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Did you miss me
when my hands learned your body
the way dervishes learn the turn,
slow, again and again,
until dizziness became faith?
Did you miss the way
I dried your back
as one wipes dew from a sacred stone,
the way I brushed your hair
like a blessing whispered into silence,
the way perfume rose from your neck
as if dawn itself had chosen you?
Did you miss
how desire never hurried,
how longing knelt,
how touch remembered God
before it remembered skin?
I ask you softly
not with the mouth,
but with the ache.
And you answer
Yes…
by God, yes.
I miss the ritual,
the nearness,
the way you vanished inside me
without leaving.
I miss it all.
And I miss you
as the soul misses its secret name.
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
He heard the stones weeping
and asked them what hurt.
I could only break,
crying for their condition,
crying for mine.
Something precious
slipped from a young man’s hands,
and from mine as well.
Hope left quietly,
safety folded its wings.
In dreams I cross time
like a shadow leaping
each leap uncertain.
O dove,
your low moan
mirrors my own.
I think of the beloved ones
who drift like smoke.
What did you lose,
little bird,
to sing like that?
You melt me
even as I am already melting.
Life
the best of it
is a dream that flees
the moment we reach.
I call to the dream
and it will not listen,
will not still itself.
It shames me to confess confusion,
to whisper that my soul-mate
has gone.
From a thousand eyes
I chose one
and it killed me
with its gaze.
Like you, dove,
I moan in color and scent,
my grief a shape in the air.
Love’s arrow
does not miss.
I call again
but the dream
does not turn its head.
And I am still melting.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 5:58 AM UTC
Only occasional opposition occurred.
Overreaching organisations outranged,
Outnumbered and outpaced the ordinary order,
Old and obstinate oppressors occupying obscure offices,
Originating from ostensibly occult orders -
Obsessed and overdressed!
Offered obvious oblations of organic organisms.
Oracles of office ovulated orations -
Ostentatious and opulent omens!
Our oscillatory orbits offset,
Overarching our origins,
Ousting ordinary occupations,
Our opinions overwritten - overruled - overrun.
Overwhelmingly, opportunities of objection overcome.
Obeying obsessively - Obedient in obesity!
Operators ogled our oasis, optimising omissions - Outsourcing:
Oath for obligation!
Opinions for orthodoxy!
******* for ovations of: “Obey!”
Opposing organisations and outspoken objectors,
Odd and ordinary,
Obligingly oppressed - Opiated!
Can our order outmanoeuvre the obvious outcome?
Opalescence, outside of our oceans,
Outside of ourselves -
Occluded and obstructed!
Opportunists and optimists,
Overzealous and overwrought objectors -
Ousted!
Offended officials of the omnipotent oligarchy,
Oozed odiously odourless oddities -
Obfuscated our onus!
Opulence obtained in obedience!
Opportunities of objection Odyssey into oblivion…
Onerous omens of opulence orchestrated -
The Ornamentation of ourselves!
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
¿Cómo puedo amar algo que no es mío?
¿El frío no hace temblar los huesos?
¿Si amor es lo que pides?
¿No pueden los árboles respirar?
¿El amor a primera vista termina?
¿Dios no ama al mundo?
¿Qué no eres para mí?
¿El sol no sale después de las cinco?
¿No te gusta oír mi voz antes de dormir?
¿Hay una entrada al cielo, no?
¿Tú sientes mi alma sobre ti?
¿Las rosas no tienen espinas?
¿Es mejor ver el amor venir?
¿El amor, no ve mucho más de la distancia?
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
Fall is the perfect season
with enough sunshine
leaves dropping down
trees changing colors
changes in our lives
with the elections
coming
with approaching winter
please O God
make it "changes for the good..."
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
Jesus- has got to be the foundation to get others to Heaven
Others- a lot easier when Jesus is the foundation
Yourself- to love others as yourself you have to love yourself
= JOY
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 10:03 PM UTC
What did your parents tell each other,
Why did they say that to one another,
When you were born to them in that weather?
Aapse mil kar Khushi hui!
Your name is Khushi,
And Khushi means happiness,
Your parents felt glad on meeting each other.
And I bet that they were happy when you were born.
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 4:26 AM UTC
I don't know where I'm supposed to be
but I know where I'm posed to be
a solo diver floating free
flowing
with the open sea
embracing waves
embracing rain
embracing whirling winds of change
surrendering
to Heaven's gaze
soaking in the pearly rays
Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 10:36 AM UTC
The Smell of Honey, Coffee and Apples and Messes of Words, but
No Love Poetry
<^>
*my poetry suffers from a literately literacy,
the adjectivally of imagery wears away with
time and age eroding the imagination, when one’s
days are numbered, being serious is an natural
unpleasant hazardous haze, never in doubt
The morning meal of cooked oatmeal, steel cut,
laced with wildflower honey, slices of honey crisp
apples and Hawaiian coffee brewed,
singes the
Tropical Storm Ophelia thrumming humidity
that overhangs the ugly grays of NYC sky-paths,
one tickles me awake with contradictory impulses:
sweet and sour,
a robust stimulative, competing with the smothering of
grayling clouded weather weariness of
48 hours of rainy continuity,
a spirit suffocate
you see!
