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"bedazzle" poems
White folks: pack your bags and go. Our nut-brown world is quite offended. Make your shame-faced exit NOW, And leave your mansions unattended. Wait—before you pass the doors, It's time to settle ethnic scores. No more ragtime Minstrel Show. Our Moorish Science took it down. Black lives matter. White, less so— Now move your pale face out of town . . . But first, shell out for racial shame Caucasian losers of the game. Cultural pride is ours alone: Kings and Egyptian queens we were. The glories of our race, well-known Bedazzle in a darkened blur (Clear to Africa's descendants— Puzzling to you white dependents). Blackness lent your world its light, Taught the Dutch to tend those flowers. Scandinavia grew bright Under our beneficent powers. Negroes gave your blondes their beauty; Helped those Norsemen shake their ***** The Seven Wonders of the world: We built them all. No vain conjecture Dims our banner, black, unfurled, Above eternal architecture. Arts and knowledge gained from us Are what we threaten to discuss. We invented math and science Which you robbed from Timbuktu. Swarthy wisdom's brave defiance Caused Old Europe to renew. All our treasure that you plundered Testifies: your days are numbered. Classics of our Greeks you stole: Philosophy was never yours. Shame upon your racist soul; For Bach and Mozart both were Moors. Misappropriated treasures call for ruthless hard-line measures. Latino fate falls next—but, where ? Jews, Turks, and Arabs: are you. . . white ? Orientals everywhere: Choose your side and join the fight. Blackness rising! Late the hour; Heed your call to fight the power. Crackers need to check your race— Stop rooting for that ****** clown. Rednecks all up in our face; Racist throwbacks got us down. But as your statues bite the dust Your light goes dark (you know it must). So move on out, oppressor, thief. Long have you held our nation back. In some white galaxy seek relief— But here the light itself is black. Stars are racist. So is the sun. Now let God's great black will be done.
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
Betting on the Races
White folks: pack your bags and go. Our nut-brown world is quite offended. Make your shame-faced exit NOW, And leave your mansions unattended. Wait—before you pass the doors, It's time to settle ethnic scores. No more ragtime Minstrel Show. Our Moorish Science took it down. Black lives matter. White, less so— Now move your pale face out of town . . . But first, shell out for racial shame Caucasian losers of the game. Cultural pride is ours alone: Kings and Egyptian queens we were. The glories of our race, well-known Bedazzle in a darkened blur (Clear to Africa's descendants— Puzzling to you white dependents). Blackness lent your world its light, Taught the Dutch to tend those flowers. Scandinavia grew bright Under our beneficent powers. Negroes gave your blondes their beauty; Helped those Norsemen shake their ***** The Seven Wonders of the world: We built them all. No vain conjecture Dims our banner, black, unfurled, Above eternal architecture. Arts and knowledge gained from us Are what we threaten to discuss. We invented math and science Which you robbed from Timbuktu. Swarthy wisdom's brave defiance Caused Old Europe to renew. All our treasure that you plundered Testifies: your days are numbered. Classics of our Greeks you stole: Philosophy was never yours. Shame upon your racist soul; For Bach and Mozart both were Moors. Misappropriated treasures call for ruthless hard-line measures. Latino fate falls next—but, where ? Jews, Turks, and Arabs: are you. . . white ? Orientals everywhere: Choose your side and join the fight. Blackness rising! Late the hour; Heed your call to fight the power. Crackers need to check your race— Stop rooting for that ****** clown. Rednecks all up in our face; Racist throwbacks got us down. But as your statues bite the dust Your light goes dark (you know it must). So move on out, oppressor, thief. Long have you held our nation back. In some white galaxy seek relief— But here the light itself is black. Stars are racist. So is the sun. Now let God's great black will be done.
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out of a shallow dip catch-water field of landscape polished rock a shock of pregnant junipers olive-green fires arise and my eyes bedazzle gossamer floating specks of bees new hatched butterflies golden jump and spiral as if tethered to child's witching wand random ride the windless air
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
spring snapshot
One day I’ll let free The me That only my family knows One day I’ll allow myself to babble Without feeling Self conscious or insecure One day I’ll allow myself to run As hard And fast as I can Without worrying about looking like a fool One day I’ll sing (More like scream) At the the top of my lungs Chasing birds off of rooftops One day I’ll twirl Round and round and round Till I drop One Day, I’ll meet someone Who can handle My bedazzle
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
One Day
Deep down Down the steps Step into the underground club Club of jazz greats Great Gatsby happens nightly Nightly partake in raucous debauchery Debaucheries of heathen heat Heat exuding from the beat Beat of drum and bass of hearts Hearts of lovers in the dark Dark corners hidden Hidden from all eyes Eyes who spy their kiss Kiss of true love's wish Wish made on fallen stars Stars that bedazzle and awe Awe and wonder romancing the night Night that finds two in love Love in / is / a speakeasy Speak easy with love.... *(Deep down Where great Gatsby happens)*
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
Love Is A Speakeasy (#2) (loop)
pull them weeds from yonder brick, be quick... bedazzle me with corduroy and ambergris be thick as thieves; be all things faithful to the shadow, and in your passing scrye the odd ghost. decry your abominations as the fodder of false hope clothed in the style of the regent of Amiss. on the Isle of a Man. clip the nettle from my tongue where i'm most stung by misdeeds. amplify my misery with a joyful peroxide, the living thing in your  chest of winters. your remarkable damnation in full blossom. more awesome than fog diamonds in wet eyes grazing on refractions of something unknown and that's how you see it. a gargantuan sliver of now
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Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 3:50 PM UTC
Amiss Amongst The Weeds
when it's a pin ***** on my soft skin a zit pops i play my mind trick and i stop to think of the pain i choose how i want to bruise and bedazzle my back in thumbtacks running razor blades making crimson masks
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Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:02 PM UTC
i bleed for me
How long has it been since you've last gone outside? Routines are the sedatives of all souls The wild ones whose dreams bedazzle beyond a pillow But all infallible ones turn the lights down low, Lean against the window and count the blows. The world appears to be wide awake - It's deathly void of color The lights from the stereo beacon for party goers in the making; There's something to be said about life from the second floor. I can't put my finger on it 'Cause you and your vision never make it to the other side of the window But I don't want to keep stride through clouds of smoke.
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
Secrets
Here I am, I stand for one thing I stand tall and proud and shrink - It's like a magnifying class being pulled away from an ant as it grasps for its life Here I am, falling A simple hole in the ground where I stomped angrily the world spins with me, the colors bedazzle and amaze everything seems slow, why is the clock broke? Here I am, on the ground now grasping for my life here I am, an ant under a magnifying class gasping for air begging for life the world spun with me like a top that wont stop and now it's fallen, and I am lifeless
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Mar 19, 2011
Mar 19, 2011 at 8:08 AM UTC
The world spins with me
Tiny legs And tiny hands, And the thick crop of black hair on your head Small little nose And cute red lips You were born with loaded sweetness... Twinkling eyes And twitching ears.. You were born with loaded passion and possession.. The day I saw you .. I got entangled.. In your beauty and shine... With day one of your birth ***My sweet doll, You have assassinated the whole me....!!!*** Again came the day one, When you went to nursery.. Cute little legs walking on its own Smile turned in crying Twinkling eyes briming with tears The first good bye I can't forget.. The first good bye you never did... The Splendid Care School where you and me Together we learnt our phonics & abc's.. With your journey of nursery, I repeated my basics too With the first year of nursery ***My dear, You have overpowered the whole me..!!*** Today again is the day one .. When you start your primary school... Bright white shirt, green checked skirt... And shining in a deep green Blazer... You set the whole school ablaze... You dazzle with your charm You smile and run along... Happy yet again with Twinkle in your eyes.. You turned around to be so mesmerizing charm... Spreading laughter and warmth ..... I will wait to write yet another ' day one' when you enter secondary School ... Till then my dear one you bedazzle me with your magic... With your first day in primary ***My enchantress, You have entrapped the whole me..!!! *** Sparkle In Wisdom Sep 2018.
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
Day One
This, my darling, is what you call divine - my good for nothing, wondrous soul. Take but a step inside - let the beauty bedazzle you. Find yourself in outer space and let the shooting stars of my heartstrings guide you home.
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
Divine
Meet the ‘rents (A bee movie) As Humble left the honeycomb, now a bee, He was accompanied by a guard with a kind heart. The guards name was Bee-Real, a real gentleman, you’ll see And he said “Follow me. I’ll take you to where your new parents are.” There was a little room and as Humble went inside, There were a pair of bees waiting for Humbles arrival… We have been waiting for you, the lady bee said with a smile. How do you do? Said the male. Humble was left confused and in a state of bedazzle. It’s a pleasure to meet you Humble… This is your new mother ‘Bakes-a-good-crumble’; And I am your father ‘Dude’. We’ve have been waiting to meet you. We are your new relative bees. Welcome to the Bumble family. We are going to look after you, is there anything you want to know? Who are you? We are the people who will raise you as our own. We will welcome you, with loving arms, into our home. The Queen Bee cannot look after, The 2000 bees she has created today. So we are your adoptive parents. Is that ok? I’m one of two thousand offspring? Yes Humble, one of two thousand bees born today, But one in a million to us Humble…come give us a hug…we don’t sting. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 4:07 AM UTC
2. Meet the ‘rents (A bee movie)
where the void has it's puppets... the cartilage of dead suns, and the rumor of you advances. all the peculiar Rhombi bedazzle the Waste as long shadows fold into crashing waves of noise... and split seams mend your reflection as you gather to yourself the whole of Creation to microscope the dot above your i.
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
The Rumor Of You
Hello shiny loop of post-shower Rainbow, you of mosaic-powered striated halo, and so sages tell, a sign of faith. You chaste secreter of much potted gold, crescented magic of arc-perfection your brilliant mixtures of shaded hues break raindrops into states of optic illusion which act as temptation. Oh consummate sweep of bow-creation, who can know when and what day you appear, colourfully naked. Favour no seekers, oh Rainbow whom by digging for myth will selfishly follow roads right to your end. Make therefore no friends of illicit searchers for treasure, those who see you as meant lure for retrousséd wealth-embellishment. Rainbow you cover your real blessings in pseudo-gilt with which ingratiates have become obsessed. Sedate then all lucre-lust with a curved root at each end of your rain-augmented foot to waylay theft. Divert and deflect looters with luminous know-how and curl into spacial deception before desecration. Bedazzle all lechers by preventing entry to any pretentious view of your sensitive and tremulous end. You as writhe of kaleidoscope can keep away crooked schemers by retaining your varisome irridescence. Alive with mysterious rays behave like a ghost loathing the sun, be as invisible, turn pale, fade, and disappear to invalidate trespass. Rainbow hide what is always your own from blind passers by with greedy spade-eyes, stay unmolested. Stretch out your tracery uncontrolled, a beauteous vision who keeps her vaulted prism a glorious whole.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC
Crescented Magic.
O' body, O' dear body... It's the mackerel you gobbled up yesterday. Why else does this cat circle you The third time again. Silence! O' gut. Keep thy waves down for a while At least until the Cat's wide gaze passes by. O' body, O' dear body... Be careful at the beach. You are in their home land; What if all those fish inside you Rush up to the sea. What if their friends try Knocking at the doors of Each of your cells. O' body, O' dear corpse... What if you finally come back To the shore with a thousand fish-kiss. O' body, O' dear body... What if Everything you savoured, Everything you devoured, Came to life before you, in a flash. O' body, O' dear body... What if you let Your thirty-year-old breast milk At the first sight of baby. Or may be, the bread And the roast meat Came up in search of those tiny lips. O' body, O' dear body... What if those tender ******* Show up to bedazzle A sunny noon at the dearest city And what if the dank aroma Makes you 'spill' all over again. O' body, O' dear body... What if the cattle inside Come out to graze At the sight of the meadow What if that cockerel Jumps out into the courtyard At the sight of his hen And the frogs inside Start croaking at every downpour. And the birds that settled in you Yearn for the skies O' body, O' dear body, All those fish, birds and beasts, Leaping out of thee. O' body, O' thy soul… -
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
O' body, O' thy soul...
Dust is that from which stars are made. A paradigm of childbirth. Blood Swirling in a hot centrifuge Like a vortex of fabric, played Delicately atop the palm of a Darling wife, motherly creature, Denied her union. Bled of that hot Milk, strained like a force, though never Pulled beyond, she sits atop her Stool, draped in the clothier's mantle, With the hands of a craftswoman. Her eyes Bedazzle us, distant and purposeful. Woven from dust, these gentle threads Are tangled and wrapped unto themselves, formed Into the fabric of a memory And bled out in a lattice of starlight. Dust is that from which stars are made. The dust of a memory, ground Under the craftswoman's pestle. Our lights Are distinct, cut like a crystal And hewn into the sterling weave Of jewels, held out like a shroud And left to dry, as that faint light Dreams of swirling dust. Ever-sung stories. Melodies, music Becomes a lattice on which our Light is recalled. A whispered melody Turned lyric. Into the stars our Memories echo, ringing through Fields of starlight. Our resonance, Committed to its odyssey, is sent off With a kiss on its forehead. Wisps adrift in the void count off, One-by-one, and softly surrender. The message of our memory, Held upon a star, is lastly forgot As the shroud dissipates and forms A veil, adored and tragic and torn out Across the sky. Gently woven anew, Our memories refreshed like a drop of water.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC
Star Dusting
Rabbits and demons Lurk in that cap Stars from the sky Bedazzle that cap In a locked chest Resides that cap It clashes With this season's attire.
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
Wizard hat
When you left me over a phone call that lasted a minute and a half I should've known our fate then when you said you wanted a second third fourth fifth chance I should've said no When you texted me tonight asking me to see your make-up I should've said no because all I can think of apart from your gorgeous eyes and your pink cheeks and your chapped lips is that he will see you today and he will remember that you did it for him that maybe you chose his favorite colour or you put on his favorite perfume he will remember that scent on you from that one friday the one day which was the best of his life maybe he waits every friday to see you you say you did it for you but you did it for him way before you did it for you you gave a part of you to him a part that you'd only given to me and it took you a day to bedazzle yourself for him and you didn't even know him he met you on a friday or so I think but he sees you every now and often and he will forever remember that you did this for him what today you say you're doing for yourself but he won't know that to him its still like that past friday
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
I should've said no
Flattery will not be tolerated, I use what I have for what I need, I do not care for the publishing ideas, Shame on you for invading my world, My freedom to write carelessly, I cry at the effort to reread my works, Unable to deter the image of pain that stains each of my poems, So prospect me these ideas, And I will crawl into a tiny hole in the world and never come back, Bedazzle me with compliments, Shower me with offers, Pour out the praise, Show me the door.
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
Flattery
Wind through my hair Cotton patches paint the sky Dancing little lights A view so common Yet has its own charms Mesmerise and bedazzle A night like this Though simple Precious and remembered
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
Little Island
. *Heavens celebrate With Silver gates, Silver flowers, Silver crowns, Silver tiaras, everywhere. Silver curtains, Silver gowns, Silver capes, Silver drapes, everywhere. Shining blossoms, Fragrance filled, Echoing smiles, Pearly clouds, everywhere. Angels clad in brightest silver, Fairies dancing around, Harp with it's silver strands, Playing it's tune and sound. Flute echoing from far behind, The ambience full of cheer. Stars assembled to bedazzle each and every turn, Moon brightens the nook and corner of the big heaven, You are running around in the pristine silver attire. Today's your 16th birthday, And Celebrations are planned in heaven, my dear! All the Gods and Goddesses are invited, Cakes are bigger than the tallest tree, Trees are laden with chocolates and truffles, Eateries bright and silvery too. Making the atmosphere prestine and pure. It's your birthday dear son, And Celebrations are planned in Heavens! Mom & Dad sends you love, hugs and kisses, They wish you the best of today And Lots of love travels  your way down here from, The Earth. As, Celebrations are planned for your birthday in Heavens. * Sparkle In Wisdom 19/11/2020
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Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 3:14 AM UTC
Celebrations in Heavens!
In the vastness and void I am just a grain A particle The grand opera plays Through comedy and tragedy The world applauds While the speck observes While the sands of time wash over me Ignoring me For I am minute Solitary Brief All my endevours All my labours Are fleeting and insignificant While time resumes And power waxes and wanes The glorious bedazzle the stones The audacious stand, for a short while Then fade Just like me Yet In my moment I know I feel I love No grain could have such passion as I Could ask the questions I dare to ask Could seek beyond the familiar To embrace the unthinkable And taste the unknown This grain lays upon a hazardous shore Where tides and fauna hold sway And the grain does not deride or decide But acquiesces With quiet assuredness This grain does not struggle to be known Does not beseech the approval of the universe For in me are all the majesties and mysteries of life And for me This tapestry dances And I rejoice And I sing For one brief second A song A melody of life Such as can never be heard from the rock mass Upon the waves of oblivion, of uncertainty I flounder One grain On the vast shore of existence Awaiting the builder's loving craft
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Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
The Special Speck
I like shiny things If I could I would bedazzle myself With rubies and emeralds Diamonds and sapphires All real of course If only I could I would look so cool At least In my opinion But alas I haven't the funds Or if I'm being honest The courage A suit of precious gems Would receive so much Undeserved mockery I fear I couldn't stand it How sad.
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
sigh shiny things
enigmas bedazzle me colourful lights intertwine us impossible romance novels
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Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC
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