"besetting" poems
There sandy seems the golden sky
And golden seems the sandy plain.
No habitation meets the eye
Unless in the horizon rim,
Some halfway up the limestone wall,
That spot of black is not a stain
Or shadow, but a cavern hole,
Where someone used to climb and crawl
To rest from his besetting fears.
I see the callus on his soul
The disappearing last of him
And of his race starvation slim,
Oh years ago—ten thousand years.
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Imagine a world without terror outer
and inner, sans famine of food and water,
where every soul is well-sated; a world
sans sickness and disease, not by the cord
of morbidity and death held; a place
where huts are mansions, every shack is
a castle, and each flat a grand manor;
where the roads are built with pure gold
and the bridges with resplendent diamond;
where the day does not change in colour,
except when full moon in its full array
once in a month has its own display.
I mean a planet steeping in love
unfeigned, bristling with true hospitality
of the soul; a world bereft of danger,
and of every mind-and-heart breaker;
a world with the similitude of the garden of
Eden, hung on the shoulders of harmony--
where man at another cove's lovely dove
will not leer, where there are
no split and divorce. The genre, stuff
of life where one's pigmentation is
not the cardinal, but the inner essence.
A sort of society where ****** Hussein
and Laden-like fellows and all their
coterie of killers do not have a lair
of habitation, i refer; where besetting sin
has no confederacy with the rotary heart
and mind of man; where the leagues
of villians are non-existence. An earth
where conglomeration of wicked cliques
is non-operational: where everyone be
holy--no child soilder, nor forced labour;
where women are not ravaged in cruelty
of acts, and is void of conflict and war.
Such a place "the world" is not called
but "heaven: governed by the Almighty Lord.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
the woes
the woes
of the poets did
compound
for there were many woes
around
the woes they couldn't
surmount
woes that stayed on the estate's
mount
poets tormented by woes
day and night
and there was no respite
for their plight
the woes were never
ending
the woes not ever
suspending
the woes such as
plagiarists
taking works in pilfering
fists
so too the trolls on
patrol
on them no firm
control
woes
woes
woes
besetting
the
poetry
community
woes
woes
woes
permitted
to
act
with
licensed
impunity
woes
woes
woes
of
them
not
much
immunity
woes
woes
woes
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
I wanted my pink folds ravished,
Unprepared was he for what i had dished:
A lifetime of fantacy all in one day,
At devotions for is what i would pray;
Hard were my nips at every bite,
My soul leaped at his giant sight,
It is now or never again,
I'm ready to be driven insane.
Another was called daddy tonight,
At the feel of his lenhth and might,
Though his lips tasted as honey,
I still didn't make him my hubby;
Things change when emotions are attached,
Therefore after tonight i will stay detached,
incase i do not meet another to match this strength,
I would return to feel what i have felt.
Oh, how my **** is rock hard,
Lord, am i a sinner, am i really bad?
i'm just a damsel with besetting desires,
just doing all that my flesh requires.
"Come to me baby, fill me up,
My legs wide in the air, do not let them drop,
i will take you on a horse ride, long and hard,
Sure you would faint but will be glad.
I return home to my unsuspecting father,
Although tired but feel so much better,
Home to be daddy's good little girl again,
Until this insanity returns to my brain.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC
Description seems inadequate
To capture Nature’s essence
When life is solely permanent
In momentary prescience
Yet still her eminence unveils
A grim facade exterior
When setting suns, besetting sails
Reveal the realm’s ulterior
Unmotivated inspiration
Morphing into beauty’s beast
A hideous abomination
Come to wage its war of peace
And watch the world dehumanize
Itself in feasts of banquet flesh
Before starvation’s slow demise
Can feast its eyes on Bangladesh
And sink into the Indian
Where karma is the salt in wounds
Samsara born to die again
In Shiva’s doom-impending tombs
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
In this sepulchre of sordid desire I rot,
sinking in obscure nostalgia,
waiting.
Lingering historic apparition, besetting me with
the echo of distant inexorable destinies, once intertwined.
You stir my soul. I close my eyes,
listening.
Through the seclusion of a dream arises a pathetic pathos.
The ephemeral vision of your frozen splendor moves me.
This is all it takes. A bittersweet smile transforms me,
remembering.
Your austere form marches to the scaffold, alone.
A river of blame and doubt streams through me, rejected.
forgiving.
I look down at my pale existence. The thin, yellow,
mildewed pages curl at the tips, scarred with the memory of you.
My soul expelled in ink; stricken, crossed, weighed down,
spent.
The past is diaphanous.
This is all. This is nothing.
Stop, look.
Live.
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 6:49 AM UTC
I'll walk a million miles,
In the rain and cold,
Overcoming besetting trials,
Just to get to you;
I'll sail across the sea,
Even if my boat will break,
No Matter what may be,
I'll get to you;
i'll fly across the sky,
In a stormy weather,
Even if i'll have to cry,
I must get to you;
i'll stay awake at night,
No matter what it cost,
Even if i have to fight,
I will get to you.
They say "a spell is on my mind-
it is all a waste of time,
And that my love is blind"
I must get to you;
No matter how long the time,
No matter how far you are,
If i'll spend the last dime,
I must get to you.
You are the pillar of my heart,
The fragrance of my life,
Without you i'll fall apart,
I certainly must get to you.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
Former CIA Director
John Brennan scathing headlines
Washington Post op-ed sharply
published critical accusations
muted excoriation slams
Commander in Chief
volcanic blatant pathological lying
spews like lava his American
foreign policy boilerplate brazenly
bastardizes by banditry blueprint,
balefully balkanizing beautiful bracketed
booming brady bunch brand,
bests best-buy buffer braking balanced
bastion, bolstered beloved benighted
bequeathed bicameral bipartisan bliss,
Baptizing bacchanalian buffoonish bombast,
betokening bobble-headed Bumstead,
barmy bartered bride bravado, bizarrely
brash brassiness, blindsiding behavior,
beetlebrowed bonehead, bafflingly baldfaced,
bankrupting, blithely bollixing,
bombastically belittling, badmouthing,
banally blasting, banana-boat baseless,
bearish blandishments, beastly boastful
boosterism, bellicosely boorish, bug-eyed,
bighearted, bigoted blathering breeding
blunderbuss bloopers, bewildering
bloodletting bellyache blight,
brazenly being bandying bellwether,
blitzing bourgeoisie balderdash,
balking but beaming barbaric
berserk ballyhoo backbiting,
backslapping backstabbing
blacklisting bromides,
besetting basic bestowed blooming,
Bobbitizing bedeviling beneficial
bulwark bereft badinage, ballistically ballooning
betrayal birthing bedlam.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC