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ibkreator Jun 11
Suffer not fools  kindly
be straight in command of presence
stray not to soften a vent
let breath be guided to its own air
Poetoftheway Feb 2018
she writes me from Paris

wanting a command,
exactement comme moi
all her own.
to scribe.
in “a style with strength”

exactement comme moi
exactly like me

where the ideas percolate
for the precise gestation period
and the birth-born poems a-coming
without and within silent no belabored pain,
making the child appear as if it was only waiting
already, on its own good time. for saying thank you
for your patient waiting and who is really in
command?

when the overwhelming light orders “write”
I am gone from yesterday and the safe of picayune
does that sound like I am in
command?

you wish to command?

join the navy, the army,
become a paratrooper,
command in poetry is illusory,
for it comes from the bell tower rage of madness
of what my ancestors planted and bequeathed genetically,
and I have wasted the better half of a century appealing for
relief and making it clear who commands and who is the
“poetoftheway” slave

rejoindre la marine, l'armée,
devenir un parachutiste,
commande en poésie est illusoire,
car il vient du clocher de la rage de la folie
de ce que mes ancêtres ont planté et légué génétiquement,
et j'ai gaspillé la meilleure moitié d'un siècle attrayant pour
soulagement et en précisant qui commande et qui est le
“Poetoftheway" esclave

exactement comme moi
exactly like me?

exactly.
Stop with 'you better come here now'
Stop with the 'who what when where and how'
Don't bother trying to break this vow
I think it's fin'ly time for you to take your bow

You haven't said a word
Yet I can still hear your voices
Wrapping round my world
No, I've got no more choices
But to do what you say
Coz I fear the pain is never gonna go away
Haven't written in a while so I'm a little rusty. How is everyone doing in isolation?
Breakings
by Michael R. Burch

I did it out of pity.
I did it out of love.
I did it not to break the heart of a tender, wounded dove.

But gods without compassion
ordained: "Frail things must break!"
Now what can I do for her shattered psyche’s sake?

I did it not to push.
I did it not to shove.
I did it to assist the flight of indiscriminate Love.

But gods, all mad as hatters,
who legislate in all such matters,
ordained that everything irreplaceable shatters.

Keywords/Tags: Love, compassion, pity, heart, break, tender, wounded, dove, gods, command, mad, hatters, legislate, sorrow, destruction
monique ezeh Jan 4
Get your bag for the day.
Fill it with the essentials:  
Wallet Keys Phone Mace Pens Pocket-knife Lotion ID card Whistle Tampons.
Head out.
Double check that the door is locked.
Triple check. (Are you really sure?)
Walk to the subway.
Look at the sky. The sun is shining. (It always is.)
Look behind you. (Double check.)
Stroll. (But not too slow.)
Get to the station.
Swipe your card.
Drop a dollar in the guitar case of a performer.
Smile.
Avoid eye contact with anyone else.
Don’t smile.
Grip your bag. Tight.
Get off the train.
Walk up the stairs.
Walk into the street.
Look at the sky. The sun is still shining. (It always is.)
DIPTI DHAKUL Nov 2019
I know all
the Shortcuts
And You Know
all the Routes.

But this
LANGUAGE
doesn’t open
until you
COMMAND it.

So I thought
getting lost in your
LANGUAGE will
Ctrl+O doors
of feelings.

And I will
RETURN when you
SHIFT your OPTION

To
ENTER, as my ENTER key is always
waiting for you to ENTER.
© Feelings Coated
Don’t set your sights on easy marks
Or aim your goals too close at hand
But reach up high, and eagerly
Use every skill that you command

Fear not what others say or do
Pursue your truth and your desire
If others mock, they will not feel
The moving force of reaching higher

What you expect, you will receive
Your fervent hopes are self-fulfilled
So set your course for greater things
With confidence now deep instilled

Achieve by day - by week - by year
Enjoy your dreams, ignite your fire
And show the truth to others now
The fiery power of reaching higher
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DIPTI DHAKUL Nov 2019
Findings,
menu, commands,
controls and in it a
chip of solace.
© Feelings Coated
DIPTI DHAKUL Jul 2019
You make the journey unique.
With all those software
updates, controls,
commands, that safeguard.

But,
Once enabled
You don't remember
me because
everyone remembers you!

©Feelings Coated
Darryl M May 2019
In opulence.
Beauty be the sophistication of a lady,
The intimidation of her very being.
Beauty is about the innocence in a lady’s texture.
The string of temptation and nobility,
Something that hits the heart.

I can see the dark along the lustre coins of the sky.
I wanna find my favourite spots on your body.
Are there any?
Can’t really tell without ******* you on my own.

Pure.
No man can ever sail to the oceans of desire.
The very oceans, we’ll sink in.
Don’t judge me, face to face,
Self-control is not what I aim for,
When I’m close to you.

****** colours of ribbons,
Ribbons of lust and passion.
The untidy strings of Desire.

Allow me to pull you closer to the signal of moans,
Allow me to hear the echoes of your warm breath escaping in passion.
Bounded by the prisons of ****** desire.

I love how your body moves when I’m in it.
The chorus of pleasure sounded by your moan.
Oops, suspension in hallucination.
Completed: 19th August 2018 [13:58 PM]
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