#ya
speechless in the fact he could be mine
but could he be with another?
doubtless that he would be able to get with
another. if he isn’t, do i have a chance?
secure in the will of god to keep me on
the straightest path, but what if he’s on the path?
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 5:32 PM UTC
Understand
I could plainly tell you what I’m saying.
I’m screaming in my head for you to know what I’m saying, yet it’s never enough.
My words could be a simple as learning how to write. Voicing your thoughts onto paper and making them into words.
I could be in my bed crying myself to sleep and only to wake up with our call dropped.
I’m still hurting and I’m tired, you don’t make it easier for me; even though you couldn’t since you are you.
It’s all a ******** lie, no matter how hard I am trying, no matter what I do. It wouldn’t be enough. Ever.
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
plastic:
straight, good posture
white and abrasive as baking soda
thrifty, ideal of motherhood
hosting new years parties and other
get-togethers for the kids while sipping,
socially, of course, a margarita,
she buys her children, ruddy-nosed
devils, gifts while their friends stand with empty hands,
letting those other kids,
kids with empty pockets,
sit to the side,
and know their place.
steel:
another mother she
drives thirty miles to pick up a daughter’s friend,
male, lanky, and for cops
the wrong color at midnight
from a gas station in the wrong part of town
which is really just code
for poor and less white
and she takes him home to
sleep on the sofa
gives him hot tea
and in the morning pancakes with eggs
she doesn’t ask about the bruises
on his forearms or his heart
she just feeds him and drives him
to the library with a sandwich in old Tupperware
he doesn’t need to return
although he does with a thank-you note
and gratitude in his heart,
despite all the bitterness around him.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 9:17 AM UTC
I pray my pen
Flows not with think
But with spirit embodied
As there is more to impress
In the ink of Christ
Than there ever was or will be
In this expression of me
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
It's all Hellos, and No Good Byes
Yes it hurts, but still, I'll try
No more See Ya, only getting Hi
Yes you leave, but still, I ignite
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC
Why do so many people
Write about being tired
Rather than just
going to bed.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 3:30 AM UTC
Aaj phir se uthai Kalam hath me
Kuch batane ka panno ko dil chahta hai,
Labzo me jo baat keh naa saka
Geet me gungunane ko dil chahta hai |
Kaun kehta hai ki tujh se pyar karte hai log
Bas jarurte puri karte hai log |
Jab tak zinda hai sauhrate hai teri,
Mare **** ko bhi kahan ghar me rakhte hai log |
Na koi hai tera na tu hai kisika
Jo chahe tuje tu ban jaa usi ka
Khel matlab ka duniya ne khela sada hai
Tu bhi hissa usika me bhi hissa usi ka
Jala ke **** ko rakh baha de nadi me
Aisi duniya se chutkara dil chahta hai
Aaj phir se uthai kalam hath me
Kuch batane ka panno ko dil chahta hai |
Yun to chalti rahi jindagi na ruki,
Koi aata raha koi jata raha |
Kayi khel ke dil se mere khilone ki tarah
Dil ko apne har dum behlata raha |
Kisi ne chaha kisi ne toda muje,
Me phir bhi sada muskurata raha |
Kabhi roya kabhi sadme me beh gaya,
Dil ko har baar apne behlata raha |
Badi faramaush hai duniya samaj me gaya,
Fir bhi kisi ko chahne ko dil chahta hai
Aaj phir se uthai Kalam hath me
Kuch batane ka panno ko dil chahta hai |
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 12:39 PM UTC
I have never been to Texas.
I have never been to the star-spangled states.
I would like to. One day.
I want to drive along the mobius strip highway,
On the right-side-wrong-side-not-the-left-side of the road in a right side driver seat car.
I’d watch the kilometers miles tick by.
To look to the horizon and see the lone, level lands stretch away into nothingness.
I think that would be pretty great.
I would drive and drive and drive and drive.
I would drive right into the absolute oblivion of a West Texas highway at night.
The stars would be brighter there.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
From the House Of Ali -Najaf to the House Of Hussain-Kerbala,
Swarms of people walk 80kilometres for threes days- united,
The largest peaceful gathering in the world with free services,
An experience like no other.
Blessed are those who walk,
More blessed are those who serve.
No discrimination,
Regardless of sect, profession or social status,
Rich or poor,
Young or old,
Men or women,
In wheel chairs, crutches or with Zimmer frames,
Prams or hand carts,
All march with respect and dignity,
With one thought in mind,
To pay allegiance to Hussain,
Who sacrificed his head for humanity.
Every eye is moist,
Every heart torn in grief,
Chanting"Labbaik Ya Hussain."
With an iron will to complete the walk.
A nation, war-torn, wounded,
Embraces the whole world in the name of Hussain,
The longest dining table,
Where every zuwar is honoured and treated like royalty,
To pay in currency, none,
Only love and kindness and an urge to serve the zuwars.
Along the roadside are set up Mowakebs (tents),
That provide every kind of facilities and amenities ,
Food,beverages medicines,toiletries,
Fresh clothes if need be, shower rooms and toilets,
A massage of your feet,
Services to charge or repair your phone's,zimmer frames or prams,
Anything for the zuwars,
All in the name of the Ahle bayt,
Mohamed,Ali,Fatema,Hassan and Hussain.
What Hussain and his followers were denied is served with outstretched arms,
The aftermath of Kerbala was more tragic and callous,
The tears of Binte Zainab that retold the tragedy again and again,
Has born fruits,
The zuwars multiply in numbers
every year,
The rewards greater.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
(a lighter piece sup *** wit tree)
'm, oh yes mud hum,
who hoop fully iz zaftig
and/or mister
Jack Rabbit, whoever wig
gulls or crinkles their nose
creating a lil whirligig
at this bit of flummery unrig
yule lated impossible
to make cogent
and/or tangential with trig
perhaps best red
after taking a swig
of vintage carrot juice with a sprig
of favorite herb, more'n enough
to slake thirsting herd
at the yearly
Peter Rabbit shindig,
which senseless literary rig
ma roll even Bugs Bunny
trump petting donned Taj Mahal
swiftly tailored hare
reed styled periwig,
(would turnip his nose),
button size or overbig,
yet all Joe King aside,
and please do not think me a ****
excepting (Trix are for kids, eh...?)
this intentional faux paw, an
distress signal tis ideally geared
for a Unitarian
herbalist hook can
transform this pro
fessed human imposter,
(who in truth got cursed
as a **** sapien
by Bunny Foo Foo with elan)
particularly in the guise of Han
nub bull the cannibal,
(whose unisexual name Jan)
also doubles up
as my birth month
dwells in Lan
zing, Michigan, and earns
keeps employed as a nan
knee, yet experiences inner pan
dumb moan he yum,
(seized with grippe to dig
in Farmer Brown's garden), and ran
like the dickens
all the way to Tran
sill vane ya leaping
across Atlantic Ocean forced
to adopt the lifestyle of a Van
dull with razor sharp buck teeth.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
How many times will a poet
write
about writing
poetry?
TBD.
applause
"You must be very proud of yourself."
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
why do I get this feeling
that maybe there's still something there
but I also get a vibe from you
that you don't want anything
I'm so confused
can you please just be straight up with me
and not leave me feeling confused?
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
hum...habit...hic...abbott woozy
celebrating with British Royal Family
and...hub bout red dee
to take a snoozy
sup...par'n...this poet
fur...hib bit..bing a lil oozy.
Now this raggedy man
whilst deep in sleep
this past night what felt like galactic body
fell upon ma slumbering heap
affecting immediate fear
lest worst nightmare,
would crush with might
but lo…just then zee spouse
plunked herself
with unconsciousness deep
unable to recapture pleasant dreams
well nigh past day light.
So...rather than emit shrieks
like some angry birds
the idea arose to attempt poem
to express discombobulated state
whereby grey matter feels
similar to thick whey curds
palliative sans restorative power
per rest will clear muddled pate
thick with grogginess
and marauding herds
of mailer daemons worse
than unsuitable mate
or a world wide web filled with nerds
thus lethargy purged
via catharsis with forming words
that follow rhyming pattern
to convey mood = to a synonym for turds.
respite from a cat nap as tonic no lion here
can spell relief and serve as balm
with pillowed temptress ever near
beckons softly inviting calm
before this human
goes a berserk manic tear
being revisited from haunts
inside head of this scrivener
caught by men in white coats
strait jacketing this maniac
in tattered under wear
whose ***** by the way
oh about the size of an average palm
yet taut for witnessing
deux score plus eighteen mortal year.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
Appearance of the New Courier
(with namesake "Georgia Ives")
flew into the courtroom
faster than Bold face WingDings!
After the judge opened
the waxed sealed envelope stamped
with the official legal imprimatur
sound of silence filled the courtroom.
After perusing highlighted principle details,
a noticeable con jug gay shun
didst Impact countenance of attired judge.
Recess announced at authority decree
(spelled out with quotation marks high
lighting dotted i's and crossed t's)
figuratively a nouns sing moratorium
for those accused of run on sentences,
split infinitives, then versus than...
incorrect usage of ellipses, et cetera.
The justice of supreme court
critically espied quotation marks
(underscoring reductio ad absurdum
Times New Roman regulation)
against stiff penalty asper those
who commit rhetorical perturbations!
This lenient fiat occurred immediate
by innocent omission of a colon,
which subsequently, naturally,
and immediately affected
every future jury presiding over
a defendant applying incorrect punctuation!
A favorite comma cull anecdote
often repeated by my late english
grammar (a palliative to me psyche
despite the multi-generational
difference in age) happened
when she celebrated twenty
and counting punctual marks, whence time
in utero came to an end period.
Many question marks still abound
as per the specific circumstances
of this generally uneventful birth,
only that she seemed to dash
from the womb (of her mother –
mine great grandmother christened
Latina Greco) with a pointed
exclamation declaration
of independence while ****** constitution
adorned with supposedly shimmering
invisible golden braces
and a full set of teeth.
Somewhat averse to authoritarianism
and mores of assuming the sir name
of the groom, she maintained nom
de plume affixed on her birth certificate.
If born that way today, and ready
to pledge marital vow, would
probably follow the common custom
and hyphenate name of beau similar
to newlyweds of this day and at this very moment.
Back in those days though,
town’s folk exclaimed with
pointed superstition that a baby born
after being bracketed nine months
within the womb (which seemed
like an eternal sentence), and equipped
with the means to chew would
most likely experience little colon difficulty.
As a dignified divine dowager,
she willingly shared her cradle
to graveside tidbits (populated
with many wisecracks and
marked quotations from a life
that spanned more than a century21.
Smart as a whip or pin
(the latter term somewhat out of vogue),
this independent woman
(who married into nobility
from humble roots) frequently evinced
el shaped lips when the un
suspecting recipient ensnared
of her harmless ingenious pranks.
Aside from what many considered
childlike antics (which characteristic
salient trait appealed to this grandson),
she excelled at verbal adroitness
and could spin a jesting lightly
mocking pun, which seemed
to quiver with an invisible
apostrophe shaped blackened barb.
Though privileged per parochial parents,
her inherited empire and peers, the people
of the proletariat class felt
figuratively parenthetically
included as persons of concern
to this genteel dame.
She exemplified and wore that moniker
noblesse oblige with utmost
august excellence, and whenever
the need or wont arose to address
the madding crowd (this
crowned empress) resorted
to non-verbal communication ala semaphore.
Her lily-white hands (most often
remained sheathed in Palmolive
clad ding silken gloves - exuded
a faint patrician touch) partitioned
the air with arabesques accentuated
with sign language for those
among the teeming masses
unable to hear or in fact deaf.
Regular adherence to being grammatically
(yet not necessarily politically) correct
witnessed the air being sliced with even
less familiar punctuation symbols
such as the emdash, en-dash.
Even doctorates of English and
strict task masters (whose
frowning scowls strongly resembled
semicolons when even minor indiscretions,
infractions, transgressions, et cetera
with english language observed)
never found fault with this
former bohemian, whose rhapsodic,
melodic, linguistic voice ameliorated
dark memories from dereliction dis
played by former queen.
She also received the treatment of
a champion lyricist, whereby every lyre
(got set on fire) from utterance akin
to a choir of hells angels, yet this
chanteuse voice rang thru the
azure vault causing the small hairs
of the spine to experience a pleasant
electric shock therapy.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
we showed her
how
to
get
there
we took
an
nap
when she went crazy
?
...
..
.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 7:21 AM UTC
A devil in common
Forms new friends
Share the rage
Make amends
Take up arms
Dress to ****
Join our party
Save yourselves
.......
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
GAINFUL EMPLOYMENT QUEST
Pixar could nada pay enough
for this trainer of apple chomping antz
so I wonder if any chance
hello Morris the tender vittles
commercial kitty cat whisker of employment
thru contrived virtual toy story
qua ratatouille poetic brew
could materialize into a likely chance
such outcome would generate me
to shrek out with excitement and dance
just in case a glimmer of some prospect exists
for this self anointed bard,
who dislikes formality
of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,
now presents technical skills,
I wooly cotton to enhance
this chap offers poetic expression
common in differ france
so take a glance
to help this intuitive **** sapiens
sharp pen mental acuity like lance
which byte size bit torrent humor
might cause ye to soil pants
after misinterpreting mishmash
as raven shrieking twittering rants
even part time income would buoy positive stance
subtle intent to place me as worth hiring,
with mop pa trick sway zee
au currant electronic charge hypnotic trance
in consideration to ad-vance.
I betcha never read a pseudo cover letter reply
like this iambic pentameter electronic wire
from a boyish looking blood muggle father up in years
(whose nonpareil courage
to face Voldemort never does tire)
deux darling northern belles,
would consider him a worthy hire
less to rake in gobs of money,
but to satiate unquenchable hunger and thirst
for further bits of computer
know how to acquire
in tandem aim to present the write stuff.
This faux pas whey to ripple eye conveys an itty bitty
raw bit size actual work experience
(from this chap, who lives (Kenye bull heave
~ 40 miles north
west of the Philadelphia city) via dashing car
nonetheless, i hanker (NOT to be confused with HACKER
though offset by merely one different third letter)
prompts the following ditty
per computer trouble (making)
and shooting abilities
some may ascribe as nitty gritty
on par with the secret life of Walter Mitty
whom destiny protected and took pity
meant to be silly, yet also attempt to be witty.
No matter how many miles by car
(your company might be
within dead man walking distance)
this opportunity would not be considered to far
hoops responding in rhyme
being considered nada mar
gin hilly atypical to use ecumenical interest
and technologically spar
using graphical user interface programs
to get unstuck from virtual feathery tar.
Iambic pentameter might not constitute
traditional genre for a debtor
no reason why my non-establishmentarianism
cannot serve as me own mode to communicate pursuit
as computer repair technician go getter,
which honest to goodness confession
hopefully affects responsiveness a bit better.
This pure breed mud half blood muggle prince
bona fide seeker for challenging income
does reckon poetic way
not necessarily follows formalities
to reply most would readily say
why adhere to conformity,
whereby paradigm frowns on creative hoo ray
which atypical modus operandi
viz positive reply and job i pray
even if interest turns out to be nay
mien hometown nada abbott may
cost 'hello far west where Philadelphia lay.
The resume (quite slim as jail grub gruel –
an extended hiatus taken
for medical reasons) shows dearth,
yet versed inducing byte size mirth
of requisite technical expertise,
i do possess attributes well worth.
If you might allow me to boast
and blithely use rhyme without reason to coast
given cents and sense ability opportunity to eradicate
Re: exorcise any binary elusive ghost
and offer bytes of helpful information from pc host
with brio and confidence, i respond to your post.
Without further ado, i will slightly brag
to tell of ability to conduct understand dos
manage common system utilities (non passe)
such as scan disk and defrag
installed, resolved dsl issues, performed
scan-disk and troubleshooting glitches
such as removal of dos files, installation
and/or removal of hardware
likewise uninstalling software,
running registry sweeps
in an attempt to remove bugs and errors
mice, or roaches, that cause machine
to cough and gag
invariably impede processes
as downloading, sending, uploading, et cetera to lag
and if chance smiles on further consideration
like a happy pup his tail will wag.
Oh...and by the way i would accept a starting
negotiable/competitive salary as starting wage
to support this self proclaimed sage
whose role can double up
as court jester, joker, or page
hopeful this poetic synopsis
offers favorable gauge
in tandem enriching fount of know
ledge valuable at any advancing age.
Y'all might think this reply balderdash and rot
which may matter Bo diddly squat
no matter i herald from royalty
with salient strengths being prestigious Scott
butta masta Harris
Does not smoke ***** nor drink from a chamber ***
a student of the establishment he is not
yet ad foxy, hocks moxie by proxy, this poet doth got
might elicit salient characteristics similar to humanoid bot
and, oh by the way, I lived
in montgomery county, penna for some years quite a lot.
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
[My beloved Mum died 2 years ago today.]
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCCCLXXVI)
This wan light draws up shadows for pretense,
Their fragile shapes like ghosts in sheer betrayl
Upon dry lanes bleached ere for safety, pale
Blue skies with half an eye, winds piercing thence
Nor but too bitter as they scour from hence
The frore and stubbled fields none wander; frail
And icy clouds with grey battalions hail
Is't who'd observe in passing?, like's good sense.
I cherish naked trees' black forms in tour,
Now clustered by the graveyard, tombstones to
Effect 'non dotting hallowed ground is't? poor
As our fond notions, dim hours' greyer cue
Sae perfect as Death owns that space as twere,
While leering at souls through these minutes too.
12Jan18a
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
\|/
--- - ---
/|\
when every thoughts finale
is a self sacrificial votive
of the day when you wished
evaporation was a human function-
y o u go to the river where you first burst from open air and thank your God that you are live to breath the taste of destruction and wrap your joints around the feeling of l o v e
-
thank that 'lucky' dead star that detonated so you could slit your ****** wrists and call life a hit and miss state of
hate *******
existence
\| /
you no longer make up the 99.9 percent of dead in this universe.
/ | \
thank yourself for being human
or whatever.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
kiranya semua cintaku yang tak terbantahkan ini tak luber, keluar dari hatiku ke lidahku yang busuk ini
kiranya telingamu tak mendengar dan hatimu tak merasakan cinta ini
kiranya aku bisa menyimpan ini sendirian, dalam tangisan nelangsa sebelum tidur yang mengoyak kepalaku
kiranya lautan menelanku jika ada saat dimana kau mengerti semua yang kupendam dalam ini
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
when i was young,
i only lived
between the pages of a book
between the words of a sentence
between Privet Drive and Baker Street
between bookstores and libraries
where I did not have to speak
to make friends;
where I made friends
who would not leave,
where I could leave
and return to see
that nothing had changed;
nothing, except me,
but only a little.
now that i’m older
i’ve been twice
to the other side and back;
i think i’d also like to live
between time zones and skylines
between silken sheets on starry nights
between your fingers and your eyes,
where conversations are passports
to other worlds in
in other hearts beating
in other bodies;
if only for just a little.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC