"contently" poems
In the wayward’s of a Wiccan
do no harm (those who’ve paid heed)
Ye old religion doth fright some
believing charms hold ***** deeds
Familiar’s rest contently by
Ye pentagram untangling lives
within ye coven “their” demise
will make all “those who’ve paid” view twice
“Peace is free, peace is free
Invoke thee, invoke thee
Evil doers now flee, now flee
far, far away from thee”
Sodium sears without ye knowledge
invade homesteads if you dare
but if evil hath been among you
tis your soul that will be bared”
Ye old religion doth fright some
believing charms hold ***** deeds
In the wayward’s of a Wiccan
do no harm (those who’ve paid heed)
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 6:49 PM UTC
Running through ancient Appalachia
Frolicking without a care
She had never felt more joy-
Never felt less aware.
As they followed the waterfall trail,
There was no time to spare-
Time was irrelevant,
As they were breathing in clean air.
Treetops swirling into one another,
Breeze slow and soft,
Sweeping salty tears off of her cheek-
They were lost.
Lost in their own minds,
Nothing left to exhaust.
Inspiration was the mountain peak-
Floral scents aloft.
Driving in a spiral
Down the rugged cracked road-
They pulled off to the side,
Anxieties and heart rates slowed.
There they found two cement half-
Pipes peering over the mountain side
They climbed down, sat in their grasps-
Contently contemplating their lives.
She turned to her love
To ask what he was doing.
He said “writing down ideas”
There, she saw her fate.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
The Dream-house isn't the same and Barbie doesn't wanna play anymore.
Barbie wears a painted smile but her heart is so sore.
Oh, Ken's just on vacation.
But Barbie is home contemplatin'.
Sweet Barbie, how could Ken do this to you? After all you two have been through.
Barbie, you must make Ken pay.
Ken must see the wrong of his ways.
Just wait til Ken gets home.
He'll regret all those times he didn't pick up the phone.
It's a new day in the Dream-house and Barbie can see Ken from the window.
There's a hatred in Barbie's bright eyes, but poor Ken doesn't know.
Barbie greets Ken with a hug and a kiss.
Ken said "glad to be back", but Barbie knew it wasn't her that he missed.
"Of course...so how was your trip?'', Barbie asked.
Barbie waited for his lie while she poured him a glass.
Ken explained, "Oh, it was great".
Barbie already knew what was up and Ken should be afraid.
Barbie handed Ken his glass before calling out his major slip.
Barbie stared contently while waiting for his first sip.
"You know Ken, you should always close your email", Barbie sighed.
Ken almost choked and his eyes got wide.
The jig was up and Ken couldn't hide.
Barbie began to laugh and even cry.
Ken's vision started to fade and h hit the floor. Barbie walked over dying Ken towards the door. Oh, don't believe what they say about life in plastic.
Barbie could tell you, it's not always fantastic.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
the curtain has risen,
and miniscule snow flakes,
make their appearance,
darting to and fro across the sky-
their stage.
they quickly find partners-
one bows, the other curtsies.
and they begin to dance
twirling and spinning,
weaving stories with every move.
they dance a breathtaking ballet,
an astounding performance.
at the end of each snowflake's performance,
they sprinkle the world around them,
making the atmosphere light
as the lawns turn white.
inside a cozy house,
one filled with the spirit of the holidays,
two people sit at a windowsill
on the second floor.
they watch contently,
at the beauty just outside their window.
the two people-
a content boy and a wistful girl,
are wearing slight smiles,
as they enjoy the bliss of winter
and each other.
fingers interlaced,
with shoulders touching,
the boy plants a kiss on
the girl's forehead.
and they get lost in the moment,
watching the ballet
together.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
If I were to mindlessly meander the streets
That you told me were all in my thalamus, I
Would find the edge of Earth, devastated
And barren. Then I would contently sit on the
Brim and toss broken asphalt into the somber
Chasm and listen for echoes that remain absent.
I would welcome the silence into my
Lonesome and say, “Thank you for
Reminding me that this is all my imagination.”
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
For now there is only ocean
And skies
The possessing blue expanse of it all
One beautiful unending sameness
Contently captivated.
Tomorrow sitting on the horizon
Swallowed by the sunset
Yesterday a world away
For now there is only stars
And this body entirely
Dipping and weaving her way
Through darkness unguided
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
In a life constantly moving there are only so many perfect moments. The pale blue sky holds the remorse of every soul ever with drawn from our everyday life and it’s the moment that the sun and the moon lay distant from each other, yet still apart of the same sky, neither light nor dark but a symphony of an in between that we are just for a second able to witness the soft song that the wind blows, holding within it the memories of words. If I were able to witness a perfect moment in our busy lives I would pick this one, the one where I am able to feel your heart beat and your relaxed breath. It is that I am able to sit so contently in your arms, as if the moon and the sun and all the planets aligned creating a lasting moment of euphoria it is that I am able to gaze upon your face and see another galaxy, and know with the deepest part of my heart that you are all I’ve ever wanted and so much more.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
Pieces of paranoia
Placed properly,
in parts of my brain
We're all the same
Noises ,are noted as loud
Not , nothing or quiet ;
Like a race car
Driving on a highway
You can't act calm
Nor contently
Mostly on crack ,
You're crazy
It's an escape from events
And/or our ethnicity
To be or not to be just
Another soul
It's bonkers our minds ,
Blasts , such wild
Imagination beyond our
World
A plant so potent
Rich in poison
It breaks away
The pain
Masks the broken
And enhances the
Spoken
We're all the same.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC
A glowing ember I once was
Now all I feel as if I all I do is sit upon the colour blue, wetted by dissipating champagne fizz whilst being kept afloat by curved cold glass
The bottom of the bath is scaled with confusion and differently shaped stresses
An unquenchable vanity lies within
The clumps of gold leaf I dust my cereal with has blocked up my veins
When I think about kissing you my brain floods with the taste of the reddest, sweetest cherries, only within this act the most vivid aspect of my mind is lit up as if it were a neon light display
Only within the flow of this electric current I am gloriously and contently happy
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
She stands there like a goddess in the myst
Truth is she's the goddess and the myst
Every single plot twist
Every vengeful fist
She is the all encompassing mother of creation
The source of all of your frustration
The train station, police man, "late-ing"
She's the one who tells you
Stop waiting.
And come find me.
I am everywhere but will you ever see all of me?
The Man gazes contently at Her everlasting beauty
He wonders if, truly, he will find every piece
But alas, it matters not - she's him, he's her
Infinity is nothing
Without a conscious observer.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
My sleep is healing and renewing.
Slumbering contently,
I am wrapped, in peaceful comfort
and divine safety.
Every part of my being....
is rejuvenating and preparing me,
for the glorious,
new day.
Oct 23, 2023
Oct 23, 2023 at 10:30 PM UTC
I like em slinky, two drinks deep
long drawn legs, golden shine, cheeks blush pink
I like em mean with a grin and sharp white teeth
they make it too hot, too hot to sleep
five-ten, buck-ten, too thin
gold flips, french tips, sunny skin
this ride, this rush, I’ve been, let’s go again
straight up, shut up, just dance, don't speak
stuck up, mean girls, no tab, pay for their drinks
I love em spoiled, pampered like they aught to be
I like em cocky, don't want you if you got time for me
just ignore me and be pretty
faces in MAC makeup cases
they’re always too fast no matter what the pace is
thin in slim cuts they never walk they don't stroll, they strut
coming down a runway unstoppable, all legs and ****
slide through the room, make it known they cut
they don't make love but they love to, love to ****
hammered sideways and still drinkin
I’d like to do to you two times everything you’re thinking
five-ten, buck ten, too thin
long gold legs,
too hot, too hot they make it too hot to stay in
no job, rich snob, eye candy
trophy chick, too quick, and you can be
in the thick of it if you watch carefully
drive em crazy if you drive a Maserati
they don’t want to be real people they just want to be pretty
perfect
it’s spit flattery and they listen contently
the only things that need clarity clearly are these three
one, you gotta understand that you and me don’t make “we”
two, you gotta want em but you can never be as good as they can be
three, it’s over when they’re over you instantly
cut jeans with holes, brass poles, no holds, lets go, delight me
honestly i don't give a **** if you really like me
I love em trim
wearing very little other than a grin, I like skin
I hope it’s twins, let me see the kinda trouble I’m in
face down *** up
tone **** hard **** on top, loud buck
that's the way we like to ****
five ten, buck-ten, too thin
gold flips, french tips, hard tummy, sunny skin
this ride, this rush, I’ve been
I wanna go again
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 1:10 PM UTC
Submissive shadows of the night flee like frightened children
As the sun rears it's incandescent face to kiss that of the earth's.
A quiet dew rests contently in it's grassy green crib
And it does not stir.
The birds have since congregated
To wake the earth with their sweet songs of worship
Poo-tee-weet!
So the sun and the earth meet and make love
as passionately and as curiously as when time began
oblivious to the ever-envious stars
that they chase away.
Good Morning.
It's broken, so they say.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
I signed the DNR form
And steeled myself
As if this cancer were a battle I could fight with my fists
I felt like a man
Standing before the open mouth of a cave marked midnight
Like grimaced teeth and the desire for life were enough
To withstand the fire the chemo caused my skin
It made my skin crawl some nights
I was sure I would wake just bone
Until I looked just bone
Like an ill fitting skin sheet
Draped over a science project
And enough voice to remind whoever heard me
That I was somehow still human
I felt like a man
Who could do this alone or die trying
That if I were given a scalpel
I could cut this out of me
Pull out whatever caused this
It would look like a gnarled black ball
Humming contently
Like lip shushed fingertips
Begging for silence
I chewed on my pillow
Until my jaw taught me to sleep
I felt like a man
At the end of a road
Who finally realized
The difference between battles you fight with your fists
And battles you fight with caves marked midnight
And battles you fight in a sweat drenched hospital bed
That smells like bleach
And makes you miss home
Battles that remind you
No matter what sort of man you feel like
There is always something
That can make you feel like a child
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 7:44 AM UTC
On a firefly lit night, the clouds a quiet grey
Plants blowing from the wind of an ending day
With the calming darkness of an eternal evening
Lit by the fireflies from late May
Dancing flames flutter above the field below
Little stars on the ground shine with their glow
And we'd catch these stars in our little hands
We'd admire their beauty, then let them go
There was a faint warmth that lingered on our skin
And a smile that made us dizzy, like a never-ending spin
You could smell the flowers from a distance away
Then wonder if this is where you should've always been
With laughter circling all around
With a light in the night near the darkened ground
With a heart racing from exhilarating excitement
With the despair of a dream that'll never come back 'round
The clouds, now less loud, are not shaken by a shout cheerful and wild
And now the old flower, whether rose or sunflower, are now not contently watching a child
An ember, thought to last forever, burned down to an ash
A memory, thought to last forever, disappeared in a flash
The fireflies still glide with their pride above the darkened ground
In their flight, lighting up the night, a night now with no sound
A memory, gold and bold, that we didn't know we made
In the wear and tear of life was sure to fade
It's fragile beauty danced up and down the trees
Moonlit night clouds with a serene breeze
Though that day may seem like it could go forever on
Our perpetual dreams are now perpetually long gone
Time seemed to move slowly, yet it was only going faster
As I held in my hands the bright petals of a radiant purple aster
If not for those fireflies, we would not be able to see
How this late evening in May would be stuck with us eternally
If we could go back one more time
Back to the night of the firefly's shine
If we could go back to that golden night
Then that would be the most wondrous sight
Though we were all there as kids, just to play
We have no more need to go back or stay
If I returned there, like we had always swore
There would be no one there anymore
Firefly lit nights seemed to last forever on that late evening in May
But like the firefly's dimming light, not even time was there to stay.
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 3:41 PM UTC
I wonder,
If this is all just a waste of time or a lesson in progress.
I can't quite decide how I want to interpret this situation yet.
It seems so fragile to me.
To my heart.
No one else but to me, does it matter.
Maybe that's the thing of it...
It's not suppose to matter to anyone else.
Are we all just destined to really travel this life alone?
In a sense.
Because that just breaks me a little to think we are.
Coming from a heart guarded person.
Doubt, vulnerability,
These things scare me.
But not enough to not try, to overcome them.
Standing tall and strong on an independent pedestal is fine.
It really is.
To enjoy life solo and free is a wonderful experience.
But then sometimes...
You want to share the journey with someone.
Laugh with someone, smile with someone.
Hold someone.
It's just not something we can plan for.
We can't map out exactly when and where and who we'll be drawn toward.
We can't expect the unexpected, when we're not expecting anything to begin with.
And isn't that the thing of it.
I never expected.
Dropped into something when I wasn't looking.
Tricked myself right on through a maze of emotion.
And now the plan, the way I was contently leading on
Has been affected by the unexpected.
And I'm not sure what to do.
Or not do.
See...fragile.
The snow globe that was my life has been shaken,
And all around me falls uncertainty of the heart.
I was fine with waiting until it happened naturally.
Not being alone anymore.
Finding someone who just...
Fits.
But I guess what I had been doing was expecting.
Expecting to not expect anything.
And now there's this place.
This situation that I can't really determine.
If it's a waste of time,
Or a blessing in progress.
© NDHK
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 5:07 AM UTC
I don’t know where the right place is
But if you ever found it
That’s where my heart would be
Pumpin’ contently
Good intentions lookin’ like veins
Stackin’ up like a spiral train track headin’ up and out
It’s the only way they grow
Up and out
Like weeds
They grow from anywhere
I had a friend who’s car was so messy weeds were growin’ in his back seat
Love is synonymous with the way weeds grow
Makes me thankful for the fissures in the foundation that holds me
On days where the money runs out
And I can’t even keep my own head above water
On days where I collapse into the fault lines I’ve made for myself
There’s still love in there
I know I’m not perfect
But the intentions bleedin’ out from the cracks in my skin
Are beggin’ for forgiveness
Like it was all that I ever wanted
I hate the fact that I push people away
And I hate the fact that I can get so obnoxious
That even my laugh sounds like thunder
beggin’ ya to punch me in the face
Go ahead and stop lovin’ me if you have to
Just know
If you ever found the right place
Maybe stumbled upon it like a hole in the ground
That you somehow missed
My heart would be in there
Good intentions
Workin’ up like weeds
Beggin’ you to love me
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 12:02 AM UTC
Sitting in the class...
The sterile, white, quiet, blank classroom...
Somehow it reminds me of home...
The wind;
It blows through the grass transforming it into an endless green sea...
The slow herds of sheep;
They bleat contently grazing and playing, care free under the watchful eyes of their Shepherd...
The river;
It flows through the valley, winding, turning, writhing like a snake, stalking an unsuspecting prey...
The roofs of the small houses;
They pepper the hillside like the ants, who crawl up their dirt mound and disappear into their underground home.
I lay back in the tall grass that hides me from the rest of world,
And it's just me and the never-ending sky...
Until the call for next class. My mind races back to me, I take a deep breath, and sigh,
Home...
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
Seeing everything around he smiles contently.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC
every morning i imagine waking up someplace different-
to be surrounded by the clatter of early morning traffic and blatant conversations,
and to sip coffee from my favorite mug while sitting on a kitchen counter contently breathing in adulterated air
and simply existing
i am in so much pain.
t.b.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
Kozarev, thou remindeth me of the other one: thy innocence is just as such authenticity that never decays! Thy simplicity, yes-and oft'times omens of languidity, art indeed genuine! O, thy purity which bears no sin! Twists of daring passion that art so listed in thy eyes-brief and witty, yet calming but never at rest. My another, that disheartening past love back then, in the course of many a year ago-is now but a tiny flickering shadow of battered raindrops that I canst only sing of. Like a handful of worn-out ashes, his fatigue is of no more profoundness to me, and shalt it never findeth any further way to my heart. How he turned me-and my confident passion, down! Abrupt kisses as we had, and ah!-light strokes on my hair-all wert terrific, yes, t'ey wert, in th' first place-but suddenly over! But thou, indolent as thou art-docile and hysterical in some lyrical ways-thy soul is but the forest of an unknown world; what a jolly secret cave! Bathed in crisp mystery, engulfed in shallow pathos; a lump of love, young torpor-yet haunting and irredeemable felicity. Untouched as thou art, like a wordless, newborn infant-whose feet art contently groping in soulless darkness-until thou findeth the smiling light itself! O, be it me-be it me, my dear! Thou art but to me a glimpse of wrathless haze; rolling and dancing about as thou always art-in'a sheepish, childish maze.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 5:30 AM UTC
In the depth of your eyes
I see the brown of an exhausted river
that once proudly filled its banks
I hear fishermen songs
as they sail contently
and I ask their ghosts
How do you sail back to your lovers
on the shores of a dried river?
A tear blossoms ...
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 7:55 AM UTC
Butterflies kept inside my chest
I'll save them for a less than sunny day.
tucked inside my bed where I lay.
the winged creatures inside me at bay
flipping and flying contently at play.
they move from my chest far
to my brain where they stay,
My mind starts to wander,
these insects are incessant theyre my constant thoughts.
disguised as beautiful winged creatures, but most are not.
my dark thoughts are moths to be swatted away,
some have bright wings.
the beautiful ones just don't seem to stay.
This hidden part of me,
can be quite gray.
I try to drown all my monsters,
Like when Noah built the ark.
Sail away with my beautiful creatures.
The moths swimming like basking sharks.
These are unseen by many
and observed by few.
I gain a moth, and lose a monarch
Every time they're met by someone new,
Or my broken heart.
But who's to say there's no beauty in something dark.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
Burgundy tassels sway in June water
Resting among chartreuse vegetation.
Ebbing with the current, a crustacean
Advances to pinch tanned toes. My daughter
Thinks nothing of it as she contently
Hovers among the playful fish kissing
Each passion-fruit patch of sundress, baring
Delicate flesh beneath. She was lovely
And mine. Seven years have passed, yet her voice
Resonates in my memories, enshrined.
“Let’s go swimming, Daddy.” Love as my vice,
I gave in. The ocean, blue as star-lined
Nights, beckoned her closer, starfish snuggly
Grabbed her, an infinite bride of the sea.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC