"boldy" poems
Our bare, brief escape begins at the dance.
Steaming, smoking animals moving chance
that this ***** dancehall can yield loving.
Drug crazed pickers rev up their machined
Six string-ed orchestral Gibson guitars;
Yow! All the hipsters are making the scene
just now arrived in their late models cars.
Adults aping adolescents boldy down
drinks, belch bad beer and sweetly perspire
while you seething, hot and so sensuous
put my hand to your breast showing your fire.
Baby let's dance! Let's have our fun!!
Our brief escape has just begun.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
I breathe in.
I feel love and tears of joy.
I breathe out.
I cry, I laugh; The world is but a toy.
I breathe in.
I’m curious;
Just a fish looking at the hook.
I breathe out.
I want it all;
I search, I seek, I look.
I breathe in.
The river of woe,
with no warning does flow.
I breathe out.
Dissapointed and confused,
I boldy look for the More.
I breathe in.
Down and up and up and down,
I am still standing.
I breathe out.
Now I know,
that I know nothing.
I breathe in.
I passed the test;
I found love, made it work.
I breathe out.
I’m just glad that there still is road.
I breathe in.
The road does have holes;
That’s how it is, we are just in our roles.
I breathe out.
One day it will be past,
I am true, so it can last.
I breathe in.
I found my soul.
I breathe out.
I find that all we need is just in the plain and small.
I breathe in.
I get my love, I set sail.
I breathe out.
Oh, I have not a single regret.
I breathe in.
The time has passed, only memories are left.
I breathe out.
No more I move, no more I have breath.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
I boldly laugh at darkness
Boldy it laughs at me
In the black of
sparking
silver
moonbeams
I have seen the moth kiss
I have seen it kiss
the naked
bulb
If it rains
Tonight I know you will think-of-me
I used to smile in the dark
When you whispered in the rain
Your eyes were shining
bottle caps
in the passenger seat
the moon
is closed in dark clouds
Soaking feet in our shoes
The rain falls on the roof so loud
I feel it in my head
but you ask to be held
I would smile when you looked and said
"Do you think it's funny how the rain kisses my skin"
and I would answer slowly
and you asked to be held
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 5:53 AM UTC
Put me in a cage,
and I'll fly away
Put me in an aquarium,
and I'll swim out to the seas
Put me in the wilderness,
and I'll find my way back home
I've had dreams
Many never came to reality
I have failed
with the world, have dropped it like a ball,
turned directions until I was dizzy
to try another and another and another
way that never seemed to work
But I cannot give up
and cannot find any more roads
in a cage,
an aquarium,
or the wilderness
God has not forsaken His children
though we may endures such places,
but I venture to say that He gives us
a way out of any snare
that man has designed
I've got a song in my heart
I've got a place to go
no matter how shut off the world can be
God gives me melody beyond measure
Yes, I can go on!
Yet I need not convince anyone
but myself of this truth
Although I nearly lost the will
to experience God's joys at all,
I boldy answer the challenging call,
spanning the skies
that once looked threatening,
swimming the ocean blue
that once engulfed me in fear
traveling through the wilderness
that seemed never ending
Yes, I trekked afoot far and wide
just to hear a pleasant voice again,
and to find mine
If you listen
you can hear what I say
with the stroke of my pen,
although you detect
not a sound
I've got a song in my heart
that will not go away
and keeps me
moving on
Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 10:26 AM UTC
Peace on your head,
Brother
I Love you.
We Love you.
PEACE
YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID.
WITHOUT HIM I WOULD BE DEAD
nah
No im not deaf
Place treble cleff
Im not the best but one day I hope to be the best that I can be. That we can be, be free. NO SEE we are one and of one blood you YOU HERE ME SON said we are one we ONE STAR the son we need the blood I see the son BLINDING EYES im fighting lies
inside my mind i hide the blind. Like playing poker but the river is only mine imtryin to find;
A doubtfull shadow in a drought over overexposure in a year boutes
ROUND 1
HERE ME CLEARY MY SON
ears and eyes can be numb
Steady ******* my thumb
Heres the truck and it runs
Spill my ill from this quill bleed a vision
Instill?
Piledrive at the mill
Robots is Optomis drilled
Pills and pharmacists ****
Im just a kid when it comes to this
But poetry is this is
Hope you dont miss this
TWIST IT UP IF YOU WANT
To do it thru it we **** hate
And Love is my median
No not a comedian
Just meditate
I see a dream and it's color blind
I said the gun is thiers and im right
We SOLD YOU RIGHT!?
IM COLD AS ICE.
but hold it tight.
I speak too boldy right.
Seams white is not the light?
Mold me and soul the frieght
GHOST IS A SOLDIER NIGHT
hahha ^-^
hahha love ya Brother
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
Boldy,
That bird sings joy
And hammers out his songs
In quiet’s place; brave airs before
Nightfall.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
So tired of this skin color hair
creed social status divisions
malice biggotry greedy
Shady manners
The haves and have nots
worldwide strangeness!
The massive mile nature burnings
mysterious volcanic eruptions.
popping up
glacial s melting crumbling
This masked face
pandemic new world order
in the midst of it all!
O how I long
to take my loved ones
a few trustworthy friends
and fly out this ugly cris-cross
chemtrail sky covering all stars
killing natural cloud's
formations
on matrix mother Earth's
slippery slopes
ever closer to the sun
Earth's being kissed
by Mercury and Venus
no courageous ruller
to tell us the end's truth
that we must fly out
soon to boldy go
out to the stars.
~~~~~~~
By:Karijinbba
Copy Rights apply.
09-23-2020
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 9:39 PM UTC
'Here lies that sad girl and her scars'
Those words hovered over my head.
I giggled slightly,
Sick to my stomach.
Lumps upon lumps form in my throat.
As I welcome euphoria, my friend!
'Here lies that sad girl and her scars'
Sick thoughts, don't you think?
Oh! What do you care!
I'm falling in a blink.
At that moment,
I remembered the girl,
With big eyes and concern on her face.
What's that on your arm?
mind your ******* business
Oh it's nothing…
Huh?
I was just drawing on my hand with a really sharp (razor) pen and I didn't notice…
Oh wow that's so weird
You have no idea
I wonder if she saw the words on my arm…
Ha! Yes! You guessed it!
As cheesy I can be,
'HELP ME' was carved, quite boldy on my skin.
The girl made me think...
You,
Weird,
Sick,
****
Why won't you STOP?
So here I lay,
Dipped in ink,
Stripped and bleak.
Worried my shirt might get ruined, ****
'Here lies that sad girl and her scars'
Watch her as she shivers.
Her friend has gone away.
Who is here to stay?
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC
Fact is stranger than fiction.
Quentin sits for days trying to think of a plot,
As dazed and twisted as his.
And should the Tiger King take Quentin under his wing,
I am sure that Quentin's mouth will be searching for teeth.
(but then again, don't you think Quentin is a tad bit
old?)
Benevolent monarch, with peasants made of fur.
Boldy he strays upon a kingdom never his.
And the peasants,
They have no choice
Have no voice,
Nothing but the strength to look the Tiger King's
Advisor in the eye
as they say
"Goodbye".
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
See her as she walks,
Even The manner in which she talks.
She walks boldy with confidence.
She walks awoken with consciousness.
She walks with her head held high as she looks upon Her Father in the heavenly sky.
As she walks by they get one glance into her eyes.
Something that is so unexplainable that they can't began to Identify.
Something that they cant seem to recognize
Its something thats catches them by surprise.
No man can touch the flourishing fruit her of tree.
Its something in her that even a blind man can see.
How is it that she walks and smiles with such glee?
She walks humbly and gracefully.
She walks shamelessly and Courageously.
For She walks Daily faithfully and gratefully with the Almighty.
It happened the day He waited for her so patiently
She came to him on her bending knee to taste The greatness of thee.
His prescence became so contagious
That In her life she made many of changes.
She sought his face Tenaciously
Now In her heart is his place of residency.
Thats why when she walks its as if shes floating so heavenly.
You are seeing the Glowing of Her fathers Spirit overflowing from her majestically.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
A reel removed itself
From the moving pictures
Watching itself
**** and naked
What have I done
With the body that God gave me?
What have I done
With the son that mom made me?
Trailing trite through that summer night
He made his way to a river bend
Taking himself close and ever so tight
He wrote a letter that he never did send
The moonlight hit his body boldy
In the heat of that long summer night
There were passerby's that watched this poor man sizzlin'
Shouting and screaming that he never would have been existing
At long last the mirror of his mind
Evaported into an unknown unseeing universal sign
At long last the sands of past sins
Had been past to accept its final rhyme
Mystery movements memorize motor molecules
Mirroring mechanisms matching men mutually
Member music Maybelline May?
Member music Maybelline May back in May?
She payed with nothing
Yet gave me everything
She payed no not a quarter
But left me
Oh so goddamned' distorted
May 9, 2011
May 9, 2011 at 10:11 PM UTC
softly
the
native song plays boldy
even from death
-----
the mountains are gone!
gone!!!
gone!!!!
only gentle spirits
to tell the tale
------
and you?
you!
what shall you do to
declare your
divinity?
------
hot roding hell to the end of the line
---------
simple songs
well
what really is being SAID?
nothing
-------------
walking naked
yeh
we seen it before
--------------
speaking truthfully
yeh
we aint heard THAT
for a very long time
----------
even us great poets
gotta get offa our ***
sometime
-------
right?
------------
we are
so very
something-or-0ther
yeh
we are
Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 11:54 AM UTC
tonight
i think of love as
a quiet cloud of
cigarette smoke sneaks in
through my
bedroom window.
when i say i love you
to my friend
it means my voice on
the other end of the phone
when the shadows from your head
are now dancing on your walls,
and i will talk you through
the revelation that fear and awe
are not far off.
it means i will accept
the weight you throw onto my shoulders, gladly,
when it gets too much to bear.
when i say i love you
to my family
it means mountains
and oceans and
existential planes
cannot separate us.
it means state lines
may exist on maps,
but my love will cross boldy,
any border.
it means you are my home.
when i say i love you to her
it means being buried alive
underneath layers of
frantic heartbeats,
bedsheets,
and a love that transcends love
and becomes one single
shared breath
inhaling late night epiphanies
and coughing out
paper hearts.
i love you in very much
the same way the stars shine for the earth, the way the oceans gently kiss the shore
the way smoke sneaks in through a bedroom window
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
On my knees, I kneel.
I beg for compassion.
........ Because......
To love is to forgive.
To forgive is to love.
To forgive is divine.
To error is human.
Don't deny the fulfillment of God's law.
love isn't optional but God's command.
And forgiveness is Godly.
Please forgive me, come back home.
Our home has turned into a house.
It's cold, please come back.
Come back and make it warm.
Please come back to restore this home.
Forgiveness is the final form of love.
Forgiving won't change the past.
But can change our future.
Please forgive me, take my hand, let's boldy face the future till death do us part.
After all, in the words of Bishop T. D. Jakes: "love is union of two great forgivers not lovers"
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC
here, I can wash away
my pain, my fear
they were never meant to stay
I speak to the universe
in thanks, but hardly pray
here, I can whisper boldy
and write what I dear not say
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
Feb 7, 1975
Yes the room is still in order with the windows dressed in lace
And the bed is in the corner but it’s cold and gone to waste
The stereo’s playing music but the words are in bad taste
And everywhere I care to look your love has left its trace
From poetry and story books to lines upon my face
Its memory builds from empty air and breeds in every space
The room now seems so empty or has it always been this way?
At the time it always seems so real but in the end it's hard to say
Your tears left on the pillow have dried and left a stain
As if the bed is saying where you will not lay again
Your picture has been broken by some fool in his rage
The glass is cracked and shattered but the picture's still the same
It lays there now so boldy with a smile still on its face
Staring up so openly that I can't turn away
The windows too are waiting for you to gently close the drapes
And the dust has falling everywhere like a dry unyielding rain
And in sadness now I must leave this room where sorrows has its reign
And move into another world where death has no domain
James H. Webb
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC