#than
I spoke, but the wound stayed bright,
Honesty cuts, yet it feels like spite.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 2:58 AM UTC
Of Winter through June,
Magnolia in full bloom,
Eternal than doom.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 4:11 AM UTC
a time of growth
time of gifts
the time of flowers
draws ever closer
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 8:17 AM UTC
a hurricane of emotion
slamming; flying, but
I'll come down slow
into the iris, a
beautiful light blue.
I don't need you.
I am more than the storm.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 12:33 PM UTC
If peace could speak,
It would say be calm and don't be weak.
Inner peace comes out,
After beating your anger and anxiety to knock out.
Do you know what I feel?
I feel peace as my part of meal.
Yoga helps one to become peaceful,
Also good for health and it is faithful.
It teaches hearts and mind to stay at ease,
Like gentle wind through silent trees.
No storms can break a peaceful mind,
When love and patience are combined.
Inner peace must be attained,
Then only our lives are sustained.
END..
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 6:27 AM UTC
read a thousand love stories,
pause, rest awhile,
read ten thousand more,
and then deny equality.
If you ask for no more than you can give,
you ask for not enough
love is imbalance not an equation,
with a single solution
love has both constants and variable factors
so you write of tribulations and tributes
so you write of lamentations and liftings
you think you are on the same page
perhaps
but do we not all read at different paces?
one of you is solid, one is dotted and dashed
one of you is straight, one is bent, forever curving
when you think you are
in balance
in the same place
in syncopation
perhaps you are for a moment
a calculus of one point on a trajectory
and you say I can only ask for what I give
and am given
and no more,
you have miscalculated
this flux
flummoxed
when the old terrain is flayed flat
but thru the windshield you see the
plateau ends, the geography unknown,
when you see unknown
when you seek the unknown
when you give from places you did not know
you had to give from
when you kiss a hand
for twenty minutes more than than the one minute you intended
when you give more than is asked
when you ask for more than you can you think you can give
the imbalance is the only concert
the imbalance is the the only constant
how do I know this?
what are my credentials?
you are not a teenage girl,
what matters of what you know of these matters?
I am who I am
a diversity of man and manner
I am past prime and in decline
but this I know
for having failed ten thousand poem times
you must ask for more than one can give
but that's not fair!
silly one, still wretched confused,
even after one hundred
thousand poem times
you must ask of
yourself
more than you can give
and ask no less
demand no less
a body in emotion is not a body in rest
when the imbalance is too great or insufficient
then you write a poem
look in the mirror that cannot lie
and move
on
or
move
off
and begin to ask
yourself
to whom may I give myself
more than is asked
then you have finally asked
the correct solution to the
unsolvable equation
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
in my private conversations, so many
emiploy this phrase, arms on chest folded,
a whispery plaint, and I too am folded into
too pieces, as well, my understanding fulsome,
for the struggling is well familiar, I under stand
beneath you, arms upraised, holding your shaking,
throbbing, wistful hearty sighs, constant tumbling,
floor~falling, see rose petals of sighs, all quiet screams,
and
my weak remedy is urging you to express
with the skill, known in you possess, to give
it forth, give it out and let us love your burdens
shared, and thus the be the firmament of our ties…
selfishly, I plead that you stun us with the
insight inside, hopeless hoping you surrender
and share in the only way I know that expiates some,
the grief, some of pained shame, and for a momentary
gasping, allows us grasping you, through you poetry,
the value you can bring forth to others humanity,
helping us to make us a better~both, with written creating
sums far, far greater than the to~us whole…
nml
7:45AM
Sabbath
May 25
2024
Silver Beach, Shelter Island
May 25, 2024
May 25, 2024 at 8:09 AM UTC
Imbibing books is far more easier than imbibing humans.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 3:37 AM UTC
The absurdity of modern poets.
They don't use the rhyme scale,
But they use many cuss words.
And they think writing suchlike,
They look cooler than their peers.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
_I heartily say thank you to my mother...
Who gave me surprise gift of hello poetry...
My soul is so much happy today...
I want to express it in my 1st poetry...
Thank you my dear mother...
I left my poetry...
And deleted my account...
Due to my aim...
But poetry is my passion...
I don't live happy without it...
I cried loudly after deleting my account...
But my mother couldn't see to me depressed...
So, she gave my surprise gift of hello poetry..._
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 6:23 AM UTC
She,
my cutter,
my body, her cutting board
sliced by tongue and fingernail,
any handy human implement,
she sculpts me to
her eye's reconfiguring delight
she,
grabs my wrist,
and my face
in her hands grasp-embraced
unblemished once,
now becomes all scarred tissued,
no guise, no lies, no bearded mask,
no disguise - all forsaken
hidden hardened skin,
speckled red/white translucent,
she kisses with adoration her
heart designed
objet d'art
*no better blade than she,
with every cut,
transformed, she becomes
my devotee,
I, her escapee,
I am her, she is me,
inseparable, my every command,
she obeys
*for our love
cuts both ways**
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC
a man wonders why
like a cage a single meaning is trapped
to a symbol of many faces
like moonshine being time for a romance
for it is also when the predators hunt,
a man wonders why like a fox the world is written
and like a rabbit we fall for its snares
people ignore to see our symbol of peace
murdering a wee lil worm,
how is it a prison is meant to keep things locked inside
when its actually keeping people out of our reach
how religion breaks war
and love fosters hate
why are we blinded like bats
and why are we deafer than snakes.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
I hate them,
'Cause sometimes
They drain me
Of all my
Energy.
Of all my
Loneliness,
Sadness,
Anxiety,
My worries.
I hate them,
'Cause sometimes
They take away
All of my
Friends.
Now that
We're all
Closer than before.
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
If the tip of your nose freezes
on the walk home tonight,
embrace the pain.
Don't wish it away.
It just means that
your nerves still have endings
your skin is thick enough
your body isn't pretending
it still gives a f***.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 12:51 AM UTC
poems are a bit harder to write
when you dont feel music in your mind
too many tabs open
tv static for feelings
'error 404' for thoughts
poems are a bit harder to create
when you cant keep your sh*t straight
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
I used to wonder
Spend my time daydreaming
Wishing she would
Reciprocate my feelings
But now I know
Now I have no doubt
I know exactly
How she feels about me now
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
She, my cutter,
my body, her cutting,
with tongue and finger nail,
any handy human implement,
she sculpts me to
her eye's configuring delight
she, grabs my wrist,
and my face
by her hands embraced,
unblemished once
now becomes scarred tissued,
no guise, no lies, no bearded mask,
no disguise -
all forsaken
hidden hardened skin,
speckled red/white translucent,
she kisses with adoration her
heart designed
objet d'art
*no better blade than she,
with every cut,
transformed, she becomes
my devotee,
I, her escapee,
I am her, she is me,
inseparable, my every command,
she obeys*
for our love cuts both ways
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
I miss the way we used to sit
How you'd fall asleep on my shoulder cold
How you quietly would look at me, and I at you, because we'd know
I miss the everyday secret things
Which we used to do and could've been
With a oneness and once unified breath
I miss these more than anything
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC