"accede" poems
With every affirmation
My tongue trips over the unspoken
Unrequited acceptance of current circumstance
My submission is insulting
Unbelieving, you see my lowered eyes as an attack
Belly up
I am confused
Unsure of what movements are appropriate
Frozen, doe-eyed and exhausted from the constant dance
Do I bow
Do I speak
Merely acknowledging my emotions
Sends shockwaves through the tentative peace
I was not built for this
A goddess prostrated
Stripped of her very core
Caged and chained
But it is almost as if my very attempt to accede
Is a declaration of war
What kind of existence is this
Trapped between personage and possession
My only purpose is to please.
Allow me.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
Goodbye! Goodbye!
and so I bid,
Silent Farewells; as tears I hid,
behind myself; accede to die.
As you lie unconscious,
In all your might you sleep.
I sit beside you two, ruminating deep:
"My life without you; how monotonous."
Then gather the bits that remained intact,
to press my lips against your cheeks.
Without you knowing all of these,
I will forever bury this poignant fact.
Now I leave to do the things,
I need to do as I turn my back...
on you my dear brothers,
one thing I promise.
i will be back.
s o o n e n o u g h.
I W i l l B e B a c k .
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(eldoret, Kenya; [email protected])
in my state of being a deadly *** rapscallion
i knew not why there are ******* on a woman
i had often rushed down to the south
seeking for selfish sensation in wanton of her
a woman whose freedom i devoured
she persevered solemnly without my know
let me accede to my audience with all honesty
the ******* of a woman is a treasure of nature
a beacon of creation for peaceful humanity
touch them fondly with a pinch of compassion
be patient with them for they were your first food
****** them patiently they are amber of fire
sing to them a poem in sweet love of them
they will stand ***** pointing at the sun
breaking eyes of your beautiful love
as her heart unto you soft is gone
you must treasure the ******* of a woman
with your warm volley of kisses
more than you scamper for her fine thighs
for the power in the thighs comes from
the warmth in the glorified *******
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
i perch
like a mindful, tiny bird's spirit,
on the very cusp of the milkyway.
a mere wisp,
of an evocative thought,
a dreams first seed,
a speck of fairydust,
in the iris,
of tentative belief.
i have,
yet
to travel the spirals
of the windmill mind,
yet
to be fortified by conjecture,
ratified by trial of fire.
my inchoation began,
at the galaxies birth,
yes
i am a by-product of
the big bang.
and
yes i too,
have seen
how and why,
god made the heavens,
such an alluring shimmer
of blue,
and why
all things,
great and small.
need the spark,
the desire to accede,
to the wont,
to ascend to
something
higher and more profound.
i am,
external,
internal,
eternal,
grace,
i am
in the tears of
sad sorrow,
i am
in the magic of
unadultered joy
in
the laugh of a child,
the flight of a bee,
the glimpse of tommorrow
the purr of a cat,
the bark of a dog,
the roar of a lion,
the ribbet of a frog,
in an old womans glance,
the first kiss of new lovers,
in a babes first smile,
in the fragrance of flowers
left in memorium,
in each and every
spark
of flighted fireworks.
i am
to be found
for i am
hope
and
i abide eternally,
in all.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret,Kenya;[email protected])
Sembene Ouasmane the son of a fisherman
the son of wolof tribesmen the owners of Atlantic
you are a bad liar, my kinsman and foreman
why didn't you wait for me to grow up
you only belied to me for your to die earlier
i begged for your pipe for i also to **** it with passion
you told me to hold on until i grow up
only for you to accede to July death in 2007
i am tortured in this life without without you
agonized by daily chores without a glance at the fume of smokes
being blown from the magnificent ceramic pipe on your mouth,
i wanted you teach me what Maxim Gorky and Emile Zola taught you
i wanted to learn from you what you learned at the Moscow cinema school
was it cinematographic Marxism or filmographic socialism that you learned?
i wanted to get you alive so that we can sing together the songs of Cedo and Xala,
why were your gods collecting the pieces of wood; was it humility and humanism?
I wanted to see the powerful words of human side of governance
coming from you sober gentle mouth onto African plateau
that is replete with commonaplace selfish power struggles,
i will build a monument in respect of your service to African literature
and your service to protection of humanity;both Arabic and African
your service to humanity as you forgave a French woman who stole your book
only to publish it under her name in a dint of ****** wham pam pams.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
An Aussie Couple in their middle years
had despaired of children of their own.
To fill that empty room at home
They would need a womb on loan.
A Young Thai woman without a mate
agreed to be their surrogate.
To spare them from a childless fate
Ten Thousand was the going rate.
Fraternal twins, a boy and girl,
were implanted in the Surrogate.
The little girl, a perfect child.
Her brother faced a darker fate.
A child with Down’s is often slain
before they see the light of day.
Identified pre natally,
They are aborted right away.
The surrogate, in awe of God,
would not accede to such a fate.
The “Parents” refused the “damaged goods”
and were “understandably” irate.
His “parents” wouldn’t take him home
Due to his mismatched chromosomes.
His surrogate who gave him birth
became his only friend on Earth.
One child accepted, one denied;
They say “He is no child of mine!”
The surrogate will raise him as her own;
Though he be less than kin she’s more than kind.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
i perch like a mindful,
tiny bird's spirit,
on the very cusp of the milky
way.
a mere wisp of a thought,
a dreams first seed,
a speck of fairydust,
in the iris of tentative belief.
i have yet to travel the spirals
of the windmill mind,
yet to be fortified by conjecture,
ratified by trial of fire.
my inchoation began,
at the galaxies birth,
yes i am a by-product
of the big bang.
and yes i too,
have seen how and why,
god made the heavens,
such an alluring shimmer of blue,
and why all things, great and small.
need the spark,
the desire to accede,
to the wont,
to ascend to something...
higher and more profound.
i am external, internal grace,
i am in the tears of sad sorrow,
i am in the magic, of unadultered joy
in the laugh of a child,
the flight of a bee,
the glimpse of tommorrow
the purr of a cat,
the bark of a dog,
the roar of a lion,
the ribbet of a frog,
in an old womans glance,
the first kiss of new lovers,
in a babes first smile,
in each and every spark of
a flighted firework.
i am to be found
for i am hope
and i abide in all.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
I won the bloomin' lottery,
Cor blimey so I did!
No more scrubbin' socks for me,
I've won ten million quid!
I'm goin' on a ******
Nuffin's gonna bring me down;
I'll be the biggest spender,
Gonna buy the whole **** town!
My new found wealth is awesome,
Have you seen my mansion pool?
I play tennis in a foursome,
And my coach is really cool;
On Wednesday's its Pilates,
And on Sunday's it's Judo!
Now I'm jetting to the Maldives,
Toodle-pip -- I have to go!
One finds oneself most indisposed,
To do this interview;
One's butler will be swift deposed,
For letting you get through;
One will accede to your request,
Tho' Sir, this is your lot;
Despite the wealth with which one's blessed,
One has not changed a jot!
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
He is not unlike Nosferatu, alone in
company, but company nonetheless
better to be alone in numbers than none at all
He will use honey and sugar, the sunlight will assume kingdom on
his face and accede a high place in your heart, you will
love him
and so, above all else he will be
normal
but he is a ghoul, a rust upon your better
half and all your fruits will lay,
white
Il te détruira.
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
Once he ran the river, feet kissing the surf
as it rushed against the bank. His feet
moved in a blur, never landing on the earth;
They touched the waters, then flew free.
Now he runs a walker, heels dragging the dirt,
every step coming with more effort than he ever used to need.
He longs for the days before his soles hurt,
before Time broke his pride and capped both his knees.
When he was young, there was no force he couldn't exert,
now his feet touch the ground more than his pride can accede.
Fondly, he remembers the days before his soul hurt.
These days, kids call him "Old Man Allen";
But back then...
his name was...
Speed.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
When Jesus ate asparagus
Did his *** smell like mine;
When he ate a plate of cabbage,
As was often in his habit,
You didn't sense Divinity
In sublime proximity.
When he talked of sowing seeds,
Did the Magdalene accede ?
I know this sounds quite absurd
Talking about the living Word,
But when he ate a plate of beets
His ***** incarnadined.
(Perhaps that's how he made the wine).
And when he had a private dump
He wiped with The Roman Times.
Did Jesus use a hankie
When he blew his nose,
Or did he place two fingers there,
They say God only knows.
Or if he thought he wasn't seen,
He might well use his gaberdine.
When he bathed in Jordan,
Did he clip his toes?
I haven't read this anywhere,
The Bible won't disclose.
Yes, he really was a man,
Doing the same, as I Am.
If he were here,
We could be friends,
We'd hear a joke,
Crack a cask,
Share a smoke.
I don't believe
We'd say Amen.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 7:18 AM UTC
Each day, I’m deep in contemplation
What is this life, to be made of
I don’t know any answers
So, seek guidance from above
Reflect on this creation
And marvel at its trove
The universe and its formation
And how, it interwove
So I make, this simple dedication
Send it winging, on a dove
Accede not to temptation
Hope my soul is my salvation
And put my faith, in His pure love
BOEMS BY JA 554
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC
been awhile
but no matter,
boots look best
when resting
on legs extended
on a summer's afternoon
looking down on
water boats, dogs by the side,
your sleepy hollow in
my appreciative heart
for I know there is soul
in brevity,
and that ain't exactly
my finest quality
but you sir,
archival historian
of moments of man's choices,
and with noisy metal detector,
reflect on the belts and buckles uncovered
from long ago wars by which you
capture my devoted attention
they say the north won the war,
by amassing more and more
and wearing down their brothers
but I know different
r
you listening,
to you I accede,
to your fewer words,
join in happy secession,
and see us all through
with your briefs on the
human condition
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC
Oceans of if's running rough yet smoothly,
In a mind filled with diffidence and hesitance;
Far-flung revelries of reveries in thoughts acquiescently,
Yet a heart searching possibilities with such adamance.
Piercing emotions fleeting through a murky surface,
Lulling the deadened soul with such alluring beguile;
Limerence spurned, suddenly pervading transient abyss,
Denial in persistent negation of emotion's cavil.
Depths of stolen glances seeking truth beyond words,
Waiting for signs of undefined warm requitals.
Beyond observations, I've only seen fjords;
Chilly shoulders and disregarded affectionals.
Force your eyes and heart, my presence descry;
And let's have a dance until twilight and time recedes,
For might've we not a chance again, not even in a scry.
Lest make a foolish heart's wish finally give up and accede.
Despite all eyes looking at us,
Did you ever feel something special?
Mistake my intentions not, I don't desire a fuss.
But I only yearn to figure, if in your heart you've got a lovely fractal.
To depths and beyond, I covet to seek.
The precious brilliance of your cloaked human shades,
Filled with beauty offering silence and meek;
A plausible sanctuary for a soul as it ages and fades.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Drowning in verbosity
Lost in time
For I cannot express
In prose or rhyme
The beauty that enlivens
Kindred by chance
A victim by choice
or circumstance?
A victimless crime?
A passionate flare
Unexpected rawness
Enter, enter if you dare
Challenges accepted
Without hesitation
Jump into darkness
Accede consummation
Oh my pretty, pretty one
Whatever have we done
With hell deep in your eyes
The claiming has begun
Every calculation
And each strategic move
An action for an action
Every step it does behoove
How easily the game is played
When lines are drawn in black
Maneuvering each bitty piece
Not giving any slack
Training like a solider
Satisfying every need
Holding on to nothing
The past promised to impede
Eating demons in the flesh
A Knight in rusted armor
Feeding darkness innocence
Inherently a charmer
There you are so handsome
Seemingly sweet and kind
Hidden far behind those eyes
Lives a ***** evil mind
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
Swift, teach us that a modest child will leisurely be milled
Eschewed from aid, withdrawn from conscious need
A child’s mind an empty bucket, waiting to be filled
And to earth’s throne, invalids will accede.
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 3:57 AM UTC
The ink spills dark as lights are flitting on,
the thoughts and dreams and very souls of ours.
Though bright the future, waiting, poised anon,
it notices but flippantly our scars.
A man might make his words into a deed,
might voice his hopes too loudly and be heard,
or else might sleep his days and so accede
the universe refuses to be stirred.
We came onto this planet lame and cold,
with Time already plotting our demise.
But rue the world which fetters us in gold;
We see the black and gaze into its eyes.
The moon sits innocently, just and fair.
The Devil's footsteps kiss the evening air.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC
Even if from a distance confined
Realisation of the greatest respect
By life’s volatility remaining aside
Still craving to protect
Understand for a fact
That even if a worst fortune
Prevented me to act
And accede to no more importune
Despite lying on the ground
No longer dwelling in the trails
Words unable be found
Prevented to share tales
Veiled in the dark of night
My gaze no longer hunts yours
Eyes not reacting to light
My affection still endures
Wind forever forsaking my lungs
Heart that have no more hours
The words shorten in our tongues
When I alone await in the tomb
For the cycle to be complete
Returning to the womb
Making this life obsolete
Still aspiring to be your knight
When life no longer allow
Quiet and resolute I will fight
To fulfil my silent vow
Hear my lonely plight
Angel in all your shine
Help me with my regard
Complete my vision
Always in her guard
Replace me in my mission
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 7:26 AM UTC
Started as a DEBate, oh wait
Wasn't going so well, I could tell
Needed a mirACLE. This debacle.
There was the brandishing of threats, overheated bets,
Words and gestures exchanged, faces promised to be,"rearranged"
Physical constraint, did taint the purity and value, we became estranged
Crime and punishment, was the lament
"capital", thought one side, with pride
MERCY was preferred, as a key word.
By the others, "Sisters and brothers of
Law 11", the assignment was to DEBATE the lives and fate
of the criminal few who did the deed, do we accede?
It almost got out of control, peace took a hit on the atoll.
The teacher knew as animosity grew, there might about to
be a major crime which would mean to call out the law,
He called it "A draw" and "we'll let Parliament decide!"
In the end no one got hurt, save their pride, the teacher
himself said "it was a miracle, that the debate, did not
descend into a debacle". But to this day, there are some,
not in our class or the court of public opinion, but where
it really matters, think that this scatters to the four winds
justice.
DWE 2013-04-03
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
Don’t knock on my heart today, the shadows have won and I can’t find my way
to unlock the bolt and let you in to see, those vulnerabilities inside of me.
Don’t dial my love this year, its meandering, lost; forever, I fear
Wandering loose as it mocks my hurt soul, laughing in jest as it goes for a stroll.
Don’t reach for my hand anymore, it remembers the pain of the skin that you tore
Carefully scheming the timing just right; pretending to love as you sliced with the knife
Don’t look in the depth of my eyes, I’m far too aggrieved to show what I hide
You smile disavowing that things are all wrong; content to ignore and continue on.
Don’t lie in my ears I plead, it’s been too many times and my trust won’t accede.
A prevaricator’s psyche is one to abhor; my worlds upside-down, and the ceilings the floor.
Don’t knock on my heart today, the distance of “us” is too far way,
Priorities matter, you laid yours in line. “Congratulations” I cry,
you achieve what you work for in time.
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 3:26 PM UTC
If I pronounce to him a fool who'd part
with you, the whitest swan a bevy flies
then I shall too as now be cast apart
for lesser man is he that never tries.
Tho' take no ballad' sign of my requite
assure that there's a yearn within desire
for toiled have I in lusts refrain despite
for your above as I have dwelled the mire.
Tho' should your love upon me bathe and shine
would I in grasp accede that ruby stone
then place that gem to near the pith of mine
and dance around that rose uncovered throne.
So then accept this writ as love's own line
and should it pierce a heart, then love be mine!
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
Do not give me reason to haunt your mind
For I will dig and dredge up what I can find
Turning it back on your placid core
Non sequitur alliterations a lit alit alittle more
FOR I AM NOTORIOUS
So, do not doubt my ability to route
You... from your sanctimonious intransigency
To push and pull you into a corner where
You never thought you would be
FOR I AM
INSUFFERABLY NOTORIOUS
Should I find you neglect to collect
the pieces you discard
I will indeed ...
...far exceed the need...you plead
so hard to accede
FOR I AM
AMBIVALENTLY NOTORIOUS
AND INSUFFERABLE
Any abuse necessary to waylay
any excuse
You choose to use
In order to...
...cling
To your inner sanctum
Will i infuse..as I
Resort
to retort
By waxing
Perspicaciously panegyric
Upon your very being
In order to inspire..desire
With any and all necessary
Encomiastic encomium
So as to create higher aspirations
For I am notoriously cruel and inspiring
As I push one to the brink
Because....one way or another..
One way or another
I will....
.. Whatever it takes
I will... Make you think!
FOR I AM.... NOTORIOUS!
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
listen now and heed me
Legion is thy name
Your hipocracy an affront to me
I will burn you all in flame
Go weep to your creator
Accede to what you get
Bereavement will come later
Endgame is now set
Cause animals with reason
Is all you've ever been
Your souls awash in treason
Your lives nothing but sin
Now here my split and bleeding voice
And know your *** is mine
Remember you once had a choice
Now you tow this line
Yes,you will name me legion
As I lay waste your soul
Despair is now the season
All will pay the toll. Hy
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
A demagogue is loose upon the land.
Draw fast the curtains and switch off the light,
Mothers keep your children close at hand.
What is that odd footprint in the sand?
What sloughed skin glistens in the night?
A demagogue is loose upon the land.
Mark well that stranger tall and tanned
Whose smile conceals white teeth that bite.
Mothers keep your children close at hand.
O do not accede to his demand,
Prepare instead for instant flight.
A demagogue is loose upon the land.
Things may not go as we have planned,
The world feigns deafness to our plight.
Mothers keep your children close at hand.
We've felt the breath, observed the occult brand,
Now all the facts assemble in plain sight:
A demagogue is loose upon our land.
Mothers keep your children close at hand.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC