"alfa" poems
the narrative does not cling to classicalism of stating whether the pronoun usage is either singular or plural or both to allow an armchair of expression; after all... there's enough for us to bypass the classical philosophical debate about subject and object, simply investigating pronoun usage in relation to singularity or pluralism.
there’s a theory where poetry came from,
one read: cleopatra wanted to hear sweet-nothings
calibrating a razor with a viper’s kiss...
another read: she báthory?
she báthory? she the one that turned milk into blood?
she can burn in hell.
i thought we were un-dialectical in the realms of concern?
no... you see... poetry came from punctuated-impressionism...
or a fear of it... punctuation of course, not from the impressionism...
poets fear punctuation...
give them a semi-colon
and
they
treat
it
like a sidelined line of verse.
this is poetry in mathematical equations:
i had a pear(,)
it was a spare(.)
i had a care for traffic(-)
so i missed( )
the expressions and started using an obelisk to quarter up the mammoth
into chop suey...
poets simple say: next line! when prose says next paragraph
and the prized execution of the 100m sprint . . . (.)
that’s universal alpha romeo with alfa bravo charlie delta (echo)...
come on in the u-turn... give us a smile......... :),
poets says... i need breathing space
without sentenced timing of silence, for the toad to feed inspiration
and envy!
no wonder you came with the alpha - zulu
alphabet given that you used ɪɡ and zoʊ...
so tell me... where’s this copernican west upside down
(this heliocentric west with east being the big bang)?!
i'd swear the thing stopped orbiting in circles
and a thing that's on it's thought started to become
orbital... a fashion sense of the 60s 70s 80s 90s repeated -
that's right, the whole thing became heliocentric
and we became narcissists instead of solipsists
in the geocentric system of worked-up plagiarism
with adequate excuses.)
it's here it the poets apprehensive of punctuation symbology
and instead writing "sparingly,"
to write, e.g.:
i
hate
this
love
affair
claimed
to
be
the
world...
i
rather
chisel
chequers
into
geometry
of
x4
90º.
makes sense poets begot fear of
punctuation and not grammar, they
serviced to explore nothing else,
leaving grammar open long enough to *****
mathematics in... remember...
poets are firstly concerned with punctuation...
secondly with grammar...
philosophy for poets is grammar;
**** i'm um um so drunk i'll need to revise.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
Oh I wonder if I mean pounding
Or maybe it's pondering
Hell what do I know, spelling isn't my strong point
I've always been envious of all those brainy lot
To see me you'll know why I can never be an alfa male
So its better I hide behind a keyboard and troll
I can't help feeling inadequate when I read the good poems
All I do is steal words and ideas then twist them around
I pownd and pownd and pownd till I drive them away
I am a Pownder that pownd and get a pound for every pownding
I am a little person with a little mind and something else bothers me so much it leaves me with a Napoleonic complex
But I hope other men don't know about it but anytime I see a hot dog, wish I could just disappear and die cause I know that's one pownding That leaves me unpownded.
Excuse me I got a job to do
There's a poet here, I've got to drive him away from here
He's Benson or something like that and I just feel so small
Can never write like him and being a stinking bully and a Hater
I feel so inadequate and it's stressing me out, how good he is
He leaves me feeling so carri gibbanoius and useless pownding about
My job and aim is to oppose anything positive and good
I was born to destroy cause I can't do better
guess that's why I can't even spell an ordinary word like
POUNDING....
That benson fellow will soon leave and coward inadequate me
will rule with my mediocre drivel again or go copy from someone
and pretend its my work like I did at Junior High and college.
My good friend below wrote this to me:
Karijinbba › In His Grace..............
I hear the pownding waves of God in every day or written silences. I hear Gods loving waves in everyday's life's harships and struggles; even when God in his silence blessess, me in imagined lovers arms, and in dreams, when my breath away.....is taken.
He copied a poem written by me and improved on it and then
posted it back to me to show me how to improve on my work.
So I must learn from him and be a better writer
And stop feeling bad and envious about other people's poems
And writing privately to them to intimidate them and making
them quitting this site.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
I ran with the wolves
Howled at night's full moon
Ate my prey warm
With it's heart still pounding
But moon after moon passed
Alfa wolves rose and fell
And I no longer recognize
Original clan
They speak of me as the grey wolf
The ancient one who howls
Up above the highest peaks
The grey ghost of the ancient past
I sleep with the always cold
Looking down from the highest passes
Even with cloudy eyes
I still see
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
You don't choose according to the majority.
