"administering" poems
Sorry losers and haters but my IQ is one of the highest
Somehow I dont quite believe that but I am pretty biased
See I think you're a ***** Donald Trump I really do
Because what intelligent person would think the following is true
Muslims should be denied entry into the great United States
Surley by doing this you will go down in history as one of the greats?
Or by telling transgenders they can't serve in the forces
And doctors should be punished by administering abortions
How's that great big wall of yours currently going?
Have the Mexicans offered to pay for it or are you still not knowing?
Now I have to say I think your face is one big publicity stunt
So I'm just going to go ahead and be brutally blunt
Donald Trump I think your a
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
the world is adorned with a million windows
the bleakest night has a thousand eyes
daylight shines into the globes darkest corners
truth will ultimately expose all lies
NASA’s satellites circle
Tropic of Cancer latitudes
cameras pinpoint the disease
metastasizing in the body of Homs
from stratospheric limits
sensitive lenses read the names
magic markers have scrawled
onto white sheets covering the dead
YouTube gets Oscar consideration
for grisly cinematography
a real-time visceral docudrama
of panting fascists gleefully tramping
through the desecrated streets
coolly administering a coup de gras
to a city on its knees, pleading release
from an **** of incessant bloodletting
twitter records desperate tweets
the batting wings of endangered flocks
furiously thumbing into the blogosphere
calls for UN intervention that falls on blind eyes
BBC reportage,
the global gold standard
for journalistic excellence
scoops the stories
of London based FSA partisans
awaiting repatriation to scatter
Bashar’s Kodachrome killers
Has the All Seeing Eye
who has graced us with sight
laughingly curse us with vision?
Does the
One Caring Eye of the Universe
bless us with perception
to haunt us with images?
Has
The One Thats Sees Everything
blinked closed the eye of compassion?
Has the horror of Homs
become too much even for
The Universal Eye of Love?
the opened eyes
of a dead child
reflects our
cold winter
of indifference
demoralizing
dehumanizing
a watching world
Music Selection
Grateful Dead Eyes of the World
Oakland
3/2/12
jbm
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 12:04 PM UTC
I stood waiting for her I was told she would come
I stood waiting cold and numb
Numbed by the pain, tablets and lotions
Numbed by the hope of a notion
A notion that said I might find a cure
A cure that would let me lead a life I could finally endure
For my life has been one of repeated pain
Pain from the physical, emotional, where there is no gain
A life that is lived in between, of darkness and then sparkle
A life that is to my own heart no more than a debacle
I was told If I met her she could help me create
My own alchemy, a precious recipe that would make
A remedy that would soothe my soul allow it to rest
Allow my physical body to stop undergoing this continual test
I heard movement come through the blackness
Towards me to meet, a beautiful figure, dazzling and complete
Her beauty was breathtaking her adornment a delight
She illuminated my world at once and reignited my own light
She has a familiarity that my body recognizes, a bejeweled
Being who lights up my world with her smile and surprises
Even me as I watch and stare as she moves through the darkness
With such knowledge and without care
I follow her light down passageways and past keeps
And notice parts of my body awakening like from a sleep
A body that wants to talk to me and say
That authenticity is the alchemy from which you have strayed
Your body has such wisdom its waiting to be read.
This is the alchemy you search for, its that voice in your head
It is an illuminated manuscript gilded with the finest gold, gold of your own making
your life experience is the beauty you need to hold.
The magic is in your intuition, that you hold deep within yourself
You follow this beautiful lady and yet she is a mirror of your own self
She came because you finally called her and she sits in front of you now
Administering her balms that lingers on your skin, it caresses the pain you feel
and smoothes you from within.
But this is a balm of your own making , made out of all your own pain
It sparkles with the light you have been seeking it is your own beauty,
Hopelessness and pain.
So look no longer for the alchemists hand, behold what you see in the
mirror and be glad that you stand, for you are a beauty to behold, a life
to be treasured, a life that is lived in, a life that can be measured.
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 9:26 AM UTC
You scar, for fun
Administering poison
Stomping your feet like a child,
Mind games to leave them lying on the kitchen floor,
Pieces of mind and heart shattered
On the walls, a red spray of pain
You're sick and suffering is your exultation, triumph
You revel in it
You smile that toothy, evil grin
Eyes flashing self satisfaction
What you don't know is,
When eyes are opened,
And you are seen through and through
You will be left in the dust
Where your sickness belongs
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
a friend of mine popped in the other day
to have a chat
we got to talking about the town's past history
and more especially about one of the Church of England vicars
she had a litany of information
relating to his many female conquests
he'd been playing around
quite a lot during his period
as the local rector
one day he was caught inside the church
with his pants down
he was administering
to one of his female parishioners
behind the altar
the fellow who used to do the light maintenance
was most astound at seeing such close contact between
the vicar and a member of his flock
a few days after this occurred
the Bishop of the diocese informed the vicar
that he was going to be sacked
for his indecent conduct within the walls
of a place of God
the female parishioner
was given her marching orders
by her infuriated husband
my friend and I like talking about our town's past history
as there are some events
which are truly worth recalling
to memory
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
Calm I'm not on any day
Formed by forces beyond my control
You fear me without knowing me
I'm really just transparency
Plunge your hand into my belly
Feel how easy I give way
My life is one big rise and fall
The wrinkles and foam I produce
Mighty is my capacity to drench
Administering liquid in great degrees
Sand and rock are my enemy
They dare to stand in my way
In the end, it's my nature I adore
The constant eb and flow
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
not feeling crash hot
body contorted
trembles on and off
mind fuzzy in stages
called my local drug dealer
we're meeting
in twenty five minutes
soon enough to get a fix
not soon enough for me
I arrive at the old brickyards
my dealer turns up
seeing his face
makes me feel good
he proceeds to tell me
this fix is top grade stuff
money negotiations
already done over the phone
now in receipt of a cap and a half
my dealer gets lost
he checks for cops
soon enough to get a fix
not soon enough for me
I've scored my fix
in a shabby storehouse
at the old brickyards
laid out in preparation
are my tools for administering the drug
needle spoon lighter water
my belt the tourniquet
the fix is cooked
done in short time
no time to waste
soon enough to get a fix
not soon enough for me
I look along my punctured arm
to find a suitable place
luck!
I've found an unused vein
no problems
the needle goes in
I unload the contents of the syringe
in just a few minutes
the effect of the drug can be felt
soon enough to get a fix
not soon enough for me
my mind goes into introspection
other forms of thought
consumed and cocooned
different consciousness
plains reached
levels beyond
I almost feel close to God
or am I God myself
the images merge in my distorted mind
euphoric sublime
this lot of smack
has sure smacked me
journey well affords the expense
soon enough to get a fix
not soon enough for me
after several hours
reality hits and returns
not feeling so sedate
can I cope with what gets thrown at me
need to be in control of things
not drug in control of me
smack has got me
under her weighty thumb
soon enough to get a fix
not soon enough for me
already planning next break in
no better a gas station robbery
job like that means more cash
it'll buy heaps more smack
my habit is a demanding *****
nagging on me all the time
I've got to feed it
it
it
it
habit
got me ****
hoping the cops
don't get a trace or whiff of me
soon enough to get a fix
not soon enough for me
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
CCP Turtles Grassing Line
China’s virtual hotline
Report online remarks
Slander Communist Party history
Crack down “bygone nihilists”
Party’s 100th centenary July
Grass line allows society report
Netizens “twist” Party’s history
Attack governance policies
Denigrate national heroes
Deny superiority radical socialist nation
Clandestine motivations old nihilistic parodies
Malevolently garbling
Denigrating contradicting Party history
Internet operatives administering people
Devotedly report dangerous info
“Historical nothingness” public doubt distrust
Chinese Communist Party’s earlier dealings
China’s net forcefully censored
Overseas social media networks
Search engines news outlets forbidden
Penances persons conveyed
Netizens prison lawful punishments
Placement content acute
Nation’s leadership procedures antiquity
Legal amendments folks
“Slur smear invade on” memorial
China’s national heroes’ martyrs
Face three years gaol
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC
What if you were never born, and no where around? Would you still act the way you do, knocking people to the ground?
What if you were never born, would you constantly steal? Would you even consider that life is really real?
What if you were never born, would you keep beating up everyone? Or would you learn to treat people kind, and remove that burden weighing a tone?
What if you were never born, would you keep blurting out foul words? Or, would you speak words of encouragement, so loud that they can be heard?
What if you were never born, would you stay in your gang? Or, would you go around administering peace, to keep people's minds sane?
What if you were never born, would you still talk back, to the people you love? Or, would you find it in your heart to apologize, after praying to God above?
What if God decided, not to send you down, to his wonderful Earth? All because he saw in the future, you would produce a lot of dirt?
But he chose rather, to give you a precious chance. He knew you would be the one, to teach everyone how to live, and successfully advance.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
This family I have all began with a girl named Bella, she was more than adorable. Loyal and loving she was one of a kind. She never ran off until one day she never came home, my heart broke as I searched near and far, not only taken from me but 5 babies left behind. I was trying to find these babies a loving home but attached from day one I kept them for my own. Oh my the destruction they caused, 3 girls and 2 boys, Heaven, Sadie, Sky, Junior and Buster along with my shitzu, Zoey. Never a dull moment as each one special in there own way. Little did I know the place where we lived the ground they played upon made every one of them poisoned by parvo and deathly sick. My Fience and I worked round the clock administering medication and fluids to 6 very sick puppies. Our battle seemed to never end as death filled our home and we lost one. Exhausted and drained as i laid beside our remaining babies, death sunken eyes peered up at me from each and every one as if asking me "momma please save us for what have we done" I burst into tears as I gathered them all near, laying my hands upon there tired bodies I closed my eyes and began to Pray, God please heal my babies make them better through my hands, I know you can work miracles so I'm begging of you to spare the life of my babies I pray unto you . As silence filled my home covered with doom, my body grew numb , I knew God was here. I began praying harder never lifting my hands as the heat from my hands became even hotter I couldn't remove them from their bodies. Chills ran through me like I've never felt before, releasing my hands as I looked in their eyes , the death that once consumed them appeared to go away. Within a matter of hours one by one they began to get well. I dropped to my knees and gave God his Grace for saving my babies that day. Every word I've said in this poem is 100% true, A wonderful testimony of how love , faith and God healed my furbabies that day.
©kimmied1105
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
you diagnose colorblind
administering treatment
to the privileged whites
but fail to diagnose yourself
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
An animal avalanche
Arrives at the dance
In a defensive stance
To prevent the chance
Their resentful trance
Won’t pass first glance
The animals rush
Kicking up dust
Responding to lust
Or a threatening gust
Mass hysteria must
Make them adjust
Misery wombat
Blistering combat
Administering on that
Ministry contact
And industry contracts
In their dusty con track
They use a flawed
Blanche DuBois
Survival law
Scratch and claw
Acting raw
Imposing paws
The stampede
Slammed me
Blandly
By ramming
My standing
Expanding
My understanding
Of the farmers branding
I paddle fake
Rattlesnakes
That tattle stakes
The battle takes
To bother me
With bomber dreams
Of somber screams
I’m always annoyed
For in this void
I must avoid
Love devoid
Terror droids
On steroids
I’m backing out
By lashing out
By blacking out
Tapping out
To the drought
On my route
My mastery
Of catastrophe
Blasted me
Classically
Back to be
Where I bleed
I need a solution
That’s a substitution
To their pollution
Like a revolution
Of evolution
Sending fusion
Mysticism
And cynicism
Blocking vision
Without permission
Are just superstition
Looping pistons
So I won’t listen
Caught in the feud rain
That is the food chain
Bringing my brood pain
From the lewd game
That glues shame
To my doomed brain
The stampede
Trampled me
Sampling
The example of greed
For their ample needs
That scrambles seeds
Planting problem trees
To obstruct the breeze
To calmer breeds
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
over,the ground crawling,
in the air higher, cascaded in tears
down a torrent, went over an edge of this
earth, have given up. Reveled in birth, cried at
losing one, spoiled soiled crapped on
myself. Spent, my last scents,
came up from there soiled stinking rotting.Smelled death.
Saw it in my hands, the last breath, a snaky smiling,
haunt. Saw the last ends the beginnings, felt all of history,
thought what is this?
Vomited with the reek of alcohol, self administering
medications, lost days, in there, lost feel.
Tried to understand , the mountains, wolves trees , alpha
omega.
Saw it smiling back at me.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
effusion on the
melt, lingua franca
of gold.
tongued to the tip
of its flame, twine
of dusted skin--
lit with professing.
pilgrimage's keel over
into otherness, that
far off land.
tried truer than truth
on the lips.
membranous bouquets,
rippling beside rectangular
rain.
patchwork of an amorphous
doorway, administering
symbolisms that outshine
light.
scale's draw, the weight
of open arms met with
like weight.
a kiss such as the forgetfulness
of faces, as if to say: we've
come to this my love--lateness
surrounds.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
You shattered my insides with something wicked.
I didn't know to expect this, but I got it
shoved down my throat at the last possible second,
a hurt I didn't think you were capable of administering.
You shattered my insides with something wicked.
I suppose I'll become a heap of organs in your closet
because my skeleton is just dust in the wind,
what more could it be, after the heat of the incinerator?
You shattered my insides with something wicked.
The thing is, I don't know what I expected.
Maybe I was dreaming of some happy ending,
but woke up to realize that reality always shines through.
You shattered my insides with something wicked.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Sorry losers and haters but my IQ is one of the highest
Somehow I dont quite believe that but I am pretty biased
See I think you're a ***** Donald Trump I really do
Because what intelligent person would think the following is true
Muslims should be denied entry into the great United States
Surley by doing this you will go down in history as one of the greats?
Or by telling transgenders they can't serve in the forces
And doctors should be punished by administering abortions
How's that great big wall of yours currently going?
Have the Mexicans offered to pay for it or are you still not knowing?
Now I have to say I think your face is one big publicity stunt
So I'm just going to go ahead and be brutally blunt
Donald Trump I think your a
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
I know each and every steps.
Every friends are striving in my love.
The time been won in battle
May be precious choosen one
Good and glorious fight my work
Praise and worship throughout the day over
Throughout the day over.
Certainly there were more friends in early life along with the family. But so far that i can speakout through my eyes the most powerful way to understand within you is pure, intelligence, deep, basis of individual life, creative source in nature. The flavor comes in listening youendlessly description of self insight into thought, is administering a dedicated uplifting beyond the soul within the universe. You as providing vision narrating a path with the bundle beds of flower with difficult roads for destination, are leading significantly aware of suffering around to the impulse exploring innerself without interruption and distraction. The mystery you essentially creates a pure full status of real time, space within the boundaries of ever changing habits day by day.
I would like to thank for everything even a second you permits to follow ultimate reality of life continuously emerging deep into eternal state of consciousness. When i eternally conscience within you, automatically unified sources of all force from cosmic energy enters into the centre part of the soul. So every molecules in my body can not leave your presence even an order of self.
The god you as my precious, enlightening the universe around me , mine, myself with you, is smiling infront goes around making peace quality of your presence.
A kind of mystical approaching gradually, you are giving the mind that not require the any extra effort to achieve the greater charm and happiness.when i enter into you, play within you and your smile that are giving more blissful experience with my favourite god infinite the peace of the inner self.
May be you don' t know the energy within you is spreading over the sparkling lightening of the cognition around that other people definitely gains towards positivity itself. No need to practice as transcendental meditation, if the people fortunately around you, stay , automatically meditated within self, found god as they wish their destination.
A bit of thanks to you as you are provìding the platform of learning withinself and experiences.
Best Regards
Uhi Rajako dijju
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 7:45 AM UTC
Just as my breathing becomes shallow and quicker in pace
announcing my impending ******
caused by your tongue
administering slow circles around my ****
while your palms tightly press into my inner thighs to keep them pushed apart
you lift your mouth an inch away from me
look into my eyes and whisper
*** baby
You taste so good against my tongue
I wanna see you ride my ***
you quickly crawl up my body
grab my hips
and pull me on top of you to straddle your trim waist
my whimpers soon morph into soft moans
as I run the head of your **** around my slick opening
Teasing you the same way you teased me
baby please
you groan as you bite your lip from taking over
once I feel my wetness coat your entire head
I guide your throbbing **** deep into my pu$sy
slowly
inch.
by.
inch.
I take you in
you pull me down towards your lips
grabbing the back of my neck
to kiss me so I can swallow your needy moans
I remain still once you’re fully inside me
taking a moment to adjust to your size
I push off your chest
and right as I begin to lift up your length
you grab my chin with your thumb and index finger
baby
open your eyes
I wanna watch the way you come apart
as you ride me
you feel that
you feel how hard you make my ****
as it’s inside your wet pus$y
***
you feel so good
I wanna watch you ride me
go slow
go fast
do whatever you want
I’ll like whatever you choose to do
Take.
Your.
Pleasure.
move how you want
make whatever sounds you want
I’m just here to watch you take control
before you can finish your last words
I quickly lift up
then slowly
I push back down on you
while my head falls back
mouth falls open
and I squeeze my pu$sy tight
you place your hands on my hips
that’s it baby
ride my **** however you want
take your pleasure
I keep a slowly agonizing tempo
until you start playing with it
using your hands
shoving me faster down on your ****
you then get impatient and sit up
taking my n!pple into your mouth
******* harshly
I pull on your hair
to move away from the sensitive spot
but push my brea$t closer
you then snake your right hand down
to where we are joined
and start rubbing my swollen cl;t
the motion of your fingers start to match the motion of your tongue
and that’s when I start to feel my entire body clench
that’s it baby
give it to me
right there
*** for me
I wanna feel your pus$y squeeze my **** as you *** in
5
4
3-
let’s just say
I don’t make it to 1
Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 2:04 AM UTC
my willingness
to play the fool
sets a mind at
ease that never was.
even so, you figure
prominently.
a buxom licentiousness
fawning over a boy
with your goddess-grown
hands...administering.
your unique franticity.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
I think that someone wrote into some palm leaf
a manuscript, a gift, a contract.
After my parents wedding,
while they were still in India,
they found out that my dad’s father
and my mom’s grandfather
worked for kings administering temples
and collecting money for their king
from the farmers that worked the rice paddies each king owned.
My dad, a son of a brahmin’s son,
grew up in his grandmother’s house.
His mother was not a Brahmin.
My mother grew up in Malaysia
where she saw the children from the rubber plantation
when she walked to school.
She doesn’t say what caste she is.
They both left their homes
before they left for college.
He went to his father’s house, then college. He went to work, then England, then Canada.
She went to India then Canada.
They moved to the United States around Christmas 1978
with my brother while she was pregnant with me.
My father signed a contract with my mother. My parents took ashes and formed rock,
the residue left in brass pots in India,
the rocks, so hot, they turned back to lava miles away
before turning back to ash again,
then back to rock,
the lava from a super volcano,
the ash purple and red.
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 12:41 PM UTC
Johny Christ, the hitman-turned-messiah,
Conferred Death Painless with his barehands
His ads were passed on secretly
And invalids formed his early clientele
The depressed, the spurned and the real thinking folks,
All awakened to Nirvana Call, called him
He left no trace, and the deaths looked natural
Death Painless- quiet as breathing
His popsicle-sucking, while administering, kept the people guessing
Where his powers came from
Johny Christ was not without his own share of Temptations- he fought, for example,
The urge to Save the roly-poly kid
Who was clumsy with his hands and Stood over the dropped food and Looked clueless about life
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 10:35 AM UTC
Adventurous responder
What an admirable reply,
My adrenaline is flowing
In an adequate supply,
Admittedly adroit
In administering rhyme,
I advert that this concept
Is advanced before its' time,
So in respect, I will adjourn
This ad nauseum decree,
And extend my gratitude
Your kind response to me.
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 10:58 AM UTC
Passionately irrational, where bad manners is fashionable.
Follow the trend as we tend to pretend like broadway plays.
Written by the devil starring God's only son.
Trust in what we see like the blank that killed brandon lee.
Who do we wanna be living in the Land of the free.
Subliminal messages and hidden fees.
Quietly bringing liberty to her knees with a needle in her arm. Even the cows and chickens have turned into junkies.
Administering injections on the farm.
Wake and bake, turn real into fake.
How much more are you willing to take ?
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC
i could give him ten breathing treatments
he’s still 84 years old
struggling to breathe at 4:45 in the morning
i could give him twenty treatments
he still has CHF
jamming the right chamber of his heart
flooding his lungs
he’s not drowning in it, not yet
but every breath is a squat ******
i sit with him at 4:45 in the morning
administering useless medicine
watching ice truckers, shooting the ****
it’s not lasix, which is what he needs to flush the fluid
but i’m good company and so is he
and that will have to be therapy enough
at 4:45 in the morning
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC