"certify" poems
Do you know what makes us great!?
Do you know the delphian feeling!?
I have walked on the sun and slept on the moon
Letting out my own flares
Creating my own current
We have been burnt and suffocated
Leaving ash in our wake
Multitude, overflowing; adrift, washing away
Do you know what makes us great!?
The ability the see the lights potential and make it shine seen through all the sky’s as a dying star
We are capable
Yet we long for more
Do you know the delphian feeling!?
Our ability to achieve and go beyond, encouraging greed, deception, betrayal
The Light!!
A two headed sword
Cementing history
Creating mystery
Certify Victory
The light beautiful and bright
Yet dark and mysterious.
Rex Verum Regem
TFK
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
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Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 9:50 AM UTC
Your picture smiles as first it smiled,
The ring you gave is still the same,
Your letter tells, O changing child,
No tidings since it came.
Give me an amulet
That keeps intelligence with you,
Red when you love, and rosier red,
And when you love not, pale and blue.
Alas, that neither bonds nor vows
Can certify possession;
Torments me still the fear that love
Died in its last expression.
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My Poet:
*tho evening draws nigh,
on this our wedding day,
the stars, guardians of our canopy,
reminder twinkle it can never be
fully complete, for you always make
a moment in time for me,
today we wait, synchronizing seconds
until both pronounce,
I do
let my hands,
in my tenderest embracing grasp,
perforce, when I hold you face,
still cannot hold your entirety,
for you always make and leave a space
for me to seal our universe
today, you need me to fill you,
so together, ever forward,
we will define and explore
the edges of our redrawn,
now, single unified line,
our ever expanding contiguous boundary
our blood is not commingled
but when our bodies unified,
the physics of our conjoining,
illustrates that those in our
surround of time and space,
in the aura we create,
not so very great,
and yet our oneness
'tis a shining upon the countenance of our place,
a luminous emittance upon this earth
when you write your poetry,
it always finishes with me,
I am the native child of thy words,
I am the filament webbing
illuminating the spaces between each line
but more than this,
I am your beginning,
you are my destination,
together we make,
The End
they ask me to vow,
demand I swear, make promises,
certify, preserve, record and store
the solemnity of this marriage born,
in ledgers of the city,
before an invisible god
I eschew all this
for nothing in life
ever guaranteed by words secured,
but this I know true*
My Poet:
*what I shall give to you,
and you to us,
cannot be spoke,
the words, not yet,
have we originated
for each day
will we compose anew,
each day, shall be
a new combination
under new stars,
our canopy unfolded,
our joining sanctified,
by the simple truth of us*
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
“the unbound unbinding: an admixture of words and swords…
that will cut a newborn cord of reciprocity of thee and me,
miracle!
thereby, an unbound binding that ties and frees us from
and connects us nonetheless by our shared senses…”
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these words, recalled well,
for they but a newborn issue of a few days, and the notion of binding that
frees us into reciprocity yet buzz~hums
in my brain
the contradictory nature of a cutting
which ties us together,
that an unbinding binds us even more tightly,
I struggle, to better understand the nature how an unraveling
of our connection somehow ties us closer
but re-envisioning
Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel in my mind’s eye,
that sparking space tween God’s finger outstretched
to bring the enlivening of his spirit to His first enervate, Adam,
the original of we humans,
somehow sates my confusion
***to touch each other
at the most primitive basis,
we require a space
between us, in order to fulfill,
a contract contact
of completion and binding***
and this bestills and bestirs
my puzzlement,
a space electric necessary
to permit us to
close the human circuitry
!***and I am contented,
the contradiction
no more, I sense the
need to close gaps
tween us certify our human resources
for it is the permanent invisible grasping
of our loving minds that transcends
overpowers gaps,
bringing tears of joy to my eyelids,
even as I write these words,
and greet this morning
with
optimism
that every space
brings a richer
closure!***!
Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 7:36 AM UTC
Bantum nodule of society
I am, we
Everything is Granuloma's wilt
Cusp and mezzo
Come to be, then, we certify in 'no show'
capping all behind a binded furrow
Look at all of these people
They are here theres
Pullulating like flies
Feeding off of the ***** matter that they call life
Apr 3, 2011
Apr 3, 2011 at 9:27 PM UTC
An impending rate of consequence isn’t about the value of oneself when given the very right to dispose of ALL rates about the consequence that turns into the reigning champion for consequence itself. Since that very champion for consequence is how oneself would then value that very impending rate over itself entirely. Prompting the desires (that at which are forevermore “tempted”) into deceiving itself to see ONLY desires full of the consequence which is full of impending rates that (inconclusively) “shines” every claim you truly desire. Especially if that very desire doesn’t like having an identity for claim to certify it’s right for oneself to be given value over lordship as being its champion of its very own consequence! Showboating something that increases with every impending rate that coasts along without value in an identity that’s meant to be desired upon. Whilst there’s nothing more to be said or shared when there’s NO claim in itself without oneself to actually come out and perfectly express that they are lordship of claims value without a desire firstly. Which oneself is then slowly tempted upon to not see correctly. Hence, thinking they are simply a champion of consequence that performs those very impending rates as their very performance quickens steadily.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 7:54 PM UTC
seen one of life's peaks
seen many mountains
been around a few of life's
mysteries and evaded
none
I saw my children come out of
their mother's womb
I fell on my knees
at the majesty
I was near when people close to me
passed into the next world
I've seen history be told
by wise old *****
whose days had passed 90
or 93
I have seen young die too soon
7 11 13
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I wasn't there when my dad passed
I've loved dogs
and cats children and women
Music and ages and strangers I never knew
in the distance
I see me pass
I see the world keep on spinning
I only wish
for the chance to tell
to certify my love
hold her eternally
one time
before the end
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
Institution of amory
Certify love with a notary
Tax reasons, lovers with benefits
Who ****** likes this ****
I do!/I do!
Trends the longing to fleet
exponentially
For what are we (if not
numbers in love) ?
Two zeros make an 8
Lay sideways for infinity.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
There is a trip one can take to a place called Apologetic.
At this destination regret is the norm,
Lamentations are fashionable,
and apologies in high demand.
In this place contemplation is all the rage,
Reflective thought is du jour,
and repentance is propagated.
I can attest, testify, or bear witness if you will,
That such a place exists!
I have been there countless of times!
I can certainly certify!
Or perhaps...
You have been there yourself already?
In which case you can corroborate what I say is true!
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
Place knives to throats and slit
We all will bleed red blood..
I can't take off this Humanity
You see me as an infection
Killing us off, openly without question
I'll reincarnate Black again, But Panther...
Shall I stand for this injustice
Even superhumans can be shot dead..
Ask the symbols MLK, and X
How do we unify our people
The people will never look colorless
Dying from the silent growing masses...
Outrageous oppositions ostracizing organized optimist outreach.
Taking time to think that's trail
Hearing hurtful harm, Hard heading home
Everyone experiences earth's eerie evil effects
Reaching ramifications revolving round recent Revolts
Some Stay Silent, Some Shout Supercilious
Teach us How to Sit In
Stamp me with a Bobby Seale
Certify me to be a Leader
Protect me with Urban Newton's Laws
Let my fist again mean Power!!
May my tongue Gather the masses!!
Will you wait until its you..
Locked down behind their Military's Blockades
They already see you as animal..
Show your fangs Bare your Pride..
They need no reason, Give one!!
Make them fear beyond their thoughts...
I am the soul of America
We are the Backbone of Liberty
The land that grows your fruits
Our Blood runs through every root
We taught you how to survive
Without Color you are only European....
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
There was once upon a bright clear morn,
A piece to state that you were born.
Embroiled within life’s tapestry
And safe inside a registry,
Some years in school and well I never!
Other pieces say ‘you’re clever’.
Thus qualified in math and lit’
You see what you can make of it.
Snuggled up beside, or not too far,
A piece that lets you drive a car.
To grasp the wheel and thus to steer,
From here to there, and there to here.
When cupid chances upon your head,
A piece to certify you’re wed’.
The threshold crossed, confetti flung,
A foot placed firmly on the rung.
With currency saved you joined the race,
A piece says you now own the place.
So mow the lawn and paint the wall,
And cook when friends and neighbours call.
And of course in time they’ll hang their heads,
Another piece declares you’re dead.
A choice is made you can’t revoke,
It’s down a hole or up in smoke.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
A pen cannot see the words of satire;
as I condemn the words that I disguise.
I'm a hypocrite of sorts,
penning down are lies,
I'm a liar.
Lying has been my job,
since I stopped trying.
I certify it with my pen,
(that) I lie & I like it,
I'm but a liar.
Rain has often faded my words;
ink pens are my speciality.
I'm in love with it.
Lies are now fading,
but,
I'm still a liar.
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
let’s just sit in the shallows of our souls
and maybe you will trace my skin
onto parchment paper
run your fingers down my veins
my spine will forget about your lies
and remember your lips
i press your heartbeat against my chest
to feel you alive
because you don’t laugh anymore
i need to certify your existence
you feel like a ghost
slipping through my fingertips
the thunder in the clouds
matched the pounding in my head
i had nothing left to give you
when you left me there for dead
i will turn to dust here
in this fading place
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
Take a closer look
At the picture I took
Everything is the same
But can it be
There is a latent possibility
That like I, that you descry
How one is shaped
Just like a heart.
Could always conceive
My heart was made of stone
When unexpectedly
In the midst of them all
I found one laying on its own
One is solitary
Concealed and ignored
When looking at the horde
But bring your magnifying glass
There is a precious little gem
Buried in the mass.
Could always certify
My heart was made of stone
One should drop or hit,
Ricochet off water
Yet each time
Unscathed once more
Why was it not softer
Long had I pondered
Arduous to carry
A hard heavy stone
But when I saw
This pretty one
Located on the floor
My heart is made of stone
Not otherwise
That is my wont.
Becoming scarce
But one day I know
One will take the same photo
And be glad
This heart of stone
In the midst of them all
Had no other form.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
i do struggle to not make your tongue sour with this periodic harassment & dissonant conceit but i am compelled at last by the scarcity of savages who can see me in this desert. less feral & more clergy, the fabled selves of the world would be sanctuaried from my psychiatric violence. well attired passions always smell of fear & derision, further, & no less vile, arrogance & stupidity are known to capacitate spasmodic unceremonious coquetry. yes my mouth is a scavenger’s, but privation & dissatisfaction by design turn coat on the very messianic puppetry which their compulsory public refusal
had initially engendered. welcoming calamity i prey & arrow from afar & go on proving my self wrong in one last alexandrian charge to certify my renowned demise. no tricks or perversions barring what’s customary amongst outlaw noblesse. oh & do regard this new color on my face, & if you would, please, stop turning yours away from mine.
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
~~~
The Poet, God,
God, The Poet,
smiling beguiling disguising
as old man tailor,
in dusty shop,
well hid neath the arch of well trod
ancient medieval arcade
in modest, peeling letters,
of gold plate,
hawking, hawking,
suits of poems,
made to measure,
cut to the cusps,
so profound unique,
each will be a promise,
modestly guaranteed,
at a price proffered,
profoundly inexpensive,
to be merely,
"only the very, very, very, best of the best"
grasping torn yellow cloth
measuring tape,
the tailor takes your heft,
drawing broad lines,
sketching your pored cells,
measuring your 'made,'
the stuff that you claim
as only your own,
"only the very, very, very, best of the best"
this delivered,
but none of the finished,
fit to the sane, none fit the same,
all off, hanging wrong,
each different, each suit, each poem,
fitted but still imperfect
angered and human,
de-man-d,
an explanation,
why each poem bespoke,
speaks in a different tongue,
tongue stained with complaint,
these are missed leads, misleading,
none made to measure
The Poet, God,
God, The Poet
the the tailor
of each and every
misshapenly one-of-us,
condescends to explain
the foolishness of
human shape
my tape, with steady hands,
takes with accuracy,
the who, the way, the which,
of your momentary composition
but who can say with honesty,
what is the best of the best,
accept that flaws are your finery,
and the skin of your fabric
every changing, a peeling changeling,
excited atoms of colliding constancy
there is no 'best of the best'
there is only one standard
of each creature
that can be accurate recorded,
and this poem, I have delivered
give and gave the
'very, very, very'
e-very stitch and syllable,
is a truth, a ver-ity,
unique to the measure of
who you are
but there is no,
'best of the best,'
from this classification,
you, yourself, must
deselect
make no error of compare,
the wrongness of unfair,
crucify not on the altar
of a golden calf made of
erroneous bitter 'betters than'
every suited poem
suits you,
well and proper,
of this I certify,
all a verification
of the
ver-i-fiction
of the
'best of the best'
of who you are,
reflecting your mirrored image,
of who you wished to be
for in every exhaled instance,
in every poem,
is the
'very, very, very'
of you
is not misshapen
perfection?
what could ever be
better than the best
poetic imperfection?
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
Sealtest was
substantial when
hormones agreed
that faith
did declare
profane minion
if heiress
of ice
cream would
certify a
revival in
social justice
that buries
hatchet to
enhance a
ticket of
wayward soul.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
The art invention AI, the Allsay, I'll-gorithm,
Aiaia ai
let me say this is poetry, I did not write,
but found
enlightening:
*dhe-
*dhē-,
Proto-Indo-European root meaning "to set, put."
It forms all or part of:
abdomen; abscond; affair; affect
(v.1) "make a mental impression on;"
affect
(v.2) "make a pretense of;"
affection; amplify; anathema; antithesis;
apothecary;
artifact; artifice;
beatific; benefice; beneficence; beneficial; benefit;
bibliothec;
bodega; boutique;
certify;
chafe; chauffeur;
comfit; condiment; confection; confetti; counterfeit;
deed; deem; deface; defeasance; defeat; defect; deficient;
difficulty; dignify; discomfit; do (v.);
doom; -dom;
duma;
edifice; edify;
efface; effect; efficacious; efficient;
epithet;
facade; face; facet; ******
-facient;
facile; facilitate; facsimile; fact;
faction (n.1) "political party;"
-faction;
factitious; factitive; factor; factory;
factotum; faculty; fashion; feasible; feat; feature;
feckless; fetish;
-fic;
fordo; forfeit;
-fy;
gratify;
hacienda;
hypothecate; hypothesis;
incondite; indeed; infect;
justify;
malefactor; malfeasance;
manufacture;
metathesis;
misfeasance;
modify; mollify;
multifarious;
notify;
nullify;
office; officinal;
omnifarious;
orifice;
parenthesis;
perfect;
petrify;
pluperfect;
pontifex;
prefect;
prima facie;
proficient; profit; prosthesis; prothesis;
purdah; putrefy;
qualify;
rarefy;
recondite; rectify; refectory;
sacrifice;
salmagundi;
samadhi;
satisfy;
sconce;
suffice; sufficient;
surface; surfeit;
synthesis;
tay;
ticking (n.);
theco-; thematic; theme; thesis;
verify.
It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by:
Sanskrit dadhati "puts, places;"
Avestan dadaiti "he puts;"
Old Persian ada "he made;"
Hittite dai- "to place;"
Greek tithenai "to put, set, place;"
Latin facere "to make, do; perform; bring about;"
Lithuanian dėti "to put;"
Polish dziać się "to be happening;"
Russian delat' "to do;"
Old High German tuon,
German tun,
Old English don "t
dondiddondondon just the facts.
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
While I’m living - I want to be blessed
Gonna use the ledger that’s the best
All my days until I die
I’m gonna use the ledger in the sky
I’m gonna use the ledger in the sky
My money’s safer ‘cause I verify
While I’m living - I want to be blessed
I’m gonna use the ledger that’s the best
Prepare yourself - you know it's a must
Gotta use the money you trust
So that you can certify
And trade and sell and HODL
With the ledger in the sky
Oh, trade and sell and HODL with the ledger in the sky
The Bitcoin ledger where the rules apply
All your days until you die
You’re gonna use the ledger in the sky
Use the money that’s open to all
Protect your funds, large or small
All your days until you die
Use the Bitcoin ledger
It’s the ledger in the sky
Oh set me up with the ledger in the sky
My money’s safer ‘cause I verify
While I’m living - I want to be blessed
I’m gonna use the ledger that’s the best
The Bitcoin ledger is the best
Jan 15, 2022
Jan 15, 2022 at 2:31 PM UTC
Of fluttering strings
Blaring pipes on high
Striking of drums
Octaves played to certify
Footsteps on grey gravel
Mud soaked in forest terrain
Flags that flew unfurled
And braved the relentless rain
Sights and sounds that
Triggering notions of nostalgia
Reliving the anecdotes
Of our school-days euphoria
One hundred score thirteen
Shorts of our khaki hue
First stride in the institution
Grass still wet with morning dew
In your classrooms
Amongst all your courses
I learnt Versailles, prose
Our tongues and gravitational forces
Now one hundred score sixteen
An occasion for commemoration
Your anniversary, most celebratory
Jubilant emotions, nil cessation
Nil Sine Labore
A phrase we all reaffirm
For our uniting brotherhood
That we can confirm
Once again we all relived
The Spirit, burning without doubt
Not reignited, no
For it was never blown out
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
Where am I going?
I want to see it all
The four corners
The heart of the motherland
What is missing?
The beat to my heart
A kindred light
Hand in hand
Will, I ever witness a periwinkle sky?
Near the border of Shanghai
Certify our pleasure
Flying high together
By Axton Rupp
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 4:25 AM UTC
Waves, braids. Dig deeper into the punnet squares. Certify your cells. "what are you mixed girl". "Tell me yo daddy is black".
I'm sorry, I'm just a white girl with nice hair. It's not all that, I'm not all that. It's not a weave, or something I've sowed into. I didn't buy into, my genes. They bought into me.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
With words as love, I feel how something gets among us, but it is not a bridge in which I put myself in, its a wall I decide to not jump. Whenever your voice becomes a lullaby, I want to change of song.
If you come home to meet me, what you feel aren't my lips, its how good loneliness kiss.
Other girls, other hips, why are u so attached to my skin?
Looking at you I realize relationship are tough, cuz I want what I do not desire and what I do, its **** gone.
Define me what loyalty is to you, may Ive break ur trust the way you've done at beginning: Dear, if lies is what you give me proud makes me confess I may not be seeing other guys but in my heart you have never been the one. So who have sin the most?
You can make your road to my bed, undress me under moon light, bite me until I could possible bleed but my blood would not be visible, see, I'm already dry. Having my body will certify you are not capable to know me, you will not realize how passion affects me cuz I'm not even writing about you; this is about me.
Words to you is equal to write no one.
Sometimes I feel a lot of pressure over my heart, it becomes tinner and tinner till I doubt it could feed my body all. That tiny is my voluntee to be yours, and that pressure its my own product.
Au revoir, I'll be waiting moment I could say everything its okay cuz somethings are just meant to be.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC