#eye
The day is done, time for my habits
A crooked barrel, shooting at rabbits
Quick little ******* another one missed
Change the subject, you’re dismissed
Another thought pops up, laughing at me
A blurry bull’s eye is hard to see
5/28/26
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 9:23 AM UTC
I went to an eye shop for check up
Where they check if you qualify for glasses
Enroll you in all eye diseases lottery
Once you lose on their lottery
They sell you all that you don’t need
And then all that you might need
Good at casting spider webs
Nice people, great greeters, actually peddles
As if you come for a greeting again
So the webs are in place
I try to avoid this place
Keep centered if I must visit
Sometimes they get me
Sometimes I say no thank you.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 5:56 PM UTC
research, searching
the sea
unpacking
cases
packing up
again
sea search
horizons blue
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:00 AM UTC
strange that you are loved unconditionally
but you find that hard to believe
not so strange when you get to know
Jesus died and rose again
for folk just like you
and me.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 4:34 AM UTC
cloudless sky
cloudless minds
a union of creature
and sky.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 8:47 AM UTC
you smiled
when you said
"You're the apple of my eye."
in your hand
you held
my
bleeding
heart
slowly beating
trying to keep up
with you
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 11:31 AM UTC
Slip of
tongue
Twinkling
eye
all have
Tells
telling
What
telling
Why
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 4:35 PM UTC
egg of the eye eye of the ****
dry museum of scope
invades the view
promises that you fulfil the box
mausoleum art clock
spiritual prop to revolve and indulge
in the great pasty worship of the evolving dead
they knew it all (the pallid dead)
the young ignored their trojan pleas
and sewed them
(prematurely) into their sleeping bags
retired
their hands wedged
at their genitals
the dead took the circumcision of their
authority quietly
dry blind egg timer
automaton
wind it up and lust it draw you in
innards soothsay and you're promoted
doted gore upon the alter
diffusing your future
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 1:44 PM UTC
an illuminating candlelight flickers
a cold wind whispers
snuffing the flame
yet i still find i can see
in this pitch darkness
am i luminescent?
or just another creature of the night?
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 8:32 AM UTC
you see me through
distorted lens
a muffled image of
my visage, small in
your eyes, but I am
so much more than
imagination
Why can't you see
who I really am?
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 11:50 AM UTC
You
closed yourself
and returned open.
I
shut my eyes
to see the darkness.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 9:49 AM UTC
WHITE WITCHES IN THE WIND
Up the dark and barricaded staircase
with a monitor well focused between their legs
they came to digest an ego
caress ten long fingers flaming at the tips
Imbibe bright juice
heal a chequered heart
mount the focused quartz
don the weathered leather
As African hero’s of the past stare
Through windows draped in white chiffon
They smooth peppercorn hair
in ecstasies of bliss as delicate oil
flare their nostrils, ignite their liver
while township youth play dice upstairs
Modelling their future on one man alone
as jazz tunes are whistled from corners
the piano remains covered in velvet
with a white knight trying some stunts
And a wizard talks tales of Mecca
then prays on centre stage
They twist locks and slit bars
violet suns stream in
all is touched with gold as he glances
at their toes, skirmishes their
******* in figures of eight
On a path to the beyond
White witches in the wind
©GhairoDanielsPoetry2003
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 2:48 AM UTC
In the blink of an eye, clouds move
In the blink of an eye, time swifts
In the blink of an eye, ice melts
In the blink of an eye, birds fly
In the blink of an eye, wave swirls
In the blink of an eye, beauty mesmerises
In the blink of an eye, health changes
In the blink of an eye, wealth goes
In the blink of an eye, things change
In the blink of an eye, life changes
In the blink of an eye, destiny changes
In the blink of an eye, death comes
In the blink of an eye, time passes
In the blink of an eye, anyone can pass
In the blink of an eye, fortune can change
In the blink of an eye, anything can happen
In the blink of an eye, life exists..
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 3:26 AM UTC
There are roses.
A sniff of that—
turns the trees into sharp thorns.
Sit still.
Secured. Guarded.
Then there is a Tree,
meticulously crafted,
big-footing from the deepest deep—
not only skin deep
but the beauty is on—
deep-bone skeleton.
The pixels on the upper layer stay clear,
and perfect balance holds below, through every layer.
A day fades from the rose,
dimmed—even at soothing eve.
Not quite.
It walks in chiaroscuro,
through shades of tangerine,
slipping into the thick of night—
never growing thin—
until it catches the set sun hiding,
eyeing the new moon’s skin.
It stands,
ready for bold conversation,
as the stars emerge,
whispering
through the seven skies.
Wide-eyed death—
inevitable—
rushes in
on beauty’s stake.
But how long did it last?
Before the blink of an eye,
the tree was back in bloom.
In watching galaxies—top of mind—
it grows again,
quietly,
on the sublunary Earth.
Math of the matter
couldn’t be closer,
nor farther—yet it is,
as surely as cumulative math,
with countless truths under the skin,
unfound until the equation fits.
It can appear with precision,
or stay hidden from sight—
under the sun, or the moon, alike.
Sharpest sharp cuts: linear.
Deepest deep, yet curves—
smoothest golden spirals.
The solid full-stop dot
in Ma spaces
springs the sweetest—
a panache showcase
that conquers height
and endures time.
A sniff of it stirs the water—
boundless,
no sea, no ocean, no river,
just flow, forever.
It bumps into paradise above—
roots stretching,
never ceasing.
Deep down, it rocks the pearls,
up high melts the clouds,
rains soft on the glass—
which breaks
into pieces of a star.
Breaks open wide—yet no angle.
Deep down, it never fractures.
Every line, on every lane,
curves inward
to its digital bedrock:
non-linear, vibrating numbers.
Day in, day out—
no ending at the end.
A topological fold
opens and rewraps.
There is a tree:
overhead and on the ground.
Keep an open eye—
it keeps up!
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC
Into the expanse of thoughts of you.
Endless moments of smiles and virtues.
Constellations inside of your eyes.
Moments of forever written in the sky.
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 1:23 PM UTC
"I wish I didn’t feel this way,
A love I don’t want, but can’t push away.
I miss you more than I can show,
But I keep it hidden, deep below."
"I just want to hug you, hold you tight,
Let you see the side that’s pure and light.
The part of me that’s never changed,
But I can’t let this love be rearranged."
"I wish I was the light of your eye,
The star that makes your heart beat high.
Yet here I stand, a friend confined,
Longing for a love I can’t define."
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 1:18 PM UTC
I remember your hands.
They are strong and gentle!
I remember your eyes.
They're incredibly deep!
I remember your lips.
They're so mint and sinner!
I remember your voice.
It's the passion indeed!
I remember all:
As I was without you,
Alone as a pup,
Thrown into a ditch.
Weltered in life,
Ruined disgusting.
I was forgotten,
Dusted and *******
I remember you.
You looked afar,
Past me at all,
As if an unknown.
You were so scared.
You chickened out,
You disappeared.
I'm now a stone.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC
There once was a man from Mumbai
Whose face had the laziest eye:
It opened at noon
While the other as soon
As the sun rose was focused and spry.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 3:13 AM UTC
thank the maker who knew
that we did not require a
trained eye to love, appreciate
the reading of a poem
no the untrained eye still
leads the words for dispersal
to the other senses to ingest,
invest, instigate the insight
insides, to be moved by the
gifts of piety of poets, whose
eye see the life poetic and
command any all words
to train us to better understand
what it is
how it is
why it it
where it is
feelings word flowers
of that which is undeniably
essential
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 12:30 PM UTC
i'm a light machine gun.....
locked up and loaded in rounds......
firing all kinetic energy and reason..........
across the trenches and the fields i've sent..........
pistols, shotguns, autos to their knees.........
but as i unlock and reload and cool down..........
and the panicked silence settles in.........
i have to ask in kind......
s n i p e r..
do i have your eye?
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 7:05 AM UTC
I fell in love with your brown eyes,
The kind of brown that echoes the earth after rain.
——
Rich, alive, and grounding.
When I gaze into them, my world spins,
Caught in their depth, their quiet magic.
Your eyes aren’t just brown; they’re a craving,
Like dark chocolate that lingers on your tongue,
Leaving you wanting, needing, more.
They shimmer, not ordinary at all,
But like molten gold kissed by sunlight,
Wrapping me in warmth,
Like a cup of hot cocoa on a winter morning.
Oh, those pretty brown eyes of yours—
They’ve brought me to my knees,
And I’d gladly stay there,
Forever lost in their beauty.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 2:27 AM UTC
Since second I was born you showered me with love
Made sure I was aware how adoring you were of
Michael and I
We were apples of your eye
Just wish I would have known how quick the days would pass by
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 10:44 AM UTC