"considerately" poems
The day that I was christened--
It's a hundred years, and more!--
A hag came and listened
At the white church door,
A-hearing her that bore me
And all my kith and kin
Considerately, for me,
Renouncing sin.
While some gave me corals,
And some gave me gold,
And porringers, with morals
Agreeably scrolled,
The hag stood, buckled
In a dim gray cloak;
Stood there and chuckled,
Spat, and spoke:
"There's few enough in life'll
Be needing my help,
But I've got a trifle
For your fine young whelp.
I give her sadness,
And the gift of pain,
The new-moon madness,
And the love of rain."
And little good to lave me
In their holy silver bowl
After what she gave me--
Rest her soul!
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I do not love you in the most common sense of the word.
I do not love you softly with doe eyes and tender kisses.
I do not love you bravely, for there is nothing brave in my actions or words to you.
I do not love you kindly or sweetly, gently or patiently, considerately or reservedly.
I love you like a storm was loosed on my entire being from my first glimpse of you.
I love you like a match loves to be struck, or like a nail loves a hammer.
I love you like a page loves being scarred by the ink of a pen,
and I love you like a pick loves being scraped across old strings over and over again.
I love you violently, and entirely. But, most of all, secretly.
I love you scorchingly and searingly, as if all the pretty words you've ever bestowed upon me were mere kindling.
I love you like an atom must love the universe, a thing by the grace of which it exists, but a thing also which it couldn't possibly ever grasp.
I love you behind my heart and behind my eyes, to shield such a vulnerable thing from the corrosion and harsh grinding of the world.
I love you brokenly, and bitterly, and for always, because I will not admit to loving you at all.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 6:03 PM UTC
We met in February,
snow painted red-bricks looming,
flaring nostrils crisply inhaling;
we scampered across the boulevard
doused in the wake of passing tires.
We kissed on a Wednesday,
economically sharing a cab,
considerately a chaste peck,
stirring up a faint blush
while you clutched my hand.
I fell in love one morning
wrapped in a paradox of your limbs;
I extricated myself miserably,
condemned to hard labor
from nine to five.
You called me today,
the unrecognized number
churning cement in my stomach,
an answer to the the seven digit prayer
I left this morning on your pillow.
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 2:51 AM UTC
The quest for both burial and resurrection are significant, as their flickering shadows of the self-depreciatory abyss chant their silent and hauntingly audible presence under the canopy of the ancient forest.
Let us celebrate the night together, as we are traumatically enveloped within an exposed and dialectical pronunciation during this classical and acoustic daylight romance.
Although I truly hate your love, I also reject your evident indifference.
This is the essence of feeling like a fake within the genuineness of our actual and perceived realities.
It is heaven-sent, like a feathered breed of unresolved investigations within our socio-political climate of assumed advancement, where the intensity of the beat gyrates her percussionist hips across ******* expressions of the cosmological sound barrier.
Concurrently, the tangible rhythm of nature’s pulse considerately consummates her forcefully placid interactions within the context of gender specific diversity.
It is all in the name of discriminatory wholeness, my friend.
Our ambivalent connectedness to that which is catastrophically uncertain reminds me of drawing curtains across this conglomerate dawn of darkness and uninhibited concealment.
Just look at our ornithological formation, where leadership spreads her wings with censored zoological resignations and simplistic wisdom.
You have truly lifted my soul within the complexity of this circuitry, and I wholeheartedly acknowledge that we are a myriad of expressions which cannot be adequately articulated within the thermals of our cosmological stratosphere.
Yet, there is a certain finesse to delinquency, and I have bridged the metaphorical gap across the chasm of divided entities, where we can embrace the cool and gentle breeze right at the fulcrum of unforgiving landscapes and shamanic pastures.
Like an artistic depiction of woodland serenity, we are engaged in this wonderful neutrality where it is all about the dance – otherwise known as the energy of modern choreography.
Epistemology can be questionable, where assumptions are sickeningly grounded within the soil of egocentric perceptions of supremacy.
Trust me, my seasoned partner of those astral plains of Nirvana: my lips are sealed in this putrid reconciliation of proclaimed opposites, which are said to mutually attract.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
She considerately held a smile
and strained to conceal the strain
of politeness,
asking correct questions
with an ear of patience
conveying interest
to spare feelings from being hurt.
Though I held a mask
of being fooled by her falseness
we knew we knew
and yet the charade continued.
I admire her for that.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
The nursing home smelled like ****
considerately covered with disinfectant.
“Thank god for small mercies”, I thought,
as I walked towards the one I love
who can no longer speak my name.
She had grown whiskers, when did that happen?
And the corner of her eyes were filled with decay.
Some things were the same, though,
Like the way she cried when I hugged her.
Like the way her hair smells-
like protection,
like childhood.
It is very difficult to converse with some one who can barely speak.
I pattered on about my boyfriend, and she asked,
“Jewish?”
I reply, “No Bubbe, he’s not.”
Her eyes fell, and how can I reveal myself to her?
That I lost nothing when I found that I didn’t believe?
Instead I smile and say, “maybe someday Bubbe.”
But she is not fooled, and my smile becomes plaster.
I stop filling the silence.
There is a woman screaming in the hall.
Not screaming exactly, but yelping
like a fox caught in a trap.
Thin, helpless cries so full of fear and pain
that I could reach up and feel her loss ripping the air.
“She sounds like I feel”, I thought.
But then again, how must she feel?
I’m here for half an hour,
she’s here until death.
And I text my boyfriend, I tell him,
if you’re still around when we're old,
before you let them put me in a place like this,
put a bag over my head,
and slit my wrists.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
I'm goner.
Spit one last splash of lukewarm words out
and I'm a solid rock on my bed.
You see,
I whisper words out to the world
like the way you'd sing to a plant,
silently so as not to be overheard,
but hoping that a soft tune
will make it grow.
I speak to you
the way a child asks the stars
for his wish to come true,
considerately, moderately,
shyly, greedily.
And then I shut my eyes.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
I flourish,
I fade
Let me live in your home,
perfectly I stay poised
Let me live in my home,
unrestrained
I grow freely
I lure you in with my stately scent
Be heedful as I may harm your hands
Hold me considerately and carry me with you
The beloved of the bride
The chivalrous choice for the lover
Remember me when I am gone
You will see me again
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 11:26 AM UTC
am I really real,
if I want you to see?
by your soul tell me,
am I as shallow as the sea?
I sit up and try them-
the names, all the parts of me
to find them longing
to be run over, pilfered considerately
by a discerning eye
wise, auspicious hands
oh tell me, please tell me!
who am I? what is this land?
how may I save my heart?
Do you- do you understand?
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 12:33 AM UTC
Discover your inner music and dance!
Sing your song with glee.
Let your ability to be yourself
Light up your glowing marquee.
Accept yourself; be kind to yourself;
And be considerately bold.
Don't let purveyors of mediocrity
Force you into a mold.
Proclaim your individuality.
Be humble yet self-assured.
Don't let the light of your heartfelt endeavors
Ever be obscured.
So what if you are not like others.
If you want to go far,
Keep your focus, follow your heart,
And simply be who you are.
Be impervious to scornful mutterings.
See through hypocrites and fakes.
Don't let others' weaknesses cause you
To imitate their mistakes.
Be attentive to those around you,
But go where your inner guides take you.
Don't let the sticklers for conventionality
Stifle your song or break you.
Appreciate every single moment;
Try to maintain good cheer.
Trust in yourself and realize
There's nothing, there's no one to fear.
- by Bob B
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
sometimes i catch myself
going over the things you said
and wonder if there were things
you didn’t say
if you felt selfish things
you considerately couldn’t say
things
i would have liked to hear
things that would cause us pain
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
as she asked me to leave after a quick romp
I pouted quite noticeably, my needs had been
perspired very well in her ***** and she did
notice and asked quite considerately
Would a hug help?
I smiled.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
I don’t know how you handle my complexity but thank God you do.
There are lots of secrets I’ve been trying to hide from you.
Starting from how things were ****** up even before we met
Unto now, where simple stuffs are getting me upset
You know what, if I were just good at explaining myself
I would have told you stories that deafens my head
Like how I badly pleaded for my life to end
Because I’m never good enough even for myself
To be honest, to you, why am I dedicating this poem?
You already got tons of my breakdowns to absorb.
Sorry honey, I’ve got no one listening to me
So please, I ask you to bare considerately
I wanted to apologize for the person I have become
For being someone whom I never imagined I’ll turn into
Always being a ***** selfish and imprudent
Trying to stay away from any possible harm
My past is never an excuse for me to treat you rudely
Still, I want to say sorry for pushing you away from me
I got a pile of fears and insecurities all over my body
I hope that you have the strength to tag me along with your journey
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
Has a memory ever sent chills of anxiousness down your spine
after your mind so considerately forced it to replay a cringing vivid encounter of a horrific experience
The high definition play back never fails to send me shivering in my seat
I feel like my friends are always asking me if I'm cold
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC