"amply" poems
Chairs in the room
Vacant
Because
Alone
Requires
Emptiness
On the table
Papers
Requiring attention
Strewn to the side
And left
Alone
Fire in the hearth
No one
To watch it
Empty room
Amply furnished
Ticking clocks
No one
To listen
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC
i was born of rough cloth.
it cradled me from youth
it kept me scarcely warm,
and amply humble.
but i grew a longing for silk and silver—
a softer touch,
a glimmer around my neck.
my head rests against your chest—
your cashmere skin greets my weary cheek
i hear that gem beating in your jewelry box
a scarlet ruby,
plated in the pure gold of your love.
i run my fingers through your amber satin ribbons.
you laugh a music box tune and i long to dance.
your smile shines in pure ivory,
and your eyes twinkle with a clarity
the finest of diamonds envy.
i look at you,
rich with love
and i remember
my wealth.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
When all alone, true emotions become exposed;
the memories are no longer hiding within.
The pain and sorrow that are so often closed,
are brought to the surface usually concealed by the skin.
Smiles turn down with descending tears,
empty thoughts flow through your mind.
Goals and content have begun to disappear,
replaced with heartache so blind.
In time the light will amply return
and you can once again make it easily through your days.
Each heartbreak brings a new lesson to learn;
new emotions, new feelings, will start to make way.
So in a moment of weakness,
where it feels as though your heart is broken
Divulge your uniqueness;
to new opportunities your eyes will be open.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 9:54 AM UTC
Shakespeare’s Dog
in the theater tonight, the notion of a poem-potion
courtesy of Shakespeare's dog came unbidden
So when home arrived, was unsurprised that this
very peculiar pug was farting before my own front door.
get lost, I announced got what I need from your boss,
but before I could kick him across the floor,
the pug spake thusly:
*this dog knows the boot too well,
it is parcel of this dog's life of no quality,
but if you give me shelter tonite, I will provide,
share some of Speare's un-Published Works
and you can claim it as your own!*
kicked that dog across the room,
(having pity earlier I let him in and enter)
told Jim, (that’s what I called him)
he can stay the night, or long as the sun rises up
and goes down unbidden, but, if I ever
caught him plagiarizing, selling sonnets on the side,
I would report him to the ASPCA and the Poet’s Union.
The American Society for the Poets of Conscience Alive -
might have his low hanging ***** cut off in retribution.
he laughed out loud, rhyming funny, pontificating:
*well mate,
thanks for the soliloquy,
me ***** long time gone,
but what I know and what I’ve seen
if tale-told you, and you were to listen,
you would keep me around as fodder
for your artistic soul.
in return chappie,
you need only provide me a rug, a fire,
A/C for the languid summer eves,
fodder for me body, and your boots,
far removed from my hindquarters.*
We spoke much thereafter,
turns out he served his poet-masters
in many ways, more than a mere footstool.
his snoring keeps me awake some twenty years later.
his love for country music makes me put him on nice days,
outdoors, his headphones securely strapped round his double chins.
ugh that pug. became my best becoming love, old friend,
one of us will pass someday and an elegy composition,
the other devotee will furnish sadness utterly becoming.
so if a farting pug before your door you’ve found,
take him in, give him water, an amply supply please
of Carrie, Trisha and Chaplin-Carpenter for his immortal soul,
but beware, he might try to sell you
some of my words, as your own.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine;
Refresh your recollection,
And sit a moment, to define
His means of self-protection.
How truly fortified is he!
Where is the beast his double
In forethought of emergency
And readiness for trouble?
Recall his figure, and his shade--
How deftly planned and clearly
For slithering through the dappled glade
Unseen, or pretty nearly.
Yet should an alien eye discern
His presence in the woodland,
How little has he left to learn
Of self-defense! My good land!
For he can run, as swift as sound,
To where his goose may hang high--
Or ****** his head against the ground
And tunnel half to Shanghai;
Or he can climb the dizziest bough--
Unhesitant, mechanic--
And, resting, dash from off his brow
The bitter beads of panic;
Or should pursuers press him hot,
One scarcely needs to mention
His quick and cruel barbs, that got
Shakespearean attention;
Or driven to his final ditch,
To his extremest thicket,
He'll fight with claws and molars (which
Is not considered cricket).
How amply armored, he, to fend
The fear of chase that haunts him!
How well prepared our little friend!--
And who the devil wants him?
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In moments of raging to the hospital, the jolts from the road, the squeal of the tires, and the tripping of your feet only multiply your anxiety. Delicacy is suspended amply in the air, hanging daintily on the thread of life and death.
