"amiability" poems
Muddled yet accountable.
Sober yet lively.
Impassive yet doting.
Mixed bag of traits
define him.
Bowlful of big hearted fondness
he carries to embrace all.
Conviviality and amiability
are his favourite words.
Pile of rendezvous,
easy reach outlook,
entangles him in a maze.
Still an apple of everyone's eye and
quite a loved soul.
Being you and always there,
with joy I proclaim,
cuddling happiness and ease.
Best of our camaraderie,
brimming with our fond memoirs
is yet to be savoured.
Attachment and affection remains,
Love, regard grows each day, to remain forever.
Blessed to have you brother, friend!!
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 7:22 AM UTC
Every morning the first thing
is do the subtraction
washing the body
from head to toe
drain all the crud
excretion
combing to get rid of some fallen hair
then do the addition
shove one capsule after another
down the stomach
when it's getting chilly
and there's no color green in front of you
take some vitamin C
to allow some green herbage
grow in your system
when it's dawn
and the sun keeps bouncing up and down
take some Prozac to reduce
the bumpiness of the road
when i was little
i was like a pill
trying to get into the tummy
the tummy was big and strong
and i was thrown all over the place
now the pill found that i was its rival
and had to tame my raging waves
i began to obey
the pill releases tenderness
and soothes me with a sanguine
emoji
it conducts the music
of the forest glade
inviting the swans
with its verdant melody
and my fingers no longer want
to reach the sky
my eyes choose the tranquility
of a placid lake
i even started liking the sound
of putrefaction that is not of impulse
but of delight in transiency
now i submit to this tiny ruler
mysterious yet earnest
that resides in the horizon
i like the freedom
i don't object to its amiability
nor its autocracy.
Nov 22, 2022
Nov 22, 2022 at 7:51 AM UTC
Substratum
Beneath the surface there are blocks of time
a keep ticking ticker
investments in soiled identities that are loosing
clots of what never was.
There is treasure too, locked away in a nautilus shell
waiting for the call of the wild key
bits and bobs of let loose and fancy free
Also locked away is my familiar
azure blue and tonic green amiability
The 'cannot' telling is the buzzing round your
sailent (fears) ears,
like unused sails
slapping at thin defeated air strikes called
possibilities...
here
I avoid all contact
(you asked me to)
yet here
you display stagnent reaction
with absent mind
you forget the yesterdays
and how you long to hear
what you ask me not to say
absent now
both of us have decided in secret:
lock out the playful place
slide below the surface (substratum)
(we find) serendipitous angst, common place
cross our fingers behind our backs
as promises
will not fix our fateful syntax
Linaji
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 11:42 AM UTC
I hang up after speaking to a high school friend,
the idea of change and the past few years against the present’s
current creates an overcast in my head, like the nights
I sit outside, searching for the moon.
I’ve found liberty lingers in the harsh smell
of lent cigarettes. It collects in a shot glass, shines
in the eyes of my best friend as 2 AM ticks out
the blame she harbors and my ongoing inadequacies
stemming from the need to please teachers
and parents, my peers, earning me the gentle title
of Class Peach, which held expectations like
amiability and persisting kindness too high
for me to knock off the shelf of reputation.
Academics pushed me, but books and poetry allowed
me to look through the keyhole, a world
where humanity rips off restraints to help
each other become free, encouraging the trip
along white and yellow lines leading to different places.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
the beings who float around in outer space
will never come to reside in this place
they've observed our warring ways
and from them they wish to stay away
they seek a residency of peacefulness
not a planet of ugliness and cruelness
their craft keep whizzing past here
our planet is so wet with so many tears
their way of life is founded on harmony
they are beings who live for amiability
our weaponry would make them so so sad
as they know that they are so very bad
they are ever watching us killing each other
and they'd never do this to their brothers
they believe in the power of dialogue
not of conflict and deadly catalogues
so fear not earthlings about space beings
they are steering clear of all human beings
war fare shall not assail us from space
the beings from space are a placid race
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 6:13 AM UTC
the beings who float around in outer space
will never come to reside in this place
they've observed our warring ways
and from them they wish to stay away
they seek a residency of peacefulness
not a planet of ugliness and cruelness
their craft keep whizzing past here
our planet so wet with so many tears
their way of life is founded on harmony
they are beings who live for amiability
our weaponry makes them ever so sad
as they know that it is so very bad
they're ever watching us killing each other
and they'd never do this to their brothers
they believe in the power of dialogue
not of conflict and deathly catalogues
so fear not Earthlings about space beings
they're steering well clear of all human beings
war fare shall not assail us from space
the beings from space are a placid race
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
The real question I am asking here
up and over the stillness of cold water, I cry out into this vast world
Will your amiability bid you dance with a skeleton?
or throw her into the *** of the sea
given she trust herself enough to divulge herself in meeting thee
and from the waters you hoisted my unembellished identity with your feeble hands
I have shown you my true self as hard and ridgid
as coarse as sand
wont you display, your darkest primordial wishes
or does it manifest as all that I see you for now?
with insights into mortality will you spare just a tear
in sight of your own morality
for your wounds
it will kindle in me a thirst I've not yet quenched
even as the rolling ocean was wrenched from inside me
perhaps I'm offered this gift, I may very well present a gift for you
You lacked the experience to meet me fully through...
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC
Thy moon and thy stars hath all been taken
Her heart lives no longer in thy sphere
Our harmony of one hath been forsaken
It skipped well out of the atmosphere
Where once love did sing its beaming refrain
Murky clouds of mistrust came along to stay
Thy realm e'er replete with pain's lasting stain
How could of it all ended this very way
Reason's voice did speak to thy heart so clear
Love hath drifted to a far locality
On paths separate not meant to endear
Thy shall seek a lady of amiability
Though all is shaded in a heavy slate lead
Thy shall eye horizons that lay ahead
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
The stars I cannot reach, they're as far as the pastor on the pulpit as he'd preach. They're as vague as mother's speech when she'd teach
Prison walls concealing me. High walls confining me
Caged in a cubicle, I'm a boisterous being
I'm at a den
I'm the lion and the prey
Words slap me back as I pray
It's a wrestling match between myself and my demons
Where if higher I'd have undeniable intellect and reason
I am a slave of hope and a sorry case for dreams
When will I leave this place where they took my life away
Was it so horrible that crime that with my life I had to pay?
Prison bars I draw the energy and strength of the steels as I hold
I am getting out of this place wise and bold
Sunrise reminds me of regret, how I let them take my life away,
How I had to be militant,
unyielding and fight on the day
Prison bars fade so I can see the way
Rain or shine I have only pain and sorrow to claim as mine
It's a dark place in which cries echo and songs of weeping are sung
There was a number of men singing songs of sore souls and I heard the heartbeat of a woman
Moments still live and I levitate, my heart cascades and the memory remains firm and thorough,
the memory of love, the unity of family, the memory of amiability and brotherhood
The memory of the forgotten wars and the terror of crippled minds
What weapons have I to save a dying legacy?
Prison bars acknowledge the vocal emotion that is within me and free me
Yield as you realise they can't take my soul
Yield as you notice that a home could heal
Surrender for I have a worldly good in store
Shake and dither as the beating of my heart makes you uneasy
Break down as I refuse to stay down
Melt as I cry out tears as hot as lava
Give me a chance to find a lover
Prison bars give me chance to create another
I hear the wings of a bird flapping and I remember the breath of life
The song that faith inspires lives again
I sound deafening noises that eradicate the constriction
I hold it firmly til it comes crumbling down
It is an army of a new generation
Soldiers who have souls
Prison bars fall down to the floor
It is a tale it is folklore
There's more to life than death; I die no more
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
unwilling of compunction
not the demeanor saturated
in friendships coagulation
e'er the situation constant
doth prevail
retracted the hand
withdrawn
amiability not available
amity the linking of finger tips
across the vast expanse of the seas
so often we forget
our foreign brothers and sisters plight
and ne'er stretch out our arms
to ameliorate their difficulties of night
humanity
has lost
its ability
to give of affability
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
Is it true?
Think thoroughly
Close the doors
Are you ready to face them?
You don’t have to be the one
That opens the curtains in the morning
But why not?
How about we try?
Consecutive success sounds boring
Let’s try something new this time
Just for once
It probably won’t hurt
It’s much easier to stop than you think
It’s mostly your childhood bias that makes you think so
Children find it hard to resist pleasure
You? Not as much as them
Experiment
It’s fun to do every once in a while
Sometimes you’ll see something interesting at school
You don’t need to befriend every single person
In the same vein,
You don’t need to have everyone’s amiability
It would be better, but it’s not necessary
You will meet some friends
Some who will stay with you
Some who shared a chapter of your life
And gave their farewells
And one
(Or two. Or three. However you like)
Of those who stay
Will be your lover
(Or lovers. However you like)
Sometimes it’s easier to laugh than mope
If doing something for yourself means
That you should do something you dislike
Choose one. There’s no wrong answer
But remember the consequences
You might not always like them
When you decide you want to love
Deciding is enough
It might come, or it might not
Whatever it is, enjoy
You aren’t your ideal of beauty
But if you look at yourself long enough
In the mirror
You will see what some others do
Stare into your eyes
Caress the shape of your lips with your gaze
Try and stare apathetically at your reflection
You can’t
Do you have a hairy body?
Okay
Do you have a hairless body?
Alright
Decisions, decisions...
They make up most
But not all
Even so, it's a step
So your friend liked it
Do you actually want to lend it?
Do you feel obligated to?
Because if you don't want to, don't
If let, people will choose to ignore
Not many want to engage
You are what you want to be
You might not think so, but it counts
At least, where it matters
What matters who you love?
Relying on family's support...
It's nothing to worry about.
They'll die at some point, and you are free of them.
There's no shame in breaking off from the chain.
Keep your support, don't alienate them
But don't depend on them. For if you want freedom,
You need your own help
But most of all
remember that everything will be okay.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
Your embrace makes my being lift.
When this occurs my heart and brain adrift.
As though they are two desolate currents.
Lorelei is your depiction , you're enchantment wields me to your control.
I have no choice but to be thole.
But this is the path I choose , you have no imperfection , I wouldn't gaze upon you if you weren't.
You contain a certain amiability
You possess gentility and stability that makes me undergo a sense of tranquility.
Never have I seen someone as you , who can stand brazen after all you've been through.
I just have a aspiration that the world also would see what I do.
But I'm afraid they may go blind because you're so bright.
I hope you liked my plight.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
She does not perorate to him, fear fills her mind & croor why?...it is unknown but everytime their eyes meet her child skips a brum beat, her paunch gets overwrought in his presence, her soul longs for his aid, her child longs for his amiability, her oculus longs for his oculus to domineerin' hers, her frame longs for his predilection, her hand longs for his...but winter rests long & stubbornly between them she serenades for him but he evades her serenades she falls on her knees & weeps & ensecure herself like a tranchula does.
Weeks feel like months somber is her new lust partner, her life companion & their child is the one that loafs in her ******* tucked away, unpoisonous. Her child is what keeps the muted predecessor alive & what made her so stonewall & untrustin' bourgeois to emancipate her & her child...the muted predecessor & her child have been indignant to many times & she isn't contingentin' never more, mother grows enervated & distended from the correlations she went through & the many bourgeois her child has met & adored deeply & who it has played with & now predecessor & progeny are aghast to amity & entrust anyone they meet...
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC
She had, to be fair, a rather nice voice,
Pleaant in a steamy-shower-and-church-choir sort of way,
So it hadn’t been simply empty patter on his part
The opportunistic language of courting
(Though there was no shortage of that,
But she’d recognized it as such, writing it off
As something she’d deal with later)
And so she would serenade him,
Softly if not just simply humming,
In one of the common rooms
Scattered about the cold cow college they attended,
Or some bench on campus
During the fleeting bits of summer or spring
The land enjoyed before the earth locked-up for the winter,
And later still after the requisite preambles
Involving showers of rice and self-conscious dancing,
Gaily tossed garters and force-fed cake,
Her voice retaining its amiability,
Though often for her sole enjoyment,
As there were late meetings and flat tires,
Out of town conferences and overdue notices,
And in time those nattering bits and bobs
Which required their presence in separate locales
Seeped under the same roof,
Their dinners together brief gulped-down affairs,
The evenings spent in separate rooms
Perched in front of separate screens,
The chasm only breached by infrequent **********
(The process either perfunctory expressions of guilt
Or hopelessly frenetic and ultimately empty)
And she would often don a set of headphones,
Pulling up playlists of the old songs,
Though there seemed to be an emphasis
On those tunes of a rather minor key.
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 4:12 PM UTC