"anf" poems
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Dear New Poet:
Then I'm your man,
your very own
Northern star,
one leg up of a
3 legged stool,
upon which all,
we, enthroned poets,
the world-over,
do rule
the honor you
bequeath me
to be,
a first follower,
your very own
first responder,
it, cannot be
disdained
nor
diminished
this instance,
this birth,
a novice revival,
heart transplant,
makes it
the sweetest blessing
to be the first—
let us be
the quencher
of a desert thirst so long
in the parching,
the throat burning,
by a desert sojourning,
of a now ending
forty times
four hundred years
so come to me!
message me a message,
find me a find,
your poem fine,
so now we vow,
our embrace will
ne’er be broken
give me this
honorific!
let us together
be terrific,
raise our glasses,
with arms entwined
toasting you and
all that mind and
breasted chest of yours,
full bursting from
its future~contains,
of which,
its full release,
brings a fuller life
for us both
I am a father.
I am a grandfather.
I am a First Follower.
and a First Responder,
for all who needs a leg up,
so step upon my heart,
it be but a first step upon a
ladder with no top, no end ensighted
my legs are as old as time, but,
measure me not by the rings and
the metered scales of gray hair aging,
shock of white, a cain mark, wizard-wizened
but
by the muscles
of my deep affection,
the solemnity of this,
my irrevocable promise
this,
the blessing
we both make and earn,
when you write,
and while we wait,
in quiet attendance -
for all of your good works,
your kept promises
Blessed
are You Lord our God,
Ruler of the Universe
who has given us life,
sustained us until now,
***allowing, allying, and
alloying***
the treader of treacherous waters,
reader, writer, swimmer,
to reach, meet, embrace
and greet this day,
this new born poem,
with hallelujahs
whispering and shoutings
together,
as one
in one, of one,
one
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
We have always thought of nature as something of wild life,blooming flowers anf sunnny days.But nature is maturing bringing rainy days when we are sad and lightening and thunder when we're mad sunny days when we're happy but nature is maturing in a so different way life us being brought into it familes explore it.Can you explore A maturing nature?
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
The Poet is the language,the mystery of Monalisa's smile,
the brush of Caravaggio and the finest painting of Vangogh.
The Poet is the sonnet of Mozart anf the symphony of Bach,
a tragedy of Shakespeare and the saddest verse of Pablo Neruda.
The Poet is the blue Danube in waltz and the Swan Lake in Ballet.
The Poet is the renaissance of passion and the remnant of life,
the dilemma of morality,the shadow of deed,and the ombra of sin.
The Poet is the fantasy of each Sunrise and the illusion of every Sunset,
the wave in tide of wishes,carried in a bottle to dune drunk shore.
The Poet is the believer, dream lover in a hot passionate crazy affair,
the magician who creates fables and fairytales from a deadly reality.
The Poet is the worker who works and works to survive,to cope in this
demanding,sophisticated,stigmatic concrete hypocratic world.
The Poet is the thief of time,with eyes flutterin on late nights,
Still loyal to the pen,His thoughts in verse,bleedin fragranted words.
The Poet is an Omnipotent servant,with a will to ask and crave to learn.
A Philosopher,whose always an amateur in the pursuit of wisdom.
The Poet is an eternal slave of His Muse,the beverage of inspiration,
the spouse married to literature,adulterer of lyric,deceiver of prose.
He Knows no lapsus in all that is scandalous,royalty or sacred.
He is the artist, musician, actor,the clairvoyant of destined paths.
He is the cheap clay's mold,carved in the sculpture of the next century.
The Poet is the unfinished book,the chapter in yesterday,
He is the Nobody of today and the bookmark of tomorrow.
T H E POET IS YOU ! ! !
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 10:29 PM UTC
and when the stars
kiss the moon,
i'll be looking at you,
absorbing every
flawless angle of you
anf while my
dilated pupils
are fixiated on
you, you'll
turn to me,
srcunch your nose,
smile a distant smile,
and i'll wake up
from my
silly daydream.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 6:52 AM UTC
Wait a minute baby can you tell me? Promise you'll be honest and that you tell me the truth about everything you feeling even if it hurts me tell me now if you can i just want to know why you can't love me the way I need to be love? Boy i just want to understand and I need to understand is it the way I wear my hair or the way I dress or its cause you want a girl with a big ***** Boy keep it real with me why won't you love me the way I need to be love boy my heart keeps crying cause I need to feel love boy tell me tell me this is it something wrong with me? It's cause I keep trying to tell you how I feel. Boy I starting to hate the morning cause I know what they bring you get up anf take a shower in no time you're leaving and I know it sounds so so selfish but I can't help but think that if you knew how much I need you'd stay you just don't understand I even hate goodbye I hate these tears in my eyes I even hate myself for the way I feel about you everytime I've had enough of wishing that you were around me everyday and every night its to much that I starting to hate love yeah I said I'm starting to hate love woooo woooo I even hate your phone calls in the middle of the day cause all it do is remind me that my baby is so far away it drives me crazy baby ans I know its hard for you to understand what I'm saying I guess I just dont want to feel this along(I can't help it) everytime you walk out the door I start missing you (I can't help it no) wish I didn't need you this much(I can't help it) but I just love hard and I hate it.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
I write this
Through watery eyes
and trembling hands.
Who are you?
Am... I a monster?
I don't remember doing anything...
Last night you confessed
You felt so happy and loved...
Till i went to sleep.
Awakening to y-you...
Only
That wasn't you...
You acted like... I hated you...
Saying I wanted you gone...and
Didn't care...
I began trembling in fear...
Scared and worried if you were okay
You said you were sorry... that you were just stupid so...
I asked you what was wrong... worried
For the way you were acting
You told me... it didn't matter...that I d-didn't care...
By n-now im shaking and crying... what did i do?
I asked you again... why you were saying these things...
You...yelled...told me you didnt know and to get off your case...
I apologized... I was in the wrong... I guess...
Sunken into myself i jusy shook and trembled quietly...
Till you told me to...stop and be happy...
Be nice to you... and when i again questioned what you w-were saying... that was wrong... it w-was just me not caring again...
I put on a smile and wished you a good day in the hopes thats what you wanted anf that it'd make you happier... cept...
It wasn't the case... you called me out...
So I told you I wasnt happy... but afraid and confused...
Sorry for ruining your day i guess...
I dont know what just h-happened or w-who that was... but it happened three times... you'd apologize and then something would happen...
Is it...me?
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
i cant wait for the day,
i wake up in the morning
to my baby jumping on my bed.
and i open my eyes,
already laughing.
anf i smell the burning
of toast, while listening
to steps down the hall
to my room.
he walks in,
and i realize
my life is finally,
what ive always
wanted it to be.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
in two weeks it'll be thanksgiving and then it'll be the Sunday you broke up with me and I thought that by now I'd be okay but I still remember the bathroom stall I was sitting in the Monday after crying my eyes out because my mother insisted that I get out of bed and go do something so I could feel better and I remember being with my entire family and crying for an hour straight and my cousin coming outside and carrying me in because I couldn't even stand on my own two feet anf I couldn't stop vomiting your lies and your promises so he needed to get me to the bathroom and I remember when i finally was able to get out of bed and go to school and my grades plummeted and my teachers thought that I was just another lazy student that shakes a little too much and who leaves for the bathroom a little too often and who always comes back with bloodshot eyes and mascara on my neck because I was sitting there crying and I thought I had gotten every black speck off but I never did and I thought that I hid everything so well but then I remember when you called me in January drunk and told me you missed me and I rememberchoking back the tears and sayingthat I don't love you anymore but I think you could tell that you completely ripped up the floorboards in my heart and that I'm not going to get better for awhile and now I'm terrified because you were right and I'm still stubbing my toes on the nails sticking out the ground and I'm still getting splitters in my feet from the rotting wood and I'm still not okay.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
I'm sitting down here,
I'm sinking, falling, feeling.
I'm surrounded here,
but I feel lonely and concealing.
They don't understand,
this feeling, those thoughts.
They don't see me,
and how I'm getting lost.
It's hard to understand,
I know this to be true.
Not only have I gone through it,
but I saw it happen to you.
Sometimes when you're looking,
from the outside in.
You blame yourself for not realizing,
the hurt and anger within.
But when you're there,
in that situation at that time.
You don't understand your feelings,
how can they be mine?
I look back on these feelings,
on these times in life.
When all I felt was sadness,
the hurt and anger and strife.
And now I really know,
that all you can do is learn.
From the happiness, sadness,
each and every burn.
Life is filled with lessons,
anf here I raise my glass.
I proudly love me for me,
long time, at last.
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 5:55 PM UTC
Hang these flags as you would have our heads
Trapped from snapshots of two men in one cot
And even when
They weren't lusting, sinning, thrusting
How is it that that is what the puzzle makes out to be
One was terrified of the thunder and lightning
The other looking out for another
But as soon as you conjure up the word brother
All Hell breaks loose and the Chruches scream
Even when the two long haired women tangle together
Scandalous and **** profits and party
Based on their bust size and hair length
Throw in the noun sister and you have a sold out show
Selective, seducing, masquerades and markets
Like we are some animals bound to your chain
Cut along my veins and hold me to the light anf read me
Etched among myself are the scriptures of the already spoken
And the nes who aren't there yet.
We cannot hold the right to complain or banter
if we were not out in the streets, protesting, saying.
And we've all be persuaded into believing it's a blue sky
Until someone walks up and says it's purple
And the churches will look it up in their books
But who has time now adays for reading?
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
We bond fantastically :
You feed me mice and rice
You feed me bones and roses
And hi speed wi-fi
I'm your favorite pet
I'm your toy
I'm your cat I'm your pup
I'm your horse I'm your bunny
You call me your Big Furry Hurricane, Your Savage Cupid, your Golden Doodle
You're raising me
giving nice baths and haircut
To your beloved American Field lab
You teach me manners
In a natural way
Loving and sincere
I'm well behaved, anf well trained
I'm your emotional crutch
I'm your cane
You smell the sugarcane within my collar
And dive into my waterfalls
And hike my mountains
You're the camp tent
That keeps raindrops and winds far
And you cook incredible meals
Made of laughter and joy.
So I simmer far from the usual cages
And leashes and leads
I simmer between your eyelashes
And I dissolve myself under your island
Warm and sweet like instant coffee
Making you shiver with thunderous bliss.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 4:46 AM UTC
I am so thankful,
so grateful that you look at the good in me.
I appreciate it.
That you chose to see and focus on what I did right.
You focused on that one thing I did right.
That one thing I have done right.
You didn't rehearse all that I have done wrong.
You didn't do that.
You were angry, yes, but not for long.
You saw the good in me.
Anf you chose to focus on it.
I might have rebelled against you, hated you and hissed at you.
But when I came home to you, you ran towards me.
Kissing me all over.
Happy that I have come back home to you.
Thank you.
Truly I say thank you.
Thank. You.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
....Anf you swallowed the stars
As I drank the last moon
And we assaulted the night,
Woman, perhaps the violent
Touch like a river winding
Into the ravine where no dawn
Touches,
Perhaps I will find you
There in the moist of dawn's lips,
Taken aback like a surprised flower,
And all the world is a black rose,
Here I hold you blackest night,
Where the light escapes
Your ***** and I enter the edge
Of nowhere and forever
Take in rain of deepest tears....
Echoes of the child
Lost in a first virgins moan,
Take the heart where it beats no more
And I will be there in the ember,
Each a glory unto your night,
Set it on fire,
The blaze of your body
Where the nocturnal lovers
Die,
And awaken like in a blaze
Reborn in the fiery night.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
What's the point if i will die?
I cant make this time fly.
I play Russian Roulette before bed,
Maybe tonights the night ill be dead.
I will transform this tiny room,
Into a beautiful tomb,
In my locker you will find,
The fake wall and what's behind.
Pictures depicting the real me,
So everyone can finally see,
What's its like living my life,
Before you twisted the knife,
I learned something from school,
Anf I dont need a math tool,
Six out of six equals one.
Bullets in brains equal none.
Nothing means no more pain,
Like pollen washed away by rain.
There might be more,
Ill know when i hit the floor.
That's the last thing I said,
Now I only taste lead.
I only needed one blunder,
To end up six feet under.
Six feet below here i am.
Turns out heaven was a sham.
I now taste lead for an eternity,
Because i let pain define me.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
THE REAGANS KILLED MY BEST FRIEND
THOUSANDS MORE DEAD, THE PLAGUED MASSES PLEADING TO BE MADE CLEAN
THOUSANDS MORE INCARCERATED, THE JUNK SICK DESPERATION VOMITING UP DEMONS IN JAIL CELLS
THOUSANDS MORE HOMELESS, DEEMED WORTHY OF NOTHING MORE THAN SPARE PENNIES AND BARELY CONCEALED DISGUST
I will not let the blood be washed away
I will not let history paint you as Saint
I will not let you be made holy
I will not become another casualty in your war
Not while I still have a voice
I spit on your grave
I see red
I bleed red
I am red
I am a rifle
I am a nuclear warhead
I am a Contra weaponizing loopholes in the law to **** my enemies with
I am Osama bin Laden as the Crucifed Christ
I am the AIDS victim drinking drop by drop of toxic blood while the hawks of war stifle laughter from gay jokes in their capitals
I am the ****** bashing my head into a wall hoping to destroy the itch before it destroys me
I am the beggar who the wealth never trickled down to
I am the mental patient met with closed doors anf nothing but ammunition to soothe the screaming in my head
I am the workers on strike chiming out the death knell of the unions and my own autonomy
I am the Soviet child living one badly timed joke from holocaust
I AM THE DEATH MASK OF YOUR ANNIHILATION
I AM THE DAMAGE DONE
I AM WASHINGTON BURNING DOWN
I AM MOSCOW INSOMNIAC
I AM HINCKLEY IN MY DREAMS I **** YOU EVERY NIGHT
I AM WATCHING YOU RISE AGAIN
I AM TERRIFIED OF YOUR SURVIVAL
I AM READY TO DIE BEFORE I LET YOU RESUME CONTROL
I AM SICK OF LIVING IN YOUR SHADOW
I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
Time is like a shuttle
Leaving in spring, coming back in autumn
Blame flowers whiter and blossom
Whose mind is buried by time
If this dream is like a bird
Can’t fly across the ocean
scared after the dawn
memory is also blank
Even if love is the weakest existence
I still dispel all the haze
Who is waiting for whom
Who couldn’t bear to blame
Time hurriedly go away and come back
I don’t blame
because of you, the dust is falling
I’m not afraid
Be with you, across the mountains anf the sea
Listen to the wind and rain outside the window
toast disappearance of sorrow without restraint
hard to say secret without reservation
who can understand
Whenever time flies
wait for a lifetime
Fearless of past and future
Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 1:08 PM UTC
In a instant it tumbles
Everythibg ive worked
Scattered on the floor
In a million peices
That seem irratreivable
My education, my sanity
My self esteem
Beleif i could be something
But somehow
Your warm embrace
Gathers the shards
So sharp and cold
And welds them together
To remind me
The tears on my face
Have a rightful place
Anf that its okay
To not be play
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC
spectrum of identity
fearless whispers of rebellion
flowers rain down on us
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 6:27 AM UTC