"attesting" poems
How long shall I deny this frailty?
A vice it has become.
Logic assessing your value,
And pride shutting my eye.
The mirror tells me I am right,
While bluntly attesting its cold.
The warmth I eternally seek is not
Beneath its mocking polished mold.
Time has passed but I, my love,
Still holds back my step.
And time stops not and lurks around
It feeds me more regrets.
But the picture captures not just the scene,
And links my unceasing stream of chain
Stretches not from fading horizon,
It hangs me lovingly on its trail.
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 9:52 AM UTC
On really good days
I'll leave a crisp five
In the back pocket
Of my ratty blue jeans.
That way when my future self
Feels as fragile as spun sugar
But tastes like burned bitterness
And needs to shake herself awake
Drag herself from chore to chore,
Convince herself that collapsing isn’t a cure,
[Though doesn’t the cold tiled floor feel refreshing?]
She’ll only have clothed in comfort:
Her baggy gray sweatshirt,
Consuming her body whole,
Making her shapeless,
So maybe she can shape shift,
Into a bird or a bat or a pterodactyl,
And make the most of her new wingspan,
Flying further from her fractured reality,
Into a fabulously far-fetched fantasy.
Her ratty blue jeans haphazardly thrown on,
So worn that there are holes in the knees,
Frayed hemline attesting to the tired trampling,
But when she tries to shove a ***** tissue,
Into the back pocket hoping it’s mere placement,
Is enough to leave the memory behind her,
She’ll stumble upon a long forgotten monetary love note.
Yes, you do love yourself,
Yes, I know it’s rough now,
In fact, I guessed it way back when,
But life is just a series of juxtapositions,
And maybe you’re in a hole dug so deep,
That you’ve burrowed out into China,
And now look, really look,
You’ve got a world of exploring to do!
But if you’re not yet strong enough to
Climb the Great Wall,
Don’t you worry,
Building endurance takes some time,
But until then,
Here’s a crisp five,
Go buy a Kit-Kat,
A can of Sprite,
And a cheap horror flick,
And never forget,
I always love you.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
There're things I want to tell you
but don't know how to say
Like words inside a speaker
that stops before it plays
Within its wooden cabinet
the notes are not disguised
Peripherals attesting
the music's in your eyes
To write the perfect lyric
is not an easy task
Although it could be simple
if you would only ask
Yet here we are repeating
our homophonic tunes
I'm cutting through the silence
but you are singing too
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
My imagination, no limitation.
I welcome in positive vibration.
My brain is a grand central station.
Swept away like the waves, call me vacation.
A notion about waves in the ocean:
They travel across continents, in a constant motion.
Watch the power approaching.
Realize the wave is one energy,
That never lost its devotion.
I welcome in new positive energies
Like amenities, a necessity.
I'm an attorney attesting on
Life's incredible journey.
Join me, but warning; I prefer soaring.
My torus is lush as forest.
Living like an alien tourist.
I insist on artistic visions to guide me,
Not living for pride or vanity.
I'm just a human, grooving, celebrating earth inside of me.
Chiming on with Nature's charm.
Living my life, devoid of harm.
I can do this a lifetime long,
With nothing to lose, none to alarm.
I wear a badge of peace upon my arm.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
Under your skin, I will rest, elevated
on ribbed, rigid cages of ribs containing
that one muscle confounding all;
here I will perch and observe
such a beautiful rhythm, concept of
constant contractions as my fingers will to
wrap around the chaos of capillaries, each
vacuous vein and every attesting artery
screaming as I squeeze, nails painted
ebony as rivulets exercise against my sins.
Your body is my rapture, yes every manoeuvre
fascinates these prying eyes, I will prise apart
the seams of your internal markers and search
secrets stashed in genetic poetry, discover
paltry physical proofs, truths of what went so
badly wrong that your mind drowned so readily
that you chose to diminish, turned off all navigation
headed steadfast, sure and glorious towards rocks
everybody warned you about; I must vivisect
this paradox, venture deep within the places you
refuse to look; inside your claustrophobic body
covert are the ***** secrets of sea sickness, of why
you chose to sink in love with me.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
if you walk on the front lawn
past the library where –
free of charge –
you can take some
if you leave some
if you approach the front
windows she will likely try
to claw the screen
attesting to her
ownership
if you walk up the driveway
and duck under the
grapevines or
poison-ivy – some say –
will tickle your legs
if you look upward
you can barely see the sky
between the
older-than-the-4th-of-July
burr oaks
if you walk past the
once-was back door –
into the backyard –
a forest of weed-trees
shades leftover plants
if you stroll further
the spring bulb-mothers’
dead stalks
cover the leaf-mulched
soil
if you climb up two rotting
steps to the bird feeders
squirrel-ridden –
and treated with suet –
is the cardinal family’s
year-round home
if you like critters and
engage them in dialogue –
natural ambiance –
you will have an annual
prayer rug for a yard
if you let the white pickets
go gray beside the curb –
looking wrinkled –
the shimmer-light of the
street lamp will guard the
paw prints of winter bunnies
© Lewis Bosworth, 2016
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
There's a feeling that I get when I'm flusterred
That feeling like my head's going to explode
The feeling of rage deep inside unbounded and asking why oh why
And I can't answer it
I can always smile and say everything will be alright
But
What if it's not
Who then can I believe if not myself?
I kind of just want to forget the world and all that I've been through
Forget my lies and all the words I've spoken half-truth half-nothing
And I want to close my eyes and be rid of this horrid experience because this is not what I'd like nor what I'd imagine
I long ago gave up on faith because there was no such magic
And here I am
Being told to rely on the uncertain
And I know the world isn't certain
But there has to be more order to this chaos than that which I've seen
And so what? Is it too much to dream?
Can't I just once be allowed to see a glimmering ray of hope rather than blindly attesting to a future I cannot hold?
I'd take you in my arms tonight and treat you with passion and care only because my soul isn't there and you'd cry on my shoulders because of the love that is lost when the heart is in despair
And I'd sit there like a rock unmoving, unflinching hoping to fade away seemlesly into the background, into oblivion, into nothing
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 1:24 AM UTC
I am very passionate about the object of my heart's affection
I try to get the message over that I am enamoured of your flame
But often I get slapped down for going my passion's direction
For having loved I have nevertheless been made ashamed
Thinking, ruminating on the ********** form of Beauty
At least that's how you have always appeared to me
You and your sermon are my spirit's entreaty
That beseeches, implores my mind mesmerisingly
The perfect opportunity of Love I often destroy
For ignorance of how to give perfect care
In my moods I fall and fall, like Troy
Attesting to my spirit's shame and the poverty there
But still I'd love to love and love again
With one who can teach me how to make amends
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
open before, lines have peaked
after falling archaically then to resume;
only to find normal rhythm
while finding dancing wings, in tune
attesting to this chest’s bounty
beneath these dubious lullabies,
finding resonance in this romance,
to see you again not good-bye.
2011©AGDP
Jun 11, 2011
Jun 11, 2011 at 10:49 PM UTC
*Fought like infants for an hour
Attesting they are not made for each other
Ending up their fight with a good-bye
Moving to the opposite directions like thunder
Waiting for him to call her back
Looking at her phone without a wink
Getting a call from him conversing with love
He came running to her back like
A child back to his mother after a rebuke
Hugging her, tickling her and making her laugh
Leaving back all the grudges
Hugging him tight to confirm her love for him
Believing a hug after a fight gets them closer than before
Where they realize each others flaws through these fights
Making their love stronger than ever!*
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 12:18 AM UTC
Have you ever gone around
The places up above
And lifted from the ground
The dirt we’re made of
Just examined its feeling
Its veiled vitality
And pondered the deep meaning
Its symbolic mortality
We’re stuck in this single plane
Existence without purpose
And a life less exciting
Not seeing the underlying
Truth that this life we live
Always has some more to give
If only we would look up
And look upon the stars lighting up
Vivifying the sky in all of its splendor
Attesting the glory of its creator
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 10:21 PM UTC
Body movements swaying
Voices in your eyes
Then the silence broke,
Into a mass of
Convulsing laughter
Fingers tickling my mind
With your scent
I brushed my hand
Through your hair
I sensed
Qualities of
Rare innocence
A sensual flight
On a panther’s gaze
Make up an indolent picture
Mesmerizing me
Into a deep ,uncomplicated slumber,
I hear magic,
I hear music
My heart perceives
My touch declaims
The very essence
Of your name
There is something
More about you
Than just the way
You wear your clothes
Something more than just
A carve of a smile
Or a tilt of the head
When you walk by
Zephyrs whisper
Mighty low
Attesting to the birth
Of blossoms
And the prayer of trees
Accruing to the slow
Dance of sunlight
And the faint swell
Of the dewdrops
When the morning braves
The lush of the
Green grasses
As the world begins to wake…….
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
Disappointed with the way it is
and how it has been
How you feast with the beasts;
taking advantage of the situation we’re in
Divided in unwanted conspiracy
Divided in different sides of the story
Coming only from a simple plea
of your self-absorption,
and blindness from own’s irrationality
have you caused a dent, a division
With less hopes of resolution from this mounting divide,
Remember: we walked with all your kinds,
in wretchedness and in exuberance,
attesting, didn’t we all have a good run?
Now hear the people of your past,
stop romanticizing what won’t last–
Foreshadowing with plastering rewards
Those previously resented, now with flying regards
―a.t.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
Marx was a poet who sung in divinely wrought cadences
If I'd have been alive then I'd have begged to have been acquaintances
A creator-icon who remade the world in the image of his heart's genius
Attesting to his mind's pure telos, it's generosity and cleanness
He revolutionised Love in to a radical democracy between souls
The superfluous bourgeois emotion with its poverty appals
He knew Hearts are created equal, but corrupt by society
Which poisons and prisons the soul in its entirety
The abolition of possession will liberate the spirit
From the bars and chains that inhabit it
And all will love in passionate idealism which transcends the material game
Love in the age of socialism is marvellous, aflame.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 4:21 AM UTC
Do you think that you'd need
some sort of apology
When you come to me
While I'm still dreaming?
Do you think this could make
an awkward autopsy
Because I'm too dizzy to be
Agreeing?
Caught on the hook
You played it
right by the book.
You took your time
And little of mine
and now I'm the one
Left leaving.
And screaming
And trying,
But not really believing
In anything
but a bereaved blessing,
All forgotten and festering
Though unnoticed,
Still attesting
To it's wasteland existence.
Porous, dry and without pigment
Like the skin of an overgrown pigglet
Time for slaughter,
Courtesy of the indignant.
In death too *****
To be a meat worth eating,
Your glory days
Of **** wallowing wonder
were fleeting,
And you knew it from day one
But it wasn't till near seventeen
You began to come undone,
Got a little high strung
And grew a knife for a tongue
Plunged straight into the heart
With snide remarks and whispers
Of text messages
Left off the charts
And I'm left in the dark
To inside jokes
Of feigned friendship
I suppose I'm waiting
For what you forgot to mention.
Yes,
You've always had
good intentions
Just
... no direction
And little discretion
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry...
But I must change direction.
Cem 5.4.15
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
~~~
Hiking through a woodland glen
as mellow shards
of sunset bend
to capture
bright
in waters clear
reflections
caught
from mountains shear
The silhouette sings twilight's best
Enchanting beauty
north by west
'Twas then my heart
forgot to beat
while visions to my gaze complete
A gentle sigh
resets its rhythm
I step toward this face from heaven
~
In twilight's eerie haze she stood
amongst the tranquil shades of wood
where timeless paths
bestow the land
she beckons
with extended hand
Surroundings
waver
hardly seen
I spring a trap
laid there between
Then falling
deep
to darkest dread
Above ...
the trap
once more is spread
~
I tumble blind through timeless mist
as things unseen
tear skies to bits
Attesting shrieks bare blackest dreams
When fingers
grab
they choke the screams
I'm lifted
tossed
to brink of ledge
I scramble
safely
back from edge
Breath wheezed
lungs filled
sanguine air
but shadows dance
to flame's despair
~
Perusing cavern round about
entwined with scents
of mash and stout
The shadows fade
as faces bare
Their eyes unblinking
strangely stare
Just who they be I have no clue
In cloaks of rag
bereft of shoe
A boiling ***
spills
overflows
Aroma wafts
to pull my nose
~
As grumbles strike beneath my chest
a bowl they pass
I say my blest
The taste is odd
but strangely
good
Then laughs
coalesce
beneath their hood
It strikes me now this tale I'm told
just echoed back
from memories cold
Beware the pit from beauty set
Where mortal feet
tread
with regret
~
I sense
the danger lurking near
Too late
I'm ****** through worlds of cheer
Round about
with no control
Immersed in love
then stripped of soul
Tears of pleasure
tears of pain
Round about and back again
Conscious whirling
twisting
vain
Blackness lifting
Drenched with shame
~
Hiking through a woodland glen
as mellow shards
of sunset bend
to capture
bright
in waters clear
reflections
caught
from mountains shear
The silhouette sings twilight's best
Enchanting beauty
north by west
'Twas then my heart
forgot to beat
as visions through my haze
complete
A pondered thought
sends senses reeling
'tis Déjà vu
I've got this feeling
~~~
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
Oh that I would do that which I should but there is a war among the me's
In the thickets of my mind attesting to my skin. Might-ing that I would do.
But within the crystal fears reflecting the worst of me I choose what to do.
The jealousies of life right the storms within the me's, the fire and the light.
Inside the me's insurrection fuse the immortal and the decay I leave behind.
BB2015
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
O sunshine, beauty of the day
Who inspires worship of the ray
That nourishes the famished earth
Warms the breadth of my heart's girth
Goddess, from my mind erase
The burns I've earned from Lovers' blaze
Hast thou ever heard lament
Like this, of torture and torment
I yearn for Suns irascible smile
To be enamoured of her warmth and wiles
To fathom love and soar divine
And in fulsome heat be intertwined
Should thou abdicate from sky
I would tremble, wither and cry
A guardian, attesting to the care
Of heaven, you're proof it's there
A presence that commands the flowers
And gives light to lovelorn hours
What passion cannibalised my mind
What of me is there left to find
What did my artful love achieve
No success for my souls repreive
Divinest light, you are the guide
To you, and only you, I'm bride
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
Red
Seeping down my thighs
Staining my skin,
Forming ridges
And valleys
Monuments
That only I can see
Attesting to what I've done
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
Her easterly side
lies barren and marred
A persistent reminder
of deeply wounding scars
I feel her conviction
to never let herself grow
attesting to the impact
that a love lost bestows
To those who don’t know her
she appears vibrant and pristine
Hidden within layering branches
the pain of separation unseen
But I know her sorrow
we are connected through pain
The evergreen and this woman
wear the residue of love’s stain
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC