"cay" poems
Exotic petals of yellow,
Hot pink and leaves of green
A sunrise of baby blues
And clouds made of cream.
.
A lei of Hibiscus
Whiskey and Tequila too
A paradise of softheartedness
Where the sun will never set on you.
Lilac skies in the west
Clouds made with a dash of tangerine
A Pink Flamingo guarding her nest
A sight straight out of daydreams.
The spirits sway
In the shadows of the palm trees
So come on down and meet us by the Cay
And let all your fears fall away.
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC
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Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
The following is a true story. Regular words are the teacher, the quoted, myself.
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Today we are going to play
a word association game.
I will say a word,
and then you do the same.
Yellow.
"Yellow."
Blue.
"Blue."
That's not what I want you to do!
Say something different than what I say:
Cup.
"Up-cay."
Plate.
"Late-pay."
Book.
"Ook-bay."
Pencil.
"Encil-pay."
Okay...
May 17, 2010
May 17, 2010 at 3:38 PM UTC
Oh, my love
how you make me so sad for this longing
for you knows no end.
Oh, I surrender to you
this poor sad and beating heart.
Oh, I abandon the wide world
for one tiny touch of your skin.
Oh, to hold you in a passionate embrace.
Oh, how your life means more to me
than my life.
How my heart is full of longing.
Swilling evermore
bursting with tears.
Oh, how my heart and poor soul
sing a sad song
when you are far away.
please come and mercy find
and let my heart
bleed its sad longing
for a love so impossible.
A form so lovely
like the flowers
that grow in the fields of heaven.
Oh, my heart sorrows,
sorrows beyond words.
Oh, lovely creature
lovely as God's only son
Oh, I willingly give
my life, my soul
from my hearts deep longing.
My heart bleeds a sad longing.
Oh, you are a haunting love song
and oh, such an impossible song
to haunt my poor beating heart.
My soul is so far away from heaven's shore
when you are gone so far from me.
Oh, without you my soul dies
never to be reborn.
Oh, let me come and taste
heaven in your arms
let me touch that bright shore.
My haunting and lovely angel
Oh, I will wait for you
all the days of eternity.
Oh, how they would seem
but a single hour.
Oh, my love for you
fills my bottomless heart.
And oh, how my love for you no angels tongue can tell.
My heart beats its sad longing.
Oh, I cay a lake of tears
for the sad longing
for you in my heart.
Oh, I shall love you
till eternities end.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
I think of Istanbul
Diary recalls beautiful memories
May peace prevail
I feel for Istanbul
breathe in a cup of cay
May happiness spread
Istanbul Magic
how many times it warmed me
My hope is with you
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
Times in pain dark clouds cover the sky
Fountains of heaven doth open when Angels cry
Emotions spent and tears to dry
Heavens thy pains bear and Angels Cry
The spirits of freedom seek to fly
Chained in tis world Angels Cry
Dreams of the heart to paint the sky
Hands tied to pain Angels Cry
Hunted souls birds without wings to fly
Felt in heaven Angels cry
Rage in the heart hatred fly
Love and peace Angels cry
Heaven to reach the hungers cry
Souls doth care Angels cry
Hearts of Love empty to dry
Showers to fill Angels cry
Hurt and pain Angels cry
Love and Joy Angels cry
Tears and smile Angels cry
For you and me Angels cay
The world to be one Angels Cry
To those in darkness Angels Cry
To those that Left Angels Cry
To the lonely souls Angels Cry
Love in the heart Angels cry
A hand to help Angels cry
To share and care Angels Cry
To bring the joy Angels Cry
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
them Tennessee mountains
live in his marrow's core
them Tennessee mountains
are the place he'll always adore
it's time for that Tennessee boy
to get on back to feel its welcoming air
he so wants be amid
the mountain's wilderness of peachy fair
there his roots do belong
grounded in every splendid furlong
he's been away from this homely hearth
roaming an unsated path
Adaline his sweet gal
waits in Tennessee
she'll greeting him with a kiss
under the crab apple tree
in her arms is where
he'll ever stay
cause she's the darling
who abides in his heart's cay
he's been dreaming of returning
to hear a blue jay's refrain
that calls in the mountains
with a sunlit twain
them Tennessee mountains
beat in his bosom's emotion
their soulful essence
so blissful of devotion
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
rivers of salt; saccharine silicon and
iridescent nightmares;
kids carve their names into trees
because their concept of forever is
three summers forward;
entropy demands a tithe, a
forfeiture of lives; decimate your herds
and still
no, it is not enough.
