"conclusively" poems
Sasquatch stalking woods
Glimpsed never ensnared
Homonids beauty of elusiveness
Ancestral biped prints
Folklore, hoax , unhindered
ages devoid evidence
Bristly forest devil
Conclusively confirmed
ancient Polar Bear
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
"Ïn love with the moons"
in to her ear, his inebriated
soft murmur pours,
"Don't tell me that"
she playfully taunts,
*"So wicked you are,
moon, one or the other
feels the pinch a bit too much"*
Her disagreement,was meant
to be just the opposite,
the logic of which is clear, only
to lovers, in intimate moments.
Every touch is so orchestrated
to create a provocative effect,
as if there is a secret pact between
the moon and the gentle flow
caressing the mossy river bed, the tide
that comes in with full force,
and flows out spreading peace.
They both stand under the spell,
full, milky moon and wildly dance,
till the effect of moon induced amour
completely, conclusively subdues.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
I wanted to come home to a riddle that has already been solved, and crush the snow that has already fallen
I wanted to draw a picture that has already been outlined, and eat the meal that has already been cooked
I wanted to love the boy that has already loved me, and wipe away tears that have already fled
I felt selfish in voicing these frivolous wishes to even myself, a desire of continuities
A yearning for ease at everything in life
The emptiness of a freight train houses nothing but fallen whispers of an angry wind and the immaculate darkness that hides the emotions
The loudness of the one-track mind, suffocating wishes with plastic bags in hand
Swerving on and off the tracks like in your worst childhood nightmare, where it never ended
A purgatory of life- living while dead, or dead while living?
I tied my shoes at age 5, ignorantly crafting a fantasy world inside of my head where everything that required a struggling effort fades, and fades quickly until it skips the obstacles and leads right to the reward
A self-entitled structure of my cerebral cortex where I find them all sitting around waiting for it to take care of itself
And I cannot fast forward anymore because I am 17 and failing at life
The crackling essence of my entire nervous system breaking down at the mere thought of futures
Where I cannot wrap my wishes in pretty bows and let them come true
They do not listen to lazy 17 year olds with bambi eyes and mascara-run cheekbones
They salivate to little girls catching shooting stars in their hands and begging for the ease of life to rest at their fingertips
Now, all-knowing, wise, they let the yarn of dreams come undone until the visibility of easiness vanishes right before you
I want to come home to a story that has not yet been written, and watch the snowflakes that have not yet fallen
I want to draw a picture that has no direction, and eat a meal that has not yet been cooked
I want to love the boy that has not yet loved me, and wipe away tears that have not yet fled
I feel open to this new idea of uncertainty, a desire for discontinuities
A yearning for adventure in every part of life
The bustling aspect of the city burns my feet into the ground, holding me with nothing but the uneasiness of the cracks in the sidewalk and the illuminating lights that never fade away
I sprained my ankle at age 12, conclusively believing I would not make it through, but discovering the true talent of healing
A humble version of a once perfectionist attitude, I become accepted into the world of Reality
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
TO JACOB IYINOLU OYEDIRAN
Father to all, disciplinarian
Humble and down to earth
Loving and caring
Full of ideas and surprises
Hardworking and creative
True example of a role model
Didn’t realize his role model nature
Till the moment I started behaving like him
Believes solely in truth
In which he induce on all his children
Unfathomable religious nature
Which has always been his strength and refuge
He is indeed a role model
Conclusively I am OYEDIRAN
Yours sincerely jide
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 8:17 PM UTC
you were fundamentally
burnt out.
you were a ******* human,
not a machine.
i didn’t blame you.
as humans
we rot from the inside out.
the marrow of our bones,
blackens,
and our hearts freeze over.
i didn’t blame you.
you were breathing at a pace
more rapid than the ticking of the clock
on a sunday night.
in between dry-heaves you told me
“i’ll be okay, i’ll be okay,
i’ll, be okay.”
i wanted to believe you, but
i didn’t blame you.
i think the sound of your voice
on a tuesday afternoon
is conclusively what kept me going.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
for as long as i can remember, i have always told curious souls that i am afraid of the dark. it has always been my favourite excuse for keeping the yellow light on at night. but telling people that i was afraid of the dark was also a favourite lie of mine. i am not afraid of the dark, you see. actually, i am more likely to bath in moonlight than sunshine; i enjoy the silence of the night and i find comfort in the thought of having the night all by myself. the darkness that surrounds me has never made an attempt to rip off my pale skin
the truth is that i am afraid of unspoken words; i am afraid of the thoughts that enter my mind from the darkest corner of my subconsciousness when i am all swallowed by darkness. i am afraid of facing the fears of mine; afraid of accepting the heart-bursting pain that visits me on lonely nights. conclusively, i am just simply afraid of not being able to find beauty in onyx shattered worlds and my own imagination
it was never the dark
(k.w)
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
All the world's renowned
had gathered for a say
and I was standing in
a corner less green and all pale
dressed gracefully
and preparing long speeches
motto was conclusively decided
"Save earth and other species"
Beautiful words
chosen with care
threaded in silk
and stacked in layer
I gathered courage
to put my case
heat from the audience
I had to face
why
did you **** my mommy
and my daddy
to **** me also
you all are ever so ready
I give you food and air
what you doing, it's not fair
trampling us, building
concrete structure
think of your children
and their future
when all will vanish
and nature will turn dummy
then you'll realize that
you cannot eat MONEY
Manisha
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 5:07 AM UTC
Let’s go knuckles.
Don’t you have anything in you?
Are you not able to
Fashion these thoughts
Coherently, conclusively
With style and poise ?
And can you not, vocabulary,
Keep your wits about you;
Turn these circumstances
Into lyrical dances?
Are your wordy recesses
Now void?
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 2:24 AM UTC
There is common ground between the seasons and I
Stages of everything going conclusively awry
Undergoing this divine metastasis
I view it as lacking the act of being courageous
And being even farther of described as spontaneous
But I never berated a late afternoon in September
Especially the absurd image of even knowing it was a possibility
I hope in a decade or so I will remember
Every one of these disjointed thoughts
As rapid as hummingbird wings I'll soon miss December
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 9:55 AM UTC
Ultimate universally unwarranted weather Yankee tools. In-extremis extremity nuance. Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant. Implicit implement implicate. Gambits of alluvium aloof impunity. After all, how can one stand next to the person they're standing next to if they are carrying on right through them?? Conclusively replete induction. Reality should be of tool in hand's conjugation. Diabolically maniacal dementia's brusque macabre abrupt. Chicanery dynamism's fealty's social contiguities. Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma. Objectified manifest's diminutive minutiae iotas of self inductive intersticial collusion . Umbra ultraism and penumbral platitudes incisiveness. The shade in the shadow of silhouette's sojourn.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 4:16 PM UTC
certain words don't provide adequate
ontological modes,
they provide ontological medians
or means, but not modes,
for example, a good comparison would be
to compare two words, only two words:
a. atheism and b. apathy.
dissect the words during a syllable
cut as a meaningful prefix, in both
examples that's a-,
what do you get?
a- (without) god (/ theology), contradictory
given that atheism is a type of theology,
a logic to disprove the existence of something,
but it's still a theology of some sort,
now the second example:
a- (without) pathology (/ailments of
range whether phobias or their antonyms,
psychological constructs that are stressed
more prominently than serious pains
that leave everyone psychologically paralysed
by that parasite of pain).
in terms of ontology, in simpler terms simply qua,
which is more important in human affairs?
qua apathetic or qua atheistic?
personally? i think the former - there are more
obstructions in the former's rubric of obstructions
than in the latter's, given that it's a rarity
to be suddenly struck down with plagues
and prophetic ailments of ill fate...
i don't care how cool it looks, to be an atheist,
you could only be a true atheist if you
were illiterate and couldn't use the alphabet
(that old chestnut from the book of genesis,
in the beginning there was word, and the word
was god), or if you were part of that
famous experiment done by frederick ii
hohenstaufen where a bunch of children
were raised in a phonetic celibacy by nuns,
just to prove what language was spoken first;
well the experiment conclusively
produced a bunch of mutes...
i guess extending the experiment's parameters
to animals would never work:
try forcing a cat to bark, as many vanities
of "proven reasons" died when kublai khan
moved the horde east without due respect
for peace-loving mongolians.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
I am Indian by birthright,
Simply black when it feels right,
A gender champion through and through,
A Southern Belle from the Bayou.
I cover all the bases from Gay rights to MeToo,
Environmental warriors – I’ll always stand with you.
Black lives truly matter, the Homeless my pet task,
All you need is Me, you don’t even need to ask.
Show me any audience and I'll immediately relate,
Where's the very harm to myself Ingratiate;
They say my laughs a cackle, but that's blatantly untrue,
It's simply Inner-me, reaching out to Outer-you.
As to championing Hamas, that's nothing but a slur,
The fact my husband's Jewish should that thought conclusively deter,
Same deal with loving felons, what will they dream up next,
That I'm a prosecutor who's never read the text?
On drugs and immigration, they titled me the Tsar,
I never asked for that as our Border is too far,
I'd rather spend my days engaging our core base,
Cajoling them to spend for this pivotal new race.
Vance calls me a Chameleon, Trump's confused by who I am,
They'll figure soon enough the cunning of this femme,
The more I keep them guessing, the less prepared they'll be,
When finally I pounce, then they'll twig who's truly me.
I've got the Party pliant, putty in my hands,
Celebrities galore, like shiny rubber bands;
Money pouring in, donors by the score,
All the worthwhile Media gushing it's Kamala they adore.
As to any policies, I don't stay up at nights,
Why worry when my bag holds Reproductive rights;
C'mon Donald, admit you’ve badly lost,
I'm the future President and you’ll be simply Toast.
Aug 2, 2024
Aug 2, 2024 at 3:41 PM UTC
The cruelest thing
you did
by far
was make me believe,
for a brief
shining
moment,
that someone
could actually
want me,
and then prove
so conclusively
that
no one
ever
could.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
I pulled my lighter out of my pocket
And dropped it on the floor
Surely accidental
I bent over to pick it up
And thought, “Does this imitate art?”
In doing so, I can say conclusively:
“It might.”
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
could you imagine what it’s like to not imagine?
to feel a feeling, before it ever happened?
to tell a breeze from a beast, waiting in the cabin?
to conclusively deny the myth of the dragon?
could you ever really know the false from the true –
having lived so little in a world so new?
could you live with love, when all you have is you?
could you assure the blind that the sky is blue?
could you split the atom, and fill the void –
with a hate so violent you were meant to avoid?
could you find your peace, amidst a frenzy on steroids?
could you smother the fire with which you toyed?
could there ever be a time you’d know for sure –
if you should let go, or endure… a bit more?
could you think for yourself, with thoughts obscure?
would you dare to tell your child - ‘you’d better mature’?
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 1:10 AM UTC
Not everything
Has a reason
Not everything
Needs an
Explanation
Why mull over
Analyze over and over
When possibly
Things really do
Just happen
With conclusively
Nothing further
Not a wandering mind
Not a wondering heart
That has to examine
In pursuit of
Meaning.
Then take them
As they come
Empty words
With no substance
But
Listen carefully
I will say it only once
The truth in its entity
Things do not
Just happen
For us
For the idea
Of us
Is still bound
To the past
Whether
We want it
Or not
So if there is no essence
In our messages
Do not bother
Showing up
If there is not
The slightest hint
That there is
A comeback.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 4:45 AM UTC
Presence; transparent and unquestionable...
Upon Ms.
Conclusively hapless.
Foregoing commencement.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
once a
delight to
splurge an
assortment of
chocolate while
enhance its
purveyor like
copious spoons
on layers
there that'd
make confection
sweet as
pie but
connoisseurs haven't
hastened the
dictate conclusively
every time
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
Sun wasn't charming the artistry of horizon
Spirits began dripping down the urn of dejection
The core was baffling should I face it or shun
But ambience flipping, the atrocious ones had spun
Taken aback, fainted of the blazes and winds thrown out
Roars making the foes briefly feel they have lost it as the scout
acknowledged the squad's optimistic encouraging shout
Leaving the base now and climbing the air, glory was without a doubt
You could be barely seen as you ripped the air apart
The confidence ascertained you'd hit even the covert as a dart
The armament away just a button of your electronic heart
Time to **** intercept, perform the enthralling aerial art
The bandits neared as your cutting edge intellect beaconed
You were so camouflaged not their conscience awakened
The shot was fired and they got absolutely weakened
Conclusively the villains were done with and the rest frightened
As you came back to your motherland, in your hand was glory
We did you a salute as we too witnessed the whole quarry
The skies now cleared till the farthest making the earth calmed corey
And don't know why
But for me, serening the world will always be your story
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
In my experience its dangerous to get close to anyone/but with you I'm conclusively right/when we touch **** goes boom/so my question is how close can we get to eachother without triggering our crazy?
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
Would've if we could've
But lust has a cost,
Shouldnt've and wouldnt've
Until trust was lost,
Contemptibly, preemptively
We forced it at first
Predictably, restrictively
Left in the lurch,
Precisely, concisely
The sneer pulled it down
Impeccably, delectably
Turned laughter to frown
Conclusively, Intrusively
We both spat the dum
Then Sadder but gladder
Decided to run.
You sprinted East and I legged it West
Both relieved to be free
Devolved and absolved now,
Both, contemptible we!
M.
North Queensland
1968
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 2:06 AM UTC
I hate you
I hope you get hit in the face
With a brick
And finally, lastly, conclusively
**** YOU.*
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
alright, so i'm transparent
pellucid in my manner
conclusively transpicuous
diaphanous from skin to heart
unequivocally seen
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 11:47 AM UTC
I
can’t think
or do like
this but I
will try my hardest
to be what you need
in life and such not so
please don’t leave me here
alone in the dark where I’ve
been for so long that I can’t
even remember who I really am anymore
and even though this doesn’t make any sense
to you it makes perfect to everyone else who knows
that you saved me from everything I never was and
never wanted to be because in all actuality you are the
most important thing in my life and always have been but
you just never knew that because it doesn’t make sense for a
beauty like you to fall in love with a beast like me but still
I am completely, irrevocably, inescapably, conclusively, and forever in love with you and for that, I apologize.
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 1:03 AM UTC
Details to start off with, are undeniable. Filtering each other out of comfort, before anyone else claim’s rich detail. This happens when details aren’t rich. Having one script of information lasting for only a few short moments. Details within other details is more of a finite majority then one would admit. Details shadowing other details, to keep prolonging its desire of centering itself noticeably. Noticeably sound? Correction! Without subjected material mixing into desires not including options. Options firing details wrapped into a more cryptic pattern. Cryptic being subjected to overusing the same pattern from before. Attracting an entanglement. Switching off (plain for all to see). Giving more subject matter to what details could commute. Offering more justifiable knowledge on what’s truly never taking place. Details mask true intentions. Away from individuals always on the hustle for every day material. Never noticing their details within details everywhere. Downside is… Thinking there’s just one detail in the picture. One pure piece of information belonging to one base of operations. Vague as the surface is bland. Selfish tidings when noticing more within. Giving entirely different opinions all together. The potential never happens. Details within details are left astray. Until someone finally captures the right spectrum. Giving attention to the alert system that is noticing something odd about majority pieces within majority attires. Pieces joining attires full of typical based labels. The majority is bland. Sensing no time has wasted their own development when never noticing what’s past the first barrier. One barrier existing within one piece of detail. Details try to shadow more of its information. Feeling drowsy in its implications toward oblivious onlookers. Never appointing their unjustified opinions with (perfect picture) that’s unattended. More the shadowing. The more effects start taking on a new shape. A simple way to gain different interpretations, perspectives, and line of sights all in one gathering thrall! Conclusively remaining silent for no one to embrace upon. It’s simply a lackluster of human interpretation when never noticing what they aren’t ready to fully align properly. It’s never a shame, if it’s baby steps to a grander process. Details finally unmasking it’s shadowing effect. Unwinding for majority pieces and attires to appreciate itself finally. Giving presence of self for the very first time. Always to busy reflecting off for others to take in. When it’s those details within itself needing to reflect between its deeper meanings. That’s what it means to be trapped within details no one ever notices.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:20 AM UTC