"coarsely" poems
Death I see, that ugly spectre,
Coarsely overshadows youth.
Lame, they look for interaction
With the bondman. Shame, forsooth!
Drowning in the dams of liars
When they could be shining lights!
They believe what e’er is told them,
****** in by the TV sights.
Culture told them there’s no future,
There’s no healing for despair.
Bet they never read the Bible –
Words of LIFE spelt loud and clear.
There’s no need for this attrition
Of our children. Give them truth.
Let them listen to the old ones –
Hard they learned the facts of life.
By the power of scripture they have
Overcome the skull and bones.
Into joy and peace they’re marching.
Youth could follow in those zones.
Up to them to stop and listen.
Perhaps the media got it wrong.
Find a person in their nineties,
Who survived the wars and so on.
They are old because their attitude
Enabled them to plunge right in,
Boots and all in right perspective,
Shake and move, the truth to win.
They’ve believed in right and beauty,
Principles and sacrifice.
Not for them the great self pity
Serving death – man-trap device.
Rather they’ve bent over backwards
To embrace another’s need,
And serving, felt the great dynamic
LIFE FORCE. Yes. They were a breed!
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
My life is a virtual battlefield
complete with hidden traps,
layered atop cowardly assaults
between highly guarded spans of peace,
Inside my house
chairs and walls
are coarsely blown to bits
by verbal bombs,
and stark fists of shrapnel.
Behind that simple smile,
semblance of solid love
so easily shaken,
lies a ripened mine field
I tread on tiptoes
yet it erupts under
calloused feet unprovoked,
blasting glory to grey
as sacred sanctuary
falls to scarred terrain.
Spears lodged inside ribs
I peel myself from the ground,
shake off soot,
wait for dust to settle
before I march forward, again.
yes I lose the battles
But I will win this war.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
The devil has an angelic grin
As he holds your hand in secret
And whispers sweet little nothings in your ear.
The devil has perfect skin, striking eyes,
And a jaw that could have cut
Your wrists better than you will ever have.
The devil will write you poems
And speak to you in rhymes,
Fleeting little words,
Just to keep you from breaking apart
So he can keep playing
With your already aching heart.
The devil will come
When you are at your lowest.
He will come
with an outsteretched hand
Promising you heaven on earth
But, he will let go of you
right before you reach the top.
So you pull yourself up
like what humans do
in the face of adversity,
And when
you are on your own way to heaven,
Only then shall you meet your angel
Your angel will not have wings
To whisk you off your feet
And bring you to dazzling sights,
But he will have a smile
Brighter
And more beautiful
Than any scenery.
Your angel will not look how you imagined him to be
all chiseled up and perfect like a Greek statue
But you will not be able to look away
From that crooked smile
Nor tear your hands away
From those coarsely cut curls.
Your heart will be full of his love
And you will feel safe
Perhaps
Even feel heaven on earth
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
Fleer
to grin or laugh coarsely or mockingly
have you fleered today?
or do you fleer the day
that your greatest fears will fleer
right in your face
I think it’s funny how the word
fear
sounds like
fleer
well not ‘funny’, per say, but in a dark ironic fashion
because, so often we fear to be fleered
we fear to hear cackling
that define our mistakes to be clear
but if you fleer at fear
then maybe,
just maybe,
fear will go away
if you laugh in its face and say
‘I won’t be fleered today,
but you, you fear, will fear the day,
that you become fleered in an adhering way
so stop making me fear and steer clear away
cause once the end is here it will be freaking clear as day
that you fear, were the real *****
the whole. entire. time.’
cause, really, fear just fears to be fleered as much as you do
so fear shouldn’t be feared because it’s just here to confuse you
because the ‘only thing to fear is fear itself’
but if you fear fear then it will trick you to believe something else
because we’re all deprived of the hope that our cards that are dealt
are just another way to make life a hell
so don’t fear, fear, look it straight in the eye
then turn away from fear
because there are miles ahead of you
that don’t involve fear, that involve confidence and security
and your journey is just about to begin
-Slang
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 10:37 AM UTC
Are you ready for a nightmare
Which comes every night
Presents the unwanted fairytale
They call it,
Arrival of The Dark Fairies
That allegedly can depress you
Drives you crazy
Destroys your soul into pieces
Makes you try to **** yourself
Knocks you out
Into the abyss of darkness
They vowed to torment humans
and will never let them go...
One day
A poor little girl dreamed
She nestled coarsely
By the fairies
And they asked her,
"Are you living,
Or just existing?"
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
there is no place for me to hide,
if i were to tuck myself inside
the marrow deep within your bones,
you'd break each one to get to me.
and **** it dry, the whole supply.
you'd exhaust your every resource
in my pursuit.
i have become your madman shackled,
the prey your hungry eyes have tackled.
you are a flower ever blooming,
looming, growing towards me.
wide-eyed on the chase,
i am the most alluring poison
you did ever taste.
for me, your stomach's aching,
and hands are coarsely shaking
the demons you are waking
are taking every toll on me.
til i am gone, and you are weak
you'll seek my nectar, ever sweet.
no matter what the price will be.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
I throw my gubbins out
in my net, casting for a
dinner to feed you
by spoon.
My words are gubbins.
Irritating impulse of
fingers and joints
bending around your waist.
Our speech is gubbins -
puked through esophagus
bile and awkward conversation.
A belch of early caught perch.
We make love like gubbins.
You flop wrongly, I flip coarsely.
Our toes knot and break.
We kiss backwards.
I cry gubbins
on your sweaty shirt.
Your gubbin caught dinner
still smudged on your cheek.
I wake up to your bucket of
gubbins from dinner next to the bed.
I bring it to my boat
to catch our next meal.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
it was hard not to notice
her suffocating stance
eliminating life
from breath
stark contrasts clashed
chemist stench rife
clawed nails fought
with burnt electric hair
face caked with
false promise
rude lips bled
in twisted shapes
mismatched words
shot giddily from
handgun mind
long since spent
guests' amused disdain
stilled at sharp madness
flashes of veined sclera
screamed woe
signatures etched on
death warrants
coffin lids
clamped shut
wild assertions
rank religious fervor
vomited about
a hushed room
charity's stretched
compassion quit
in rush to regain
a summer's peace
efforts to impress
stabbed coarsely
dense air strangled
rational thought
guilty images beset
tortured space
noxious noise
begging revolt
yet collective dagger
falls aside mute
lest honour
too is lost
as raucous gasps fail
to impress
with anything
less than
dreams
of a quiet book
easily wooed
by a silent stream
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
I was told I didn’t need to know the Ingredients
For making a child with a heart of Gold
That they were born holding a Medal
Which said they owned everything and All
Of it was because they had convictional Purpose
The doctor would cry and bring a rose Flour
To thank the mother for Baking
An excellent batch of babies, Soda
Would be poured in champagne glasses, Salt
Sprinkled a top its head to spread like Butter
The flavours of intellect and it also Softened
The hearts of others around; old wounds Granulated
Smelled like caramelizing Sugar
Inside the room, the bodies Packed
Together to peer at the Brown
Strings of hair atop the child, who’s Sugar
-like shrieks of life broke open the Egg
Of love and made it taste like Vanilla
Its tears looked the most Semisweet
A dripping fountain of Chocolate
Fondue, be careful not to Chip
The teeth when it grows, it will grow Coarsely
Then, like jagged pebbles Chopped
With a dull knife; finally, assemble the Nuts
And bolts tight because this will hurt ,if
Not properly done, or simply toss away if the kid wasn’t desired
Oct 20, 2021
Oct 20, 2021 at 7:37 PM UTC
Jaws of havoc tear wicked fissures
The scabs speak eccentric riddles
Distraught a creature one could figure
Double helix coarsely fiddled
Face bared a thousand frightening scars
Behind each one lied fearful tales
Time only borrowed, Fate fiercely marred
Living in quaint chapters of Hell
A mere minor glimpse upon this beast
Shall slay my questions to rest
Though I can't forsake peace
Should it be life's infinite quest
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
blue was the color of our first passing glance;
it was only a second, but it felt like eternity.
when our eyes met and I fell into them.
i fell into the way they reached into my soul,
electric.
your eyes were electric blue,
stars charged, condensed into your being,
they left me blinking, disoriented at your beauty
blue was the color of your voice,
when you told me that you loved me.
your voice was honey to my bitter soul,
coarsely soft.
you only said it once that day,
but i replayed it in my head so many times
that i began to believe it.
your shirt was powder blue, how could i forget?
blue was the color of our first kiss,
when you caught me mid-laugh.
it was so cold, but the heat traveled
from your lips to mine,
your touch sent a spark down my spine.
it was just you and me under the inky blue sky
and the infinity of the stars was all ours,
just like the infinity of us.
blue is the color of my tears when you left,
when i reached the bottom of the tissue box.
they could not make up for the absence of your shoulder,
your broken promise that left my soul black and blue.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Bubbling liquid in my veins
boiled to temperature my temples can no longer bear,
so the skin splits and flesh lays bare.
It destroys itself, what a clever defense mechanism.
What a putrid smell.
The world around me is smear-splattered in paint,
orange and incision crimson, the two blended so coarsely
that I groan and moan as I writhe on the floor,
cackling echoes down dead metal hallways,
smoothly polished so as not to rip hair off the scalp
of a man who decided, no, it's of necessity,
to press his skull onto the beam to cool himself,
to press his forehead so hard, in,
that his eyeballs begin to bloodshot
and ooze bulge tears out of the sockets,
forcing his desperate, drastic inhale to catch a grain
of stray sand that his teeth grind down on,
back and forth, hard, producing more pain,
imagined into reality as fire and red-hot coal
burn in his mind,
sparked by thought of the life force that flows
through him, and how it kills him to
never escape it. Dependent on something.
Let it die.
I feel for him, that man surrounded
by inescapable, bloodthirsty anger.
He festers. A blanket cradling
a damp patch of moss
left soaking in the corner of the garage,
left to be cleaned another day.
On that day a world is washed away,
and even he burns infernos.
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 4:10 PM UTC
You cut me,
with those sweet ***** dissecting lips.
Shredding every remaining shred of integrity I once believed I had,
you ***** my virtue with your unsanitized hands.
I bleed,
iodine in hopes that it will cleanse me of your disease,
rinsing coarsely through already torn layers of raw and blistered skin.
Alchemy may claim to turn lead to gold.
But what of you;
you are gifted.
Metaphysically fit,
you remain untarnished,
as you **** my virtue with your unsanitized hands.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
We started together
You and I
Like best friends
Best buddy forever
Then…
One day,
When the night fell
I tried to be brave
And that was my biggest mistake
I wanted to escape sanity
And you didn’t stop me
I flew away…
To the dark sky
To never return back
And you were there still
But never hold me back
Now it’s too late
I’ve become *****
To explore the dark more
And each time…
My feet been buried
Deep into the ground
Where, even tree roots can’t reach
You’re trying now
To bring me back
But it’s too late
You’ve missed the fate
Apologies are meaningless
You’ve lost all chances
Like magnetic poles
Distance between us…
Been increasing day by day
And you’re still silent
‘Cause you can’t do anything
You’d done nothing in past
You’ve failed at last
Blazing prohibited dark desires of mine
It was your straight defeat
That you couldn’t refrain
Coarsely chopped dignity
Fought a war…
With laws of privacy
And you let me win
Because you were alone
And you were not afraid to admit that
That’s why I loved you
But now it’s too late
To even break the line between us
‘Cause I am too doomed
And you still respect us
My monster will defeat you
Again and again
It’s too powerful to win over
And your mind is too fragile
I cast a hoax every time
And you lose your mind
The hollowness of your manipulating power
Will never let you win
Because the terror I hold is far horrifying
And ***** at the same time
Nagging your limit of patience
But you can’t do anything
You’re tied to that pole
Your mouth is gagged
With that small red ball
So that your words will not leave your mouth
All you can do is
Just watching me
Over and over
Again and again
While I do every illegal details with myself
My core burns
And aches for the touch
And when I’m done
I look at you
I see you crying
And praying that I’d stop humiliating myself
But you’re in vain, you know that?
I just throw a smirk at you
And start humiliating myself
All over again
Powerless you are
You were a silent viewer from the beginning
Could you deny that you weren’t as excited as me?
You were…
But you knew it all along,
It’s wrong
But you never stopped me
You never raised your voice
You never succeed to overpower me
Your silent crusade wasn’t worth it
Now it’s too late to be back
Too late to smile bright
Too late to find a sky
That is full of hope and light, stars and stories
It’s too late for you…
And…
Of course for me…
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
ladybum intimidates
wandering in the median
body bent,
hair coarsely pulled in crooked pony tail.
what happened to your face?
were you born that way?
with cupped hands, pleading-
stopping my car at the intersection,
driver’s side window-
my trying to be cold but guiltily relenting
people are watching and
what will they think?
your crazy eyes pierce me desperately
wild emotion and
something once described to me as crocodile tears-
Tensely clutching the steering wheel,
hastily scooping change and used fuses
to pour them into your hands
wishing you away-
some kinda spell of some halfhearted charity.
depart depart leave my pity intact
so that I don’t see myself
in the gaps of your missing teeth.
the guilt you spill
making my heart heavy
like a gull in petroleum.
I still see you from time to time
and resentfully I examine you,
ladybum-
bent body, missing chin and Baba Yaga legs.
thinking you some kind of witch,
avoiding you like
cracks in the sidewalk.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
Stiff tasting lopsided residual panic attacks
Violate coarsely woven wool safety blankets
The tingling sensation of being alive filters through but does not touch The tops of smoke-filled trenches Built not for protection but for inspection
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
*In the amidst of a tea garden of confusions
Me, standing like a tea-cup
Under the sun with sweat of water
Mother plucking my talents of tea leaves
Choosing the assured ones from the basket of thoughts
Making a coarsely powdered of choices
Dropping two spoons of it in my mind of cup
Adding her blessings of milk and wishes of sugar
Bringing out of me a sweet tea of output
Earning the taste of many loving hearts*
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
if ever there was a day, to ball up and throw away this is it,
ever had one of those times, when all intentions cause a fit,
had a choice cigar, that crumbled when I opened it,
a good thing I gave up smoking, yup I did quit,
good things happen to everyone else a bit,
things happy, more than me, don't fit
happy go lucky me, into a *widget,
got to make* them job, I'd quit,
to taste the air free and clean,
taste the wine, white and lean,
the day was rotten,
day best forgotten,
best of me was
of course emptied
coarsely on to the street
on the ice sheet,
the road rash will heal
road salt in a wound
assaulted by a road.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
He was my first mistake
I was young, impressionable
this was information he was well aware of
A soft yet firm peach torn from the branch before it was fully ripe
coarsely bitten into, intentionally bitten into
then discarded
The bruises on my knees and scrapes on my elbows remind me of that
He was the first mistake
Why I didn't change the locks
Why I didn't say no
why I didn't insist on no
Is this my fault?
Was he my fault?
He was a ravenous shark
and I even told him that
sharks have to eat too, he said
my mother always taught me not to talk to strangers
but Ted Bundy had an enticing smile and electric eyes
I changed the locks
I bandaged my knees
I should have listened to my mother
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
Places like this
Inevitably remind me of you
Where the world is coated in a green
So dewy that I can almost taste it,
And feel it in the palm of my hand.
This place is lovely,
But the water rushes over the jagged rocks
With startling urgency
As it coarsely laments the knowledge that only they,
And you, and I have:
*I ******* threw away my soul in a creek just like this.*
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:41 PM UTC
Let a Lonely Mountain Lie Empty
By Steven L Herring
Balled fists
Murky nights
and days full of thunder
Skies full of clouds
Skull emptied out
onto the pavement
to a two piece cadence
in a half-life limped out in blunder
And still I sit here
Fist to chin
Stuck in an everlasting wonder
Where does a soul go
when its eyes burned with plunder?
I have yet a devil in me
no bigger than the devil in thee
as we pacify them
with random acts of mindlessness
every now and again
Perfection…
Tell me then
Is that not just another middle finger
stabbed coarsely in the eyes
of our future?
I got a Wheel Bar to die in
if I want to go out like that
**** yeah!
Small town USA
Nothing to do here
past poking an angry elk sliding by
and drown yourself in beer
or break an angry barstool
let a lonely mountain lie empty
and listen to a game of pool
But me?
I'd rather roll the dice
and live the humdrum life
I'd rather celebrate with pie
let sleeping drunks lie
and have some sleepless nights
than wake up
to a sink full of guilt
and a head full of last night's mystery
What a hubris of misery
it can turn out to be
Take it from me...
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC
The ache of a bough,
bent brown furrows
of ellipsoid swirls--
coarsely carved disentanglement.
Rootedness pining after
uprootedness.
As a wind conversely
passes a bough for
proof of existence...
pining after rootedness.
Ache in tandem,
sounding.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
Bursting at the seams
Bending at the knees
Weak little boy say
This isn't what it seems
She says you don't look crooked
I laugh coarsely replying
Not everyone does
As I pass her the plate
And J puts torch to pipe
Rocking to and fro as puddle forms
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
PAINLESSLY PASSED ON
With the world watching a virtuous soul is now presented, porous as a sponge blindly absorbing life
Simple cause taken on without the applause ,not self seeking but more a fellowship of thinking
helping others to decrease a possible pressure ,naturally obligated by their own inward beauty hiding self righteous strife
Lifes progression played as simple evolution ,also reasoning with simple goodness coming naturally with no blinking
Many brought into redemption even before conception, playing life as a parable will be good for their soul
They build natural wealth by not showing favor. walking tall, facing forward taking a stand while not being standoffish
Fellows with friendship easily find kinship in what mutual aid there is to give away ,freely taking on any role
Normal folks with nominal means paying penance , providing blindly for others ,giving rather than being selfish
Humans acting coarsely can be part of the picture ,further testing each others humanity
While many of us show promise & always perpetuate common courtesies ,fewer show perfection with gratitude
without showing An outward goal not freely recognizing their basic role not to become enveloped in the vanity
Not blind but with blinders ,risking without being risque governing of their morality is now their internal attitude
Always having lived in a spiral ,the living sphere the bountiful bowl adjusting ,making room , to arise above the gloom
Not anointed,never seeking personal gain but truly absorbing fellow peoples pain,passing it on in a progression of kindhearted folk
Simple as an up front demeanor paying a cost for freedom ,karma ,day by day ,pay to stay ,sweeping ALL the corner to sleep in the room
Melding fortunes of anonymous humanity is brick by brick helping good fortunes stick ,solid marks on humanity they did invoke. R.C
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
tonight is a bad night
i think so, yes
if tonight was a good night, the walls wouldn’t whisper
remind me of a coarsely threaded blue-and-white duo
the soft lights hanging from above wouldn’t attack
blind me with a yellow too bright for what lies behind my pupils
the insides of my palms wouldn’t rip me apart
make me question if the lines carved on them truly belong to me
the wind wouldn’t claw at the window
beg me to let it pull my hair as my right foot dangles, cold and free
everything aches, everything screams
i only wanted silence
but She is trapped in the wooden planks my feet no longer know
how did this happen
how did this happen
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC