated way

to dispose of the pits

rather than simply spit

them in your hand

napkin

or right back in the bowl.

by Anonomz

Life’s Persona #1

23 Jan

Life, life, life…

Life is a bitch!

A sexy bitch

with an exotic tramp stamp

on her lower back

enticing you to hit that

with hopes of no strings attached

for ten maybe fifteen minutes of raw passion

that ends

far too soon

as you find your croonin’

for a little more of her affection

oblivious to her infections.

by Anonomz

Temporarily Disconnected: Cell Phone Woes

31 Dec

Cellphone LoveWe’re sorry, the number you dialed has been

temporarily disconnected… temporarily disconnected… temporarily disconnected…

Did you hear what I projected?

Has this come so unexpectedly?

Avoiding the signs?

Ridding them from the sim cards of your minds?

Fools driving ‘round here like they’re blind

Do you mind staying in your own lane and off my bumper?

All swerving over here

while I’m shooting the “don’t play with the stare”

when I pull up beside you or glare in my rearview mirror,

and there you have it!

Cell phone in hand up to the ear…

Cigarette, burger, lipstick in the other

Why am I not surprised?

Sometimes… sometimes

I wish I wasn’t so nice

and didn’t think twice about my actions.

So many times I just imagine

getting out of my ride

coming up to that idiot’s driver-side

and Errrr!

But that’s just not my demeanor;

how I wish I could be meaner.

Instead, I look off into the distance hoping the

jerk gets pulled over and hit with a hefty fine to pay.

Though I know that’ll be today.

I’ve witnessed cops driving the same exact way!

Got to face reality.

I “am” a minority

A dying breed

One of the few who can conceive

life without his cell phone.

People were once resistant to being accessible at all times;

now they’re insistent about always

keeping that radio wave contraption ring tone up

annoying people on the Septa bus

with their ear flashing

snugly fitted and glued deeply into their canals

making of deaf and oblivious to what surrounds them.

Awaiting that urgent call or emergency that rarely happens.

Find them in movie theaters talkin’ bout nothin’ and laughin’

No respect for other patrons!

expecting us to have patience

as they carried on a 15 minute obnoxious conversations!

Makes me want to yell out

“Why don’t you shut the…”

But uh… That’s not how it plays out.

I usually just pout and talk about how rude the person is to whoever’s with me.

It just gets me so teed off!

But even the person with me sometimes gets on my nerves

turning me into a person of few words.

As they accept call after call

when we’re supposed to be hanging out at the mall!

Everyone on your cells

got so much to say

but detached from the people who are right in their face

RIGHT IN THEIR FACE!

RIGHT IN THEIR FACE!

If you’d like to make a call

please hang up and try your call again.

If you need help,

hang up and dial your operator…

by Anonomz aka Tanya Harris


Ten Things I Miss About “Childhood” Christmas

24 Dec

Tanya Harris1. The annual tree farm day trip with the entire family to select and cut down our own Christmas trees is a distant memory.

2. No more perusing  the “Best” catalogue, Kiddie City and Toys “R”  Us circulars and folding down the pages of the toys and games I just have to have.

3. A hopeful letter to Santa just doesn’t serve the same purpose. Though the butterflies are still there when I see him in the mall, I’m beyond the age of excitably waving at him and taking a picture on his lap.

4. Decorating the Christmas tree and singing along to the Jackson Five Christmas songs isn’t the same.  The family togetherness I felt when I was younger is missing.

5. Gone are the days of attending the school’s Holiday Bazaar and making the ten to twenty dollars I saved really stretch in order purchase gifts for my family.

6. The absolute feeling of glee from watching every single Christmas television show, movie or special has sadly faded.

7. Baking cookies in the shapes of reindeer, Santa, Christmas trees, jingle bells and angels sprinkled with green and red sugar is not as fun without with my mom, sister and brother. Not to mention, the cookies are not especially made for Santa.

8. There’s no point in forcing myself to go to sleep early on Christmas eve in hopes of Christmas day coming sooner.  No late night conversations using the gift wrap rolls to talk through with my sister in the bed across from mine to express my anticipation.

9. Why run down the stairs with amazement no later than 4:00 a.m.? There are no gifts under the tree from Santa, and my cookies will remain untouched until I bring them over to my mother’s house.

10. Going over my maternal and paternal grandparents’ homes and playing with my cousins  and sharing Christmas morning stories  until the delicious Christmas lunch and dinners were ready hasn’t happened in years. Everybody has their own families now and have left the memories of Cabbage Patch Kids, Speak and Spells, Hand held games and Rubik’s Cube behind.  Well, I haven’t…

My dearest “Childhood” Christmas, I truly do miss you.

Love Always,

Tanya

Do you have something you miss about “Childhood” Christmas?  Please feel free to share, and leave a comment.

Split Ends: Time for a Trim

23 Dec

Tanya HarrisThat’s it!

That’s it!

Really, I mean it this time.

I’ve had enough!

Matter of fact, you’re about to get cut off

if you don’t straighten up

there’s some issues I need to straighten out.

I get it…really I do.Tanya Harris

You’re tired of being manipulated

with my inability to be satiated

With whom you are…naturally that is.

I love you…really I do.

No, it’s not fair to you

that my love is far from unconditional,

But it’s not intentional…

Really it’s not.

It’s just that it’s difficult

Tanya Harriswhen I’ve been conditioned to be a certain way.

Well, the both of us have

This process…this process

Is conducive to my ambivalence

A split decision: I’m beyond disoriented.

Just relax for a minute or two.

Is that too much to ask?

Curled up so tightly,Tanya Harris

Why must you spite me?

That’s it!

That’s it!

I really mean it this time.

By Anonomz aka Tanya Harris