"cants" poems
One day, all of the 'coulds' will change into 'cants'.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
etymolo gicilato
pervy and scribe
justa lovidactil
otta wormsandside
ima scribble bluey
evological snide
scriptiburgis outcast
meatiyum pride
urdadidafactus sum
party thatribe
looping over cants
and the meaningless tide
looping over cants
and the meaningless tide
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:04 AM UTC
In the linoleum dungeon
Sparkling swiffer creature
Squirts the floor
Calls polyphemic odors
Opening
And the crazy stench of allspice
Biting lime and draconian breath
Burning the nostril coins
Copper shield bending the cilia
Oven mitts plastered with narcotic grease and decomposing meals
Of yesteryear
Unclear
She speaks between steaming inspirations
Hoo-huh
Exhale the fire
It's'a hotta pasta lasagna
As the helicopters flap their handy rotories
Fast fractal birds
In circumfereferential motion
Cool down our mouths
Ice cubes in the juice
Plop a shot of gin
With that silly child's grin
And the room slowly cants
Begins to spin
As we laugh at the spots we cannot
Pin
Staring at the stellar mountain chains
Thrusted stone
Busted metal
Stabbing up into the sky
Competition
Where is the home beyond the horizon
Where we ate good meals
Not made alone
With parental guidance
As the days were stolen
By the erosive time
That spinning wheel
Well,
It's deep in us now
And the cells metastasized
Realized
That heaven is hell.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
Its nefarious arrogance, that's scaring grandparents, but its in the air and I'm airing it, as we are seeing all the signs, but just staring at them.
Somehow there is safety as an arian, where we are safely alien to Americans made in sapient sanitariums, shooting you first for glaring at em.
So what if i'm Dolling up my delirium for a serum to cure them all.
I am awol, from my call to duty, recreating movies, for serial groupies, suiting up to slither a delivery of a soothing sour piece.
I am stalling to clean the secretions from hostel sheets from the screamers being eaten, by Cretans, with beaten dogs at bay, staring blank at the fanfare from a cage.
Im burning white sage, under pages of poetry anointed by a stoical spleen, tuning out the dreams, of lesser beings, until complete.
A zoo within a zoo within a zoo, i barely know you now
Barely know how, to know you as a model citizen with baller trimmins, fixins, and a life with others wives, in the rough diamonds of the bluff, before the door opens just enough, to look through and confirm what you already knew.
Love is the stuff dreams are made of.
And through you..
Im through.
Pleading, to seed the need for repentance and with reduced sentences, bleeding the demands on stances of chance, in costly cants.
I am convulsing in the congruence, in which I am influenced, by my afflictions of depictions in my head
I might be addicted to the dread of previously said decor, in my adorable horror show afloat, deplorably denoting the nopes of logic, and the slippery slopes of khangi, that spring off me when i'm coughing on my green tea.
You are wrong to stop me in my dislogic, dodging the narcotic mocking of toxic strong arming, in proxy alarms, setting barns ablaze.
I praise the poetry pushed on me, dauntingly haunting me with savant like ambiance, from the have nots, having things as far as the eyes can see.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 12:51 AM UTC
They say you can't I say true
Heehee here are the steps
Step 1:buy a bunch of fruit (mostly banannas)
Step 2:take the fruit find your stupid person why is he under the couch cushionss
Step 3:Feed the banannas to him
Step 4:steal his shoes and throw them at his head
Step 5:Stick a toothpick up his nostrils up his as** and into his mouth
Step 6:Kick his as**til he learns his lesson
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
Talking Turkey
gobble gobble gobble
it may sound like giberish to you
or sometimes called gobbledygook
nonsensical in thought it's true
the genesis of language
was born here though at least it seems
the northern mesopotamian birthplace
the birthplace of our dreams
the beginnings of modern man
the farmer now the gatherer no longer
communication skills needed more
the thoughts so much stronger
this bipedal ***** standing creature
descendant of humanoids now gone
move north out of Baghdad
and learned to sing a song
the music still playing in our ears
lingers on from these Turkish rants
poetry in another form
words of the future cants
Gomer LePoet....
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
It's quite funny
How you can go through life
Not knowing what your purpose is
Day by day you wonder
...
What is my future
Is there a future
??
Life is confusing like that
One moment you're feeling on top of the world
The next you're down in hell
Satan calling you closer
Negative thoughts
Cants instead of cans
Doubting yourself
"I won't ever be good enough"
And because of the stupid insecurities you lock away
You never truly will,
Or can,
Be happy.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
I am trapped in a square
4 corners
each pointing in different directions
my square holds my tears
my disappointments
my i cants
i am trapped
as my tears drown me
they overcome my square
my disappointments taunt me
while my i cants continue to define me
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
I can hear my neighbours clock
I can hear my neighbours snore
I can hear my neighbours television
I can hear my neighbours washing machine
I can hear my neighbours dog
I can hear my neighbours cat
I can hear my neighbours toaster
I can hear my neighbour microwave
I can hear my neighbours flush
I can hear my neighbours phone
I can hear my neighbours cants
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
Walking in screens
Continually posing
Posing in a play
Entertaining the haze
Suspended in the maze
Of purgatory
One door
Both ways
Fate
Chance
Altered states
Hate
Commands
From a beast
That states
His plans
Cans the cants
Demands a stance
Will not stand
Astray
Today
Do not
Count
The sand
Or risk
Sealing
Fate
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 9:14 AM UTC
Backwards back cracks,
He pulls the straps tighter,
Her hips bleed sonnets from 1978,
A war inside a woman,
An unknown battle to the world,
It starts at such a young age,
No cease fire till you're dead,
Paint your lips red,
Even though your personality is stale,
Because the world stole the word beauty,
And printed on a list of cans & cants,
Her eyes shadowed bright gold,
***** falling out,
Even in the winter cold,
They say she will be loved,
Loved loved loved,
Longing is all she'll ever be.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
I shouldn't love you like this. I shouldn't remember the thoughts running through my head during our first kiss. But I do. I remember how nervous I was, but how I couldn't seem to pull away when you hugged me and kissed my neck. How cute it was when you laid your head in my lap and watched tv. Like it was normal.
I won't become addicted to the feel of you. The way you try to kiss me when I'm mad. When your breaths become deeper and I hear the faintest moan when I know you're ready for me.
I can't leave like this. It's only been 4 months and i wake up with my head in the clouds. And to some that's crazy, young, temporary, unreasonable, and a million other negative adjectives calling me stupid. But to me it's love because love is unexpected. You trade in the "I shouldnts" the "I wonts" the "I cants" for the we wills, the we shoulds and the we cans.
I don't know if we ever will, if we'll ever be able to, if we'll ever get our chance. But I can't regret anything because you taught me that you find the most perfect things when you stop looking.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
Angelic in stature, you're not a master,
You're not my master.
You're my equality spread like butter and jalapeño jam on a toast made to years of success.
Don't forget. It's not what you wished for,
It's not that you wished.
The fact remains that wherever the current decides to line itself and hang wet clothing is a decision made by beautiful coincidence,
So the legless can swim and the legged can spin in parking lot circles, it's the middle of the night and this is how you met her.
Can I pull a fast one? Well you cant pull a slow one, you can only carry it.
So yes, pull a fast one so the decision to put it behind you won't haunt me for the rest of life,
Because I don't want to say I almost did it,
I wanna say I did. I wanna say we loved each other madly in the corner of our parents lives so everyone left that part of the room undecorated, because the posters are ours.
The fact remains that wherever you decided to footstep the Earth is a decision made by beautiful coincidence and the world is friendlier then it seems, there is no need to impose.
Leave yourself to dry along the line set by the current,
We can wait because eternity enjoys itself in fooling us,
Shepherding the cants and wonts into oops I dids,
we believe, we believe, we believe.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 6:07 PM UTC
There is a bird here
with a broken wing.
It cants off to the left
drooping almost to the ground.
The feathers are oily,
shredding.
He hops around the base
all day, scavenging,
picking up things
here and there,
making a living.
I left for awhile
and came back.
He was still alive.
I thought he would've died
already.
That wing was so ugly.
I asked him how he'd made it.
He raised his head above his shoulders,
just like a king,
as he said to me:
"I am a bird
with a broken wing."
For a minute,
he stared at me,
then hopped off
with that broken wing.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
I can't promise that I'll be the wealthiest man in the world
I can't promise that I'll be able to get you anything you want
I can't promise that there won't be times that we'll argue or be upset with each other
I can't promise that I'll be able to be with you for every second of the day
I can't promise that we'll be in love forever
But
I can promise that I'll try my hardest every single day that each one of those cants becomes a can.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
i burned all six sobriety tokens,
and drank a fifth with such a devotion
in search of drugs i asked my pets
but i broke the pipe at their request
i straddle lines of cans and cants
reciting scriptures while doing the demons dance
whats constructive as this,
a kiss destructive as this...
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
Venial she is in all different matters,
Where her verge is golden plastered to flatter thine human senses.
Veteran of suspenses,
Unnacustomed to kindness of words?
Believer in verbs?
Unavoidable to any common sensed man!!!
Knowledge giver beyond delinquents,
A true player of cants and cans,
Lover of strict demand!!!
Desirer to shake hands.
What unbalanced link canth I connect?
Is thy heart still wrecked for not having as thou needs?
From always having to bleed?
For you die another day!!!!
Put your fashions on display, for God's your only judge, you actress you!!!!
Substantial,
Your heart burnt sleeves are worn where the pain is scorn and qualm,
Where darkened sky's are the fringed and never blue,
Hybrid of god and man, for thou ways are noticed globally!!
Vocally you sound a hummingbird so high,
Harsh to thine self, best to everyone else,
You adventurer for troublesome ride!!!!!!
Tabby's cannot compete your wild child,
Where being stable is praised!!
Stadiums arth waiting your eyes to be impressed by you're plentified fruitful garden....
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC
I peer
Towards the flame
From behind
The gauze of,
“I wish,”
And
“What if,”
And
“Why can’t,”
And it is dark
There.
And it is dark
Until
My breathing seeps
Between the edges
Separating
Wishes from
Cants
And why nots
From what ifs.
And here
I am now
In the clear
Flickering
Light
Of the morning.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
Into the cursory environment, gripping to memories
Of all ones you see. Is it over yet?
As you gaze back seeing tree roots distancing, you stay berating
to the mirror. Fiddle then pacing, stepping not to the future awaiting.
Omitting the transpiring minutes, sitting
dabble dally, idling the glad, even treading reflecting water. Why?
Just one hint to pave the path into circles.
Depths each curve, that pang thoughts that hurt a lil.
Lengths racing treads, only finding your miss-steps.
Befallen to shoulds, the cans consummating the cants.
Gathered theatre, with quips and ribbing rants.
Recognized concessions to your stance;
Ten toes down in the Stage...Cognizant
~Markie Waters~
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC
Hello
His words twist around your mind
And makes you believe he cares
Be careful not to say bad things
His world is deadly
He takes a girl
He has chosen
And takes her heart
Breaks it up
Into his jar of hearts
His dreamy blue eyes
His body that's cants be explained
Takes hold of your hand
Makes you feel in love
Cuts you open
And leaves you heartless
Feeling like shutting down
He leaves with his knife in one hand
And a jar full of hearts in another
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC
There is beauty in the way you breathe,
Such perfection weaves paths into my heart,
It's the fact that you can still smile without
My presence that's tearing me apart.
I cannot dwell on the past, I spend
Every night weeping over you,
I'm incapable of letting go,
Powerless though it's unhealthy to do.
It's time for me to give you up,
At least that's what my friends say,
I'm not prepared, I love you too much,
I have lost faith in finding the way.
You are the only thing I care about,
Never have I felt this much before,
What did I do wrong to push you
Into thinking you need something more?
Are there any words I can say
To earn from you another chance?
If I could I would take back all of
The pessimistic "Nos" and "I cants"
I'll change for you, and prove my worth,
Make you understand how deeply I care,
I promise I can flip my life upside down,
I'll be better than I was, I swear.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC