"acceptingly" poems
It had been 2 weeks
She assumed the kids were asleep
Because he entered
He must of thought seductively
(making sure to shower first)
with an air of cool calmness
a scent of beer with a new thirst
for another type of refreshment
not fulfillment
but refilling
not romance
mere maintenance
she sighed & looked up
through her glasses at his swollen frame
like a balloons tied to a clothes horse,
left there for a day
so they sagged and lost their colour
& the frame had become visible
but only at its peaks
through the sheer power of gravity
his bones became seen
through his collar of his van huesen shirt
he thought so debonair (had a classy air, sleekish air)
she smiled acceptingly
as he pretended to be sincere
when he told her that he loved her
even after all these years
she was still a **** momma
she tried not to laugh
when he kissed her on the neck
& rubbed
her breast like he wanted milk
she spread her legs
when he pushed them
& waited for the steering
of a trailer into a garage
in reverse
at midnight
under influence
with the subtlety of a steer
it reminded her of years ago
when she had laughed at the austere
teachers that had enraged her
with their frigid sneer
& she smiled to herself an thought
of her *** like a rare fruit
only to age and watch it be eaten
by a once charming now savage brute
who turned into a blob of sorts
& she aswell had sagged
at least they sagged happily together
there's some comfort to be had in that
so she waited for the ******
with an image impressed in her
of a smirking withered teacher
arms folded & a smug grin
with a look that proclaims
‘here u are
it seems we’re on a par
an existence so far
from what u saw in dreams u had
of supple limbs & knowing grins
to dry skins and droopy things'
a flower wilted & smelling a bit funny
the faded colour of pale brown
in the end she felt lie a jug of sorts
he rolled over & went to sleep
she eventually did also
thinking about wat to cook next week
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 3:24 AM UTC
My name
Is something of a
Revelation.
And maybe I'll
Never understand, but
Dance naively,
Acceptingly.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
Can we talk with words of open honesty
Hold ourselves in compassion and loyalty
Gaze into each others souls and feel equality
Love the spirit of us and the humanity
Undress our hearts and respect our humility
Balance strengths and vulnerability
Honor the feminine and the masculinity
Being a friend in times of worst enemy
Reaching a hand if we slip into stormy sea
Facing the trials and adversity
Dancing with the tune of passions lease
Riding through the hurricane as it whips around you or me
Sitting with the pain and making a cup of tea
Kissing the eye that sees comforting with security
Understanding this is how we live not blindly
Each day we have it's light and dark to greet
Working together humming life's harmony
Bathing our wounds and making room acceptingly
Sharing wisdom and experiences collectively
Allowing for space to grow or grieve
Not condemning in our hour of need
A willingness to just be
As is the love of you and me
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 6:03 AM UTC
I don't desire a fairytale story,
I desire pure love.
A love that makes you want to dance all night.
A love that makes you want to explore and venture.
I desire a love that comes so effortlessly,
and leaves
only to arrive back with more.
I desire a love that is so authentic.
I could wait patiently however long it may take,
for it to reach my doorstep.
And acceptingly, I would invite it in.
i.v.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
She will look out the window as the deluge descends.
Water will flood the glass pane.
It will acceptingly defy Earth’s gravitational pull
as it will warp her vision.
Once she moves her head and body across the pain
she will see the twists in the tunnels of moist beam.
She will look out at the window,
believing Mother’s fallacy,
understanding the reality,
when solely viewing a distortion across the glass.
Drenched pains cause distortion.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
The evening moon is almost full
My feet sink in porous shores
Little toes peeking through sea foam
Cotton candy coloured beach house
Behind my back
Voices call me for a snack
Tangerine sky warm with dryness of day
And dreariness of night
Stars punched through holes
Wires connected to nebulae
Housing purple dust
My gaze drifts innocently
To the heart of stardust looking into my soul
Voices of those I love make me shed a tear
And pray for my lost moon
Petrichor and monsoon
Soft greens between hard rocks
His smiling countenance melting shield of self-doubt
While my vulnerable seed lets go of
It’s protective shell
My wings grow in these turbulent times
I set sail to unknown winds
For my moon is almost full
I have my heart
I have my wings now
To gaze at destiny’s mirror
Along with him
Maybe discreetly, maybe pompously
Walking upto a window and open up
Fearfully, fearlessly, angrily, lovingly
Acceptingly
My strings join to the cosmos
Thumping of heart heard in supernovae
Tears in conches turned to pearls
Sweat on my brow turned to morning dew
Gushing Blood in veins turned to glowing magma
I hear the moon say
You are your own light
Burdened, free
Adulterated, unadulterated
Tell this to your mirror and let it sing praises
of your mighty soul
When my eyes look into a mirror
The mirror gazes itself through them
When the moon is almost full
And even when you hide it somewhere
I find wishing myself a happy birthday
Everyday
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 7:06 AM UTC
I didn't want to speak to a camp of non-flatterers, but he was brainwashed in the ditch pit of this Age to someone who was open-
With a spirit, he still understands acceptingly! In his earthly living rooms, I could well have found a heart-warming true home; as a vagrant, unfaithful stuffing Tolerating the Occupation of Executioner-Time Times - because I am forced to - still endure! Celebrity-chasing celebrity chopsticks flattered to each other from late dawn to sober nights! With uncovered ******* yet in armor-armed Solitude, I will stand among you! And I am forced to endure the blunders of my prodigal misfortune with charlatan smiles!
Today, rat souls are either glorified by others in a proclaiming loudness, or are galloping! As insidious servants of nothing, they began to viscerate the base of our easy-to-build career! "And I have warned and confessed to all, if they have heard: Beware, for the Spirit has fallen into the deep and will fall down with the falling pay!" Many have already deliberately distanced themselves from me! With vigilant patience I warned others of the Nobles with destruction!
A judgment that foams on the potted lips of flatterers is reprimanded: What has this insidious, paid Age made of skeptics, not of those who trust in themselves?! Even from the constantly licking handshakes of licking my feet but I was disgusted; remembering can keep many-sanda Promise! "Consolingly beautiful books should not be left to fend for themselves!" I would have to believe that the Galad Man might come to his senses and get better
Jan 3, 2022
Jan 3, 2022 at 1:38 AM UTC