know it is not enough.
don't keep your sweet little mouth
open too long; sugar attracts flies,
and pretty soon your
teeth will be teeming
with maggots and rot,
streptococcus sanguis
cheerfully wearing down your enamel
like you wore down my inhibitions.
"it'll be fun," you said, dropping
one hundred milligrams
on your tongue, firmly grasping the back
of my neck, and applying your lips to mine.
one hundred milligrams
slide down my throat, and despite myself,
I laugh, because even when I'm scared
I want to be with you.
the Black Angel is God On Earth; she is
lonely beyond belief, and I give her a hug.
people forget that monsters have
feelings too, and
God?
God is the biggest monster of them all.
God is entropy, and she is
unimpressed by the pyramids
on your dollar bills; she will devour
the stars and the planets and newborn
babies swaddled in blankets,
and she yet hungers:
redwoods and sequoias and aloe vera,
microchips and inkjets and MacBooks.
we are crowded around the bonfire,
s'mores and cheap liquor, your hand on
my thigh; the heavens have
opened up, drenching us
in starlight: I have never felt more
beautiful. you raise my wrist to your
mouth, placing a gentle kiss on my
scaphoid and my lunate; you swipe
your tongue across supple flesh
before clamping down with your teeth;
I am seeing stars and feeling lovely
and I am so, so enamored with you and
so, so happy you are here.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Sitting there-
across the way-
I spy thee, a beast of care
shining with the Light of day.
Your eyes-a beauty fair-
enough to make me sway!
Your lips, watched with despair,
urge my Heartache to fly away.
And here-where I stare-
on a beach I lay,
the ocean my nose does snare.
A longing; I wish to stay.
Standing, you give me a scare,
and walk forward to my dismay.
Anxious to become a pair,
I turn my face towards the cay.
You reach across with hand bare
to place a finger so I cannot say
how I miss your bronze arm's dare,
an obscured passion of the May.
The Sun begins to set-no light to spare-
as you lean in with amorous display
for this Summer affair.
A longing; I wish to stay.
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 12:38 AM UTC
From Austin on to Pensacola
from there I went to South Dakota
Moved on back to Arizona
Just trying to start a life
Went from Flagstaff to Daytona
then headed out just past Pamona
hung around and hit Sedona
Just trying to start a life
It didn't matter where I was
I had to move on just because
She'd find me in my dreams
I shut my eyes but couldn't sleep
Her image in my mind would creep
She'd find me in my dreams
Spent some time down in L.A.
There she was so I couldn't stay
Went and moved to Spanish Bay
But there she was again
Found a place in Monte Ray
only stayed there for a day
went down south down by Queens Cay
But, she followed me again
I shut my eyes and I did find
Her image burned into my mind
The girl was in my dreams
Although I tried to start anew
There was nothing I could say or do
And you should have heard my screams
I tried again, but had no luck
I even slept inside a truck
I woke up cuddled with a duck
And again her in my dreams
I'd been all 'round this country side
I'd walked, and flew and hitched a ride
It may be better if I died
But, I'm sure she'd find those dreams
I'm sure it didn't matter where
She didn't really care
She would always haunt my dreams
Hair so blonde and eyes of blue
I just can not get rid of you
You'll never leave my dreams
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
Their love was never possible
It could not allowed to be
So deceptively decant
The way the beach consumes the sea
Amid the fields of flowers
Where no one would ever see
He stripped her heart so bare
She begged him willingly
Exchanging dangerous glances
It made her heart to race
He consumed her every thought
They made it do in haste
But their days began to narrow
The path became unsure
Deceit flared out it's nostrils
For their lust there was no cure
The parting was barely visible
She went about her way
He chose the other path
That lead down to the cay
She sails in luxurious ships
He sits in a craber's shack
They both turn their shoulders
Always looking back
Their love was never possible
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
Ketal ya tu ahora?,
Y ya perde man etu dayun,
Ya promete tu cay jende tu cumigo ay deja,
pero donde ya tu ahora?
el promesas ya ulvida.
Era ay jende ya lang iyo cuntigo ya conose,
para el dolor de este amor
ay jende tanto vien duele para sinti,
Como cuando ay ya ama ya iyo cuntigo
amo pa tu ay sal'le y deja cumigo na ere,
Porque gaha etu ya sal'le na mi vida?
Cosa ba iyo ya hase?
por pavor manda sabe cay mas pa iyo na loco
por cuantos anyo cay kita ya man junto
y todo amor ay pwede iyo dale
ya oprese iyo para kita dos ay keda alegre.
por pavor manda sabe si donde iyo ya palta?
El mga vonito memorya etu ya dale
el amo ta sinti cumigo duele
cay todo aquel yos memorya,
amor y promesas
nuay valor y todo pamparonadas.
Donde ya tu ahora?
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
dreaming of a beach-side holiday
I'll get there by next month's end
to but feel the sea's cooling spray
an east breeze in the harbor's bay
floating softly about a coastal rend
dreaming of a beach-side holiday
sandcastles on the shore shall array
taking a walk by rocky ledge bend
to but feel the sea's cooling spray
sandpiper wings e'er fluttering away
twill be a relaxing time to expend
dreaming of a beach-side holiday
a time to enjoy waves in a blue cay
tasting the freshness of an ocean friend
to but feel the sea's cooling spray
the salty brine doth beckon a stay
if only this locale I could apprehend
dreaming of a beach-side holiday
to but feel the sea's cooling spray
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
If you wanna be salak
You must have a buyuk yarak
If you wanna be orusbu
Bu bir kotu iliskinin konusu
I speak english not very well
Siktir et amQ bu askercell
Aslında Turkce siir bana yazmak kolay
And i use English sometimes
I wanna be a millioner
Bu hayallerde, ben asker
It's not poem it's our life
I just wanna drink a Turkish cay
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
Well my sister missed her only bus today
So I took her on her way
But down the road it started to hail n' snow
So bad so we couldn't even see where to go
And when the snow died down
We saw a woman all dressed in a wedding gown
She ran from us but we quickly followed her
Her hair bounced around like ol' rabbit fur
When we got to her on the side of the road
She couldn't say how young or how old
Cried out, "My love has died all over again!"
She sobbed and wept as it began to rain
Her hair was wet and her make-up ran
Her hands gripped the wet grainy sand
My sister looked down at her with an ill look in her eye
She attempted to help but she only cried
"It's alright," I said, "We'll take you back."
She said," Well then, you just don't know jack."
"No I don't but I'm sure old Jack knows me."
"I don't know, let's us both go and see."
Well I picked her up and took her to our truck
And out in the forest I spotted a young forest buck
She shivered and she whined as I placed her gently down
A beauty shined in her eye like the glitter if a crown
Yes' right there and then I was ensnared
Right there with my sister sitting there
Love smiled at me and I smiled back
My sister trying not to make a crack
We all drove down to my sisters little school
Us in the back talking me sounding like a fool
I took her hand and asked her to be mine
Next I knew I was standing next to her in the chapel line
And I fought ol' Jack and I did win
Later found out he was second a kin
Jack swung and kicked and hollered and swore
A left and a right from me and he said "No more"
So there is the story of my random love
Thank God ol' Jack didn't pull a gun
But on that day I can truthfully say
I'm glad I took the way around the cay
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 5:14 AM UTC
I Breathe, Perceive The Breeze That Carry Leaves & Shakes The Trees, Inside I Feel So Alive , & Ready To Die,, Skies Cry, The Rain On The Graves My Heart Is Light,
Holding A Rose With Thorns SO Tight, As I Wipe My Eyes,
Clouds Block The Sun, A Shade Seep Through,
I'm Deeper Than The Sea Floor, I Bleed Blue,
It's Free To Be We , Just Be You,
Pure Heart Foreign To My Fellow Neighbors,
Were All 1 But Come On Son, Be A Savior,
So Much Disruption, Passive Hate Combusting,
People Who Died Alone, With Ropes At Home, Or Blades,
A Gaze At Barrel Domes
Who Loved Them,
I Will Be The 1 To Never Leave,
You Stranded Like The Cay, Okay,
Remember The Light From Me That Shines The Night,
Puddles On Your Pillow Case, Stars Just Cry,
If You Been Bleeding For An Understanding,
Call Up On My Soul ,
Its So Cold With Out A Coat,
Even Some Times , It's Still So, Oh,
Blizzard Notes, Piano With Misty Strokes,
Speech Sharp, Slit My Throat,
If No One Gets IT , I Get It THough
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
Nassau
Warm smiles under rusted hulls,
mailboats smoking,
lobster red cruise ship tourists,
back to the islands they go
Highborn Cay
White cloth walled gazebos,
bikinis and tan.
Loungers on pearl beaches,
lovers, the sea and sand
Compass Cay
A pirates place.
Rustic docks in crystal blue.
A meeting place, restless souls
Pathways and secrets on a tropical island.
Oh, frolicking sharks? In cuddle piles.
Staniel Cay
Rural and lovely,
Pink and blue shops, take your pick.
Haggling fishermen in front of a quaint little pub.
far from home, further from troubles.
Locals tell me god blesses me a lot.
The church has the best plot of land.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
***The Jamaica Jewel's sails are full with skull & bones on high mast,
canons thunder, I pillage & plunder with a trim keel my ship is fast.
My boots and vest are leather black with sword & buckles of gold,
when sunlight reflects, landlubber's quake & their blood runs cold.
I always dress in black except from my hat a plume of vermillion,
A pirate's chest full of treasure and pieces of eight by the million.
Just the sound of my name sends shivers to timbers of all,
I am Capitan Blood Head, on mermaid lips and ports-o-call.
On sand & beach Capitan Blood Head wanted alive or dead,
where rivers become waterfalls posters for bounty is what's read.
So the legend lives on, from Key Largo, San Juan & St. Kitts Cay,
from Trinidad and Tobago to Saint John and Montego Bay.
Don't you dare cross Capitan Blood Head and his Scallywags,
and don't even think about The Capitan's favorite Sea Hags,
or walk the plank to Davy Jones' locker you sank. AGRRR!!!***
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
My **** is tight
My great white hype
X men gene grey light
50shade 555 grey
Apocalypse delay
Russia wars decays
Let take all day
Take three ways
Triple six man of cay
Stick figure draw play
But explain the ray
The rate and Illuminati rates
Blood sacrifice pray
Hollywood royalty pay
California flames of hell say
Scramble imagine always
I'm feeling myself I'm okay
Shallow smiles hurray
I'm a.Ali with bee spray
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
Happy Your Excited
Fourth Of July Type Climate
With Every Key
Your Frequency Will Be Climbing
Your So Grateful
It's Delicious To The Eyes
Inside Tasteful
Youve Awoke My Inner Hero
I Found My Cape
Im So Glad Your Here To Stay
Please I Won't Beg
Just Don't Walk Away No Matter What Okay
Each & Every Day
Im On A Ship Sinking
Stranded Like The Cay When I Awake
I Spread These Shreaded Wings & Sing , Fly To Bay
Paint Make Em Silver From Grey
We Are Sunsihine & Rain
Am I Dreaming
**** I Mean It
You Came Into My Life
I Feel I'm Dreaming
I Feel Alive , Ready To Die
Smothered In Vines
Ready For Flight
Consious **** Pit
Possesive Progressive Honest
I Crave Love Like A Dove I Got It
I Feel So Cleansed
The Lense I Sense Are Rotten
Hayley You Won't Be For Gotten
Cherished Memormies
Remember Me
I Am An Ember Leaf
In December
Fire Place Far Away
Cold Weather Trees
Sunset Escapes
I Hug The Stars
In Every Way
Especially On An 8th
Amanita Psylosibin
Moon Rays I Feel Inside My Poetic Page
In Your Eyes I Gaze
I Get Wrapped Up In All I Crave
I'm Too Deep In My Roots & Trees
Please Don't Be Afraid
My Speech Ain't Always Sweet But Hayley
You Mean What Words Can't Repeat
Really Close To Me
Like A Coat How Your Suppose To Be
No Boundries Is A Rare Ground See
I Apologize If My Tone Changes When No Ones Around Me
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
Jesus wore sandals, you wear sandals.
The heat from the flames seared from out the window of the black Buick.
Emails from job recruiters are trying to make you work for them. Work for the man. Don’t use your brain. Be my slave. You do not exist. You exist for me.
Washington D.C. has a neighborhood; and walking deeper and deeper into its trap will lead to the retelling of the Conrad’s Heart of Darkness.
My GPS is my angel, pointing me in the right direction. A cliché, yes, but how very true.
The Washington Post stand is blocking the entrance to the corner store like a trusted guide.
There’s a lock on the box that holds the newspapers. I’m a Vietnamese American man.
Man,
Whites, black, Hispanics, Asians; they, all give me weird looks.
Emotions course through the stem.
Sleep awaits, but NaS said, “sleep is the cousin of death.”
There is this beauty-skin book sitting on the balustrade of light green row-house, propped against a neat, white fence that holds in the pink magnolias. Rain drops on the book.
Pattering along the cover, the raindrops, slipping, now running down the cracked brick, seeping into a cigarette **** This is the neighborhood. The book is hope.
Allah, God, Buddha
The can from the soda company is in the grass in the D.C. Neighborhood. Who put it there? It is raining, cleaning my body.
The rain is pouring and I feel like I’ve found my calling.
It is to form the language.
And as that epiphany smacks me in the face, my left side of my brain starts hurting.
What does this mean?
Am I truly waking up from the dream?
I understand. You’re listening to me.
The raindrops fell on my glasses and I felt my vision was changing. The cloudiness disappeared from the lenses. Cay’s pain-stricken face turned into a smile, full of happiness, full of friendship. He’s a good friend. I’m the bad one.
I want to be good.
I want to be good.
It’s change.
For the better, for real.
When it was raining,
The lightbulb popped up outside.
And I finally had the lightbulb speak to me for the first time.
I knew I was a bad person and now I needed to change into a good person.
The car stops moving forward,
I turn the engine off,
And go back to the beginning.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
some had liberal voices
speedily stowed away
so they'd observe silence
at the locale's cay
speaking freely was
deemed over the top
it wasn't viewed to be
a permissible cop
never utter loose dialogue
inside it walls
or you'll feel the marshal's
quietening squalls
be mindful of any
unrestricted tongue action
as it will provoke
an instantaneous reaction
would seem that all blurb
must be checked
if not it'll promptly get
well and truly decked
the judging panel like those
who stay within the limit
and to stray outside of it
will incur a demerit
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
lower abdominal area gurgles and balloons
gastrointestinal tract
vis a vis flatulence croons
in tandem and/or subsequent expulsion
eliminates ***** waste
witnessing sprinting to bathroom, this scribe
(against time) and jet propulsion
of sphincter muscles'
spasmodic desperately raced
unpleasant symptom of anxiety/ panic attack
twas a stranger to this rhyme stir,
who now finds himself barrack
cay did, and held hostage, where thoughts
about mooning doth not crack
a smile, or baring derriere tubby more exact
me up - matter of fact
no source of laughter, nada one ha intact
(despite usual presence of chuckles
from this fan of good humor) high jacked
for what seems a maternity leave
from all mothers tub be
thus envision, a bevy of pregnant gals
aching with cramps he
ving (times square of the hippopotamus)
with ****** fully dilated key
ping alert, when mother nature ready
to pull up all stops (via umbilical cord)
to deliver nee,
sans bundle of joy, followed
in quick succession with after birth re:
placental sack, hence said effort to expel newborn
the closest scenario experience ill suited to dance
afflicting this anxiety prone lovely bones, an all expanse
paid (seat of the pants) accursed bane of proletariat grants
no truce to attend finds me pampered asper this rants!
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC