"contagiously" poems
Have you ever watched a wild horse’s rage when they try to tame it in? Or ever watched a wild leopard fight back, when they Try to steal it’s skin? Have you ever watched a lion’s fierce roar, when they try to cage it in? Like the wild, leave me.wild child.
My love flow like rivers, It comes deep as the seas. My emotions can be contagiously calming but can change like the ties of a raging sea. I don't know where I am going, but I know where I been, I desire to live like the wild, I rebell when cage in. Living to be free, Independent spirit of a loner wolf. Jane to Tarzan? yea... I would live like them if I could. Wishes to be unconstrained by society. How could I be put in a box. When you have courage like a lion an strength of an ox. Can not be compared to a thing, or an ordinary human being. Gypsy by heart, obsession for freedom, born bohemian Queen. Though control over others can be a blessing, more of a curse. When flesh and ego bound by unresolved past, turns me into the worse. But my awareness of it all, picks me up from the fall. and leads me back to soul, when I hear divinity call. Ancestors guide me,Truth in the stars. Moon child in chart. Pisces in sun. scorpio by ascendant, Venus ram thrives, I see God in the sun. My soul is undefined, Old fashioned and style. Mind me like nature and love me like the wild.
Have you ever watched a wild horse’s rage when they try to tame it in? Or ever watched a wild leopard fight back, when they Try to steal it’s skin? Have you ever watched a lion’s fierce roar, when they try to cage it in? Like the wild, leave me.wild child.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
the unthinkable is our specialty
~
there are special periods of varying length
when we are given grants of capability
where solutions transferable like shared salt drops
and red gummy bears
you need, I believe, and the
no contract is signed and commissioned,
belief is suspended,
for the eyes have the evidence,
the ayes win the nomination,
the shaken but unbreakable longest kiss
secures the deal,
and the local island newspaper banners a headline,
“miracles on the island expand contagiously!”
this is when
this is where
one walks the streets and the dirt roads
sing song smiling,
the tide always incoming,
the peeks of sun
perfectly strong,
installing a feeling
of safe and home and not alone
where is shelter?
*here here,
here is shelter,
hear is shelter,
in words and deeds and on our
embracing fingertips*
9:45am
April 11, 2019
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
We are rotten now.
You are rotten, moldy, putrid with disease.
I'll separate my pristine state from you.
Get the **** away from me.
You are rotten now.
You are contagiously, disgustingly rotten.
I'll pretend there's still some use in you,
Throw you in the compost, forgotten.
You are a memory.
Overripe, painful, noxious.
You were a part of me.
Infecting, stinking, rancid.
This is my goodbye to you
This is the routine compost.
This is how I say, "We're through,"
This is how I let you go.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
Quieter days stand before me as if they are trying to tell me
that the answer lies
perhaps there is more than one
perhaps there is none
What was it that should’ve been done
I catch her staring off into space
Then closes her eyes
for an instant, expressionless face
contagiously gleaming
then opens her eyes
I find her worries to be uninviting
Do not dare to come near
casting a spell is intertwined
With aftermath that must be endured
Immediately raising her voice
but not raising words
cannot find the right choice
resorting into vanity
Quiet days stand before me as if they are trying to tell me
that the question divides
perhaps there is more than one
perhaps there is none
What was it that could’ve been undone
I catch them gazing into place
then close my eyes
for an instant, enthusiastic face
contagiously beaming
Then open my eyes
Disengaged with comfort of my own
Do not dare to come near
breaking a spell is defined
with progress that must be lured
Effortlessly blending her dreams
but not blending thoughts
can find the right choice
morphing into sanity
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC
Waking in darkness to brainstorming moments
Warm under covers on this freezing morn,
Recalling the instants of yesterday’s sequences,
How they developed and how they were born……
*“Moving with grace in a form fitting garment,
Curves in the shadow light tauntingly near,
Beautiful lines in a moment of weakness
Titillate senses erotically clear.”
“Watching the mouth of the bigoted warbler,
Watching him spout his idolatry spiels,
Rhetoric of mind bending, **** licking garbage
Image of self is the place that he kneels.”
“Urgency now with insurances deadline
Making provision for payments now due,
Juggle the baksheesh for paying the piper
Or the cruelty of bankers will cauterise you!”
“Laughter arouses the happiest moments
Merriment opens the faces so well,
Emotively gracious the giving of laughter
Contagiously, wonderfully ringing the bell.”
"Uncomfortably caught in the midst of an untruth
Unconscionably really, can’t call it a lie,
Got caught in momentum of tale in the telling
Upsetting me now to the point where I cry.”
"Can’t recall why, but I know there’s a matter,
Ripping my britches to try to recall….
Something importantly, now to be dealt with
Frustratingly lost in the fog of it all.”
"Harmonies rise like a mist in the temple
Delicate cadences rise and they fall,
I wonder why God allows this unbeliever
To sing with the Angels in his Holy hall?”
“Running my fingertips over her curvature
Feeling the ***** line plummet to fall
Knowing the thrill of elicit collusion
Anticipate promise of wanting it all.”*
Sudden alarm in the midst of a waking
Urgency calls at the dawn of the day,
Heaving my soul into frost waiting fingers
Leaving my dreams in the warmth where they lay.
Marshalg
“Pukehana Paradise”
Auckland NZ.
22 June 2013
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
Life is complex, she said to me
A statement unfortunately true,
Reiterating the fact, real happiness
Has become a fleeting virtue.
The single most excruciating task
Of anyone to ever, have to ask-
Is to live this life, so full of pain
As the human race, itselve's disdain
Yet, its as effortless as drawing breath
The simplicity of air
Our automatic processes
That which contagiously, we share:
Laughter, Heartache, Hatred, Hope-
the humanistic ways to cope.
Despite that complexities insue,
You know strength, to let faith renue
Bestow some courage, place belief
In all that initially brings you grief
Every morning, a new dawn's shining-
& every cloud, has it's silver lining.
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 3:56 AM UTC
Life is truly a potpourri
a mix of exciting, scary, inspiring,
painful, joyful, heartbreaking,
disappointing, at times, exhausting
these days, there is no longer fear
i shall not fight it, if i fall right now
for,
i am the bent amongst the young,
the straight and tireless,
i always wonder why,
when a strong wind blows,
i still endure, still am standing...when
turning around requires much effort.
But, I can't hide how this world surrounding me
provides me with such a lift
it opens my half-closed view
yes, there are the dying parts, corners
but what i see mostly are blooms of vibrant yellows,
greens, pinks, peaches, so mellow
lively colors all around me.
even the naked tree, towers over me,
and in its own way
indulges in all the grace and beauty
that render both of us
breathless.
I am, now, in a worn down state,
but I refuse to give way,
for, I see, I feel
i am very much a part
of this pool of energy
effortlessly
continuously,
contagiously
pulsating,
this LIFE that leaves me expecting
for more blue skies.
I am a kite set free, flying on its own
i am a balloon, soaring, with no strings that hold
i am the old amidst the new
but,
i still am... a breath of life,
So...i struggle to live on.
Sally
Copyright March 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
As the stresses of the day wear on,
My furrowed brow tucked firmly in pensive thought,
My back torn open from the malicious whips of jealous competition
Lips pursed tight,
chest groaning with slivers of painful angst
Mind racing foul
I carry my heavy load yoked firmly home
I walk through that familiar door
bright eyes burning with warm welcome seer through me
my furrows are swept away
tension easing,
I unfurl as you rise to greet me,
Warm smiles contagiously leap on to my gaunt expression
tender lips move so gently over my mine
softening every hash word passed through them,
My chest unclenches releasing butterflies from thier paranoid chains
Warm arms brush away the stings of the days warfare
Relief washes through me
My armour falls away
As my soul tucks tightly into you
A whisper from my heart releases
'I'm home'.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
Contagious Yawning
Starts with one, soon everyone
Yawns contagiously.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
contagiously engaging,
locking myself away through my eyes,
into a world unreal,
beautiful roses , pinks and blues,
I have the sleeping while rolling out
a lost list of philosophie blues,
you choose,
cause into this unreal world,
it could end in a matter of seconds,
my heart is saddened by that short delay,
of holding my exes hand again,
or spending mother and son time,
ended,
so sleeping for me is not a good thing.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
She sits inside a class and listens with respect;
She sprinkles in some new ideas only when requested,
Though I know her head is bursting with bright thoughts.
She has an average face but her smile lights you up;
She laughs contagiously and never disparages life,
She is the girl you cannot hate.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
Two coffee shops, one left one right, ancient
History of modern Rome, post-war families saving
Ethiopian delights, surviving selling beans rebuilding
The Eternal City, bringing back normality by drugging
Insanity. I knew them both since I was a child, holding
My father’s hand while he drank, the elixir and I
Ate my tramezzino looking up at his smile. Contagiously
Spreading the good vibes as he joked, with young
Bartenders sons, of local bar owners serving
Residents. Went to each yesterday, one for cigarettes
The other, for corretto, another way to gulp a drop
Of spirit disguising, in the tiny cup, of a dark mask.
Young tapsters have grown old yet remain, brewing
In solitude, relatives absent some departed.
At the cashier two Chinese ladies discovered, to be
The wives of new owners, foreigners employing
Italians, weird products of migration, for ambitious
Populations conquering integration, as their kids
Go to the same school as mine and locals mock
The change, living in the glory of the past, when
National espresso only charged, seven hundred lire
European currency exchanged, in ninety cents for those
Who don’t know, triple its original price. My bank
Stuck in the middle of the two has also changed
In twenty years, my first account at eighteen
Transformed, me into the witness of many comes
And goes, directors and vice, bankers and services
Evolving to reward, my loyalty with fraud.
Two nights ago it shamelessly stole, fifty euros of me
Claiming, inexistent liabilities on a contract that had none.
Peanuts to unconscious holders, asking explanations
To hear clerks remark, they have no idea and will
Eventually know in ten days time, when the statement
Will sentence the crime, as legal commending me to shut
Up, accept the theft, give thanks. Going tomorrow to grab
A coffee and close, twenty years of history, mine.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
Band aids to my careless falls
Laughter to my weirdest antics
Raindrops to accompany my tears
Stars to light up my darkest nights
Efforts placed to suit my comfort
Understanding hearts to my needs
Trustworthy ears to my deepest secrets
Holding them close and sealed
Protection to my fragility
Smiles contagiously spreading
Grateful because...
...It's those genuine hearts that I feel and see
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
my life me dream
where do you seem to be?
here?
or in fantasy
in me
past, present, future?
Contagiously disinfect
my bad nurturing close
my wounds with
kissy sutures,
cleanse me sanity with
your oh so sweet words.
Comment
me
back
to this world, balance
me
upon your curves.
for chances
are,
it will turn out
my past is presently,
me destiny.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
Quickened quicksand putrified as blackened pepper,
Doth thou remember?
Or art thou to young to forget?
Propagation stuns contagiously,
Raging promoter's think hastily,
How provision like they are!!!!!!!
Swell in their heads,
Like a baby still unfed,
Feet stuck in state shoes like old southern style pickled jars!!
The puncture of force trembles to the gravitational world,
Where men art small,
Women art tall,
Dancing on tables of wine and pearls!!!
Moody atmosphere here is monosonic,
Monopilizers monstrous to federal gain!!
Some socks stay threaded,
While bedsheets they use for you to hang!!!
Misconcieve your own livings,
Give your own thanksgiving,
For you stole thine native land!!!
No change to stay at large,
Mitigater of quickened sand......
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
Remeber when being around one another seemed effortless?
Often you and I, him and them,
she and her would all be together.
Forever felt longer before it expired.
The bittersweet, overy competitive affection
was contagiously repulsive.
Now and then used to be then,
never now.
How else would you descfive what happened?
Or are there alternative endings---
where I begin
and you win again?
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
I didn't know you could do that.
Your perfectly shaped almond eyes
Filled with power and promises
Telling me we are forever
I didn't know you could do that.
Your reassuring, gentle touch
Tightly, holding me so closely
Your precious possession to be
I didn't know you could do that.
Your unforgettably bright smile
Ever contagiously joyful
Whispering I am all you need
No, i didn't know you could lie
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
As a child I struggled many a time
With notions of rights and wrongs,
Searching in the voice of parents
Through approval and scolding
Lessons to identify misconducts.
As an adolescent I began to challenge
Conventional behaviours striving
To find my peers’ admiration, long
Considerations over good and evil
To become someone deserving high regards.
Entering adulthood I withdrew from the gaze
Of others as no one knew who I was and who
I intended to grow into, making my own rules,
Relying on instincts to drive, religious
And philosophical reflections to call mine.
Now that I am half way through I realise
Each and every human being stores
In the depths of its consciousness a truth
No mask can hide and no one can deny.
Keys to the glorification of humankind,
Being faithful to oneself by living
In the light of love, contagiously spreading
The energy of kindness, getting rid of lacerating
Desires of vengeance, retaliations for our own
Frustrations, based on illogical self-contempt.
As I ponder on justice I have ceased to dwell,
Eye for an eye or turn the other cheek,
As the illuminated essence within me
Inevitably resolve to peace. No revenge serves
Any purpose if not that of perpetrating evil
To the detriment of humanity as a whole.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC
I dreamt about you last night.... the kind of dream where everything is so real, everything makes so much sense.
The kind of dream where once you woke up you need to do everything in your power to prove it was real, someway or somehow.
you told me you loved me.... the words like sweet honey coming from your lips. I wrapped my arms around you and felt more at home than I had ever been in my life.
You smiled, it was right at me, and contagiously I fell for it and smiled right back.
your eyes were pools I was willingly drowning in.
It couldn't have been a dream? please say it wasn't....
you held me, I was happy.
but then I pinched myself, this beautiful world where you and I were what we were always supposed to be came crashing down before I even had the time to scream your name.
I need you.... god, I need you, I will always need you.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 10:30 PM UTC
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you so much it hurts
And every bone in my body wants to tell you just how much I miss you
My brain is spinning in circles
I find myself
Hiding in the holes that were your home in my heart
Curled up in the places that you used to fill
I miss you so much that it’s hard to breathe
And I begin to think that the word “miss” can’t fathom the depth of longing and heartache that I feel
I don’t believe that, that simple word begins to encompass the pain the plagues me in my every moments
I see you in everything *
I feel you in everything
I hear you in everything
Laughing in moments you would’ve enjoyed
Giggling contagiously as I recounted stories to you
I am torn between the pull that desires so deeply to run to you
Wonderful
Great
Incredible
You
And then the cold bitterness caused by the betrayal that you so easily allowed
Reminds me that I am to remain strong and never allow you to be apart of me again
But,
Oh how I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
Dear god how I miss you!
But you
You hurt me so that I would rather deal with the pain and emptiness that remains in the remembrance of you
This loneliness that I feel even when I’m surrounded by people
Can’t even begin to compare to the torture of knowing that
No matter how much I love you
You’ll only ever hurt me
Over
And over
And over
Again
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
Two half minds
One that shines,
Contagiously calm and placid all the time
Surreptitiously serene,
Always natural, fluttering and sprightly dancing,
To the tunes of melodious concurrences
Doesn’t understand anger or any defeatist feelings.
The other half, not so easy going.
Can act rashly all the time.
Selfish to the core,
Spew hatred and venom, owned all the ill’s reservoir.
The devils are here,
Negativity is vast and petty thoughts everywhere.
Does the wicked know why it act this way?
There’s no truth in him, for he is cruel and a dejected ennui
No one can apprehend his anguishes,
For all the books are written by God’s allies.
Cast away, putrefied in the underworld,
The devil learned the hard way.
The two half minds, are not dual anymore.
They have become whole again.
Not completely angelic nor always have demonic vibes.
For whole is everything,
The darkest desires, the inner sufferings
The Utopian splendors and the heavens colliding
To form what complete us.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 6:32 AM UTC
The distinctive crack of shifting ice
echos in fearful ears
and time seems to stand still.
A graceful dark mass nears
then stills as much as you.
Eyes follow the near invisible crack
that zig zags its danger
to shift weight would be insane.
Lock eyes with the shadow stranger
are they there to help you?
The cracking ice sound silenced
the song of warming nature
and nothing could be heard.
The shadow lacks temperature
and you've always lacked patience.
There's water pooling from warmth
walking on ice in such weather
is a poor decision at best.
A shadow weighs less than a feather
while you weigh like many rocks.
Waiting for night to freeze again
is too long of a tempestuous wait
so slide your feet and your mass.
The shadow watches you aggravate
the ice so much that it breaks.
The ice breaks more as you struggle
but you were too far out
the nature remains silent.
The shadow lingers as you shout
and even after the sounds stop.
Time passes and the silence leaves
nature's voices echo contagiously
the lingering shadow hovers.
It reaches for the water shamelessly
pulling at the tragedy so patiently.
And out it pulls a shadow
of who you used to be.
Both float away from the ice
and dissipate in the trees.
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 4:43 PM UTC
There was a time when hope felt as if it were some uplifting lie,
One where to just survive,
As if it’s just that something we use to get by,
Roaming through life,
Demanding for the glimmer of the glimpse of that smile,
From a stranger or a face that’s been endlessly longed,
If not, just words spoken from honest love of the one you’d search the universe for.
Hope can inspire and deplete the strongest of wills,
However, hope isn’t just the bringing of an event in life in that we crave to be,
Even though society, the followers of traditions that the pure of souls, secretly choose to rebel.
even us, our own delusions of being undeserving of what we desire,
can leave us believing that hope is nothing but a figment of our imagination,
if not, just our own minds playing tricks,
I feel there is a secret to this deceiving, yet contagiously beautiful belief.
Without hope, there is no fight,
no rights, wrongs, or life.
There is just, stillness of thoughts that consume us and steal time.
There must be a choice, I feel then,
One gives us life, the other takes,
Hope may sometimes feel like is lessens us, takes us to a place where we feel nothing, but hopeless,
Yet, hope?
Quite the opposite.
Hope gives you humanity,
even as cruel as a place it can be,
not always what you intend,
like many of us have realized and learned,
You, though,
Have in your hands not just the world,
but an undying, lasting, unconditional love of a pinky promise,
one made between two hearts,
To always try and be what one another needs,
That will always stay,
something that can’t be taken away,
unless you were to say,
For as long as you keep the link,
on the days you lose hope,
Then, mine yours will be.
Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 11:28 AM UTC