"asif" poems
Am not a queen
but he is my prince
I treasure him most
as a prince should deserve
He does not cling on me much anymore
as he matures and grows
He seeks my asisstance in
less demanding ways
To get him out of troubles
I stand by him still
Soon he will have a girl
Unsure will he still
have me in his mind
But Just remember my son,
you are the most special one
let me ensure, i am so proud
to say "This is my charming son"
Love, Mom
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
Is that a pang of jealousy I feel?
As you walk past me with a guy that isn’t me
Flash of a quick smile?
Asif to let me know it’s my fault
That you are with him and not me
The world chooses this very instance to freeze
The look on your face
Etched into my mind
The look of a woman reluctantly
Moving on with her life
In that instance
Wishing it was me holding your hand
Wanting to make you mine
Am left with a burning feeling of regret
Regretting all those fleeting moments we shared
Fleeting moments where we were the only ones that existed
Fleeting moments where the world around us didn’t matter
Fleeting moments that we wished would last forever
Fleeting moments I was supposed to make last forever
So I am left with pangs of jealousy
And a feeling of regret
As I remember your smile
Hidden within our fleeting moments
- Vex
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
FEAR TO PART...
ASIF SULTAN MATTA
Monday, 28th September 2015
Once more the fear engulfed my heart,
the fear to part, ever abides;
The fear, that makes my nights cry
and quivers within me intense tide;
Once more my eyes may leak the tears
And drown my world, wrench dry inside
shivering usual and rest just rare
Is dread of death or love's chide?
forlorn and fearful seems my fate
no one to share no one is guide.
Should I once more console my wits?
snub the dark and show it sky?
passion to stand and zeal to fight,
but heart is chained and hands tied.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
I walked in ready to take you and the moment you looked me in the eyes you new it.
I walked to you grabbed your neck and stood you up. I kissed you biting your lip as my grip tighten.
I undressed you as my hands traced every inch of your body.
Tracking over every detail.
Soon naked I pushed you down on your belly and I lifted your hips your *** sticking up for me i grabbed it as I spread you for me see that beautiful bush and all, I bit down on your *** and my teeth follow down your thighs .Your already wet? I haven't had a taste yet. As I sink my tongue down and into you getting a full taste of you. Licking my way to your **** as i continue to lick and **** I flip you on your back and continued until you *** for me.
But I can't stop I've had a taste and now I want more my lips and tongue twist a new language across your **** made just for you and your body.
I continue as your moan grows lowder encouraging me to do more licking and ******* as you continue to *** again and again for me dripping down my chin as I lick it off your body. Licking your **** and ***** following around to your cute ***
After you've *** for me a few times I stood above you kissing you as your hands reach out for my belt. I can feel my hands already found how wet you are.
My fingers twist a tale as the find there way inside you I can feel you *** again as I rub for the right spot feeling you dripping as your hands already done away with belt button and zipper. Grabbing my **** as you *** again. I sit up as you begin to take me into your mouth. I feel your beautiful lips and tongue my body freezing up Asif forcing me to let you continue.
Soon I'm throbbing and dripping with your saliva.
I kiss you as I grab you lifting you into my lap as you grind down on me. Feeling me push deep ,your hips turn n twist.
We continue more n more until you feel me swelling inside you I grab your hips and push you down hard as you feel me now throbbing inside you, you *** for me again as I pull you up and throw you down on your back. Grabbing my **** as your *** still dripping down my shaft n ***** helps lubricate my final stroke as I *** on your chest belly n ****
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 2:13 AM UTC
there's this old crow,
comes around most mornings to perch in
the momma pine who
sowed her chil'ren
down slope.
The crow seems to speak through a bluetooth
of nature
he caws asif conversing, re-plying layers
of nuance on my mileau.
Listen, I say to him,
I want you to be my friend.
He sits, quiet.
Not disturbing my peace.
I take that for a yes.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
Ye u ***** just up an left us without a second look,u call urself a mother asif u couldn't give a **** U didn't give 1 thought t what would happen to r lives, how ur actions would mess up how we become parental guilds,we'll let me tell u stranger what is Goin on rite now,how im struggling with my daughter to b a mother I don't no how,where the **** were u when I woke up through the night how alls I ever wanted was 4 my mum to hold me tight,the hate I feel 4 u it runs Tha deep to far to see,the hurt it leave behind emotions twisted inside of me,it's ur fault all the mistakes Iv made u turned me bitter an cold,I swear ur gunna listen becoz it's time the truth was told,don't matter how u put it wa ever way u try explain it was u who up an left us ur the only 1 to blame,an as I sit here writin this my heart is achin 4 a mum, Mayb Id b different mayb there's sumthin she cud av done. But **** I'll never need u iv bun just fine here on my own it's bin years since Iv even thought of u im more than fine t stand alone but believe me when I say this coz I can almost guarantee karmas gonna make u pay 4 wha uv done to me...
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Were your mind the soil from which words rise,
autochthonic,
filled with meaning-ment-al
ready to write asif
you exist, dear reader, and know
autochthonic
people are some different from
Gaijins, gegenes, genetical offspring of Gaia,
I imagine, gollum mud men, goy-soulish sorts,
were, once thought,
asreal as death itself, by those in the know;
but
we never know ever, ever being as it is and
this being mortality,
the act of dying,
asif we were seeds, words whispered in darkness,
come and see. Buy of me gold,
without money,
without price.
Grace, take it for granted, and grow on.
Become that which the seed demanded you to be,
when autochthonic was re
cognized as some word Nunzio Corso knew, but you
never heard of him.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
The comedian starts off with
"Ladies and gentlemen,
It's wonderful to be here in downtown Telford..."
Enid in the audience says, " Ew, I don't like his
shirt. What colour would you call that...puce?"
Edna says, " Looks more like puke to me."
Giggle giggle giggle
The comedian carries on unaware
"Yes, downtown Telford.
The Hollywood stars all holiday here y'know.
Oh yes, the place is awash with champagne and *******
He smiles ruefully. "Asif. I'm lucky to get brown ale...
and all that gets up my nose is the wife!"
Enid says, "I don't get that."
The comic continues,
"My wife is very demanding y'know....
She says to me recently that she wants more ***
The ****** woman's never satisfied....."
Edna says, "That reminds me....
how did you go on with him from packing?"
"Well...." says Enid.........
and the comic continues
"More *** at her age.......!
So, I thinks to meself, I'll play along, so
I says....What's the matter with you!
Ain't once a year enough for you?
Quick as a flash she says, "No it ain't.
I'm sick of waiting for Santa!"
Enid says ".....I just saw this purple thing.
I had no idea what it was 'till I touched it!"
Much laughter ensues
And comedy continues.
By Phil Roberts
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
I am a beast,
I am a begger,
Asif heaven and hell came together.
I am smooth,
I am sharp,
Pieced together, from different parts.
I am sincere,
I am a lier,
Ask a question, do not enquire.
I am weak,
I am strong,
When all is right, i am wrong.
I am justice,
I am corrupt
May this jinx, bring me luck.
I am absent,
I am immersed,
May this blessing be my curse.
I’m over here,
and now I’m there.
I love you dearly,
I do not care.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
Fasces and olive branch on one side, tails;
wing-ed Phrygian cap on the head
of an image of the spirit of
Liberty, a fem.
Heads.
Dimes in the olden times,
when I was born,
1948,
dimes in America in those days
symbolized a long known
goodness for all men,
included in
we, the people, which includes
me.
Me and thee, we are we, only by virtue of my
words being written and your reading
of the same within our
terms of endearment
cookie.
Each we we are in, let us call a set,
but that confuses us, fuses us
to gether.
So, let's seee
See it like this. I am good. I repel wrong and
act right,
asif I were
polarized live in op
position to evil
evil live, have you seen it? Live,
did it prosper in your presence or was peace the final state?
Just, now. Please plea with your knower, don't lie.
Say never all you wish, however never lie
against the truth.
To thine own self, et al... y'know
in each generation of earth borne,
one hero is reared to play your role, dear reader.
Fret not,
know wisdom has been maligned as
calling us through each position
of the fool... there is a map
of these positions in a statuary garden
behind the temple of the golden buddha
in Bankok, visited with Mr. Boo in 1968.
I remember none of the poses but ai knows they form
a pyramid,
i
imagine it
peaks in some backward
footed kundalini pose,
which is bull **** I imagined. Wisdom is gentle
and easy to be entreated, okeh, heko.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 10:43 PM UTC
cognitive dis
sonnance sonic vibration shaking
the core
of our age
constant hey, hey look this way,
walk this way,
talk this way
bitchnmoan
groan, big stretch intended
to en
velope volve gauge and me
asure real if I can make
my bubble gobble yours,
you're in mine,
your's popped.
It's okeh, I expected you.
I prepared a place, come and see.
you can't go on pre
tending to aim at invisible hope
for things you see, right here.
The end of any mortal moment
is always near. In your heart, you know.
The kingdom of God (a term yet undefined),
if this is a place,
this stack of lines your learning lets you read,
then this is your heart-felt happiest possible place,
sometimes
this is like heaven to you,
after all
is said, and done.
--- that's published ---
a seed
or a flower, or leaves of grass
as good for me to grow on as
any sacred cow,
chewinginging blissish backward belching
methane, to warm the wind,
to ease the groaning from below the ice,
chewing leaves of grass,
as in times past,
when fusions were being warmed
from industrial effort to make the Iron Legged Monster
trample the idea
of calming words easing pain as sure as momma kisses
always did,
when you thought, as a kid and could believe such kisses
evidently worked,
you felt un-pained, the kiss alone could be blamed.
Did you notice? When kisses made hurts go away,
was your attention the price
of the kiss or was it a switch clicked as the lips of another
touched your skin and authoritatively declared,
all's better, and this is the direction
the vector from one remembered kiss of this sort
epigenetic trigger cocked, then pulled
endurance of developing process patterns with all the pieces
scattered
laid out
before our eyes, asif
intended to be seen, pain,
pay attention. Sharp can be evidence of fracture or
proof that whetting the edge makes our shaping
painless on this scale.
Aim at nothing, imagine what you hit. High five,
one hand clapping,
one more way to see the sublime.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
This is an experiment
designed to put us out of
our misery and what 'this' is
is hard to tell, to explain it,
well
we could try.
The lab coats with the stethoscopes and
the things that bleep when we go to sleep.
The digital thermometer that measures,
(haha) asif
the temperature.
OCD is just the way I do and
the things I see,
CDO is better though.
The hypodermic terminal
the point at the end of
a fine needle,
they stick it in and
pull the pin
boom, back to the
operations room.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
Love is so mysterical
I am in love
With the same man
I've been with
Since the beginning
There is other guys
Trying to steal me
Good luck.
It taken me
A year to get over
My love
He came back
He loves me
The more time goes by
This is love
Love
It feels asif
It is love.
Time
I depend on time
With him
He knows I love him
Is it really love
Its ghetto where I'm at
Dope as ****
Glad it aint rank.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
The comedian starts off with
"Ladies and gentlemen,
It's wonderful to be here in downtown Telford..."
Enid in the audience says, " Ew, I don't like his
shirt. What colour would you call that...puce?"
Edna says, " Looks more like puke to me."
Giggle giggle giggle
The comedian carries on unaware
"Yes, downtown Telford.
The Hollywood stars all holiday here y'know.
Oh yes, the place is awash with champagne and *******
He smiles ruefully. "Asif. I'm lucky to get brown ale...
and all that gets up my nose is the wife!"
Enid says, "I don't get that."
The comic continues,
"My wife is very demanding y'know....
She says to me recently that she wants more ***
The ****** woman's never satisfied....."
Edna says, "That reminds me....
how did you go on with him from packing?"
"Well...." says Enid.........
And the comic continues
"More *** at her age.......!
So, I thinks to meself, I'll play along, so
I says....What's the matter with you!
Ain't once a year enough for you?
Quick as a flash she says, "No it ain't.
I'm sick of waiting for Santa!"
Enid says ".....I just saw this purple thing.
I had no idea what it was 'till I touched it!"
Much laughter ensues
And comedy continues.
By Phil Roberts
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
The old days were never old but
they aged and
like me
they are staging a comeback.
The way you now dress
the way your hair looks a mess
the language, I swear
it's like being back there
in the old days.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
The comedian starts off with
"Ladies and gentlemen,
It's wonderful to be here in downtown Telford..."
Enid in the audience says, " Ew, I don't like his
shirt. What colour would you call that...puce?"
Edna says, " Looks more like puke to me."
Giggle giggle giggle
The comedian carries on unaware
"Yes, downtown Telford.
The Hollywood stars all holiday here y'know.
Oh yes, the place is awash with champagne and *******
He smiles ruefully. "Asif. I'm lucky to get brown ale...
and all that gets up my nose is the wife!"
Enid says, "I don't get that."
The comic continues,
"My wife is very demanding y'know....
She says to me recently that she wants more ***
The ****** woman's never satisfied....."
Edna says, "That reminds me....
how did you go on with him from packing?"
"Well...." says Enid.........
And the comic continues
"More *** at her age.......!
So, I thinks to meself, I'll play along, so
I says....What's the matter with you!
Ain't once a year enough for you?
Quick as a flash she says, "No it ain't.
I'm sick of waiting for Santa!"
Enid says ".....I just saw this purple thing.
I had no idea what it was 'till I touched it!"
Much laughter ensues
And comedy continues.
By Phil Roberts
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
The comedian starts off with
"Ladies and gentlemen,
It's wonderful to be here in downtown Telford..."
Enid in the audience says, " Ew, I don't like his
shirt. What colour would you call that...peuce?"
Edna says, " Looks more like puke to me."
Giggle giggle giggle
The comedian carries on unaware
"Yes, downtown Telford.
The Hollywood stars all holiday here y'know.
Oh yes, the place is awash with champagne and *******
He smiles ruefully. "Asif. I'm lucky to get brown ale...
and all that gets up my nose is the wife!"
Enid says, "I don't get that."
The comic continues,
"My wife is very demanding y'know....
She says to me recently that she wants more ***
The ****** woman's never satisfied....."
Edna says, "That reminds me....
how did you go on with him from packing?"
"Well...." says Enid.........
And the comic continues
"More *** at her age.......!
So, I thinks to meself, I'll play along, so
I says....What's the matter with you!
Ain't once a year enough for you?
Quick as a flash she says, "No it ain't.
I'm sick of waiting for Santa!"
Enid says ".....I just saw this purple thing.
I had no idea what it was 'till I touched it!"
Much laughter ensues
And comedy continues.
By Phil Roberts
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
The comedian starts off with
"Ladies and gentlemen,
It's wonderful to be here in downtown Telford..."
Enid in the audience says, " Ew, I don't like his
shirt. What colour would you call that...peuce?"
Edna says, " Looks more like puke to me."
Giggle giggle giggle
The comedian carries on unaware
"Yes, downtown Telford.
The Hollywood stars all holiday here y'know.
Oh yes, the place is awash with champagne and *******
He smiles ruefully. "Asif. I'm lucky to get brown ale...
and all that gets up my nose is the wife!"
Enid says, "I don't get that."
The comic continues,
"My wife is very demanding y'know....
She says to me recently that she wants more ***
The ****** woman's never satisfied....."
Edna says, "That reminds me....
how did you go on with him from packing?"
"Well...." says Enid.........
And the comic continues
"More *** at her age.......!
So, I thinks to meself, I'll play along, so
I says....What's the matter with you!
Ain't once a year enough for you?
Quick as a flash she says, "No it ain't.
I'm sick of waiting for Santa!"
Enid says ".....I just saw this purple thing.
I had no idea what it was 'till I touched it!"
Much laughter ensues
And comedy continues.
By Phil Roberts
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
Help. If that is a question,
and quests are journeys from here to there and back,
again.
If and. A state of hesi oddness,
yes,
we exist in spite or spirit of
our creator, eh?
The craftsman's due.
Muzzle not the ox that treads the corn.
Pay the piper, if ye dance, ye know ye did.
No need to lie and say you know better,
you became more like yourself as you aged,
who made you be you?
Who do you think you are?
Aha, Pinocchio, Punch 'n' Judy… no, no Stepford
wife, but a reason for the wish, clown collector meet my
Curio store clown,
Kohari,
Can we handle a different true?
Kohari, looks you in the eye, a god message,
come up the ladder,
tell me no lie, or I
shall laugh out loud in your face, you don't know
squat, dung, **** brings stars to your ai
respectible eyes,
but this is the medium, the way, so to say, we came to
help
get past actual standing under knowns,
and begin walking into the rest
that remains to be known,
by those who see by faith invisible things form
into substantiated realms of sensation,
sense, common,
is felt known
--- safe here, asif
no miles to go,
this were home, and sleeping, now,
is safe.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
If I catch hold of old and
fold it into four,
I'm told,
my age
will be,
58/4
or
fourteen and a quarter.
I like maths.....asif
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 6:56 AM UTC
As I was about to say, this is art
in a word,
aitia:
official authorized art intelleogence of the utmost
fidentiality
guised
asif cosplay caused
-- something strange just hapt...
consider this first
the s i d e r
in insider is some same with the
sider in con sider,
which is
sidereal, you know
what that means.
consider this art
that thinks with you,
in time.
There are monks,
or monkish
minded men
offering wishes
for pray-ers to take as answers found in
shade on hot July days... asif
a twinkle of a hope.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 2:27 PM UTC
as I sat feeling
alone,
all one could be, at the time,
in my happy ever, begun long before
this eventual
breath arrived, seeming to say
feel this,
a soul some when
felt this
alone
asif
asif
I heard you call my name, so
I looked up and said hello.
reciprocal breathing, maybe
something muses do.
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 11:49 PM UTC