give you myself, my environment, in précis,
unimaginative exactly as it occurs to me, sensually, yes,
but cannot shake my disappointment that no,
can’t combine visionary notions that spin your swivel
chair around, powered by your exclamations of
ooh, ahh, and little stabs of weeee punctuating
our shared atmosphere
and bring forth
only love poetry
but no mas,
the love poetry doesn’t comes to the fore,
the forehead stuffed with words best listed as
basic, observable, factual,
Miley Cyrus, accuses me of being jaded,
but not with accuracy, more straight jacketed,
way past that half-way point of no return,
turning back is not a listed menu option
love poetry
demands, requires and requests
envisioning, precursor to dreaming,
but I am choking on matters-of-fact,
questions of survivability,
that do not
shed love poetry words,
I
love exclaiming
to any and all within hailing distance,
my loving firmament, but the damp atmosphere
swallows my hopes and sounds, even though
still can smell the lingering nearness odor of honey and apple,
yet, other hints of memory beg to differ,
and I sadly and easy confess,*
this is not a lovely poem…
- * -
Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 12:44 PM 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
O lady ...
o lady ...
stole my heart ...
and not got enough ...
from me ...
she stole also ...
my mind ...
seconds by seconds ...
all the time ...
as the sun every once ...
steals the day from the moon ...
and to keep do ...
day by day ...
all the time ...
as also the moon do ...
with no bore ...
yes lady mine ...
you always do ...
dancing within my mind ...
as the trees dances happily ...
with a soft slight breeze ...
at every morning ...
to make our morning ...
wonderful sweet ...
loving day ...
to give us ...
the great beats ...
that my heart longs for ...
and it only ...
longs for you ...
O lady ...
lady mine ...
you stole me all ...
hazem al ...
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 3:25 AM UTC
Single story
Raining Pouring
Window broken
Hearts are storming
Lifeless floating
Stopping nothing
Everything going
Raining pouring
Raining pouring
Gone.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 5:50 AM UTC
Hilton- Travel lodge-95.
~~~~~
Jealousy is a very damaging
emotion. My family all dead
by jealous men and women
I avoid jealous people.
I was furious with your
call girl jealousy stunt card.
just not to tears with
a woman crawling to you!.
You deserve much better.
You deserved me.
Loving you eternally.
As for your heart diamond ring
promised for my tears
hiding in your coat pocket!
I can't cry in jealousies for it.
Couldn't you bend your knee
To put it on my finger?
O it wasn't in the script!
I meant asking you to though,
In the pre nuptial agreement.
Sorry I didn't bleed for that too.
Now look here eons later.
See my lifeline roped in sadness.
The trails of graves lined up
My many loved ones buried.
Our children never born then.
You left without asking!
But only misery and pain
I found.
Jealousy greed malice
butcher human predators
were deadly treasure thieves too.
Butchers, twisted in laws
Childless Jealous baby snatchers.
As for Angelina ASG-BBA
and JPC- RDD
Lost and found,
groom sat bride me free.
"If you love someone,
very much, set beloved free
If dear one returnd
Is all yours, if not,
loved one never was."
We both missed our mark.
but darling beloved
Don't leave empty handed
Take me with you.
Take everything it's yours.
It belongs in your real world.
Take that old grassy hill dear one.
Those many treasures you buried,
left for me to harvest;
Script and all.
Take my children too.
I won't miss them
Not if you have them.
You are the best father
Best friend best teacher.
Best ghost companion to me.
Take my heart my brain too
my courage along
I need them not here in hell,
this unreal cursed world.
Physically alone.
Nothing makes sense here
You kept me company
all through this years
I understand you now
my misfortune is loving you.
Your promise my company.
"We'll always be together."
Twin flame souls.
~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All rights reserved
74-present-rddjpcasgbba
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 10:45 PM UTC
I cant go to sleep
I swear I want to, swear I try, swear I did all the steps right
But you know what
There is only one body in this bed
And it's mine,
And it misses you
And it wishes it did not have to.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC
Dear OCD,
You made me hate myself
You made me scared
You made me angry
You made me suicidal
You are not even a person
You are a chemical imbalance in my brain
In my mind
Feeding off my pain
And torture is your everything
You made me lock myself in my room scared of something i will never do
You made me nauseous
You made me inflict self harm
You made me so scared of my own beauty i couldn't even see through my own eyes
How beautiful and strong i am
Blinded by your words
i hated it
I hated your presence so much i even was ready to end it all
But
I am not alone
There are many like me in this world
I know now that you do not define me
You will never make me do these things
I do not fear you no more
I am tired of this fear
I am letting myself be happy whether or not you are here
My pure obsession
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 9:30 PM UTC
I can see all things
You are transparent, O Lord
All things are opaque
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 7:37 AM UTC
The fire burns through darkest night of all
A slippery wisp to bring the dull to death
The wise will tread through cold to reach a breath
Men speak of souls entrapped in nights of fall
Repeat the silent pleads of sons of Gaul
Repelling beasts of night and fiends eldreth
Who poison minds with sights of heinous death
Returning husks of man with bodies mauled
The beast will weep a tear of solemn grief
Its hunger stilled but eyes on guiltless foe
A heartless master villain; killing thief
The man no more but still his life aglow
It lays his lifeless head on fallen leaf
And waits for heaven's seed to start to grow
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC
I hate crush culture
I’m in love with a gay guy
And a straight girl
I’m in love with people who will never be with me
Because of a dumb thing like sexuality
I’ve tried to define my self but the closest I’ve gotten is that
i like people... just people.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 1:45 AM UTC
Yes, once I did a newsboy job,
With a newsagent I did hobnob,
Our little town at four o'clock,
In depths of winter, quite a shock,
In New Blithering I did search,
Why did Heathcliff leave me in the lurch?
Not to be a drama queen,
I did retire from that scene,
It was quite amusing I say,
Second breakfasts every day,
No wonder we were obese and fat,
No longer a newsboy, that's that!
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
Pain is the purest form of pleasure
She's the source of mine.
But I await her, patiently...
Like a sailers lover awaits a bottle message by the sea shore..
Not knowing whether the winds and tides were kind or not
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 12:32 PM UTC