Delicacy is the soft and inconsistent beeping from the cardiac monitor. It controls your thoughts; yet is only a shadow on your radar. It shares the rhythm of the pounding in your head, and the thumping in your chest. You strain to shut everything out, leaving only the shy quiver of breathe slithering out from their lax lips. Their lips tremor under the reign of some foreign enemy, and their eyes flutter from an unseen truth. It is the suffering you wish to unburden them from, the pain you would inflict upon yourself in return for both their lives intact.
Delicacy is a light fragrance, a mixture of disinfectant and sweat. Is it the scent of creating a life, or the imminent end of it? Beads of perspiration stream down your face and sting your eyes.
The sweet caress of silk treads faintly underneath your fingertips. You rub the back of her hand, clammy and fragile. Rubbing the skin, you forget who the comfort is more for while footsteps pierce the stillness in the air. A figure dawned in white appears before you. Their form blurs in and out of focus, their voice a toneless muddle seeping through your cloud of stupor.
Delicacy is a whisper flashing goosebumps across your skin, "We can only save one of them." It is the realization that too much pressure, and two months premature, is a cocktail dyed with poison. She looks to you with eyes of understanding and acceptance.
Delicacy is the collapsing of all you know. It is the berating of incoherent words tumbling from your lips for the pure sake of escaping. You're swiftly taken from the room, kicking and screaming to the hallway.
The unsettling tick of the clock mocks your every fiber. You **** the void of silence with the tapping of your foot, taming yourself from barging your way into the room. With the screaming from the bed, the instinct of protection, the stiffening of your back, the nurse quickly ushers you back in.
The soft and consistent rising of the baby's chest is surrounded with the light fragrance of life. The plush fibers of the yellow blanket tug on the skin of your fingertips. The fascination apparent in your eyes, look to her while wondering how this little body will have the biggest impact on your life. Delicacy is the soft whisper flashing goosebumps across your skin, "We made it."
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
Sly, shy shadow,
capturing attention,
photons fail,
within delicious
dimension.
Indicating ably,
though quite indirectly,
amply, firmly, softly,
lovely, young fecundity
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
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When the Astronomer stops seeking
For his Pleiad’s Face—
When the lone British Lady
Forsakes the Arctic Race
When to his Covenant Needle
The Sailor doubting turns—
It will be amply early
To ask what treason means.
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More Life—went out—when He went
Than Ordinary Breath—
Lit with a finer Phosphor—
Requiring in the Quench—
A Power of Renowned Cold,
The Climate of the Grave
A Temperature just adequate
So Anthracite, to live—
For some—an Ampler Zero—
A Frost more needle keen
Is necessary, to reduce
The Ethiop within.
Others—extinguish easier—
A Gnat’s minutest Fan
Sufficient to obliterate
A Tract of Citizen—
Whose Peat lift—amply vivid—
Ignores the solemn News
That Popocatapel exists—
Or Etna’s Scarlets, Choose—
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It rained on and on.
The fire in the hearth
Had long died out.
Hunger grew,
Frustration raged.
Vultures swooped down
to feed on flesh.
Half willing, half resenting,
Surrendered, rather subdued,
Desires spilled over,
Bristles pricking
From ***** to *****
Thrusting and tearing
Devouring in greedy gulp
Waves surging past the log
Passion spent,
Hunger appeased,
Purse strings loosened,
Silver coins tinkled.
Amply paid,
Her wages of shame……
The toil not wasted!
The reel of Time unwound itself,
And the scenes, constantly replayed.
‘Exploring hands encounter(ed) no defense’.
Each day closed in ****** h(r) ut,
When the h(r) ut turned a ****
She started to rot.
Feeble she grew,
Languid she became,
Body thinned,
Energy waned,
Ailments plagued,
And
Immunity lost!
Now,
She lives an outcast.
A wild flower
wilted by the wind!
A luscious fruit
blighted by the worms!
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC
As a child I cried
When denied
Your creamy-white inside
So fresh and benign
You gave me addictive, bloodshot eyes
Like a sugary sweet joyride
I long for you by my side
Comforting lone nights, amply supplied
I could eat you poolside
Or outside
Inside or in a landslide,
Hearthside or in a hayride,
Formerly provided storewide
Now you sit on the offside
Nowhere I can find,
Saddened am I,
To see that Chauncey crocodile has finally dried,
Along with hostess, and died.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 1:47 AM UTC
from the high balcony,
when i view
the cityscape is still
under the spell of chill.
early morning mist
the happy daughters of winter,
dance in an intoxicated mood,
swirling, twisting and quickly changing mind,
in a lively display of female grace,
now running away to dance
with romantic wind,
meeting confidently his challenge.
then the sun, red faced, impatient
tries to force his way in,
the female power of mist is now evident,
his attempts didn't that much succeed,
these lithe maiden won't stand
his macho attitude, it's amply clear.
Slighted sun awaits
the mirth of mist to subdue,
the moment they get tired.
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 2:27 AM UTC
In my mind I see beauty,
Priceless imaginations and fantasies,
Still so many pass by,
Never to have truly lived;
A Spalsh of water,
Dozens of droplets left
To hang in suspension,
Temporarily weightless;
A hillside ablaze, tragic
As it might be, as the tress
A hundred feet tall fall,
Yet life will renew one day;
Two bodies lie together,
One wrapped by the arms
Of another, in silence,
Motionless, in love;
Standing on the shore,
Waves thrashing about ankles,
The sunset so still,
Sleepy above the horizon;
Summer rains
Drench our clothes,
As thunder and lightning
Storm and rumble our hearts;
Laying in the grass,
Warm and dry and green,
Watching from above,
As clouds pass below;
Lengthy moments, with
Another, and you see
Behind those eyes,
The discorded truth;
The capricious life,
Led when one finds
Adventure - finally,
Air that gives breath;
Trees in a forest,
Shuddering in wind
Prepared to die,
To serve others always;
The dance of a flame,
Lit upon a candle,
As if it was such a stage,
Of respect and acclimation,
The embrace of friends,
Love, new and old,
Kinship undying,
Future unnerving;
An infant child,
Held in arms built of
Love and other fine things,
Spoken to in honest tongue;
An evening in the yard,
A ball tossed about,
Suns set each time,
Times long since past;
The will to live,
Truly a special gift,
That which not all ascertain,
Not granted to all alive;
The symphony made up,
From tiny noises does it emanate,
Strong, resolute, with finesse
Collectively, in cooperation;
From atop the highest peaks,
On mountain tops abroad,
The world sprawled out
In utterly perfect disarray;
Passion for Love and Living,
For oneself and for others,
For the tradition and routine,
For the surprise and serendipitous;
Crystal clear waters,
Amply temperate air,
Sunlight broken intermittently,
By green trees and foliage abound;
The propensity to change,
To mold, shape, to evolve,
In fear out of the light,
Found within everything.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
remember in my story
how you wept on the monument
your tears staining the feet of soldiers
row men
who killed amply and without judgment
your eyes do that now
rip throats out from beneath my fairy tales
your hands are deeper than they used to be
i think you’ve burnt a real levy this time
the shores agree and mock my tone
creeping
like your hair brushed along my back
im soothed by the patience
of eyes
tying me to a fever
that begins below the skin
have me for dinner
and don’t look at me once
just mouth words
like pacifier
and forget-me-not
wishes like be the one
please i beg
for scraps from the table
bits of meats
ripped with your teeth
glistening with your spit
the devouring of my mind
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
your arms-the thorns of my body so strategically placed;
protecting my vulnerable frame
your lips akin to petals; kiss tender 'n eager
every breath's aura so congenial
your support resembling stem to strengthen and meddle me straight,
yet staying amply meek
your faith is purely fervent and keeps you veraciously planted- just as strong roots
your charming quirks protrude similar to leaves
distributed throughout; nothing shy of perfect
your bold personae is exclusive;
a risqué hue of disposition-
solely invaluable
my darling rose
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
Grind me to dust -
Go on do it;
I'm simply waiting for you to make the first move
-Amply,
your innate poignancy shatters my every statue and taboo;
So that I'm left to blossom again
Permeate me;
Or eliminate me,
Though I'd rather flourish with you than perish
Break down my walls,
Rip me apart;
As we stand arm in arm while I do the same
So place us in a mold,
Lets blend together
Mesh with me
We could synthesize;
Or divide
It's only a matter of time,
An eventuality
before we'd reamalgamate anyway
You're the math to my abstract;
So should you calculate or speculate?
- Or perpetuate while we vegetate?
Would you,
Could you
conquer the inevitable?
Could you,
Would you
ever endeavor?
You are the order to my chaos
We could burgeon in oblivion,
though I'd rather balance in harmony
It's black and white at the same time
Like cognitive dissonance
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 7:37 AM UTC
**Songs of Zion from the distant shore,
They are pealing , sweetly pealing,
Zion's sons are firstfruits unto God,
In their mouth no murmuring.
They are virgins, holy , undefiled,
See them standing - great high calling,
In their trials they were sore oppressed,
But were dauntless through His grace.
From the heights of Zion they reign,
All their loss has turned to gain,
They shall see His face, they bear His name,
And sing a song unique,
What a meeting over there,
Oh, the glory they do share,
And with Jesus they shall stand on Zion evermore.
Heights of Zion is the pilgrim's goal,
They are shining , brightly shining,
Voices there like many waters sound,
Breaking forth like thundering ,
They are servants wholly sanctified ,
In their counsel , God directing,
They shall ever and for ever reign,
This is Zion's heritage.
Holy Zion is the Father's choice,
God is planning , greatly planning,
City Crystal, richly garnished there,
Perfect rest and harmony.
Where the saints are truly magnified ,
Harps there strung show love prevading,
In that land where love for ever reigns,
All in perfect symphony.
Christ on Zion is the corner stone,
God is building , surely building,
Holy temple with the bulwarks rare,
Zion's work is far reaching .
See the Lord comes amply satisfied,
For our Christ has great discerning ,
Since He has built all her structures fine,
Great this Zion's mystery.**
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
*I confess to you
I hardly confess to her.*
Why I say this is
I often deliberately miss
To say the sorry-s I owe her
For having found fault with her
Only discovering after some hours
It was me who was wrong all along
What she did was amply right
What she did was with farsight
Her acts take care of only my needs
My wants she always perfectly reads.
A piece of the dairy white sweet in my lunchbox
Soft silken milky treat
When melts in my mouth
I remember this morn I told her
*Why you bring these ****** plain sweets
And not those juicy colored scented treats
Don’t put any of those in my lunchbox*
Not caring her face’s strains of shocks!
I have forgotten though she has remembered
My utterings of emotion its every word
*How I miss dear those plain white sweets
Pure unencumbered most delightful treat.*
I have forgotten she remembers
My companion of all weathers
She picks my choice she knows my mind
Yet for her a sorry I hardly find.
**Don’t you think tonight in her ears
I should coo a sorry in unuttered whispers?**
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
Determination must be had to succeed
We cannot live just like that casually
Our mind must possess will-power amply
We must not be prone to temptations
Our goal must be carefully selected
And every moment for it must be lived
We must take steps to fulfill it wisely
We must not ignore it out of disgust
Skillfully by maneuvering toward mission
We must take concrete action shrewdly
Thousand ideas will be given by the World
But, we must stick to our goal to achieve
Enticing moments must be firmly tackled
We must not fall a prey for fate's traps
We must take judgements with real care
Our full brilliance must be displayed fully
In the absence of most sincere efforts
How can we attain glory creating history?
Never approach the goal with a weak mind
Proceed to prove your mind's supremacy.
Reluctant approach is a definite loser
Firm decision to toil brings great victory
Never hesitate, but ever be courageous
Only bravery is the answer for solutions.
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Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
The road is narrow
The path is dark
The ensuing sparrow
This pilgrimage, we shall embark!
The ferry set sailing
In search of an ark
Anubis, Osiris; hand in hand, hailing!
You people that do sleep, hark
Heart beats slowing, a few failing
meeting the written destiny
Shred by shred, bit by bit, haling
a sense of ennui envelopes amply
Vicious circle, round after round
moments of delights, some agony
what goes around, comes around
Seems to be in perfect harmony
6/25/2015
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
tea-cream earth underoak
lying drenched in sun gleam
streams, a sky in between
the green sheets laid upon
and the beamyblues
breezes blew past
our post-modern monument,
and I shuddered like the towers,
as i was amply leafed.
strong winds knocked
branches loose, falling from
seventy-four inches up in the air.
a logjam tore a hole
inside my artesian mouth.
still, fresh spring water
found a way out,
taking a ride in a turnstile
cycling through
riffle and pool
all the way to its end.
clothes soaked, made holey,
by rain no righteous men know;
I tried my hand with a needle and thread
still trying to forgive,
a soft fabric to sow.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
I'll always wait for you in the hours before rest
where sleep nips at my heels
and exhaustion clouds my eyes
but, unchangingly, you come near.
I never see you appear,
but you slip your fingers in the space
between my elbow
and waist,
and you slide your hands
from spine to navel,
and grasp your own elbows
with opposite hands.
Your strong jaw rests amply
in the soft crook of my neck,
and your coarse ****** hair finds comfort
nearest my flushed cheeks.
I breath a sigh of relief.
This is my home;
this is where I truly find rest.
And I wake up, and you're gone,
like you have been for many years,
and my lungs feel tight,
and my back bare,
and there
I wait
for you,
endlessly,
in these waiting hours.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 10:59 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 86
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Oh Dear beloved!
My intellectual debt towards you’
One can not amply repay.
In any possible form of;
Social wealth or eternal realm.
Either in this social life,
Or on any rare day of reckoning!
To except willingly surrenders,
To you as freed serf myself,
In your devotional love!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 6:19 AM UTC