"bethink" poems
III
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
The chrism is on thine head,—on mine, the dew,—
And Death must dig the level where these agree.
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What is this lodging and people strangeth
Yond walketh but never see
Looking as the screen doest changeth
Laughing with mirth and glee
And roaring beasts runneth up the roads
Like dragons with hurtling and smoke
Gigantic monsters with heavy loads
May runneth down honest folk
Just to returneth to calmer times
Would maketh mine own journey pleasant
I feeleth yond hither I'm out of rhymes
I'm nay more than a peasant
Taketh me back to times more sane
The fifteen nineties art for me
I cannot writeth, nor bethink, nor remain
In twenty twenty three
Jan 19, 2023
Jan 19, 2023 at 3:06 PM UTC
Soft and silky, soothingly smooth
Are words that describe her skin
I can't help but dream about her
Every now and then
Gentle, kind and selflessly caring
Are words that expose her soul
I know I made a big mistake
So many years ago...
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC
I shall give thee my love
Prithee with no deceit
I know not. Know you?
A glance of the eye
To ponder in woodness
Tis not keak nor whiteliver
A sky with wooly clouds
Methought you are theow
I shall bethink myself
Good morrow my lady!
My heart sings to see thee
Shy love, methinks of thou
O come hither, my life's delight!
Fie ! Fie on you !
To make me melt in thou words
Forsooth tis me, your prey
Nay my lady! tis me.
O my love's like a red rose.
I bid you to be ruled by me
I want to guard your honor
I pray to see thee with me
Aye my lord! Thou are mine
And I shall be thine.
You are the true sapphire
your fair sweet face
Make me cherish all that is good.
I want to stay faithful
I could never constrain myself
from loving and praising you.
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night.
Peace in thy breast!
So sweet to rest!
Alas! Thus If I am to die
Shh-- My love we shall die together
For I could not imagine
The pain I shall have to bear.
Tis thou whom I love and desire
For you, my sweet companion
I have thus given my heart.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
We are free!
We live in the land of opportunity,
With multicultural integrated communities,
Thank you elders for preaches, speeches of unity;
But now............;
I am sad, sad, sad, sad, sad;
The innocent live in a electronic prison,
And worst, some are slaves to the nation;
2017 the clink of the chain is replaced with a silent hum,
Even the whir of the brain computer interface machine disappears in the atmosphere glum;
We don't hear or see chains drag and clink,
As the imprisoned human's walk in sync,
The mainstream public unaware do not have a chance to bethink,
A spokes person will arise through the new generation,
With peaceful preaches, speeches to each Royal monarch,
And member's of Parliament to abolish electronic restraint's.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC
(PART I)
My heart aged quickly
Much faster
Than my face lets to see.
Pumped with deceit
By things and many
Stabbed and asked to heal
Perpetually.
If there is such a power
As to completely recover
A lesson I never learned;
Because regardless
Of how well it survived,
The finishing line
A heart in pieces
Already from the start.
Back to square one
The heart has won
Matured a couple of years
A thousand with every tear.
The heart grows older
Each time it starts over
The heart gets wrinkles
That no night cream
Can meddle;
I move with a cane
Taken the ability
To love without restrain.
(PART II)
But every time
I am done
I bethink myself of
The time I was young
When I believed
Without seeing
When I knew
Only by imagining.
With every life experience
The heart has catered
Faith
Always seems
To pull me back in
And this ancient heart
Runs back to that route
On the verge of innocence
When the heart's skin
Was still so thin;
Not hardened
Nor overshadowed
And eyes still sparkling.
I do not mind getting older
As long as I get wiser
And the lesson
Withstanding alone
With every heartache
A heart doubling its age
The heart that still tries
This heart that is willing
To always begin a new life
Is twelve years old again.
And when my body
Will slow down
And my hair
Is no longer brown
I will love as long as I live
Leaving behind what outlives;
For nothing is as hard
Nothing more enriching
Than staying young at heart.
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 3:25 PM UTC
The memories that were drawn by the past,
the colourful thoughts retained but gone to fade, thus each traces has remained within.
Time flies like bubble nor fogs amongst the wind
that rapidly obviates each and every moment.
For all single times went by,
for all the pile of hued scenes in our lives,
for all the tales of our immediate past,
luck indeed tends to come once in a lifetime.
...and when your wish finally came true,
embrace and don't let it pass,
because sometimes destiny is kind, selfish
or sulky.
Bethink that we cannot plead the time
to visit nor repeat the elapsed precious moments.
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 12:33 AM UTC
Why do I feel that he is still my world!
Why do I still love his beautiful curls!
I hold to his memories, like they were pearls!
I'm stuck in emotions, twisting like whirls!
Does he realize I've lived through these lashes?
Will he even know, if my number flashes?
Wonder if my smile, on his screen-saver he watches!
Wonder when memories peep, he stops or backlashes?
Do I regret, now as I bethink?
For an affair that was gone, even before I winked!
We were man and wife, though it was not inked.
We felt our love, would always keep us linked!
Does he still care? Does he still tear?
Will I ever dare? Why do I fear?
Verdicts were made, and we adhered!
Just live to bear! Life is austere!
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 7:14 AM UTC
~
*Hear me, and heed my woe,
i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …
how thy smileth reaches
thy eyen and
crinkles the c'rn'rs
immensely.
Thy confidence, a flame
yond burneth with f'rvent might,
intimidating, yet draweth me in,
as moth to candle's lighteth.
Thy passion is contagious,
thy excitement a thrill,
i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …
but mem'ries ling'r still
i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …
as thee gazeth into mine own eyen
bef're our lips meeteth
our intimate moments,
a sensual rapture,
thy corse, a w'rk of art,
sculpt'd p'rfectly in all its
muscular stature
i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …
the way we w're,
young with a future,
we couldst not seeth.
What ifs and maybes,
a maze, i tryeth to escapeth,
longing f'r what couldst've been,
a heart yond acheth.
Ev'ry fare thee well,
a pang in mine own chest,
feareth of nev'r seeing thee again,
and all yond is repress'd
Thy absence, a weight
yond i doth striveth to shaketh,
wond'ring wh're thou art,
what thou dost maketh.
Art thou joyous, art thou free from careth?
i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …
yet some days, 'tis hard to beareth.
In sooth,
i am not depress'd,
n'r doth i feeleth the blues, wh'reupon
i f'rce myself to not bethink on Thee …
by mineth owneth shall, anon.*
~
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
Thump, thump, thump
Thy heart hath been cast in the dunnest depths of hell
Where all is horrid, and none doth fair well
Thump, thump, thump
Cause teen doth thee, nay!
For teen done unto me, is not as such unto they
Thump, thump, thump
And louder and louder grows the melody of thy temperament
And not four, three, two, but one doth descend from the firmament
Thump, thump, thump
To bringeth peace to the wretched, woeful pentameter
And wish dismemberment upon thy casted phenyl ether
Thump, thump, thump
The hurtling, the hurtling, it grow’st, ever so behooved!
Make it stop, my dearly beloved!
Thump, thump, thump
O, that cursed noise! Let it be dispelled!
Wish I not to feel! To hear! To hell, be it! To hell!
Thump, thump, thump
O, I beg of thee, let thy ***** heave one last time!
Let thy heart love once more, bittersweet as thyme!
Thump, thump, thump
I can go on no longer, I’m sure of it now! Tear my mind from its host!
O, please, my love, my one and only, let it be death’s turn to boast!
Thump, thump, thump
O yes, yes, I wish such upon thyself, for glee I hath not!
In thought, in feeling, I am most distraught
Thump, thump, thump
Can not the same be said for thee?
Mine own love, mine own lady! End thy teen and let it beest seen!
Thump, thump, thump
I wish this odious hurtling beest heard nay more!
O! Mercifully, shalt death’s hands cradle thee, and bring peace? Nevermore!
Thump, thump, thump
M’lady, my everything, say what you will
But pain any less seems rather fittingly ill!
Thump, thump, thump
To leave behind what ye hath built,
Arm in arm did we, as one; it would hurt more than a sword through that drum, deep to the hilt
Thump, thump, thump
O, let still it be heard! For cease, it shall not!
And lest not, we bethink our final bethought
Thump, thump, thump
For forever in my heart lives thee
And forever will thou be cherished, my fair lady
Thump, thump, thump
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:19 AM UTC
Tis hither that we part
An escapade of misadventures
To bethink not wherefore
We hath chosen to part
But to what we owe this encounter
Alas the world may sayeth
Stranger art we not
So t aches me to sayeth
Tis hither that we part
Mine stranger
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
I vividly recollect me embracing you while we were in the shower.
The most passionate time of my life I recall.
I didn't know what possessed me to possess you in that fashion, so the only explanation I have is that you had a hold on me first; a more strong and foreseeing clutch.
My physical reaction cannot compare to the divinity of your works.
I witness how amused you were when I acted out foolishly, reminding me that I needed some kinda help.
Well the help I needed is no longer apart of my life, thanks to the complexity of my malfunctioning cerebrum. Sorry I didn't allow you to be my remedy.
I also remember dimples that are potent, just one more addition to a walking monument. He must have been thinking about someone much more appreciative than I when he walked you out of the gates and told you that you'll still be an angel of his, just accompanying a more physical spirit.
I bethink of how easy it was for me to confide in you, as if we known one another all our lives. Such strange but comforting arrangement. I was sure of continuous sustenance.
I reminisce on you specifying me as your "cupcake", since the icing is gone I don't want no other man to fill in what I already baked. You only got one cupcake! (I swear if you call anybody else that I'm whoopin yall ***** both of yall)
But I will never get the chance to commemorate me telling you the one thing that I was always so close to disclosing... That I loved you
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
The streets, the lights and all that passes by
The smiles, the grimace and everything nice
The countenace everytime you say "hi!"
And pantomine the words, the least you could try
You figured to start the day knowing lots to bear
Sorrounded by these, are you satisfied with your care?
When the sun's rays warmth you sorely
And the breeze of the wind is way-out indifferent
The day is halfway to its surcease
And the battleground is becoming at peace
Amidst all these, is the clearing of the sky and it's becoming fair
Wind up all the details through breathing pristine air
The rush hour pass as you revert to your haven
And there it is your great comfort
Lethargic you contemplate and wander
Before the window to your soul closes and rest
You bethink notions and all the things that matter
Endgame is, are you satisfied with your care?
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
Melanie, an uncommon primate from Akhetaten,
Her eyes burn with energy as coal,
An aura that's so graceful; would bring humbleness,
To even Pella's golden youth.
She's sung in the streets of Xiangyang,
With praises of a Qin princess.
Rumour has it that a See once,
Perpended dropping his Pallium for her matrimony.
Why wouldn't she take these as mere compliments?
Something well mastered by we mischievous mortals,
We who would laud a Muse to skin bleaching.
Why would she bethink herself divine?
Just cause Vinci once portrayed,
her as "The Black Madonna".
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
Pardon me please
And bravely spit out
That you do not want me
Since the very day I cast eyes on you
You became my ***** friend
You played king
And I played slave
You played head
And I played feet
My ***** doors
were forever opened to you
But your ignorant heart
Bothered not walk into
You played spotlight
And I played brink
You played sun
When the world was awake
And played moon
When the world fell asleep
You played stars
And I played telescope
Pardon me please
Why did you leave me for Mrs.Prejudice?
Why did you leave me for Mr.Pride?
Pardon me please
And do not pass over beside me
When you file for divorce.
Bethink! my ***** friend
and hike back into my heart.
Forever yours
Me
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 7:35 PM UTC
Dire straits necessitated
yours truly to bethink
outside the box (literally outdoors
of squarish structured nested dwelling),
where blinding albedo effect
forced me to blink,
additionally also ruffled tail feathers
of this sole surviving male bobolink
(North American songbird,
Dolichonyx oryzivorus)
pushing survival species
to extinction brink,
thus series of unfortunate events
woke resident chewink
(North American bird,
Pipilo erythrophthalmus
also called: towhee
or ground-robin),
tweeted from within
his cozy armoire *****
polar vortex froze habitat,
whereby arctic wind found
brushy areas to clink
unwittingly brambles ferocious
waving circular rotation
wrought minuscule countersink
eh, no bigger than a cufflink
his ornate bejeweled complex edifice
compliments of sizable income
allowed, enabled, and provided
opportunity in tandem
with significant other
to create acronym named ****
(dual income without kid)
acquiring handsome combined income
rendering and selling stylized goldfinch
also known as distelfink
common motif in
hex signs and fraktur,
which interpretive native folk art
eye state meaningless
without rhyme nor reason,
superfluous gibberish by George,
and/or...well... courtesy
following more purposeless gobbledygook
defying poetaster to incorporate doublethink
intelligently nsync with downlink
playfully, jauntily, and deliberately
creating confounding badinage eyewink
at thee, no doubt many
an anonymous innocent
reader calling me ratfink
under their breath or more
colorful brutal appellation
inducing cheeks of unknown followers
turning fifty plus shades of firepink
moost definitely concurring gink
perfectly apropos description
concluded individually versus
collectively, quickly, and
unanimously i.e. (think) groupthink
I approve this entire message, which
most likely tinders pet peeve,
concluding GoDaddy liberally did hoodwink.
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC
Lying on a pillow
crying tears.
My eyelashes crumble.
I'm trying to face my fears.
Life is hard.
Crying seems easy.
Only in private though.
I don't want to seem needy.
They say crying makes you strong
then why do I feel weak?
I don't understand things.
Why i haven't reached my peak,
Weeping on my pillow
I start to bethink.
It's all right to be me.
My fears start to shrink.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
torpedo ink, some doubts to sink,
another mouthful, bruising to bethink.
without lexical integrity,
they're solecistic towards pedagogy, amusingly distinct.
basking in the blasphemy, armed to the teeth, blameless and bruised,
putting on another comical skit, guiltlessly bemused.
but don't sit next to me at this ball,
i'm pensively perusing the aisles of protocol.
baffled, more putrid than pellucid,
this hobnobbing appalls me, the exclusively reclusive.
a nuisance shindig, conversations far too allusive.
enough with the palaver, and this shallow vernacular,
far too stupid, far too human, forehead now growing vascular.
make way for me to make hastily for the exit, please,
my apologies, but i'm far too pedantic to revel in this cesspit, jeez.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 7:55 AM UTC