"avow" poems
The downward momentum is clear to me now.
The engine has built up a full head of steam.
I’d try to stop it, if I knew how.
The fires of industry must burn on somehow;
they tend to burn brightest when fuel is extreme.
The downward momentum is clear to me now.
When currents are surging, we shouldn’t allow
the jingoist fringe to swim in the mainstream.
I’d try to stop them, if I knew how.
Civility means more than I can avow,
but poems can only allude to a theme:
The downward momentum is clear to me now.
Each click of a mouse that shouts holier than thou
is a cog in a treacherous clockmaker’s scheme.
I’d try to stop him, if I knew how.
We worshipped the circuit and forsook the plow
in search of a false technological dream.
Our downward momentum is clear to me now.
I’d try to stop us, if I knew how.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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Light in color,
Mild in scent.
A fragile flower
is what he sent.
A shade of purple
that I've always liked.
His heart so humble
makes mine smile wide.
A sign wished for
and granted now
by this unknown author
and a lad's avow
This flower of faithfulness
will never wither,
and affection changeless
will last forever.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 5:10 AM UTC
I love you said the moon
love you as you are
I love you said the earth
love you for who you are
I adore you said the moon
You make my soul dance around
I adore you said the earth
You embrace me when the sun goes down
I want to kiss you said the moon
kiss your mountains, oceans too
I want to kiss you said the earth
kiss you nights kiss you days
want to kiss you in amaze
I heard the moon only now
Heard her cry her avow
I heard earth’s gentle whisper too
Behind a brow, a distant brow
It's forbidden, but it’s worth
Oh I love to see how the moon kisses the earth
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
Who is now reading this?
May-be one is now reading this who knows some wrong-doing of my past life,
Or may-be a stranger is reading this who has secretly loved me,
Or may-be one who meets all my grand assumptions and egotisms with derision,
Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.
As if I were not puzzled at myself!
Or as if I never deride myself! (O conscience-struck! O self-convicted!)
Or as if I do not secretly love strangers! (O tenderly, a long time, and never avow it;)
Or as if I did not see, perfectly well, interior in myself, the stuff of wrong-doing,
Or as if it could cease transpiring from me until it must cease.
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Have love ever been easy to deal with sympathy?
Just so, Her iron lung breathing calamity of apathy
Beyond eyes and words ,her beauty spoke
Kindle once vital, now perish slow with smoke
Suffocation cannot feel this good, can it?
a crime of love shall never see acquit
A poetess sung for me a poem of love
Soft words - with stings of venomous dove
Being so deluded by some natural artsy
Dreams woven on silent obscure spree
Cold touch of her once warm soul
Shattering pieces now never be whole
Poignant themes of once happy souvenir
Whispering breeze of lonely December
Brings me smile then tears falls down
a deep breath sigh and again I avow
holding onto the keepsake- my folded hands try
Squeezed by broken dreams- once more I cry!
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
Their relevance has been abducted
excuses stealing dogma’s heart
by the master of this domain
knowing victory is now assured
power given comes with a price
the soul is laid on dark altars
still the theories are put forth
to explain the disconnect
the world is flipped to discern
why good is evil in the mind
asking hearts to then follow
the will-o-wisp of Lucifer
tempting lights for the lost
any harbor in the storm
as the leaders avow the bait
turning from their holy paths
the rugged wood is consumed
no longer standing on the hill
when the pyre demands its fuel
to sustain Satan’s plan
the past reveals the same themes
slavery and civil rights
both supported with the chant
‘complicit sacred rules us all’
now a leader has come forth
supporting hints of the righteousness
while rejecting on the whole
holiest Testaments no longer held
they are nailed to the walls
stored in shrines by sycophants
asking for the crumbs of power
to be tossed from gilded heights
relevance has now vanished
dogma twisted once again
previously found after straying
sacrificed to an Overlord
small victories are assured
with compromise firmly grasped
kneel before a deity
born of Satan instead of God.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180722.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
BID a strong ghost stand at the head
That my Michael may sleep sound,
Nor cry, nor turn in the bed
Till his morning meal come round;
And may departing twilight keep
All dread afar till morning's back.
That his mother may not lack
Her fill of sleep.
Bid the ghost have sword in fist:
Some there are, for I avow
Such devilish things exist,
Who have planned his ****** for they know
Of some most haughty deed or thought
That waits upon his future days,
And would through hatred of the bays
Bring that to nought.
Though You can fashion everything
From nothing every day, and teach
The morning stats to sing,
You have lacked articulate speech
To tell Your simplest want, and known,
Wailing upon a woman's knee,
All of that worst ignominy
Of flesh and bone;
And when through all the town there ran
The servants of Your enemy,
A woman and a man,
Unless the Holy Writings lie,
Hurried through the smooth and rough
And through the fertile and waste,
protecting, till the danger past,
With human love.
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A Song
Fill the goblet again! for I never before
Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its core;
Let us drink!—who would not?—since, through life’s varied round,
In the goblet alone no deception is found.
I have tried in its turn all that life can supply;
I have bask’d in the beam of a dark rolling eye;
I have lov’d!—who has not?—but what heart can declare
That Pleasure existed while Passion was there?
In the days of my youth, when the heart’s in its spring,
And dreams that Affection can never take wing,
I had friends!—who has not?—but what tongue will avow,
That friends, rosy wine! are so faithful as thou?
The heart of a mistress some boy may estrange,
Friendship shifts with the sunbeam—thou never canst change;
Thou grow’st old—who does not?—but on earth what appears,
Whose virtues, like thine, still increase with its years?
Yet if blest to the utmost that Love can bestow,
Should a rival bow down to our idol below,
We are jealous!—who’s not?—thou hast no such alloy;
For the more that enjoy thee, the more we enjoy.
Then the season of youth and its vanities past,
For refuge we fly to the goblet at last;
There we find—do we not?—in the flow of the soul,
That truth, as of yore, is confined to the bowl.
When the box of Pandora was open’d on earth,
And Misery’s triumph commenc’d over Mirth,
Hope was left,—was she not?—but the goblet we kiss,
And care not for Hope, who are certain of bliss.
Long life to the grape! for when summer is flown,
The age of our nectar shall gladden our own:
We must die—who shall not?—May our sins be forgiven,
And **** shall never be idle in Heaven.
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Rest your bones, shut your eyes
You have earned this worthy prize
Sweet relief, a deep sleep
Twelve hours pass, now repeat
Everything’s uphill
And likely always will
Your laments avow
You have all the time you needed now
Dream of all that may have been
Never get back up again
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 7:59 AM UTC
‘Thou Ghost,’ I said, ‘and is thy name To-day?—
Yesterday’s son, with such an abject brow!—
And can To-morrow be more pale than thou?’
While yet I spoke, the silence answered: ‘Yea,
Henceforth our issue is all grieved and grey,
And each beforehand makes such poor avow
As of old leaves beneath the budding bough
Or night-drift that the sundawn shreds away.’
Then cried I: ‘Mother of many malisons,
O Earth, receive me to thy dusty bed!’
But therewithal the tremulous silence said:
‘Lo! Love yet bids thy lady greet thee once:—
Yea, twice,- whereby thy life is still the sun’s;
And thrice, — whereby the shadow of death is dead.’
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Poorly equipped,
Painfully whipped.
A threadbare Abyssinian
Did shuffle on
With all hope gone
In search of an opinion
But much deplored
When not ignored
This abject Abyssinian
Did seek in vain
Something arcane
To exercise dominion
And as he sought,
So lost in thought,
Through sands of Kalahari
He wondered how
He might avow
The freedom held so dearly
It struck at last
With trumpet blast
Amidst fields green with barley,
He boldly rode
And proudly crowed
The statement: “I am Charlie.”
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
There are some coins in my pocket
Market asserts that ‘these are outdated’!
There are some pictures in my home
Viewer affirms these are antiquated!
There are some books in my library
Visitors avow these are passé!
There are some thought
Carrying with me,
Like, ‘world without edge for politics,
human out of religion,
people in matching pace and spirit,
to craft the globe to a village’!
But, everyone asserts these are archaic!
There some fruits in my store
But , people confirmed
These are perish and putrid!
Comprehend now only
My period is run out
I am outmoded in the freshness of the world!
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
Deep within me, I kindle a fire
it is a feisty one, it asks to avow desire
throw caution to the winds,
throw my carefully built life in the pyre
not sure of anything, yet sure of mind
it tires daily, of the senseless grind
it begs leave, and pleads escape
to the highest peaks, of snowy cape
so I can see the land, its lie and shape
or the deepest seas, and their churning depths
but I must not be hasty, nor take too giant steps
One 'venture at a time, and back to the grime
Sly is she, faithful old time
she looks me askance, and what have I to show?
The usual treasures, I venture? she shakes her head, no
She wants my tales, be they of passion or woe
She wants my pain, that helped me grow
but I have nothing of the sort, that I can show
She laughs in my face, and calls me a fool
I have chased after ghosts, and missed life's school.
and so the fire burns, it begs me to start
collecting my pearls, of wisdom and heart
rowing my boat, into adventure lane
It is not too late, never is, to catch life's train
and set off for the unknown; unsure, untrained.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
An old friend of mine, once asked of me
to mailed, one of my ****** to him
To him, it meant a lot.
however, for me this meant that mailing
an image of my beauty was a blessing for him
but for him to display my white thong,
on his easel seems enticing at that moment in time
was I expanding his ****** collection?
Now that’s the question
I felt my body rise, when he kiss my lips that summer
my unforgiving heart, has no pride
Its seem laughable now, however
*Yesterday is History, Tomorrow a Mystery,
Today is a gift, tomorrow is a blessing*,
I am now an avow woman in this matter
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
i am
enough fire
all on my own
(just like you)
it's engraved
in our bones
remind me again
why we ever feel lost
when the stars up above
are where our paths
have crossed
_we are divine_
there is
no need to define
all our reasons behind
why the moon and its shine
make our heart beat
faster
there is
a reason i master
the look in your eyes
there is magic in how
i undress your
disguise
all this
love in your heart
fills with people whose parts
may be played by the souls
who once sparked your
first star
let them leave
how they are
cherishing
every
scar
just
keep
trusting
_the loving
is right where
you are_
you’re a
blending of “we”
you are all parts of me
we are everything we see:
all we hope, feel, and dream
there is no separation....
no matter the nation
collectively, together
we are one human
ration
my
thoughts
are not mine
but illusions of time
and when i start to rise
there’s a shift in your sight
as i reach to new heights
my movements align
in ways where your
limbic system is
sings out to
mine
we
are not lost
our bodies accost
our souls will be tossed
to the sky and it's loft
our eternity is now
every moment somehow
fills will perfectly sequenced
which, why's, and how’s
you deserve
Love right now
through all of the pain
you have let life allow
when dark is around
just feel for your might
hold your own heart
and avow to your
light
alone
is not lonely
you’re full how you are
realize how far you’ve bloomed
your falls formed who you are
your name’s in the stars
they can feel all your scars
these losses obtained
are not all you
are
you're
your own cosmic hue
you are perfectly subdued
with the cosmos for a heart
your Light fuels the moon
and it is flowing to me
to glow out of my heart
until it recycles
to you and
restarts
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
My bones, my bones-
the keepers of my soul,
in tending to you
I am singing a song so old.
Older than Oak,
older than the stories carved in
the walls of caves,
older than the Grandfather stones.
I sing the song that formed the Universe,
that brought eternal warmth to the sunshine,
that shook the Earth with such power,
she created mountains.
This song lives in the river beneath the river,
in the first beat of a heart,
in the world of dreams not
yet dreamt.
This is the song of the Goddesses
and the Warriors.
This song is what the wolves hear
when they are howling at full moon.
This is the song that heals,
that mends the broken heart,
that makes the motionless and tired body dance,
that lets the soul avow its truth.
This is the song that creates undying love.
I heard this song first,
not when life was sweet like the nectar of flowers,
but when my bones were shattered
like a star dying in the cosmos;
when everything I had ever known
burned to dust in the palms of my hands.
I sang this song first
when I had no choice
but to begin piecing myself back together again.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
We broke a child yesterday,
and here we are left to pay.
We broke a child yesterday,
ignorant to warnings, now our dismay.
Mommy! Mommy! He is afraid,
from the gum, and spit, and word grenade.
Friend, Friend! Please raise a hand,
but not to break blood on the sand.
Teacher, Teacher! Do you not hear,
or see him cower in fear?
God! God! Where are you now?
He unloads in a gun to help him avow!
Now what seems like any other day,
is broke by thunder, while they play.
We broke a child yesterday,
and here we are left to pay.
We still break children here today,
for race, and size, and mind, and ‘cause they’re gay.
We break children every day,
yet we blame them when they fray.
So say sorry for all who lay,
under a hospital tray, or wet clay.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 1:10 AM UTC
Stardust traveled nonillion miles
Life struck, all somehow
All to let me see your smile
All to kiss you upon the mouth
Beautiful, Good Earth spins and spins
Day and night, allow
To hold your hand [a considerable win]
To hold you close, my guiding shroud.
Oh bird sing sweet, mellifluous melodies
And for my love, endow
A tree who's branches wrap round thee
A tree that's fast, fearless of flounce
Season, oft, may change its cloths
But see me, lough
Deep, deep down- koi and Thoth
Deep, deep down, thy heart I house
Traveling Universe without destinations
I find it all, now
To be a thing of thoughtful, [marvelous] creation
To be a journey, in and out
No matter how many words one uses
The thoughts, ideas, avow
My simple truth, because of you (Miss)
I was lost, but have been found.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
A Dream Within A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1850)
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
Precious beautiful boy, stupid little fool boy, sakes alive, what am I to do?
You didn't realise you belonged, and I guess I waited too long to tell you all the things I never knew I had to.
A wicked world of ****** doubts, a sudden single strikeout, can't believe I'm still here and yet you're gone.
Now I guess I'll try to stick it out, but everything is so wrong and life has no business just going on.
I have never felt more sorry; but if you'll forgive me, I'll avow:
if you thought life was bad before, then you should see it now.
And I have never felt more heartbreak; it reaps despite my best
efforts to rip the ********* thing the **** out of my chest
and I would tear apart my eyelids if I thought it could help me see
how these diamond eyes bring some folks high, but they just don't fly for me.
I try to consult my conscience but it speaks to me in tongues,
so I'll settle for poisoning my liver and blackening my lungs.
There's a wound in my world but I'm sadder for you for you'll never know happiness, forever uncompleted.
You wanted happiness for us, but he's gone forever and I'm sorry mommy, for I am defeated.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
*something came over me, I don't know how
i did not realize what happened 'til now
meandering shadows ensued all around
and entered my body as I read their vow
an aura of light I thought they'd endow
so they took their place while I took a bow
i rose up to see I could feel the change now
peering through eyes under shade of my brow
the blood running through me made no avow
as to what I should do and what to allow
something came over me, I don't know how
i did not realize what happened 'til now*
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
Read the title read it loud, find the chapter and the verse
Then go read the Headlines, this they say and worse
-
From the time that they left Egypt, right up until now
The Goyim want to **** them, this they do avow
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****** made a try, millions millions he did ****
Extermination! **** them all! He almost did fulfill
-
There is a man to come, worse than ****** he will be
On the Temple Mount he'll sit, he'll issue a decree
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Bow unto his image, in your right hand take his Mark
An order from the Throne...he sits upon the Ark [1]
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He will have his way, but just for forty months plus two
He knows his days are numbered...he hates every single Jew
[1] 2nd Thess 2:4
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Aug 18, 2011
Aug 18, 2011 at 1:15 AM UTC