"affix" poems
...i shall affix a sweet
red hibiscus
to you hair.
i shall live in the petals,
always near,
you
until the leaf doth wilt,
then live in
your heart
forever still.
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 5:44 PM UTC
Now I'm tired of romance and I just want
a gorgeous naked bombshell to ****
I see those water-filled balloons.
I see the slit of a navel.
Those sultry eyes speak of betrayal,
but those are the kind of eyes
that tell of the hottest, sweatiest love.
Her fake blonde hair gives away her cheapness.
I just want to take off her bra and *******
I see no vein or artery of life in her.
I remember beer and bars.
I affix my eyes to the shadow made by a ****
I see the silk lines of her collar bone and neck.
I realize she's standing in front of a window.
I meet her eye of innocence with mine of admiration,
and I tear up.
You look like you'd take me to court
because I haven't touched you yet.
You look like you'd smoke a cigarette with me.
I imagine she's hiding a ***** she's not fond to look at.
Your chin reminds me of a pickup truck.
You look like you have a baby inside,
then I look at your eyes,
and I realize,
if we really ****** it could be true.
So much for chivalry.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her ***** feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
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What is wrong with using "not"?
It is a negative to an eloquent adjective, verb or noun.
Simply the opposite state of being; which one should NOT frown
For programmers, "not" is a logical complement,
which helps us filter-out things we do NOT want.
And is used sparsely and NOT to flaunt
By simply twisting our thought at 180-degrees,
it's used to portray an abrupt reversal image in our mind.
A quick look at a mirror, and NOT you will find.
Affix a k-, yet "knot" still sounds the same
but it will help keep our things secure.
From our pretzels, shoes and the ribbon-wrapped gifts we procure.
Add an s-, and the children will be amused;
defiance is in its nature, is it NOT?
That is, to disgust their friends with each others snot.
So, to be or NOT to be.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
•
*You are the sole yellow rose that I see,
In the amidst of this wicked and vexatious wilderness,
You've captured my heart,
With your bright, delightful and auspicious hue,
My eyes are affix to your alluring nature,
And a picture of you I keep dearly in my heart.
I walk into the hellacious pathway,
The pathway that draw stripes on me,
I did try to endure all throe and grief,
'Cause after this endeavor,
You'll fill me with beautitude and love,
And my triumph I will lavish upon you as I hold you in my arms.
Now I have succeeded and hold firm grip on you,
All aches been covered up with my overwhelmed soul,
Your thorns I've eliminated and put end to your excruciation,
I hold you so close to me and keep you safe in my chest,
I will never let you go and I'll bathe you with my love,
We will conquer the world together, forever 'til eternity.*
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
I know now that it wasn't you
who fashioned such noose.
It was them, those dark abominations
who fled before the stars of Uranus.
Remember!
We are not weak!
Madness is such a hard thing to define
which makes it such an easy label
to affix to one's enemies.
It's not madness to fight for our right
to exist!
It's not wrong to make a stand and
wake up from the slumber of their lies
to the beautiful dawn of Eos!
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
In the haunts of a shadow he dwells
unseen
so as not to surrender his stoic vision
unheard
eyeing his subject with cat-like secrecy
prowling among the broken souls
absorbed in the sorrow of the hopeless
destined to report on the status of pain
from his silent pulpit
to silent eyes
the poet returns
to affix a smile
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
© 2010 (Jim Sularz)
I am neither man nor woman -
or naked flesh and blood.
I journey at the speed of compassionate thought -
without limitation or boundary.
I draw near only in peace and I will reshape the world -
like no great army ever could.
I am Christmas, 1914.
I am gentle and childlike -
a joyful melody in the hearts of young and old.
I am spirit without malice or hate -
a mother’s undying love, a father’s embrace.
I reign above the loftiest mountaintops –
dwell in the silent depths of blue oceans and seas.
I am Light eclipsing all other lights -
to heal and comfort those in need.
I am all-knowing and eternal -
the universe, my heavenly abode.
And upon my divine mantelpiece,
I affix - all things beautiful.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
Good morning, fly dove
The darkness fled fast
As I held you
Over the whole night
Don't lose your sight, dove
Affix your gaze
And it will mold you
He will fold you
Over a cold fire
Fly dove, fly
Fly to save your life
Fly, love, fly
Fight on through the strife
Tonight, love, goodnight
When all your world is quiet
We'll hide the candle light
My wings are open wide
For all of you tonight
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 9:45 PM UTC
Finally, that we may be all at once all at once, when the coil is unwound and exhausted and begins to cool
And the corneal fillaments glaze into placid glass marble lakes, reflecting the small spurn of the world they held
That our soul should be upwelled
To the lapping stones of Valhalla, to be arisen by great arms and carried to our tableplace
To jest eternally of the great disgrace...
And woe of our whales, lost long afar
And the men who hunted them incessant
Pleasently warmed and vibrating with the humming mumble of the upper yards,
Worn travellers return to tired halls.
And sing,
"Hei do Yey-- be come what may,
High winter hünde beheld at bay
And Yeh they feed in rare reprieve
On souls of such we will not say.
Hei do lum-- what will be done,
What valor hark thy martyrdom
Upon thine breaths and storied crests
Upon thy tomb, thy charter won
Hei do ill, ye sum thy will
To heed thy lands upon the hill
Down back from whence thy kingdom lent
The battle-horn, heard she so shrill"
And I confessed,
"HEI DO LAI, TO WHICH I CRY,
MY CITY SLEEPS BELOW THE SKIES
AND DOES NOT SEEK TO SEE MY FEET,
OR EVERMORE AFFIX MY EYES."
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
'Tis darkest midnight of the year,
fire blazing in her eyes.
She dances 'round and 'round the womb,
of Spring's hope, of nature's prize.
Her sunset hair and wind rose skin,
enchant, affix, my gaze.
Naked she moves, as floating leaf,
veiled by moon and blaze.
She dances for the Springtime,
to wash away the mire,
calling me to take her,
join her in the fire.
'Tis the darkest midnight of the year,
hearts find their hidden mirth,
and dance as one, well in the trance,
of life, and love of earth.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
she gave me white light
it looks like a light sword
making numerous echo in space
I did not ask for what ...I know
no ornamental word would do
futile definitions
flashy ads
waste of breath
15 minutes of clutter
15 minutes of fame
15 minutes of a life
yep Warhol was right
empty containers
to be filled up
to create -fillers
a byproduct of ego
of a selfless time
oh what an an illusion
I live in sometime
not knowing media as the bird's call
true technology is my received gift
with me inside or you
is there a difference?
we are all embodiment
carrier of the code
essence of eternal
not to hurry though
not to resist
resist resists the self just
I cannot trespass the chanting
I shall not think to try
thinking is my only sin
why do we fight?
mo and mu were the same guy
two incarnations in one or three
born at different times
their writers failed just
the difference definer
yes definer and not the creator
'create' remains holy
with a spirit – like words with
spirit-
running memory
activated by sound maybe
the difference definer sets bricks
of flamboyance
en route escape to escape lifetimes
invites the endless cycle of fight
could fray be for peace
and not by cowardice?
fear is my only sin
born from ignorance
of self
as in my- as in your-
not a portmanteau but
an affix by nature
so there is no difference
let fray be for peace
then A joker's viola
let it be a joke for
a joyous while
for a joyous halftime
you don't need do much really
if you can whistle once
under the golden sun
through your belly
somewhere in a cool place
selfless illusion fades
there is nothing else
no book could describe
as such
I have crossed libraries
with my starship
but the source light
not bound to time so yes
for whatever it was
I closed my eyes
slowly learning to dance now
along its wings
it has more to tell then its aesthetics
we cross dimensions while
we perpetually make some
the reflection the waveform
in a little note we harmonize
my fingertips- carrier of a glow
I - the particle of light
we pass
and yes after each turn
there is a you to learn from
or I to be.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
•
*You’ve unseal all chains that keep my windows shut,
Open it valorously,
And let the sunshine in,
You let illumination enter my soul and detonate light that vivify my slumbered happiness,*
**You came, my knight in shining armor!
Oh, how you save me from my pitch-black world!**
*You draw near and kneel in front of me,
As the light from the opened windows brush your countenance,
I saw your feet from below,
Scintillating,
For you are heavenly armored,
Your left hand wrap around my neck,
And your right hand lift my chin,
Tears gush out from my eyes as your lips press against mine passionately,*
Love spark between us,
I found my refuge in you from that very moment,
Assurance envelop and hope flourish within me.
*You offered your hand to lead me the way,
You walk gaily with me while holding my hand tightly,
My eyes are affix to you, with only your visage I can see a glimpse of heaven,
You’ve welcome me in your paradise!
I was in such elation and you colored my eyes with lustrous hue.*
*You guide me through the rhythm of your genuine love,
I dance and sway with you as your love enter and penetrate me from within,*
Our smiles stroke the skies with beauteous tints and limn rainbows from it.
*You tour me to the garden of your love,
And yellow flowers fill the surroundings,
They bloom as we pass through them,
For our happiness spread seeds in the land,
And our love make them grow.*
Then you carry me to the sea,
**And storms start to rage out,
Winds blew to its extremity,
Demons are starting their travail to us,
To separate us through agonizing excruciation !**
*But we enfold each other tightly and lock fingers together,
We tread dauntlessly into the sea,
As God walk together with us,
Storms calm and the sun rise up and gleam in us,
For our love creates peace, and brings exhilaration and serenity.*
*We gleefully celebrate the victory of our love,
We stride to the mountains and soar high into the skies,
We lie down in the clouds and stare at the moon and the twinkling stars,*
**I lean my head into your chest and your arms wrap around me,
I stretch my arms, hug you firmly,
We delightfully cuddle,
And my legs lock against yours,
My hair together became our blanket,
With the euphonious sound of your heartbeat,
I fell asleep in your loving embrace,
And with the moonlight gleaming to us,**
We dream,
TOGETHER.
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
You walked your dog in early morning
suburban calm
of hubbed parking lots, sprawled lawns
humming.
In knee tall grass imagining
your neighbors brewing a fresh *** and
pulling their curtains
wide.
I crouch obscure
knee bent, tree nestled.
My heart sings:
You, grin, grimace
The air stings
my notes strung
affix my lips to there.
Best wishes I offer at this time
I will observe the court order and
you look so handsome from here.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
the lunacy that is foreseenfrom the eccentric glowof what we affix as attentivewaves in contracted honesty pulling for a dualitydespite our trained individualitywith this intended dissension we are seeking comfort pushing within our fortifiedfacades dwelling, foretellingmelodic expressions revealing a need for innocenceto run proportionally with socratic thought
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 2:31 PM UTC
Impossibly,
pigeons sparked against a cerulean sky
spinning like a tossed hand of loose change
in appreciation of the day’s artistry
On the bed’s edge,
trying to align and affix,
gingerly stretching muscles that used to behave,
their co-ordinated flight cast me
momentarily saddened
as each sock and trouser leg moaned on
Still,
the sun kissed us all, anyway
Feb 27, 2022
Feb 27, 2022 at 9:44 AM UTC
I am distant.
Like the stars.
I burn slowly,
I burn dully,
You will see me only
If you take the time to stare.
For I am the kind of light you might
Not even know is there.
Cup your hands around me--
But very softly--
Leave some space,
Not too tightly.
Just enough to halt the penetrating light.
Peek between the gaps,
See if you might glimpse
The faintest glow of... something?
Just against your fingertips.
Obtained at a time of whimsical fancy.
Stuck to the ceiling/wall whilst chasing youth.
Left to be there--
Near forgotten--
Just another fixture in the room.
But when the light has grown weak,
Lying there, cannot sleep,
Mind too full to count sheep:
I'm here for you to affix your eyes.
A reminder of who you once were
And who you'll never be again
And who you are.
A symbol for... for cosmos
And questions and answers
And stars.
All within a glow.
Which, in any other circumstance,
Wouldn't even show.
This is the light I have to offer:
All that I can be.
And I can give you something simple,
Subtle magic,
But only if you stop to see.
Only when the lights are off,
The sun is gone,
The dark opaque.
Only then: you'll see my glow.
Even then: it's faint.
Not for wild celebration--
But rather quite contemplation.
A moment for yourself.
A moment to look in.
A quite moment in the dark:
That is what I am.
I cannot guide the way.
I will never light the room.
Won't break the darkness,
Lead the masses,
Assist a flowered bloom.
Please don't ask me to.
Please don't expect me to.
But, if you let me,
I can glow in the dark for you.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC
Dahlia once stood.
Ruby gems grinned my inner being at ease
Dare my heart to enshroud the beliefs you hold.
Blush once more and I will
Flood your soul inhaling all my desires of forever.
Smirks will not suffice; my affix dominates every disposition you may declare, so
Act out now.
Free will is charity accompanied by reservations to accept.
Welcome the kismet in which ------I am surely you in turn you surely me.
Unfortunately
I am holding back all that I can give.
My regret was my reservations buried in my soul in spite of your openness,
Willingness to build.
My stare left you insecure, confused and distant while yours sent me into complete bliss.
Reach out for me, save me
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
If I asked you
would you let me
affix you to chains?
And if I pleaded
would you take my heaviness
overboard with you?
Would you be the anchor
that ties the vessel
to the ocean bed?
The voice that
quietly lays down the word:
"sleep,"
to my ears?
When the gray sea of life
lurches to and fro
with its infinite unrest
with every droplet quivering here,
and despite my years abroad
I still cant decipher
all of its erratic movements
Oh, Al-Mateen,
Will you hold me still?
Because I think I like it motionless
Sep 3, 2010
Sep 3, 2010 at 8:40 PM UTC
Some days the wind blows
and bends yonder willow
Its roots hold sway
perched high upon
steep sea cliff walls
No gale could affix
a bow to such a limber
heartwood backbone
Wind arched echoes
undulate to and fro
alike a gentle restoration;
a resilience unrenowned
It looks as if it takes
the skies weight so lightly,
while the rising waves
gather an unhallowed chill
fomenting untamed
at the heart of the prevailing
westerly swell
A human tends to lean rigidity
right up to the yonder most edge,
a thin line threshold
a step away ―
pushed by a moment's gravity;
a blind jump over a cliff
into an unfathomable deep ocean
far beyond
a forgiving
willow's bend
Jesse Stillwater ... 09 May 2018
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
delicate rituals of analytical loathing:
i unravel myself.
pick away shattered shimmer from cheek
wipe black magic with soiled cloth
rip undeservedly piece by piece
torture inconsistency over inches or miles of skin.
reconstructed with artificial spice,
i am a new girl, i am new features,
i am the new model.
my eyes open under saltwater
and so i sink or soak in seas of otherness
but i am fresh, like forming flesh
if flesh were sequined and stitched.
roll, bite, pick up habits, dirt, memory, fight
just to affix and roam on
i must be a big O, a filthy lost prince,
a katamari girl, never pleasin' no one.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
Western star
I set for hours in the darkness spellbound you held my gaze
The trees and night darkness completed the picture
Your mind races ever higher quiet etude the engulfing blaze
Silver light breaks all captivity you to are suspended held amidst glories brow
Within darkness you are the cloaked sojourner destination improbability
Somewhere in the mix of thoughts for a brief time you are free of all concerns
All that exists is the span of distance in all this voluminous emptiness lies compatibility
Measureless void you wash in great waves against my enthralled soul
You give abundant texture to the wall and windows that I view this indispensible wonder
Because I know you seem localized but half of the earth at least can be held in the same awe
The earth when viewed aright by going to the edge and then stepping into space unchained bounder
Do you affix your very being to channels that gird the heavens go beyond be spellbound at long last right living
You’re tenuous diminished life will catch space in the raw your life will begin at long last to thaw
Your views will startle and alarm those not yet up to the throttled speed found at every level life should be lived
Adventures have for millennia shown the way over and beyond the darkest expanses victory without flaw
Table your defeated hand speak with dignified power as you break the common tide thou conquer who envisions stars as friends
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 1:20 PM UTC
ebbing, glass of whiskey.
cigarette lit while vessel’s
tummy wails away what
with its unfed loneliness.
two months out, about that
by now. anyhow. paletted
sleep bringing afternoon
awakening, and a walk
with peripherals on view
over shoulder. waiting for
past lives’ names to be
called out in order to
settle some debt. the kind
left at large with a flee-
ting disappearance. no name
ever spoken, eyes on guard
over shoulder. watching –
guarding – another strive at
the rekindled want for
anonymity. more a continuation
of some loner’s morning vespers.
whispers from the microcastle
thrown through – thrown beyond –
balustraded stone into the
-macro. four months out,
and this radiator hisses to
life. hisses to remind that
not all is free, nor guaran-
teed inherent. reminding this
vessel of wants to be
thirteen out. that far out,
realizing it’s been some time
since the lines have ran dry.
prolific, think the word’s
antithesis; no, only practice
expression of breathless words.
fourteen out, wanting of this
vessel’s christening to done
been blooded by thoughts
unspewed as eyes affix the
tiny shadows ceilings cast.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
, and affix me with your radiance
to count all six of my fingers
(including the plumpness of my toes as they grow
on wide-eyed weeping trees) in the land of lakes
where the mountains are smooth like butter.
you see,
baby,
my lifeline connects to the cracks of my eyes
now noticeably deeper
and when i hold you my hands are just points of view.
and when we cant think of anything to say
you
Know
that
the raindrops of heavy expanses
are strained in our exchanges.
so sing to me with your fragmented lips
before the individual peels split into birds
flying away,
with
Oct 5, 2011
Oct 5, 2011 at 2:41 PM UTC