"arguement" poems
Worlds physical? Or worlds mental?
It makes all the difference.
Without the sciences it wouldn't matter either way
The last time I was taken from earth without moving?
Excepting when reading, with math.
Tesselations and fractals and numbers
Numbers have a flow all their own
Without numbers, meter and rhyme couldn't be
Even now, without numbers this discussion could not be held
Even now this typing is numbers
It may not look it, but its all ones and zeroes
The angle and curvature of every letter defines language
I say nay my friend, nay
I never spoke the words declaring math and science the crown of humanity
And the words stating english its clothes
They are important, both in their own way,
But think of this: you cannot do math
Nor calculate the distance from venus to the
Andromodean galaxy without math
But think also of this: communication may exist without english
Numerical codes and codexes and letters written entirely in numbers or symbols
Do exist
I dare not refute the value of english, but do you argue the language or the study?
The study can be done away with and easily
Put to rest, as it had to be created
The language too was created and came from
Some mother language
But we always had math.
Does not even an ape know that an even split
To a banana is half?
Apes have no words as we think of them
But still, they do not have english
They don't have a grammar and spelling system nor manner of speaking,
They communicate perfectly well, even without words
But how are they to place value on objects without math?
Even some crude understanding of value
Is math
A banana must be worth less than two, no?
English resides on emotion and feeling, whereas math and numbers rest upon fact
How does one win an arguement without numbers?
Even now you use them.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 12:26 PM UTC
Say yes Say no
To sunshine in the morning To darkness when you're alone
Say yes Say no
To any piece of advice To the people who aren't true
Say yes Say no
To night lights on the city To lights in broad daylight
Say yes Say no
To snowfights on a winter day To fights with the real Ones
Say yes Say no
To everyone who might thank you To the ones who aren't thankful
Say yes Say no
To the strangers in need of directions To the strangers taking you away
Say yes Say no
To any sign of love To any sign of pain
Say yes Say no
To a stranger smiling at you To a stranger grinning at you
Say yes Say no
To the members of your family To familial arguement
Say yes Say no
To the signs from the Universe To the signs sent from underneath
Say yes Say no
To the differences in the world To hunger and poverty
Say yes Say no
To any change that occurs To people leaving you
Say yes Say no
To creative people To destroying humanity
Say yes Say no
To a candle in the dark To loneliness
Say yes  
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
In a foreign land,
over two thousand years ago,
there lived a man,
whom the world would come to know.
Raised out of Nazareth,
his humble place of birth,
tasked with spreading words of love,
and of peace throughout the Earth.
Many were his deeds,
and so timeless and true his word,
that he changed the shape of the world,
for those who saw and heard.
He challenged the authority,
of those who then held sway,
by telling common people that through his Father,
there lay a better way.
Challenged by his word,
and fearing influence on the wane,
by deceit and lie,
they sought to take control back again.
Despite his deeds and truth,
evident in what he taught,
by deception, lies and betrayal,
he was rounded up and caught.
In a trial that found no arguement,
to undermine what he had said,
he was sentenced to crucifixion,
nailed on a cross until he was dead.
I am sure you know the rest,
of how on the third day he did rise,
and you have seen our world still battling,
against the hate and all the lies.
On this very weekend, remember,
this man from long ago I beg,
for there is much more to this remembrance,
than the chocolate in your egg.
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 1:42 AM UTC
I have a undieing love for you that is a fact proven
And the strands of love we braided together these years are now groven
I would do anything for you my love runs that deep
But time of a love shared has began to get weak
But in my heart it will always be strong
But a relationship between us again now that would be wrong
Even though sometimes we talk on the phone I get lost in our past memories
Then the pains and sorrows of what we had harshly awakens me
But still I would do anything for you
But your let's try again plea just won't do
Yes baby I love you from the top of my head to the sole of my feet
And if you want me to keep loving you then you would just let me be
No I cannot pick up where we left off and start off new
Still some words you have said to me makes my face blue
Those arguement and fights.... you not coming home some nights
I cannot do it again baby not in this life
I love you enough to leave you its time to be with someone else
And so what if I fantasize about you at times I do it when I'm by myself
I love you enough to give it all up rather than hold it in
I loved you as my girl and I plan to love you more as a friend
Now don't try to put it all on me like I'm the one to blame
Yes I share part in this dilema but you never knew how to be tammed
Don't try to feed me the I changed lies and this time it will be right
Because even though it might be hard for you to believe I sleep great at night
But don't forget I love you
Love you enought to leave you as you have left me times before
For ya friends ya ******* and when you just wanted to be a *****
I have to much pride to have to set aside what my soul knows is correct
I love you baby I love you to death
But I'm not gonna die from stressful things you do
This is why I need you to respect the fact that I love you enought to leave you
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:44 PM UTC
Between the lights
There is a place
Brighting up at night
The corners of your face.
It's dark and almost empty
Except for horrible thoughts
It's just unnecessary
And your heart isn't tough.
Neither of us like it,
Every problem opens another door
But we have to deal with it
It's not something we can ignore.
We can't always be strong
But two is better than one,
We can sometimes be wrong,
Life isn't about perfection.
Between the lights
There is a place
Where we can fight
Then fall into your embrace.
But when the doors are closed
And nothing can escape,
We can finally be close
I can see the smile on your face.
We have talked to each other
About that place we don't want to visit
But if we must, to be together,
Then be it.
Although there is nothing better
Than that moment
When we forgive each other
And forget the arguement.
Then I can spend the night with you,
Hold you tight against me,
Be as still as a statue
When you kiss my body.
They say love can't be perfect.
But what do they know about perfection ?
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 11:45 AM UTC
Listen for the silence
That's when you know you have been heard
Listen for the silence
Then you dare not speak a word
Listen for the silence
As they think of a reply
Listen for the silence
But, don't confuse it with a sigh
Listen for the silence
You got your point across
Listen for the silence
You know you have them at a loss
Listen for the silence
It's when they're backed up to the wall
Listen for the silence
You know they are about to fall
Listen for the silence
You know the arguement is won
Listen for the silence
Say no more, the fight is done
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
You say it all the time
“I love you.”
And I hear it
I know.
But when you come home from a long day
And the world has beaten you down
And you feel like the only thing holding you together
Is the thin layer of flesh that covers your body
When you wake up and you feel that if you leave your bed
Somehow, there are puzzle pieces of you that are stuck inside your sheets
And on the nights when you cannot remember what sleep is
And your mind begins to crumble like sand in an hourglass
And your skull begins to feel empty
Hearing the words “I love you.” should fill the cracks of your aching body
Bind the pieces that seem to fall apart
Solidify the thoughts in your mind.
When you say “I love you”
I can feel it struggle to find its way to the areas of me that need care
But it cannot get past the part of me that has grown hard
I have never understood your love
And in the attempt to learn to, most of me has become callused
Years of numbing the pain to try and learn how you love
Only to become immune to it.
Please understand I am making changes, I am becoming my own person
I am leaving for now
I am leaving for the times that I felt uncomfortable eating
Because you always seems to have a comment about my size
I am leaving for the nights where all I remember is screaming
Pretending that everything was alright, even though I was scared to death
I am leaving for the times I desperately needed a shoulder to cry on
But knew that if I turned to you I would be scolded instead of comforted
I am leaving for the times where your anger would get the best of you
And you would push me in an attempt to win the arguement
I am leaving for all the times I was told to be quiet
When all I ever wanted to do was sing at the top of my lungs
I am leaving for the times when I should have been the one crying
But instead I comforted you because you couldn’t be strong
I am leaving for the times when you told me that what I was feeling wasn’t real
Because I had a good life
I am sorry that I cannot find a way to accept your love
That your words can’t seem to flow through my cracks with the same ease as others
But I am leaving
And maybe someday I will understand how you love me
And your words will make me feel warm instead of nothing at all
I am leaving
For now
But please don’t forget me
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
Everyone I am surrounded by believes
There is someone up above
I cannot and will not believe
In a god that has shown no love
Where was he when I needed a friend to hug?
I have spent countless hours in prayer
Not once have I heard or seen
A sign to signal he was there
I have wailed out to him in agony
Pain reflected in loud cry
Waited for an answer
Silence was my only reply
I have thanked him for the good things
Worshipped him singing songs
Asked to cleanse me of my sins
Forgive me for my wrongs
What have I got in return
Nothing that i have seen so far
So how come i am the only one
Who sees you, what you truly are?
False figment of imagination
You were invented by a book
Sold to humans who were too foolish
To bother with a second glance or look
They say God loves each one of his children
Its clear he only loves a portion
He despises all homosexuals
And every girl who has had an abortion
It seems every Christian I meet
Forces conservative agenda on me
Shove beliefs down my throat
I hate Christianity!
Answers I seek cannot be found there
Not in search of some holier light
Moral compass I stand behind is sound
Hesitation is what I am hoping to incite
The word of god is abused as a weapon
A tool to inflict suffering, pain
It is an excuse to use, torment and wound
When they do it for personal gain
Religion filled with hypocrites
Sinners playing the part of saints
This short list I have compiled
The start of many complaints
Bible's presence found in hotel rooms and court hearings
The "good" books appearance is why my arguement rages
Old testament, new testamant, it doesn't really matter
It's all simply words on ancient pages
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 5:20 AM UTC
some people say
i am an alcoholic
but i always say
i do work like a dog! wor-kahol-ic
i hate violence
coz i do love silence
i hate arguement
coz i do love agreement
people say some
unwholesome talks
but it's okay folks
just do what makes you awesome
i'd rather like detractor's flee
who made them selves so true
and i won't like to disagree with those false praisers
as long as they aren't doing my dislikes
say some people
whose being honest
now and then whom stats are triple-double
treasure them cheerfully in most valuable persons
no matter how they jumbled your word play
just show your moves with an exciting foreplay
express your self on and off poetry but don't become the cause of delay
for sincere Poets Surely save Poem Scripted on their simultaneous Poetic Soul
yours truly,
solEmn
Post Script :
when i come back
i am gonna be posting....
" the cycle of eternity "
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
Today, i saw a ****** make-up free woman,
but that wasn't what caught my attention;
Her swollen cheeks,
dis-coloured eye skin
and dis-torted voice got me thinking
Oh Yes !
It all started with a Hot arguement
possibly with her husband because her left middle finger had a medal on it, a golden medal it would seem.
Certain slaps and blow were transmitted via fist, belt or leg.
Lots of screaming and cursing,
the kids hid under their beds panting.
Men that beat up women are heroes, right?
You beat the children and then the women.
Forgive my Remark.
That is just me being angry about it
But, really it makes no sense.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 7:00 AM UTC
i'm feeling a just little to
the left of sane today,
don't quite know what it is.
but it feels a little like
that itchy spot in the middle of your back.
you know the one ya just can't reach to scratch.
the day started good..
now a smidge of paranoid and pinch of misunderstood is make making me feel
less than i should
if i had to colour me right now,
it would be a deep grey, indigo blue.
perhaps....
i am just getting a dose of manflu(strange as i am a woman-girl).
but no it's more than that.
i feel rundown, runover, squashed flat.
bummed out busted and outright flustered
yeah adding a dash of that. now i am on a roll down a hill going fast.
nothing of import has happened to make me feel this way.
no arguement, cross words, crisis or dilemma has crossed my path today.
i am out of step,
stomping on toes,
counting to ten,
to save someones nose,
from my tense and tightly clenched fist.
the way that i'm feeling
one of two things could happen.
every body else could...
shuffle to the left a little
to align with me (yeah like thats gonna happen).
....or if thats just a hassle your going to need to:
step aside as my progress,
is now furious
and my wake is wide.
make your choice
my toes are a tappin
i no longer
have time for this lip flappin....
....boom thar she blows!!!!
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
*I feel that I am a false lover
whose hands were not made
to cradle broken promises
and love shared as a theory,
an ironic arguement as to why
I find myself still here.
I fear the fatality of my position,
perhaps that is the cure
to this romantic disease;
the feeling of loss too great
to bear for a fourth time
despite the discontent lingering.*
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 12:09 PM UTC
Woman sets the table
For two.
It was a bout of wishful thinking.
She knew he wouldn't be home in time for dinner.
Her husband.
She sets down two plates
two sets of silverware
two glasses
A bottle of wine.
His shift ended at 5pm
He would take the scenic route home
and he would be home by 5:30pm
But not lately.
Lately it's been 9pm
Lately it's been short 'hello's
Lately it's been a peck here and there
Lately it's been lack of eye contact
Lately it's been
'I have some unfinished paperwork at the office'
Unfinished paperwork.
They used to be a trophy couple;
The pair that stayed true when tried.
He used to take her to the golf park
Just to admire the way the green
complemented her hazel eyes.
He used to wake her up at the crack of dawn
to watch her watch the Sun rise.
He used to tell her jokes
and laughter had her holding her sides.
And maybe he even loved her
at the time.
Now they were strangers.
They didn't see eye to eye.
Not even and arguement
Just an uneasy settlement.
Nothing ever fit right.
She just wanted to talk to him
To find out what she had done wrong
To have pushed him away so distantly
Or if he had felt this way all along
They had came to a crossroad
And each took separate paths
There was nothing he or she could do
To make this marriage last.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
Poets love metaphor and simile.
We love the extra dimension they bring to a conversation.
Hard brexit or soft brexit.
*War of words.
*Snail's pace.
*Quiet as a mouse.
*Embracing change.
But be warned, next time you use a metaphor ask yourself: Is the tail waging the dog? (See what I did there?)
Metaphors are powerful. For example:
When you join an argument - do you join a side?
Do you build your argument to withstand the opposition's attacks?
Do you fight to win the arguement, to defeat the opponent's arguement?
Or do you establish common ground? Will you join a journey to reach an agreement together?
Will you end up enemies with a peace treaty that is dependent on peace keepers?
Or will you be fellow travellers, journey companions with a shared objective?
Will you ultimately come to a shared view at the summit that you have reached together?
Metaphors are powerful. For example:
Is your day made up of stolen time?
Do you lose time?
Do you race against time?
Do you try to gain time?
Is time something you seek to possess more of - a finite resource that's to be preserved, stretched and saved as much as possible?
Or is time a stream, a river traveled that brings us to new experience?
Is it a force of nature to be respected and enjoyed?
Are you comfortable simply going with the river's flow? Can you enjoy the ride?
Can you accept the limits of what you control (a small rudder) and what you don't (the long established river and it's ultimate destination)?
Chose your metaphor with care, it may come back to bite you. There, I did it again.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC
I think it's time that you should know,
That a love for you just does not show.
I've been unhappy for quite some time,
But you were unwilling to see the sign.
I tried to tell you time and time again,
But it's like you didn't want to listen.
So now you should just let go,
Of a love that will never grow.
It's hard to love, when no trust is there,
Lying every day and expecting me to still care.
You don't even help me with anything at all,
Are you waiting to watch and see if I fall.
Spending more time upstairs or just not being here,
The boys need you more then your **** beer.
You feed me lines of ******** that lead to an arguement,
And you wonder why I don't talk and I'm so distant.
I had might as well be a single Mom and raise my boys on my own,
It's basically what I'm doing, but I'll have them so I won't be alone.
They are my entire world, my heart and soul,
I'll be strong and confident, I won't be afraid and I will stay in control.
It's time to stand ground and put my foot down,
No more being a wimp, I can do this, I can stop all the frowns.
It's time to be brave for my boys and I,
No playing the guilt trip card, so don't even try.
It's time for us to say goodbye,
Why should we continue to keep living this lie.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
Are the words people say after our actions really the worst thing and our biggest punishment? Is the pain people can give really bigger than the pain we later give to ourselves? Is anything we ever do right enough not to be judged and misunderstood? Everyone has a inner voice. Some confident strong voice that appears when you don't feel like you have any more atoms of strength inside you to speak for you and tolerate your actions? The voice gets quieter with time. When someone says "You're stupid" the first time,you just accept it as a joke. The second time you start an arguement. No one knows how much times later you just start agreeing. Silently saying no but even you don't believe it anymore. Lies. So many lies you start buying them and not recognizing what the actual truth is. No one knows how much days,years or months it takes to tear yourself apart. But when it does happen,people regret every word they thought you would not take seriously. But you tried. And when you let the demons out.. That inner voice is now your worst weapon.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
With everything how it is, as it is
Now it is how you wanted it to be
I'm at a loss as to what my choices are
A creation of unnessasary confusion
Over an unimportant arguement
With nowhere to go, neither forward
Nor backwards is the right way to go
A broken relation, deflated elation
My shattered hope, crushed beneath
Your petty ego, with your spiteful persona
Keep it up you deceptive wicked witch
You won't get very far, with sizable anger
I'll scream in your face, till blue rains down
Everything is ruined, you still wear your rusted crown
It will fall and so will you, neither king nor queen
By your side, hateful glares force me away
Outside the wind blows cold, colder than
Your frozen, frosted heart, icy mists drift
A sharp nail, with a tear and rip, red flows
Freely I breathe, but only now does it count
Our now fragmented family, lies in ruins
A small hammer is all that it'll take
To fix this broken phase, an opposite
Not doing its job, breaking down the walls
Rubble underfoot, crushed harshly like
Icy dry wastes, with cracked bergs
And freezing lies, cold winds blow
No protection from your frozen fury
Nothing to do now but cease and desist
Honest to god, nothing is worth it anymore
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
i don't know
if i should keep writing
poems
about you
i don't want
blue poems
and yellow poems
alone
to being with you
or white poems
and grey poems
falling for you
and recording
every arguement
and i don't want to write
a red poem
or a black poem
for when i fall
in love
and when you
break
my heart
i don't want
a dozen poems
the only poem i want
is you
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
The Last Prayer
As I curl up in the shadows
with just for company the Moon
I hear the clink of empty bottles
and know with dread you're coming soon
I clasp my hands both tight together
and I say a silent prayer
To a God who's meant to love me
To a God who's never there
I hear you start the usual arguement
and hear the usual tempers flair
Hear the downstairs door crash open
and then your footsteps on the stairs
He's out again this God of love
this God I learnt about in school
Then I hear you pull the handle
and know the writing's on the wall
Again I clasp my hands together
and say again my silent prayer
To this God who should protect me
To this God who's never there
Then the door is flung wide open
and I see you come inside
and know that God's not gonna help me
no no, those ****** teachers lied
They said that
God would save
and I believed
when curled up in my bed
I thought
when you walked through that door
That
God
would come and
strike you dead
that this
God
who loves all children
would come
on hearing
all my pleas
would burn
your soul
for all
eternity
and make this constant
bruising
cease
So I clasped my hands
together
and I said my silent
prayers
To this God who never
hears me
To this God who's
never there
And now your fists start
raining down
and I have
nowhere
left to hide
my last thought
in this
bleak
conciousness...
Those ****** teachers lied...
©HaroldRizla
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC
There must have been a communication breakdown.
Because I don't know what you are talking about.
Where is all this aggression coming from?
I have no idea why you think I would or could do that.
But you're still yelling... I think maybe we should talk about this later.
I know you don't want to wait, but we're not solving anything like this.
Please stop yelling.
Seriously I need you to stop. Stop yelling.
I DIDN'T. I WOULDN'T.
Why can't you believe me?
Oh that's fair, dredge that up.
Not like you will ever let that go... it's not even related.
You're really starting to make me upset.
Please just stop yelling, we can talk if you just stop screaming.
I'm just not going to respond until you calm down.
Peh.
Mmmmmhmmmm.
Wow, really?
...
...
...
...
FINE THEN I'LL JUST ******* LEAVE.
No it's too late.
I'm done, just ******* DONE.
Now you want to talk?
Now.... after what you just said?
I should calm down?
Oh really?
Yeah you're already raising your voice again.
I'm leaving.
No. I'm leaving.
No don't bother, I'm not going to answer it anyways.
BECAUSE YOU JUST ACCUSED ME OF ******* YOUR BEST FRIEND.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
"She's a ****
How many times have I heard that
And how many times have I argued her case
So. You want to be able to sleep around
Free, no attachment, let's keep it fun
It's a one time thing
And surely next weekend there will be another girl by your side
And I bet you'll call her a cab in the morning
But she is the ****
Why don't you turn out your pockets
Show us the picture of your pretty girlfriend
And then see what how many condoms exactly
You thought you'd need tonight
And she's the *****
"She's too much of a dude"
I so want to hear this
You say she won't just nodd and smile
Like proper girls should
And she won't accept your arguement
Au contraire, she'd love to talk more about it
And surely, if you can't win an arguement with a woman
She should just be robbed off of her femininity all together
Well if only "dudes" can have meaningfull conversations
Then you must all be *******
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
There are days where you and I
Can't quite seem eye to eye
There are days where I would wish
That there was something better than this
Now you see, I hope
Awhile, I have been afloat
Do You see what this does to me?
Nights pass by where I wait for simple things,
Though the words never come out right
You say the only thing you have left us to die,
I have seen proof Otherwise....
There are days where you and I
Can't quite seem eye to eye
Take a moment and wonder why
You have often seen tears in my eyes.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
You're not listening to me
Highlighting for the next bullet point
to use in the next arguement.
Left me with the responsibilities
and you still have the audacity to say
"I love you"
within the same conversation as
"I can choose to wake up and not love you anymore"
The last dig you could give me
is the last time I saw you, you were helping my best friend move out and on without me.
You both spun tales to delude from the truth.
A betrayal that extends past the lifespan of our relationships.
All I got was a phone call
"This is the wrong number, isn't it?"
meant for the man who sabataged what we had.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC