"confidentially" poems
Cross my path with silver,
cackled the aged crone,
She sniggered,
and the girlie,
she just walked past,
Grinning, saying confidentially,
"What you know you silly old hag",
The hag she shouted in her face,
Girlie,"I can bless you,
or equally, can curse you",
The years did pass,
The crone, kept girl's sarcasm in her heart,
The girl she wanted an honest child,
for she had grown older,
somewhat bolder,
And she tried to conceive,
a baby of love,
a gift from above,
she had lots of expensive investigations,
but she just couldn't fall,
The crone she passed in the hallway,
Smiled all knowingly,
she whispered at the sweet chick,
"if you'd crossed my palm with silver, all those years ago,
you would have had a baby,
But you will never know,
She sat and she thought, and she smiled to herself,
For she never believed in that gypsy's curse.
Two years have passed since that day,
her bonny baby, she doth play,
realised the gypsy curse was *******
(C) Livvi
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
Another college tour, another favor. This time it was an old schoolmate, George and his parents who were taking the official tour. I was going to babysit his little sister Mary (5) while they walked around.
It was good to see someone from home and sad in a way. For a moment, I had a tugging feeling, like there was a hook deep inside me and the reel was back home.
When I first saw George I remembered a time, in 10th grade, before COVID. I was leaving school early and waiting to be picked up. Twenty track boys, fresh from their daily run, were lounging, seductively around. George, in particular, in a pose rather like Michelangelo’s Adam. *** I remember thinking at the time.
I smiled at that long-ago tableau. “What?” George asked, he was watching me. “Nothing,” I smiled, “Just looking forward to babysitting”
Mary and I exercised to a video, had a pizza delivered and colored - crayons aren’t easy to find in the modern college environment so we used high-lighters to create delicate, watercolor-like masterpieces.
As we drew, Mary said, off-handedly, “You’re really nice,” as if the nature of my character had been in some dispute. Still, I still felt warmly complemented.
When the tour was over, we were walking up science hill toward their car and the sun was declining to sunset. “How do you like it,” George asked, confidentially, head lowered, voice low enough not to be overheard by his parents who were walking a few yards behind us with Mary. “There’s a LOT of reading,” I said, shruggingly. “but I’m keeping up.” Last year I was a junior, this year I’m in college. It seemed absurd.
How do you conjure a vision for someone of what college would be like, when college experiences are so individual? The writer's dilemma, interpreted by a babysitter.
As we reached their car, the caroling bells started ringing (5pm) from Harkness Tower. It was the perfect send-off. Again I felt the pull of homesickness but my phone plinked and the emotion didn’t even last as long as dusk.
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 7:39 AM UTC
Men stop in their tracks when they see me
Become tongue-tied, try but cannot speak
We supermodels are paid for our looks, and very handsomely
They see me at an airport, make an approach,
Chat me up, stilted conversation ensues
Oh well, confidentially, I don't mind as I'm just killing time, on my way to the next shoot in Ibiza, then Italy.
Vanisa is the name; I made it up, keeps me sane
Running down the highway of fashion
In the body that is mine
I cannot help if I was born this way
Sublime, the money I make but, look,
It's not that great to hold a bottle of perfume
Or pretend to eat steak
But, Oh, the attention from the men who cross my path
They dream of me, they say, that's a laugh
If they only knew what a B I can be, they'd think twice about
Their fantasy
Look, I'm a nice person, got a family back home
Minnesota is my hideout from the mishigas I've known
And I read books, really I do
Want to talk politics? That would be cool
Here comes another candidate
Lets see what he has to say
Yes I was on the cover of Sports Illustrated
Yay, he says, then comes his big smile
It's so nice everyone loves me
Makes it all worthwhile.
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
Bob is seventy four
And fighting cancer
Every day.
He's had us plant seeds
For four o'clocks
Twice now.
He told me confidentially
That he knows the flowers
Weren't here
In Boone's time
But his mother always
Had them
And maybe they are his legacy.
I found one
Of his wandering
Flowers in the garden bed
Yesterday.
And four more
In between
My sage and horseradish
Today
I dug them up
And carried them
Home.
I don't think
We could forget
Bob
Anytime soon.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
Cats will lick coffee off of your chest
If you raise 'em the right...
Thus spake Zarathustra,
confidentially, off the record.
when an early morn hot beverage
dribbled from chin
onto chest
Full
of facts and figures,
recipes for living life.
So, I suggest,
that if you do not a cat possess,
get a girl friend,
both wise as mine,
and willing.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
You see videos mean jack ****
Videos don’t play the atmosphere in the air
tinged gently with **** from the nearby toilette
videos don’t play how it started.
They don’t hear the pounding of the dragon flies wings in the air
and the Walt Whitman you read before you arrived or
the amazing or ****** day the camera man had.
The tension of the air between two warriors as they fought
in good fun or for good riddance.
Videos do just as great a job as the person who watches
a minute of a debate and confidentially declares the winner.
Granted there is no such thing as what actually happened
everything I write beyond this is opinion declared to be fact.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
we all die eventually,
the walls are closing in,
I’m only made of skin,
the world breaks down casually,
the skies are closing in,
let my blood run thin,
share my secrets confidentially,
the screams are breaking in,
who’s my next of kin?
Apr 10, 2011
Apr 10, 2011 at 8:34 AM UTC
Eyes raining, tears staining shadows into her shirt,
No feeling, revealing the fact that shes been hurt,
This time is worse, there's no reverse,
**** its so much work,
She's trying, still eying that razor in her purse,
This ******* curse,
This time is not the first,
Her blood still feeding the demons locked up inside of her,
The only cure, scratch that a remedy,
A brief relief from the realness that is reality,
Undoubtedly,
She's not normality, not fitting in and no longer feeling proud to be,
Different, now she wants to fit in,
Used to be happy but now she even hates living,
I mean what's with it, why do we even bother,
Being so cruel, what if that was your own daughter,
Confidentially,
her confidence they slaughter,
Slipping away, she slips beneath the water,
Never will forgive the people who forgot her.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
Tiger’s Eye
Tiger’s eye gonna set you free
It’s nature’s own, a magic stone
Imbued with love’s energy
Life’s a ***** people hard to be around
But, Tigers eye never let you down
No, oh no, oh no
Tigers eye never let you down
Amulets, charms, trinkets and beads
A turbaned lady, she said to me
Take this home and I think you’ll agree
Tiger’s eye gonna set you free
Confidentially, between you and me
For the price of two
I’ll give you three
If you pay in
Rupee,
For the price of two
I’ll give you three
Tigers eye gonna set you free
Fifty for the bracelet
Five for the charm
Tiger’s eye never do no harm
Take it home, hold the stone
And soon you will agree
Tigers eye gonna set you free
It’s a jungle out there
Dark shadows behind every tree
Spells n spies, unwanted goodbyes
Endless lies and haunted cries
It’s protection that you need, you see
The lion may be king
But tigers can outrun almost everyone
And almost everything
If you’re looking for love ever after
No need to despair
Now, stay with me, stay with me
The truth is hard to hear
Tigers eye is the talisman
You always should keep near.
Heats you up with passion,
Your wildest dreams come true
You could walk a lovers’ mile
With a love that’s just for you
So, smile for a while,
Smile if you can, you can
It’s good to remember, in the end
Providence is the master plan
If you’re looking for love ever after
Everyone’s as cold as stone
No fun and no laughter got you
Cold down to the bone
Tigers eye help to see you through and
That’s my point of view
Don’t be sad, don’t be flat
Tigers eye is not like that
Tigers eye
Gonna let your spirit soar
You’ll be needing nothing more
Walk and run and skip a stone
Over a tranquil sea
Be as crazy as you can be
Cause
Tigers eye gonna set your spirit free
And that’s what she said to me
Aug 28, 2018
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I put you up, higher than the rest,
But you went and climbed your way down.
I always kept you above my head and gave you everything that I had left and all you did was bury me underground.
As hard as I tried to dig my way from the ground,
Your actions have kept me tied up in the hand.
You were my number one,
And what kills me most is that I used to overthink about you all day long,
Now I barely keep the thought of you in my mind
And that feels absolutely wrong.
All I did was overestimate you because I thought you were different than everyone else somehow.
My vision was blurry from all the streaming tears on my face, but I managed to wipe them confidentially and never hesitate.
Today we barely have anything to say,
and eventually I will have to live it anyway.
You used to be something enormous in my eyes,
sadly you collapsed from the pain you put me through that made me feel like I was about to die.
I guess it's a matter of priority from someone being something to almost nothing.
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
I listen to their problems
I tell them some of mine
I hear them confidentially
I listen to the whine
I help them without knowing
I do it without thinking
I ask them many questions
I realize that they’re sinking
I try to save them, but
I know they’ll do it on their own
I try to keep them talking
I think I’ve finally shown
That they have no real problems
That it’s all in their own mind
But I keep on listening
It’s for themselves to find
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC
We both still here, the storms have drowned us.
The droughts wilted, dried up our flowered words.
Look, between us, confidentially,
nothing will defeat us.
We both, continue lovin', never
stop laughin',
We care!
And , we both
are still here!
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
Under layers that cannot be seen.
I hear your frustrations scream.
Exposing crimson veins, symbolizing the loathe you burry inside.
Out loud it is denied,
Confidentially in search for a shelter to hide.
From the smallest shade of olive green leaves and petals,
To gigantic grey boulders.
Its goal is never satisfied.
“Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared
Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin' my chain anywhere”
But,
How far will your feet stomp across the concrete?
Keeping your anger discrete.
Your feelings maybe locked in your heart.
But it’s not a body, it’s not human like us.
See,
Any day we can get bodied.
But your anger is a spiritual form of skin.
Waiting to be bandaged by the ears of somebody.
Don’t display your bravery like it’s sincere.
Matter of fact come here.
Let me look you into the windows of your soul.
Let your tears become Windex,
So I can see clear.
As I cry and mourn with you.
While I cut through more layers.
I’m not a savior,
Simply because I need a prayer too.
But I will never play you.
I will ride until the commands of a Master Sargent orders the 21 gun salute.
Just as if our skin was super glued.
Yes, this is deep.
But please don’t tell me you are relieved.
When even the tone your voice is in grief.
Please let your guard be weak.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
Blind guys, are especially amongst the best
Fill it in, he said, as he revolves & dances;
Online, as I am informed, he asked Him,
Which is to be; many feet of clay, marble floors
& the eggs; The glass Lord built the house
To tell the story of modern women;
Confidentially, they do eat of his fingers,
The moon w/ a woman: dogs have the game,
Looking pretty in the home country
of the dream strippers'
Film club;
& they begin to eat the eggs of the female;
Taking the field after a cold glass of cheerleader
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
Should have left it at how you doing i like your music too, i shouldve never called you back when you were persuing, shouldve never gave my 2-way and heard those woeful stories, the ones we heard a thousand times it bores me...
Should never have ****** me when you knew very well id be in love forever, it all crashed down, noone loves me, sitting here watching your bank roll run out, no noveltys the shows over, i cant take it anymore...
Noone cares when i hurt and the tears run down, im delicate youre aging dummy, taking my f35 20 minutes wasnt nothing, you should know thats how i roll, confidentially im on my way to get my **** blown, you dont want the world to know...
That youre my puppet love, the grown man inside me is always crying alone, i cry, cry, cry, no noveltys, no bankroll, i want it to be over...
Look at out lives we hide inside deep down both lost an lonesome, frail shook as one, tell me you love me, let it show, when all else fails alone no noveltys, no bankroll, then we have nothing...
Noone cares let the drama blow over, ill always be here let the show begin, i love you, tell everybody i love you, i love you, i love you, only you, youre my lover...
I pray it never comes crashing down, together forever baby come home, gullys in the back protecting our yard, lets play on our ground, yeah you, come home, i dont bite i playwrite, ill always be there...
Whos gonna? No more jokes, whos gonna? Be there when the moneys gone, gambling Marriot, no noveltys, make a move, youre my shiny star its killing me im dying slowly...
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