You choose to make the majority.
You choose to say **** you when someone tells you what you should do.
You choose to make your own choices.
I'm fluent in silence,
I'm also fluent in french and english,
And not afraid to tell you what I think.
Though sometimes no words are the best words.
Be the alfa male.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 3:33 PM UTC
He leads me in green pastures,
He guides my path to rightousness,
He lifts me up when i fall,
He is my pillar to lean on when i cant stand.
He says "yes"
when all say "no"
He makes a way where it seems to be non
Forever Has He been my shield.
He knew me in my mother's womp
Created me in His own image
gave His son away to the earth
for my sins to be washed away.
How Great is Thou Art
Highly exalted above all nations
The King of kings
The Lord of lords
with Him all things are possible.
I call him Emmanuel
The I Am That I Am
The Mighty above all
The Alfa and The Omega
The Unchangable Changer.
He is my pillar
The one and only friend i could ever ask for
In Him i can never lack
but rather rejoice
for He is The Prince of Peace
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
Nel cuor dove ogni visïon s'immilla,
e spazio al cielo ed alla terra avanza,
talor si spenge un desiderio, e brilla
una speranza:
come nel cielo, oceano profondo,
dove ascendendo il pensier nostro annega,
tramonta un'Alfa, e pullula dal fondo
cupo un'Omega.
1k
As his shining grey Alfa Romeo
Endlessly rolls on the side
In an appletree field in Bretagne,
After crashing on a truck,
That was not supposed to be stuck
There in the middle of the road,
Just minutes before dying,
He remembers pieces of his life.
The full life of a happy man
Who has a loving Italian wife
A gorgeous Austrian lover,
An unstable father,
A distant son whom he feels
He has not been close enough,
A best friend named François,
With whom he runs a company.
In a few minutes,
All this will be gone.
Disappeared from the earth,
Remaining only in the memory
Of a few ones.
In a last minute,
Surrounded by a white fog,
All characters of his life,
Appear in front of him,
Standing silently,
Sadly looking at him,
For a last au revoir.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
You are the salt I crave
That scalds my skin & brands my mind
I hunger for the oblivion of your lips
The famine of your naked skin
Imprisoned by the trance of your eyes
And swallowed by the gentle abyss of your voice
The cruel perfume of your forbidden skin
And taboo of your musk
Your warm thighs wrapped, butter soft, around me
I ache for the drowsy tangle of our joyful limbs
The sculpture of your arching back beneath my trembling touch
Your drifting hand, lazy traced across my cheek
I hunt at night for the dream of you, to feed my soul
I hunger for the moments when the universe dissolves & we float untethered, alone, together
Consumed in our feast
© Alfa Fido 2013
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
Images of upside down frogs
reminds me of you
where did I find it
in the bathroom window while taking a ****
image in the art novo glass
reminds me of that time
on Alfa Centure
where that giant mould hung down
looking like upside down frogs
and you said
stop right there
this is perfect moment in time
at that I fell down this black hole
and landed here on earth
I still miss you dear.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
If wish you hadn't done that
Torn the blankets off me
And called me a *****
Mum, I was only 20
It wasn't anything I did
I never compromised my honor
Mum I really didn't
I wish you hadn't purposely
Let me oversleep
In hopes I would lose my job
Mum, I really couldn't figure out life
Was it that your man was helping me?
Was it that I was given the attention
A father should've given a daughter
Sure he's not my dad
But he likes to think he is
I really wish you hadn't done that
Let me go through
All the lies and accusations
While your ex incriminated me
Of things I have never done
I really wish
You hadn't waited for my tears to flow
At loss for any other escape
I really wish you hadn't
Put my friends above me
I really wish I could like Christmas
But the way I remember it
This was the occasion
To ridicule me for
Everything I was
And everything I would never be
And sure it wasn't just you
But surely you have come to understand
That this is how children compete
For attention
By teaming up against one
Mum I really wish
My school degree
Wasn't a way for you to evelate
Yourself above your sister in law
Her sons are doing so well
And you have two accomplished daughters
And one me
Who incidentally does
Whatever comes up first
I am so unpredictable,
I don't know what I'm going to do next.
I really wish I hadn't understood
And diligently ignored
The possibility
That maybe you're too broken
To really see that in fact
You are competing with your own children
For things that we never wanted
Nor cared for:
Your alfa female status.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
It is only a state of mind….
The back up…
The fun…
Everything is possible
With God ofcouse
The sophisticated part is that the things you do at the recent moment wil have that effect in the future,
If you don’t do away with things that are not import in any way in your life.
Resort more of your priorities to the right things especially that are lawful.
The law its self can be manipulative when controlled by Greedy and selfishness…
The Guptas are benefiting a lot of profit in business…
We live by the law that is a way of living.
The is alot of ways of seeking wisdom…
The One with all the wisdom is the Almighty God…
The Alfa and Omega…
The one with all answers…
Fame is only good when benefiting you all the lawful and good fruits,
Ofcouse the one’s you have earned…
Not because it’s your home town and your were once a high class celebrity, who can’t really afford to take himself/herself out to a middle-aged chilling salon for some birthday celebration…
No pun intended…
You must be your own
You must hustle up….
Pusha, Phanda, Pressor
You can push away all the things that are valueless to your future well being, not important in life.
Phanda boss “Hustle, use your given skills and knowledge to work for , God given gifts”
You must make a living…
Your days of being a baby have passed away..
Buried in the existence of life.
Press the right buttons,
Less probabilities of a breakdowns that can affect the whole operation of your life and end up with a lot of lost time not in space but on earth in reality.
I reapet that quote again ” Time wasted is never regained”
It is normal to have fantasies
If you have a lot and they are not realistically possible,
then you are in trouble…
The state of mind will only crash if you don’t have a solutions and fear has conquered your life, and strengthen shock to take your life away forever.
Guard the state of mind…
Guard you sanity so you can have your own…
Remember the state of mind is your own aslo…
God blessed those who never had the full mental support…
They are my people I can’t put a blame on innocent fellow brothers and sister…
We understanding the condition and have faith in God.
The plans about you were the before you were even born, seek info you will understand better.
Some where some how it was supported by some factor/factors, very few unfortunately one’s…
God is not a fool.
The state of mind I reapet…
Don’t only focus on it, don’t be stereotype
Faith is good in an amazing way also…
God is good always…
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
i'm cryin' a.a. for my b.b.
and so is c.c. d. and e.
i'm cryin' a.a. for my b.b.
and so is c.c. d. and e.
if we can't f. g. h. i. j. k.
then we can't l. m., n. o. p.
just an a. a. without b.b.
and that's the alpha-betty blues
i said an a.a. without b.b.
and that's alpha-bitty blues
short on words but long on rhythm
that's the bye bye b.b. blues.
I've got a Q R S T baby
don't need no U V.... W
said I got a Q R S T baby
just keep your U V...W
think you know your alfa better
check your XYZZ too.
Capitol AA, BB!
Capitol AA BB C!
Capitol DD E F!
Capitol DD E F G!
Capitol H I stinkin' J K!
Capitol LMNOP!!
I've got a Q R S T baby
don't need no U V W
said I've got a Q R S T baby
don't need no U V...W
think you know your alfa better
check your XYZZ too.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
Body
NoT funny-
See, this poem will be CHAOS;
Sliding along in front of my
eyes
a shiny cabinet of dusty and non dusty Polaroids
like you used to Show me
like your photo art and huge light
in the cellar
move me now
they do
the cabinet opend and my veins fill with the blood of my
childhood
pulse paces up
mum calls from upstairs to stop reading practice and come up
Food gonna get cold
next slide
pacing through the cold autumn forest and behind me a huge
deer
but I am not scared because we know him
we seen him many many times before in autums here in the wild park
cklick
you in your motorbike Fashion and helmet that used to scare me
make me cry because I cannot see your face
and the other Polaroid where you wear the full gear in front of
your motorbike
click
Flash - Flash - Flash
move you up the bed
up
up
I help you; you cannot do it anymore, not always
says mum, not a good day, she saiys
she lying?
click
you and me and my childhood friend in the local Swimming pool
and you unashamed bottom turned to everyone
pulling up your Swimming Pants
click
Flash-flash
you turn and Keep turning
not seeming to know where your room is
your room and your bed and thus the place you spend
most of your days and hours now
crack
goes my heart
crack
the next Polaroid is one
where I did not exist yet
where you and mum slide down the map of
Southern France, maybe Provence, in your White Reno? Or Alfa Romeo? Or any other
car you had back then.
And now;
crack - crack - crack
goes my heart
and yours and maybe our family's heart
But I will Keep you in
and I will hold you up and if I ******* have to pull off
your shoes again then I might as well, dear, I might as well
do it.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 4:15 PM UTC
I was so convinced to maltreat her
Now that she's gone, I lost some of me
She was, she fluffy held an lean over my shoulder
She was conciderate, reliable and forever my darling
She was endureable, persistent and reary passionate.
In her heart I say, she was bleeding,
but never to let me see how badly she hurts
She never wanted me to see her worst, not ever eternity
She was too bad that she hated even giving up.
She loved me from my worst behaviour,
yet she loved me even when I bullied her
She loved me, she really did eternally
She loved me even when I couldn't touch rather kiss her lips,
yet she loved me even when she saw me kissing another
Her affection was too deep, it swelled day by day
It's reary unbelievable, she care - less; how I humiliate her
She promised me heaven and earth, the moon and the stars
And she said:I'll never live you, no matter how badly you hurt me
Even when I loose my breath, I shall still be with you
You may call me a **** I'll still rescue you
If you miss me, remember I will always be there
Just look around, I will prosper
And never to hurt as much as I do, I please
The affliction you brought me, I pray not to return to you
I'll look after you, cautiously, costantly and righteously
U've hurt me always and yet, yet I'm happy for you
The reason my smile is the meaning how precious I am all around you
If I say goodbye, you've no reason to clamour
Yet you've no reason to worry yourself
It's the likes of God to meddle between us
He whom brought us together have the power to strain
Yet he knows our Alfa and Omega, the day and the time
She said:I shall not die nor live you
I'll rest, yet I'll look after you day and night
If I close my eyes forever, I shall not die
I shall return and live within forever in your heart
I'm your rib, I shall never die, I shall return
If is my soul, I give my life to you
If I die tonight, I shall still be with you
I give my life to you, I shall still be with you
My soul will forever be with you
I'm your rib, I shall still return.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
License to die,
Contract to ****
That was the deal,
Buried my heart,
Wore a mask
And blood spills
Inhumanly human,
Tears floods my heart,
Yet, I stand head high
Even with death
Staring into my eyes
Chanting,
No guts!
No glory!
For I am a lethal weapon
And no one dies twice!
As I leave my body
I remain loyal
To Alfa,
Died a Romeo for my country,
Served as Mike,
Till we meet in Yankee,
Even in afterlife my symbol is peace
But my loyalty belongs
To the
Alfa Romeo Mike Yankee.
©Nalli
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 8:31 AM UTC
Why does come Monday first always in Week?
and Looking in East why, West cannot I seek?
Why from month January , year to begin?
Is January so great and December mean?
Why yellow looks so yellow and red is red?
Why chair is called a chair and bed is bed?
Why day is destined to never meet a night?
And there no darkness, where ever is light?
How cement keep together one brick to brick?
When Frozen, turn water ice, what is the trick?
Why the cow choice eating grass, leaf & fruit?
and juice for feral panther never substitute?
Why chilly taste hot so and apple taste sweet?
Why river's bank parallel & never they meet?
Why always two has to come after one?
No body to answer, no reason yet come.
Why eye for watching and mouth to speak?
And Mountain so high and valley so deep?
Why fire for burning and water to wet?
Why language ever need many alphabet?
Only thirty days in a month, when, why & how?
No answers to these questions, leave them you now.
And why the God created this multiple world,
Can not be explained ever, can not be solved.
God is the originator and this is the fact.
This world is how it is, you have to accept.
This is the Nature and this is reply.
Alfa is alfa , so pie is pie.
Ajay Amitabh Suman
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
This is the body
This is the Church
One in Spirit
Spirit of Jesus the Christ Creator of all
God is three person in one.
What does it mean to you that Jesus is alive for ever and ever?
Eternal life is unity in Christ Jesus
Who is The living Word of God
Which is the Alfa and Omega
He was and is and is to come
"For the testimony of Jesus is the Spirit of prophecy"
Come! Hear with your ear and do with your heart
Come! Renewal of your mind is in the True Living Word of God
Come! And worship with me to the King of Glory
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
You walk around like the room belongs to you
And I think you're being a prat
You have a well build body
And sweet eyes
A calm manner of speaking
You tend to hear me out
And compose yourself
But not today
I liked that better.
Should your current behaviour
Suggest that you're and idiot?
But then I realised...
You're showing alfa male behaviour.
You like me.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
*He's brown like coffee,
carmel flavored candy ,
cinnamon sticks and
sweet like whipped cream.
That's how he seems to
me. His eyes glow brighter
than any owl in the night
sky. The vibes he creates
make you feel high as if your
floating on the fluff of the
clouds above like turtle
white doves. He's pure like
organic fruit. And has a smile
that's super cute. He's free
like beautiful rainbow
coloured fish in the sea. And
wild as an alfa wolf that
knows how to lead his pack
by keeping them on the right
track and never leaving
anyone back. Pretty and
handsome is how he is to me.
His words have a little bit
of Edgar Allan Poe , mystery
and madness. But as we all
know thats whats good for
one's soul. Every word he
says is like gentle soft music
to my ears. Every word he
says makes the happy tears
roll down shy on my blushing
cheeks. For his words are made
of the finest poetry to me.
His words heal the bruises
before they grow and swell
it almost seems like their
magic as well. My angel
from the heavens above.
My husband and future.
My person and home is
what i have to say in order
to explain this all. He's
mine he's mine he's mine.
And so did the angels write
down in the history of the
sky. As they painted every
kiss shared between us
two. And every word said
with tenderness and care
in empty rooms. They carved
his words in the particles
floating in the morning's
fresh air. And on every
shore that welcomes the
tides. He's mine He's mine
He's mine* ~
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC
As i go to bed, i bow,
To give thanks to the almighty,
The provider, the caretaker,
The alfa and the omega.
Thanks God for today.
I hope and need you again uptill
Tomorrow.
Give me health and nice sleep,
Remember my children and my readers too.
I pray shortly in your name.
AMEN
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
O ano de 2020 é um restauro. Combinação exponencial do algoritmo máximo duplicado e zerado. Porém são números espero que errados. Nada alterou nestes últimos tempos a não ser a fórmula biológica que acrescentou ruína. Publicamente a verdade, voltou-se a economia bélica pra área da necessidade. Só se para quem o diz. Impossível compreender o homem!
Enfim, ou eu sou burro cego ou surdo que não entendo a serenidade na resolução do problema. A política nua e crua, pelo menos a política que até aqui conhecemos. Surgiu uma doença séria com consequências nefastas e o combate há doença? Duas tragédias juntas!
Os países caminham para uma destruição previsível.
Apocalipse de quê. Por desaparecer o que não faz falta ao mundo, tudo iria acabar e escondiam tudo numa caixinha debaixo da cama. O homem é semelhante a si mesmo, nada têm de divino. O dito Deus que se conste não vive observado por dinheiro ou coisas bélicas. As profecias também dizem que o Alfa e o Omega, fizeram este mundo e não teve início nem terá fim. Supomos que estamos a meio.
Era óptimo que o homem na sua existência virasse a sua inteligência para a sua fragilidade desde início.
Destruíram escolas, hospitais, quartéis e serviços públicos, isolaram os contribuintes de primeira dos contribuintes do fundo. Existe Portugal do Oeste e o Portugal de Leste. No meio uma papa de arroz 🍚 com água fervida. No combate há guerra soltaram abelhas biológicas sem rainha. Temos rainha? por quanto tempo? A caça à colmeia começará depois. Unidades militares a socorrer civis. Bravo. E os hospitais privados socorrerão os militares? Talvez não seja preciso. Deixem de ser betinhos e assumam a condição de Homens. Afinal como me dizia um amigo: As prisões foram feitas pros Homens assim como esta arma biológica, ou não é de interesse resolver o problema.
À democracia do momento exige-se regidez e a meu ver que nada invejo na política averdadeira democracia têm regras a esta pátria a quem devemos a vida. Pensem senhores se é que ainda vamos a tempo.
Autor: António Benigno
Código de Autor: 2020.03.25.23.08.03.01
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 3:03 AM UTC