"consumate" poems
Basil is a fruit bat
Who flies through the trees,
And flying is what fruit bats do
With the most consumate ease,
He flies until he comes to
The place he's looking for
Where the figs grow in abundance
And he feasts till he can feast no more.
Now I wonder what then happens
When nature's functions call
And when he's hanging upside down,
Where does his wee and poo all fall?
Tom Higgins 12/05/2014
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
We yield for funeral processions;
not for the living,
skulls and bones;
sells just as much as *** these days.
Our shiny teeth;
buried in the fruit to our gums,
vve glorify this dovvnfall:
consume,
consume,
consumate.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
Slip the knife in to feel incredible
Uppity old fiend
Consumate and scheme
A ragged representation
Reveal yourself offscreen
You ain't all what you used to be.
Dopamine disconnect
Reprint the picture
Surrealist architect
Initiate surrender
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
In my game everything goes a little better
In my life victory taste a little bitter
Im far too cold to care about the weather
I guess god is right and i am just a sinner
I hope you leave so I can start to miss you
Fearing the world is a step too far
I like to live in a special place of solitude
I guess it helps to wonder where you are
When will the rain come and segrigate
The orgin and the man so intertwined
When did the hateful consumate
I guess i'll leave my identity in mind
And when the times comes
Dont get me wrong, i hope it does too
And when the last chime rings
Dont get me wrong, i hear them too
And when the lights start flickering
Dont misunderstand my state of mind
And when someone comes looking
I'll drag my nails acrost the chalkboard
So i can stay here forever, and create clever pictures
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
the cicada's have begun to emerge
after seventeen long years as a dormant miner
they arise, pushing through seveteen years of dust
and compounded muclch, breaking out into a brave new world
and for seventy two hours, if they are lucky
they seek to mate, to consumate to extend their species
some become garish decorations on truck windscreens
some become exhibits in a small boys jam jar zoo
some become waylaid and sing their cacophonial opus
on barren concrete patio's
some become Sunday dinners to peckish nestlings
some succeed gloriously, then die happy
some don't...succeed...and die wondering
but apparently seventeen years ago...
a lot succeded...
if the booming base opera being performed
is a gauge of the primeval drive of the cicada
it is summer eve in the burbs
and the living is..... noisy....
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
For many years you proffered friendship, albeit now, in disguise
For all that time, I held in trust, the warm expression in your eyes,
You claimed you worked hard, by my side, to help me build a dream, a cause,
And in return I gave for you sir, this understanding without pause.
The legions of referrals then, I steered, deflecting to your say
And trust, invested mightily, gave you the right to have your way,
Dependence there, a factor, over many years support
Now the barefaced lie revealed, the friendship, friend, was but a rort!
Revealed, you milked it all for gain. Revealed, You snickered at my pain,
Laughed aloud, you played the fool and laughed outrageously, so cruel.
It robbed me of all self regard, a comrade’s mantle caste in lard,
I cried and wept for what was lost, then sat and quietly counted cost.
Betrayal, cold, lies on the shelf, to know thy foe… reflects thyself.
Marshalg
Pukehana
14 November 2013
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
She is the water bearing spirit
near the lake at night
Combine this mild duality
to trickle down and decide.
What trusty steed to ride upon
What unwritten creed to follow through
To follow a path rarely walked along
with such blessings from a single few.
A connection split by folicles
Words spoke and motions methodical
Cherished cohabitation and
an Astonishing Conflugration
That rewards our Versimilitude
with love.
My four hands can guide you
my steady minds can show
Though i carry less than water
My true passion is to grow.
My mild to frank multiplicity
Your Bold and cautious stance
to consumate our loves authenticity
I'll, for you, rarely take this chance.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 12:50 PM UTC
I was walking down the aisle.
Nervous as can be.
On the arm's of the person standing next to me.
Leading me to the person.
Who purposed to me?
I just could feel my knees just a shakening.
Soon I was standing before the person.
Who would soon be my spouse?
Listening to the minister's lay out the vows.
As my hand sweat.
I know my soon significant other hands must be half wet.
I just know my knees just a shakening.
I know I barely heard those vowful words.
Do you take_________to be my?
Forvever more through sickess and health.
Cause I know it's that only.
Because we have no wealth.
And then the minister turn those vows around.
Do you take__________to be my?
I was so nervous I couldn't look him/her in the eyes.
Until the ring hit my hands.
And I bursted into a smile.
My knees was still a shaken.
Oh, I'm wondering now about tonight.
When we must consumate it.
Will my knees still be shaken?
Or will hours later I'll be smiling.
I just hope I don't faints.
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 7:51 AM UTC
She fell in love with the man we called husband
We were all part of her love story.
As she walked towards her future and
with watery eyes turned to wave us goodbye
we sealed her fate with cries of "don't worry."
"He's a good man and he'll take care
of you and the babies you will bear.
In five years time you will get used to
The rhythm and pressures of marriage.
Be like your friend, Ta Sallah...three children and counting."
She fell in love with a man she called husband.
Did she or we assumed, planned and gave our blessing
To what she considered a curse and prison.
They said they found him naked and unconscious
Hoping to consumate the union which he had bought.
The doctors wondered why his daughter was huddled in a corner
But the riddle was solved when she was named as one of the wives.
"He was biting me," she said in between sobs.
The poor thing wasn't even mature enough to understand foreplay.
She was not in love with the man we called husband.
He lies unconscious on a hospital bed while society ridicules her for her actions.
Now, he's the victim and she's the criminal.
He took her innocence yet all you see is a wicked woman.
There lies your mistake...
She is the infant bride of a bearded old man.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
The Person who provokes thought
should brace for an onslaught/
I know thats what I said
Ten thousand hours I practice patients/
Now I'm weightless/
Was a slippery slope thus I stuck to the basics/
This Express I deliver the Galaxy Ispaceship/
My literature literally comes from the lesson of Thoth/
Scholarship cold calls
At least thats what I thought/
At most I didn't think/
Wim Hof
An idiot servant at being an idiot of course/
The source combined it/
The science in God
Gods in the Science/
Engineered every mind at its finest/
Resolve Nothing to prove/
I was intelligently ignorant
I didn't know what I couldn't do/
Such bliss
Some one stop please stop me/
Im off in a corner trying to understand fibonacci/
Lock key and throw it/
I'm not leaving this **** room until I know it/
Pardon My French
If you notice/
A consumate contemplater yes I lament/
OK i'm bracing.
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
Watch out for the sharks.
They've evolved behind closed doors
And walk the streets
Without you even noticing.
Their killer teeth hide
Behind a dentist's wet dream
And their fins are hidden
Under designer threads.
They learnt from the wolf
Who has hung up his
Woollen overcoat
And passed the baton.
Watch out for sharks
They're the consumate liars
Who believe their own crap
Watch out for sharks
We're just little fish
In a dangerous pond
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
Flaws don't give birth to people
Mistakes can't go into labour
Hatred can have spawn
Judgment can't consumate
Labour is what brings life
Labour pulls an idea into existence
You are not born for the knife
You are not born to give up on the distance
Your are not born of a flaw or mistake
For you were not mistook
You were labored for
You are not your flaws, but you are your laborers greatest creation!
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
.
Ya say ya love me (?)
Yeah yeah sure
Hey I'm glad ta hear it
Makes my day really ta hear it
)(
Say well really I gotta go
Now
What was your name again !
Yeah right
That's it !
Say we'll get together
soon
And consumate your love
Yeah yeah
Sure
Sure I'm glad ta know
.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
You're scared. Something about me arouses the forgotten ashes. The ones that have been spread far and wide in the back of your mind. I can tell that your involvement with me lights up parts of your brain that sends an SOS signal to your entire core. There's something within me that doesn't allow you to function how you'd like too. I'm skipping turnstiles and playing musical chairs in your brain, lighting up familiar triggers you can't quite figure. That's why you act like a relucilant adolescent, who only knows complications. You're not really complicated, you're stubborn. That's why your kisses are limited. Your touch is always as distant as possible. Reluctant at times. There's parts of me you're too afraid to touch, to maraud. Your lack of receptiveness completely turns me off. Makes me want to runaway without a say. Yet I know it'd be far more better if I played with fire and ignited a fire from your cupid's bow to your toes. Cease a fire across your body that you cannot calm. A fire that would consume your entirety. Devour your being. One that sparks your soul. & with my bare hands seed a soil that's been in need of loving. I have a fire match ready for you, hand delivered by a cherub. Let us consumate a taboo, you say when. Quickly I'll slide my thumb down the side of your lip, with my index finger adjacent to your top lip, cupping my fingers in, I'll pour in you the sweetest gasoline. Within you I'll ignite the parts you've neglected so much. Within you, they'll be a big bang, it'll be where our new love began.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC
He loves women
As much as he loves
Himself
Promising her the moon
While handing the stars to another.
A consumate poker player
They never see the truth
Hidden within his eyes.
If he kept one eye on the table
He'd see she has upped the ante
And her heart's at risk
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC