#x
https://hellopoetry.com/poems/5116875/jesus-never-said-solve-for-x
~~~
Parterre* II
went o’class today,
that is to say.
upon awaking to new dawning day,
someone reminded me of the ongoing, continuing
Needed Necessary to Solve for X
thus birthing in my own private mental manger,
a first feeding of a poem this day,
Thu Apr 23 7:33am
this searching for the illusive X,
is a serenading story never ending,
a toute~tour of the world, for
X
is everywhere.
without passport, sans country,
monseñor X is quite
une célébrité internationale,
if not even,
une chaussée (causeway) internationale
These pesky X,
with boon buddies, the squared
Y, A, B, C!**
All permanent shipboard residents on a worldwide cruise,
so to the point then:
<>
Problems are unique,
but yet,
just varietals in a well grounded
garden parterre,
in the back of the Opera house,
where the perspective is long distance,
and opera glasses a must have,
plus a good mirrored microscope,
for X’s need a multilevel examinations,
one is en courage to pick up X
with both microbe infected hands,
for X’s are not only always clean,
requiring grit to comprehend,
they come in all sizes
even body scan sizes, if you gather my meanings
so examine yourself frequently,
for not only is
X
evolving,
your peculiar solution
is a
flux capacitor
with no warranty
ergo
fix or repair daily…
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 5:53 AM UTC
i knew something was going on with you
your room is clean for a change,
and everything since april has been torn off of the calendar.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 9:05 PM UTC
beads of sweat
trickle down the nook of her neck
glistening on soft curves of static skin
hot with electric pulse under gliding fingertips.
beads of pearls
wrapped around her wrists
glimmer in dancing reflections
from burning flickers of candlelight.
beads of wax
drip down her arched spine
glinting as quivering hips sway
writhing in the gentle shock of pleasurable pain.
***
diving into trenches of pleasure
in her intoxicating salty skin
where sweet treasure lies
confined inside the pouting shell
glowing through refracted moonlight.
my lips trace from her navel
sailing along hipbone silky swell
as pointing toes curl
& waves reach breaking peak
under firm strokes
to the nocturne's crescendo.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 2:18 PM UTC
at my semi-annual check down,
(to wait a year in between,
is to invite invasive festering cicadas)
and he inquires,
how goes the writing?
sighing, replying,
“oh doc, trying real hard
to limit myself to a poem,
on a one-a day-regimen,
but it just ain’t happening”
sighing, replying,
de doc he say;
“I feel you, how I
wish I could see
but one patient a day;
investigate their every pore,
scan the body fulsome,
even tween their toes,
their follicles and nose,
and feel and sleep assuredly,
I’ve done my best for them!”
and spontaneous we reply
to each other:
“but it just can’t be done!”
he rights me twice a year,
I, thank him daily, even,
enscripting a write
just for him,
de minimus!
no fewer than
twice a day
~~~
7:30am
Tuesday
3-10-26
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 7:29 AM UTC
x is rated, sometimes obscene,
a warning to the unwary
x could also be a long drawn out kiss.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 6:39 AM UTC
Technology has won,
when I was a young child,
We used to play out in the Sun,
Fresh air and blue skies
of a time that we had fun,
Running up and down the sidewalk
Drawing a hopscotch board with white chalk
Walking to the candy store to get some snacks
We had a big bargain back when, then we came right back,
Boys playing basketball
Girls playing doubledutch
Times were laid back
Oh how I miss it so much
But Nowadays,
Technology has won,
Has brained washed our minds,
We have tablets, cellphones, and all that oblige,
Computers, Laptops, and consoles galore,
We are so wrapped up in technology,
It making our eyes sore,
GAMING, SHOPPING AND
GAMBLING YOUR MONEY,
THEN YOU'RE BROKE LIKE A JOKE AND
THAT AIN'T FUNNY!!!
Staring at the screens, games, and texting, social media, and website searching,
FACEBOOK, INSTAGRAM, TIKTOK, AND X,
WRAPPED IN TECHNOLOGY
MAN WHAT'S NEXT??
There is nothing wrong with TECHNOLOGY!!!
JUST CERTAIN BAD INFLUENCES,
SO, MIND THOSE THINGS PLEASE!!!
THERE ARE A LOT OF DANGERS,
SO, PLEASE BE AWARE,
BE WEARY OF SCAMS!! AND
PLEASE TAKE CARE!!!!
B.R.
Date: 10/29/2025
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC
~For Mr. Lawrence Hall~
<>
you absolutely sure?
Now for sure I'm no expert, though did read the New Testament
Cover to cover, all in one sitting, for a Jesuit priest buddy,
yes my taste in friends is
Eclectic, like my poems, slightly at the fat tail of an
Abnormal curve,
i.e. turn my curse into a blessing,
Anyway, it strikes me that Jesus,
spent his time, full-time,
Solving for X,
and showed quIte an
imaginative thought/belief process,
And great creativity,
To obtain his answers...
Hoping I'm offending no one...unintentional for sure,
he is a
Heroic figure, kind and forgiving, what's not to like?
But he solved problems, multi variate, non linear, imaginatively,
Never threw in the towel on the truly complex, though., he never perceived himself as a mathematician, indeed his life was eXactly
That, solving humanity for the X,
the humanity in us,
So yeah, he didn't just say solve for X,
He just went about his day, solving solving solving...
salving, salving...
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 5:26 PM UTC
YOU,
one of the mainstay sails of this ship,
a timbered main, like so many others,
who come here to pray and be blessed
daily, sometime twice, and rare absent
from this battlefield of word worthiness,
where so many fall, unattended, but you
are not one of them
you cross my mind,
and bring me a smile,
all the time. line by line,
your bedlam blue, is our custodian
I repost what intrigues, makes me gasp, jealous and desiring
why and how you found these words, that trick my eyes,
in disbelieving belief, that you got there first, com~bo~ing
craziness delightfully, and says me **** how could have I
missed this, the that, where you are at, a missive missile firing
in a million directions, hitting every target...
so I thank you, twice times over, you
are the sailor extraordinaire that keeps our
leaky (bad gateway?) afloat, and it is you,
X 10,000 that I wish I could repost, this worthy cause,
but here I must pause, for you have given me a pleasured
insight, in right, it is us who should be shy, for not
honoring
you ever so much more.
with affection,
even I, Left Foot Poet
get it righted, sooner,
but never, is not permissible
so let us sail on...together...
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 7:40 PM UTC
Quisiera tener algo claro,
Solo me aferro a escribir,
Sin fondo ni voz
Así de simple sin metáforas o color
Es lo que soy
Soy demasiado duro,
Conmigo mismo,
Una luz através de una cortina
Más pequeña,
Menos visible,
No puedo pensar de otra manera
Se que está,
Cada parte de mi,
tiene una razón,
Una razón a la vez
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC
Angustia en el pecho, niebla en la mente,
un grito en silencio que nunca se siente.
La sombra me sigue, se sienta en mi lado,
sin ser invitada, sin ser deseado
Preguntas sin rostro, vacíos sin nombre,
me arrastran al borde del abismo donde
la nada es el todo y el eco se ahoga,
y el tiempo parece que nunca se cobra
¿Qué sentido tiene la marcha del día,
si al final la noche igual me castiga?
¿Qué sentido tiene buscar en el suelo,
si el cielo se oculta tras un ***** velo?
Existir sin rumbo, vivir sin el paso,
ser polvo y ceniza, sin forma ni abrazo
Un barco sin puerto, flotando en la bruma,
perdido en el tiempo, buscando su luna
Mas sigo adelante, en esta marea,
que lleva mi vida, que todo la arrea
Tal vez, en la niebla, encuentre respuestas,
tal vez, en la sombra, mis dudas se apuestan
Así avanzo errante, aunque el alma duela,
un paso tras otro, en esta condena
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 7:26 PM UTC
Hasta en una isla desierta
te escucho en el viento,
una canción que no olvido,
mi favorita,
porque suena a ti.
Todo lo que hago
lleva un poco de tu luz,
como un sol pequeño
girando en mi interior.
No importa la distancia,
ni el silencio del lugar,
mi mirada te busca
aunque no estés.
Y si algún día me pierdo,
en mares que no tienen fin,
seguiré tu recuerdo
como faro dentro de mí.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 1:19 PM UTC
Antisocial mediums
Sacrifice to the brazen bull
All for one, and one more fleeting night
Light the Tinder up
Stalk me on TikTok
My eyes haven't Faced
A Book in my
Entire life
I Reddit on X
I'm addicted to ***
In an Instant:
My morals aren't worth a Gram
Before we Chat
Let me hide my real self
In a Snap:
I'm Linked In to this charade
I Draft a King's self portrait in my own perception
Jamie Foxx made me do it
To keep my mind off this:
I will lease another iPhone on credit...
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 11:48 PM UTC
I was born in 1990,
Only 8 days shy of 1991.
Still, I am Generation Y.
She was born in 2000,
Nearly 6 weeks into it.
She's Generation Z.
Still, she responded to me,
Actually her mother did.
The matrimonial ad.
My parents had flashed it,
In a timely manner, they hoped,
That I can be married.
So, I went to their home,
I liked her for her youth.
And of course her eyes.
She was truthful and frank too.
She told me what she wanted,
She wanted a mature man.
When I told her that I was an artist,
She loved my poetry,
And commended my creations.
Soon that 'misunderstanding' happened,
And the Miss felt she was standing under,
To equate herself with me, she berated me.
Oh, I do want to marry her still,
Because in her I see a lot of potential,
But she'll have to change her behaviour.
And as she can't change,
Things she will have to realise.
I don't think that she can apologise.
There's a generation gap between us,
And the next generation can't say sorry,
Or just accept their mistake with humility.
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 3:49 AM UTC
Feeling something
Lonely like a concrete wall
Cold in my bed under the covers
I want to forget
I bet they feel the same
You confuse me with your spiral eyes
I cut myself for money offer you
A portion and all my love
Yet I’m something faltered
Wrong for the right reasons
Wrong for the wrong reasons
Alone and waiting for no one
Unconventional methods
We tell each other how we’d **** ourselves
You’re hitting me through a straw
I’d prefer a bite of something sweet
Everything reminds me of him
All the hims really
Every new him is like the last but with a separate journal entry
Now I’m on a grainy camera trying to make a living or something
My dad calls me a failure to my face
My mother is violent in her silence
I’ll never be anyone else they see in me
I’m a moth drawn to the flame of promise
A flame I burn my skin with
Writing words for you
Not for myself
Because there is nothing here
I spend my days curled up with my own fingers
In the palm of my own hand
Mar 28, 2023
Mar 28, 2023 at 5:15 AM UTC
long stretches of disappointing time
have turned you blind
to your dreams
X
well, in this time i have grown my vision
now i play life’s game
with better timing and precision
O
blind as you are
you’ll trip on your past convictions
flat on your face, full of regret
X
i pray
i don’t become blind
the older i get
O
resume to live by my unwise heart
manoeuvre to where
my unsure mind sees best
O
and this is how i see i’ll win,
where you have lost,
in the cruel game of life
O
(3 O’s in a row. I win!)
or
is my youth
my fall
X
and i’m unawarely
walking down the same blinding path
as you
X
will i see
that i’m blind
life has got me outplayed and i lost?
X
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 4:51 PM UTC
nostalgia hits like a train
i want to
fall
backwards
the future's kind with pain
our love
falls
forever
backwards
Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 4:50 PM UTC
On and on, I go, following the flow to wherever it settles me. There I wait for yet another wave to carry me, someplace else, another awaiting adventure destined for the blank pages of my scripts. Gradually, it becomes rather sane to be teleported in-between worlds, and never quite ending stories, tasteless poems, and on good days, hit songs.
Most times, unfortunately, it's the ever-there pain of the past that make it to these pages. And no matter how much I have tried, seemingly all that is meant to be forgotten and buried, finds a way to live on As words on pages. Without hesitation, it's a skewed opinion to take away, the heaviness and beauty of such creations, disregarding an amount of agony carried within.
On better days, we find ways, to paint the happiness, so It could be shared to those in need of comfort and a little bit of love, which is mostly us. Apparently, it only lasts a breath, then away it goes, to be sighted once again. When it's good it's going great, air is fresh and alive. Words dance then, sometimes calmly, step by step as if waltzing to a classic lady in red jam.
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 9:45 PM UTC
face after face,
i put an X on your face.
cross out all of you wonders,
one wonder after another.
drown you in the spine fluid;
blend you in with the memories.
do not miss me, for i
was just a little phase.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 5:26 PM UTC
X-ing
X-ref
Luxury
Generation X
X-ray
Xmas
exam
fax
xenophobia
Xerox
Faux
X Rated
X's and O's
Xian
X is the unknown
Xmit
X-files
Malcom X
3 x 2
X, IX, VIII
But if you've lost something you treasure,
Then X marks the spot.
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 6:14 PM UTC
there is not a sexist bone in my body.
not a one.
there is not a bone
in my body entire,
that it's marrow,
but just tinged,
more singed,
nay, more, more,
burnt and burning
with
****** desire.
****** desire is a concerto
of the
five sense organs:
vision, hearing, smell, taste, and touch.
my body performs Halley's Fifth.
my woman listens carefully.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC