"characterizes" poems
Spending intangible dollars at the mercy of my ever growing appetite,
Instead of buying my ticket out of this perfectly advantageous country,
Which focuses solely on my beauty and money.
I neglect my inner advice telling me to drop it all and run,
To where I can breathe and focus on God,
Promoting a healthier way of living and improving humanity.
Momentary hope that unrealistically characterizes perfection
As a quality that I can mentally download and miraculously make the above, true,
Never seems to linger long enough to actually induce action,
Which leads to disappointment draining the motivation essential to recover my missing pieces,
Which pushes me to crave cash I don’t have, to pick up that dose,
That hushes the unwarranted guilt that seduces me into thinking that I’m not incredibly blessed,
And that I can’t handle what I’ve been dealt,
Blurs the doubts I have about my abilities, my self- worth,
Forcing me into a state of content that awakens my creativity,
While vaguely being able to make out memories of let down led by myself and my mother,
Who was a part of what was never good enough for my idea of a perfect family.
I’ve wrongly accepted that a mediocre life-performance is to be had while following the crowd,
While obsessing over flaws that are negligible to my true purpose in life,
And with that I’ve become stifled by the decision to remain effortlessly stuck.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
I love you
More than words can explain
I fall for your voice
And how it characterizes your words
We talk for hours on end
About everything and nothing
It feels like time stops
When I'm in your presence
But once we check the clock
We realize it's passed at double speed
Alone we are strong
Together we are powerful
Untouchable
This love outweighs all the bad things
All the difficult conversations
The anxiety-provoking misunderstandings
For once I don't feel the need
To attempt to control everything around me
Because this time around
I trust you
And I trust in us
And that's a beautiful thing
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
Two Maronite schoolchildren practice their English…
“Cedars! Cedars! Cedars!”
“See theirs, seethers, Caesars,
See her cedars Caesar?”
“See here, a sea-fare and see there?
And oh, I see Sir?”
“Do you see her? Yes I see Sir, -Caesar!”
“Cedars! Cedars! Cedars!”
And they are descendants of Solomon’s thirty-thousand, the great-grandchildren of Hiram’s workers.
“Sol Indiges!”
“Sol Invictus!”
“Sol-Ammon!”
“Now children, how do the three monkeys act?”
“Sol, the root of solar and it means the Sun, it means also to see or sight as it infers the light of seeing.”
“Am means fire but it is also the meditative word, Aum, therefore it cannot render evil through sound!”
“On is Egyptian and it connotes speech so it represents hearing.”
The instruction in language is not terse. Requiring broad-based understandings of how the West characterizes ideas. These two are particularly adept being taught from birth in both Maronitic and Latin and now English, in preparation for their exodus, as home has become a battleground where they must leave soon. Only in the West can they find peace and practice their faith so expressively. Only in the West can these two girls attend school if their lands are befallen…
“Now children, what does this mean?”
“See no evil!”
“Speak no Evil!”
“Hear no Evil!”
“And that children, is the Wisdom of Solomon!”
Breaking news! CNN reports that a car bomb has exploded in the ancient Lebanese town of Mejdeloon. Shocking footage now of a series of homes that have been reduced to rubble near a Maronite Church where rescuers are just now pulling out the bodies of two young school girls. Christopher Talias reports live from the Lebanon.
“Sol Indiges is the voice of god,"
Sol Invictus, in light, his mind;"
Sol-Ammon is the understanding and wisdom for all time!”
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
Let heavens be blanket for that old body
who work everyday in the rainy and hot day
wrinkles on your face characterizes your struggles
sweat is proof of hard work
twilight greets you so fast
countless a lot of time that has traveled in this cruel world
time is never wait and back
only to turn you to be young again
its impossible
but your story will be immortal
in the heart that feels
in hearts of your children
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC
The wind rushes the sound of
Horse powered hurricanes into his ears
He is silent as he drives to the beach
He is silent on the pier
He purposely gets himself lost sometimes
Tries to remember he parked his car at a nearby Denny’s
The boats bob helpless
But safe with their tethers
He eats a hamburger that he buys for 2 dollars
While walking by a company fundraiser for heart health
The man standing over the barbeque asked him if he was hungry
Neither said much else to the other
He eats slowly
Drinks slowly
Understands that everything happens slow when he is lonely
He characterizes himself through sighs that all say
Yeah I guess I should go now
He knows he shouldn’t be here
As if the salt air might rust his moving parts
But he sits on a bench eating a burger
And in his own silence creates osmosis
A space around his head so his thoughts dilute themselves
somewhere else
He plans on leaving them there
He thinks how this is an oil change for his soul
So he can slide back into his daily grind enough
To keep his pistons cool
How some days he needs the noise so much
He becomes obnoxious for laughter
And hungry for laughter’s love
He drives home perfectly empty
Gets lost along the way
Thinks about what it truly means for him to go home
Thinks he should have been there hours ago
Thinks of what it actually means to be better
And says to himself
People are never really lost
As much as they are
Arriving where they need to be
Just a little late
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
I breathe in deep and breathe out your name.
It comes from deep within me,
Far past my lungs,
From the deepest parts of the inner hell
That characterizes my torment.
Twisted among the things I wish I could say,
I scream as loud as I possibly can but you’re still too far away.
Can you feel this fire
That burns deep within?
That of unmistakable desire,
Which scalds its host in the most profound way.
Though the burns it leaves are not for all to see.
The only souls they are meant for
Are those of you and me.
What I ask of you, my dearest,
Is to please let me know
If you can stand the thought
Of ever letting go.
Divulge your darkest secrets to me,
When your body is entwined with mine.
Whisper who you love the most.
Kiss me until the end of time.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
static is not palatable to the ears, music is. without movement there is no music, music is movement. music is life, life is movement. life is characterized by movement, movement is animation. animation characterizes life, it is it's animus. identifying and comparing with a conceived notion is similar to arriving at a dead end. so it is with perception, when perception stops it is the sign in the road to reveal we have met an end. ideas and beliefs are a means to an end, and are static perceptions. the animus that is life, if one can read in between the lines will find that a belief is not life or anything characteristic of it. a belief is an immobilized vehicle, one simply would be better off walking. that is why holding onto immovable perceptions and non-changing ideas is a pit in the stomach, bitter to taste. deep down, we know better.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
Dismembered promises
You speak
And my resilience deviates
Deep reluctance festers
And arid attempts
Configure dreams of little worth
A slump characterizes me
I am a concave branch ready to split
A mere whiff of you suffices
To stifle my budding flowers.
The ones I tended to
Shielded from invasive sun
And guarded by gaping moon
With tenderness so deep
I could have rubbed combs through them
But yesterday’s flowers are blighted today
Harangued in spiteful midday light
And frayed with want they are
Want to be tended to
Want to be encircled by fertile mounds
Want to be wanted
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 5:15 AM UTC
a tale of sandy wind crafted waves
aimlessly walking, is what one craves
the soul sought by the meager mind stretched
into it tireless tipped thoughts is etched
beckoned is the turbulent tumbles of wind
blasting away backward,bankrupt ideas pinned
possibilities of new ideas to be dinned
acute heat of the abandoned arid environment
releases the raw rational recognition of refinement
radiance restoring the road to true alignment
cruising through colorful crystalline channels of creation
characterizes the acquired acumen of appreciation
removing the fastened fabric of frustration
drifting through splendid swishing of sand distribution
there enshrined lies the sincere solution
cementing solace in ones absolution
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC
*Healthy bites off of crisp , backyard apples
Lawn chair Saturdays with October songbird
idle chatter
Morning lost with the over fifty aged hope of afternoon once again
Indecision characterizes the young at times , thinking -
out loud , showing distress , eaten by their peers -
one day then running with the pack the next
A good rocker while alone will do just fine
A good white wine with apples on the side* ....
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
What Characterizes Life?
Bodies born & change & die.
They live and pass.
But what is life?
What marks it out?
In my assessment it is consciousness -
Just being conscious.
If so, leaf must be…
Virus must be…
On one or many levels
All that ‘be’ must ‘have’ it, ‘be’ it
Till those bodies go.
I can’t think that there are exceptions to the rule;
That is, if life is consequent, consistent;
Essence, distillate,
Underneath all things that do a something by themselves.
I don’t know yet.
Can’t find words, a name, an adjective, a verb,
A sound that does it justice.
I know now – and only that.
And when I go inside myself
That’s all I meet
What Characterizes Life? 1.22.2017
Nature In & Of Reality;
Arlene Corwin
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
After most recent shower,
and particularly washing hair
(then shaking head
analogous to sopping wet dog
drying her/himself after a bath),
I immediately said helloo
to Long lasting fragrance Suave
essentials Daily Clarifying
Deep cleansing Shampoo,
which permeated mine scalp
facilitating healthy follicles.
More so frothy lather upon noggin
after getting rinsed out
yielded bounteous, luscious, luxurious,
and marvelous full bodied tresses
reminiscent when yours truly an adolescent,
a veritable long haired pencil necked geek
whose hirsute trademark
still characterizes atypical sexagenarian
above mentioned characteristic
still (after scores of years)
emblematic of this enigmatic poetaster.
Ever since being in utero
soon after seminal fusion
insync with fallopian tube bearing ova
begot zygote courtesy said gametes,
and engendered silent boom
after piercing zona pellucida
creating microscopic flume,
nevertheless collection of cells
coalescing into embryo
eventually manifesting into yours truly,
I painstakingly took minuscule
comb and brush to groom,
and dreaded most fearfully being locked,
where pair of outsize scissors did loom
threatening to cut thick,
what could best be envisioned analogous
to imperceptible fancy plume
hich features specific feature
drew medical community
(i.e. namely human reproductive specialists)
constituted extensive expanse
within blastocyst very limited room
crowd sourcing out rivaling curious onlookers
formerly geared up
to espy King Tutankhamun's tomb
can you dear reader believe
a hairy globule within the womb
became global attraction
viz - of a young fecund Harriet Harris,
cuz about nine months later
out the birth canal I did zoom.
Dec 15, 2021
Dec 15, 2021 at 7:01 PM UTC