"boaster" poems
Daily I listen to wonder and woe,
Nightly I hearken to knave or to ace,
Telling me stories of lava and snow,
Delicate fables of ribbon and lace,
Tales of the quarry, the **** the chase,
Longer than heaven and duller than hell--
Never you blame me, who cry my case:
"Poets alone should kiss and tell!"
Dumbly I hear what I never should know,
Gently I counsel of pride and of grace;
Into minutiae gayly they go,
Telling the name and the time and the place.
Cede them your silence and grant them space--
Who tenders an inch shall be ***** of an ell!
Sympathy's ever the boaster's brace;
Poets alone should kiss and tell.
Why am I tithed what I never did owe?
Choked with vicarious saffron and mace?
Weary my lids, and my fingers are slow--
Gentlemen, **** you, you've halted my pace.
Only the lads of the cursed race,
Only the knights of the desolate spell,
May point me the lines the blood-drops trace--
Poets alone should kiss and tell.
L'ENVOI
Prince or commoner, tenor or bass,
Painter or plumber or never-do-well,
Do me a favor and shut your face
Poets alone should kiss and tell.
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You are a solider,
The war of my life is at a cease,
Its the stillest moment I've ever lived,
Because you are my solider,
You are a protector,
The wreck of others is trashed,
You know the right words to say,
Fixed my heart when it's mashed,
For that I adore you,
Aegis,
You absorb the bad,
Dispense the good,
You are knocked down,
You get back up and walk,
You are hurt,
You are pain,
You are love,
You are joy,
You're my Aegis,
Many try to mock,
Many try to ruin,
Many tried to fix,
Aegis
God walks in your walk,
God shines in your smile,
God moves in your spirit,
God talks through your voice,
Aegis,
If you want to see the beauty,
I'd advise you to look closer,
It's not what you think it is,
It's what I see, I'm a boaster,
I am proud,
I have pride,
I have the greatest mother Alive,
And I just want the world to know you're beautiful,
Go ahead,
Seek and you shall find,
It's not in the weight,
Or the size of your behind,
You'll find it in the bathroom,
On an item that reflects,
My Aegis look in the mirror,
And tell me what you see,
When you see yourself,
Smile and let your light gleam !
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
I sit here whistling Dixie sitting down ,
a concerto of noises sang out.
No smoking signs loiter the walls,
for obvious reasons it has
a picture of a posterior with:
"No naked flames allowed"
Then there is the score board,
Beginner,
Boaster,
Legend the hardest to claim.
For that score you have to clear out
not only the downstairs, but wake
those upstairs from slumbering sleep..
Me I'm a boaster, that's when the doors
shut, and all I hear from the sitting room
down the hallway is:
"**YOU ******
Let me just tell you that air freshener
is not in my home.
Do you know the smell of both mixing,
lets just say never spraying that again.
Some sit and think, some even sniff there stink.
Me I just read a few pages of a novel on page 163,
we all have our routines but me I mostly
sit here whistling Dixie sitting down,
as concerto of noises sing out.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 10/5/2019
Sitting on the perch the rooster boasted:
soon the king of swimmers I'll be
and laurel wreath I will get:
Cos the champion of champions I am in this respect!
The hens, excited, clucked in admiration,
small yellow chicks silently listened in awe,
oinking happily were the piglets,
and the ducks? Like crazy they laughed!
Wieslaw Musialowski 10/15/2001
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
My life
Will never be a happy ending.
It's like a roller coaster
Going high into the air
Throwing me this way and that
Then falling back into this place.
I realize now
That you are the roller coaster
And our love the tracks.
A never ending ride
I have to stand in line
To understand what I'm feeling inside
This life is not mine.
It is controlled by the roller coaster
You. The big boaster.
My life
Will never be a happy ending
Because it's in your hands
And they always have it bending.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
It's my duty to define who I am
If not, people will call me what I'm not
Or drive me around like a tram
Or treat me like I amount to naught
I'm a Lion who doesn't go about roaring
I'm a walking power and I'm not a boaster
I don't take no for an answer
Negative energy, I'm always rejecting
I'm all about loving
I believe in karma
I stay far away from gossiping
Still, I'm friendly, when you see me, please holla!
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
The messes
The faces
The curses
The presses
The aces
The purses
The ages
The adages
The appendages,
Enough about me, she fell in love with a coaster, a toaster, a boaster and a griot above all else. It was all vain. He cried in her arms and never got up. **** this stranger, give him life, give him head and head out to town. Mental gratuity brings back memories, and memories bring back, relieve closure, relive. Grieve, and agree. Do you see me? Stop looking at me.
I resign on a bad note, my friend died this morning. I choked her silently in the cold room, I am now afraid to leave the house, her clothes are still on the bed. Memento mori.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 11:18 AM UTC
New Coaster,
Big Boaster.
A Dare,
They Share.
Up Creak,
Over Peak.
Loud Scream,
A Stream.
New Pair,
Underwear.
Jun 2, 2022
Jun 2, 2022 at 6:16 AM UTC