"copywrite" poems
Injustice!
Posted by Olivia Kent on June 4, 2013 at 3:11pm
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Suffer not thy children,
In a waiter service world of injustice,
Nothingness in a world of tragic poverty,
In a drizzle of tears,
The children drown
Emaciated children,
Not smiling as they die,
In world of war-craft,
Dying,
A little more each day,
Not smiling as they should,
Punished,
Living in a punitive world of cruelty,
Where craft of war is rife,
Screams,
Imagined in heads of strangers,
Insanity,
Piercing with horror,
Ears sickened,
By violent imagery envisaged,
Emaciated child,
*** bellied,
Gaunt,
Virtually lifeless,
Dead before death,
Snatches,
Life blood vanished,
Without request!
There is no youthful exuberance on this face,
Overjoyed,
Delighted,
I don't live in this place!
Copywrite Livvi Kent 04/06/2013
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
I become more erudite at night.
I feel a sprite within me ignite words,
by candlelight I feel the old masters lift their quills,
place nib in ink and nib to paper.
I invite their words and imagery to suffuse me,
use me in this modern world.
Make new what once was old.
Where nib would glide I touch my screen,
watch avidly as sentences appear,
magic symbols transformed to meaning,
like runic stones of old, or bones thrown for reading.
My words by candlelight enfold and embrace me,
in the knowing language of the poets, bards and storytellers.
Tonight, I delight at my copywrite scribed by candlelight.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Today I wanted to buy the copyright to the process of hallelujah
******* in joy the same way whales eat krill
You just bottle it up inside your lungs until you have enough
Inside my fridge I have vacuum sealed jars of hallelujah
There’s nothing religious about that
Jars labeled things like
Loss of virginity
Rob lived this time
The homework is complete
Hallelujah
It’s the same way prayer works
Backwards
Pulling bits of god like an inhale
I want to hyperventilate on your hallelujah
Like a gospel choir on speed
It collects
Over time
For instance
It was maybe a month in to sleeping at Delia’s and Toffer’s house
Before I realized
I didn’t have to sleep in my car anymore
You go into the bathroom to **** and realize
Hallelujah
A jar labeled
Found a Home for now
I know science can do this
For the sake of all that is a monument to a single life
So that on your death bed, or at your funeral
Everyone there can hold a jar
Cold and warm at the same time
Vibrating in their palms
In violent joy
Like mozzletoff cocktails
They are thrown
And when they shatter there is a song
That has been collecting for years
The same word in different tonal joys
Your life
Every good moment
Hallelujah
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
The Question
It happened again..a throw away question really these days ...
What Path is yours?
At once the rote rose in my throat ....
Witch Wiccan Solitary Electic and I stopped .. dead
Its true I am all these things and more to be sure:
I chose ...
Wicca because I am tied to the beliefs the ebb and flow rebirth and renewal
Witch because the practice makes my heart fly and soul dance every scent , stone and candle
Solitary because even though I have found so many Sisters and Brothers on my way
I have no stomach or strength for politics.
Electic..ah well here my problem lay
I love the freedom choice does bring
ButI am also a teacher...
I love the A B C's and 1 2 3's I love to do an intricate ritual from begining to end and feel the soft touch of the past as each step taken I understand that this dance has been stepped before decades past
It brings me great joy and comfort to know the dance I dance and the Names I use have been on the sweet breath of those who have gone before me.
So Tradition has a part on my Path after all ....:)
So who am I
I am Air and Earth Fire and Water
I am Past and Future
I am Mother and Babe
I am New and I am Aged beyond all Time
Come Join me in the Dance of the Circle
Teach me your Ways and I will share mine
Together we will Honour our sweet Lady with our gifts and talents
and we will know Joy in the Journey
I am
Solita Shadoewalker
These are my Words and this is my Way
@Copywrite-2006
Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 11:49 AM UTC
Lady of dance so eloquent, Flamenco born from her wombs' true intent,
Castanets clatter, as tambourine rattles,
with excitement, accrued within whirls,
she prances and dances within circles, all flashing,
to reach her prince charming, was truly so dashing, her hair rolled up in a tight fitting bun,
As she swirled up to reach her finale, twas said,
she was here no longer, she was truly dead,
she deceased many years, hence past,
For every so often her vengeance she cast,
Prince so vain, found another sweet lover,
left her alone with her pain,
left her mark on the spot,
where her true love stopped,
Gave her no attention,
well too little to mention,
took her life with such a harsh knot,
when the moon is bright, on one sorrowful night,
She'd appear to dance for the crowds,
The watchers looked on, not terrified, by the sight of the tragic flamenco bride!
Copywrite, Olivia Kent 24/03/2013.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
A room full of possibility
Hopes and dreams
my heart light as a feather
Rainbow cacophonies of my soul
But the colors only dance in my Dreams,
for my heart feels dark and laden with stone
Like a photograph,
so remiss of light
As I yearn with my whole self
and somehow… more
Picturing your sweet face ,
the warmth of your being
Yet here in the harsh light of truth
the door remains closed
Too hard to bare the empty promises
the ache I bare in my heart
I could fill an ocean with the tears
I have cried, begging for you
My heart yearns to lull you to sleep
To gaze into your perfect eyes
Mother and baby connected before
Being
The door lurks in the background
Does the door unlock, all my Dreams?
Or maybe…
It’s just .. another … room
Copywrite 2022
Kelly
All Rights Reserved
Jan 25, 2022
Jan 25, 2022 at 9:08 PM UTC
Joe Mole, Marnhull Danny
1974
His eyes were luminous steel blue, alive
with twinkling shards of mischievous fun.
His face, a weathered map of his long life:
brown and crumpled, carved by clean air and sun.
A grubby khaki flat-cap, jauntily askew,
bedraggled grey-green ancient jacket
secured with hairy binder-twine (calves too),
brown dungarees, muddy boots and thumb-stick.
His gruesome work was in grazing meadows
under attack from an invasion beneath
of unwelcome little furry fellows
destined to perish between steel-sprung teeth.
Tiny corpses hung in a row (job done)
on barbed wire like Joe met at Verdun.
A Danny was the name given to any man from the village of Marnhull in Dorset. The word was in common use locally during the 1970’s but is now rarely heard.
14 lines
(FBRSO)
Copywrite: Craig Andrew White,Author, July 2011.
Jul 12, 2011
Jul 12, 2011 at 2:41 PM UTC
let me be original
let me show the world what i am made of.
I was told living
was all about not becoming
some print out that came out
of the copy machine
but some limited adittion
with a copywrite stamp
on the backside.
my brain is not some archetype
for you to fill the spaces of.
i'm not some idea bank you can
go to and pick out of when you're feeling
ų̠̈̔ n͍̈̇͜ i̘̺̐̅ n̗̜̽̓ s̼̜͠͠ p͎̱͂͆ ĭ̼̠̋ ȓ̺͕̕ e̢͙͐̎ d͎̯̀͐
i do not crave for fads but indivduality
that you destroy within the hours of release;
not even letting the *** simmer before
you douse it in flames.
my innovation nothing but a trend
no one knows the origins of.
i am not some carbon copy
so stop making me into one
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
How many hearts will die tonight
from the hurt you threw around
don't you care for others pain,
in the darkness which cannot see ...
Our fire consumed for a while
it evaded our hearts and made us smile
now tears well up, because I just don't know
friendship is vacant for me, I cry ...
Dear old man, i heard your stories
more than once, tell me, yes tell me
why you make me cry, your lies are building
you are hate, you wrote yourself to death for a while...
Because nothing ever goes as planned
your cold hard heart that incurs the indignity
of everyone that knows, how you are letting go
your life, and love, for nothing but greed and no smile ...
Debbie Brooks 2014 @copywrite..
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
A body in full glory stands before him.
Perpendicular in patent black shiny shoes, skirt hugging her truest form!
Her eyes wide and sultry stare deep into his persona.
Finding, vibrant body heat!
A tigress on a hungry prowl.
She strokes her lips meaningfully with her sandpaper tongue!
She has patterns of her own.
Talons painted scarlet, remnants of her last victim!
She wants to seize and devour him.....
To chew on his his bone is her lust!
She desperately needs to eat....
Her tongue starts to trickle in jest....
Daring him to play!
She entraps him in his world of fantasy,
He is tempted....so tempted,
He needs to be fed, has desires of his own......
No fight in him.
He succumbs to her needs!
She expresses her desires.
Gesturing him to drop before her majestic form.
Holds his head in her hands, stroking his hair gently.
Sudden dire urges on.
The gentleness has left,
His hair was yanked.
She pushes him hard onto the bed.
Craving feed more as they grapple.
He turned, trousers full of promise succumbing to her, at last!
Copyrright, Lady Livvi 06/03/2013.
He turned, trousers full of promise succumbing to her, at last!
Copywrite, Lady Livvi 06/03/2013.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
*Sorrow weeps, small happiness creeps
Remorse afloat, in my silk coat
Emptiness appears, silence leers
Fading shadow, far below
Begging forgiveness, lots of emptiness............
Cemented dreams, gone to extremes
Song of despair, not knowing I care
Tears grabbing, hands jabbing
Wisps of cries, light up the sky..............
Eyes pleading, heart bleeding
Passion is no more, try to ignore
Breath held, try to expel
Life is gone, not so brawn............
Holding lifeless, so breathless
Sobs of redemption, seize upon preemption
Full fledged devastation, marks no exemption
Temptress aching, no remaking.......
Oh Disillusion Me....*
Debbie Brooks 2014 @copywrite..
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
Mother Dear,
She sat as she rocked in her chair,
Not a gift of age,
A gift of lunacy,
Hard life she had,
Always caught by conscience sparks,
Within a memory,
Fragmented windows left shards,
Dug into her heart,
A broken life of memories past,
Where no-one knew and never asked,
What left her there,
Just passed teenage intervention,
Much too vile to mention,
The fatherless child,
Fearless,
He bought up her kids,
Now brings up his own...,
While she sits and she rocks,
Talking to the clocks,
Sadly watching her life slip away,
Before her eyes,
No more to die for,
Even less to cry for she sighs!
Copywrite Livvi Kent 22/08/2013
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC
The Power Enfolds
Its dark now and the silver light of Luna coats everything with a gilt edge
the air is cool , not yet summer warm and it softly bites my skin,
Still shy after all this time aware of the marks of time
not vanity really ... but the awareness of being a Crone now
Slowly/quickly the shush as silken robes fall to the ground with shy smiles
and giggles of proud young Sisters skyclad for the first time
Softly The Lady's Maiden calls us to the Circle
Brushed/Caste and Invited all the same as decades gone past
Hands clasped laughter replaced with solemn purpose
The drum beats to keep time the heartbeat, , , the Mothers heart
Candles shimmer drums throbs a warm breath .... She is here now ...with us
The Lady's Maiden smiles and our steps now fly
Smiles and hands now entwined ... The Power Enfolds
Voices now calling chants old and ancient beyond time
Luna's silver light enfolds, encloses and energizes
Now we dance on the drumbeats
Blue smoke sends our chants spinning high
Firelight flickers blue and orange higher now snapping crackling
Sheer white light the sheen covers the dancers
as though we were all gilded in The Lady's light
Tresses swinging braided , twisted , oiled and unbound crowns
Halos of colour and curls ... clouds of shimmering tresses
Our only cloaks floating now swinging in time
And the drum slows
and the fire dies
and at once all the dancers feel the cool night air
Soft voiced the Lady's Maiden gives our thanks and dismisses the corners
and the Circle is severed and time again begins
Quietly robes are once more worn and voices rise "Do you need a ride?"
And everyday life has resumes though the air is redolent with power
Sisters glowing with power called down, soft and gentle smiles
show that The Lady's soft touch...has blessed us all
The Maiden greets and blesses each Sister
a few quiet words and the soft touching of hands
fingers softly entwin and eyes dark with Power and Secrets
This has been a Ritual a Calling a Rejoicing Reaffirmation
And we are once more connected Sisters, Elders, Teacher, Mentors
Woman all .. Sisters all.. in The Lady's Light we are once more one
Solita Shadoewalker - 2007@Copywrite
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 3:11 PM UTC
Up and down and all through the house,
Went the scampering of a little grey mouse.
Running ‘round the corner the furry thing belched.
“Oouu” he squeaked, “I should keep those things squelched.”
For the cat can hear the drop of a pin,
But against a cat, I don’t think I could win.
And as a mouse, I much prefer cheese,
Than fuzzy cat hide and chewy cat knees.
There are stories told, (I heard from the rats),
That one can go bald if nibbling on cats.
Yet I wonder about the gas they’d create,
Could it be as bad as the dog I just ate?
Now, don’t be upset, it’s not what you think,
It was only a small Chihuahua named Tink.
I was on my way to a meeting, you see,
With a cutie girl mouse who’d been flirting with me.
When out from behind a bush Tink did pop,
I got such a fright that I let my jaw drop.
Tink stepped on my tail; I had no way to run.
Then he gave me a yank, and I thought I was done.
I’ve heard you gain ten times your strength when in fear,
So I turned ‘round and ate him, and shed not a tear!
But, like most spicy food, he gave me such gas,
I could not dare visit that cute little lass.
And that’s when you found me as I turned the bend.
Good thing I’m not hungry; this would be The End.
-Lin Cava-
copywrite
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 10:48 AM UTC
I
The phantom waltzes to an upbeat song,
softly, slowly, the fog creeps in,
and the men drown in the haze.
II
Through the clouded windows, it waits--watches
meanwhile, babies cry and their mothers sigh.
III
Names carved into marbled slates,
as the ghost sinks through the walls.
IV
In its silhouette the ghost pirhouettes
singing its siren song
dragging down those who can hear it
V
The bottles are empty,
the time has passed.
Luminous moon guards over the night
VI
The poltergeist cackles,
as the moon can protect no one.
They are infected with mercy.
VII
Fog trails closely behind the figure,
through the broken, battered buildings.
VIII
The city is dead.
The phantom smirks.
IX
The ghost lingers
and passes through the alleyways,
the fog dances after--following in time.
X
Night time passes in silence,
except for the ghost, singing its sad song
and there is--nothing--but death.
copywrite Shanna Howse 2012
so, I studied modernist poems in class, so I used this. My teacher didn't like that I didn't include my symbol in every stanza, so I decided to throw the original up here.
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 9:19 PM UTC
I was so busy , so involved
polishing and shining all my troubles trespasses and faults
polishing them with my thoughts pulling them through my mind
shining them with endless repetition till it is rote
coddling them to my heart
Woe is me.. an ancient call of victims everywhere
And She laughed a glorious silver cascade that began in a soft chuckle and the scent of lilies
And I was offended
Who had dared to make fun of me?
Who would belittle my close held misery?
What could they know of my pain?
And She laughed ..
softly I felt the warm embrace that is my Lady
Child ..What is this?
Tell me why you collect these woes What pleasure can it bring?
But Lady..if I don't keep them polished and true how will anyone know?
And She laughed,
Exactly, My child
and She threw my carefully polished stones into the air and the scent of Lilly's rained down.
And She laughed...and I laughed
Solitaire - 2007@copywrite
Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 5:10 PM UTC
I am in the moment
a moment of time
a creative light of being
with a fast achieving love
taking nothing for granted
not even the sun or stars can shine
with the hole in my heart
and the weakened soul
with a love of enchantment
a cry that claims me
one more moment of time....
Debbie Brooks 2014 - @ copywrite
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
I was so busy , so involved
polishing and shining all my troubles trespasses and faults
polishing them with my thoughts pulling them through my mind
shining them with endless repetition till it is rote
coddling them to my heart
Woe is me.. an ancient call of victims everywhere
And She laughed a glorious silver cascade that began in a soft chuckle and the scent of lilies
And I was offended
Who had dared to make fun of me?
Who would belittle my close held misery?
What could they know of my pain?
And She laughed ..
softly I felt the warm embrace that is my Lady
Child ..What is this?
Tell me why you collect these woes What pleasure can it bring?
But Lady..if I don't keep them polished and true how will anyone know?
And She laughed,
Exactly, My child
and She threw my carefully polished stones into the air and the scent of Lilly's rained down.
And She laughed...and I laughed
Solitaire - 2007@copywrite
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
I tiptoed softly as a mouse
into the room where we would lie.
Aglow, the candles lit the house;
their sizzling sighs a lullabye.
The shadows waltzed a mourning song,
in grieving pain you moaned along.
The daunting ache I feel inside,
as painful as a lost goodbye.
I kissed your head but cringed and cried,
so haunted by your sleeping sigh.
Transparent hands caress your skin,
convulsing with regret for sin.
My longing echoes through the halls,
like wailing whispers of the wind.
Your crying paints the weathered walls,
my hollowed body, all but skinned.
Confined by mine own selfish choice,
I wish I'd listened to your voice.
From where I stand and there you sleep,
I cannot cross to hold you close.
You beckon to me as I weep,
restrained by grief; a heavy dose.
But darling, when you heard the knell
you were the heaven in my hell.
copywrite Shanna Howse and Emily Krol, 2012
May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 12:41 PM UTC
Released!
Broken free from demon's grip,
Hell's embers burned unholy feet,
Queen of darkness entered easy,
She was such cute fool,
Tripping was his treat,
Not sweet!
Archetypal archangel came and snatched her,
Before she was in too deep,
Angel wiped her tears away,
As she began to weep,
He truly knew the right path,
When he edged her keenly on,
A mortal soul her own she knew,
Touches kindness satisfied,
Her ****** heart,
Her ****** soul,
Hauled along in tow,
This phoenix,
She is rising,
True in life's supremacy,
Subversive in it's summary,
That she will reveal me!
Copywrite Livvi Kent 26/05/2013
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
The time was young
To me so dear a time
Holding on to you
and my many maybe’s of tomorrows ...
A time when maybe just maybe
The abuse would stop ...
One day I knew I would escape
One day I knew the tears would stop
The hurting would turn to love
Bit by bit drowning in misery ...
He would come at night
Corner her... ...whisper death shall come to you
You speak a word
You will be no more ...
The hurt she endured
Waiting for the rescue
That never came
The sorrow of life
To follow her as the years went by ...
The sun would shine
She would run
To and fro
Looking for the love
Of long ago
That never came ...
Many years went by
Life’s destroyed
Hurts marred to the soul
Crying never ended
Hard heart seem to live free
There was no ease from the deep
Of the forgotten world
Of yesteryear's ...
Pain should have been love
Sorrow turned to laughter
But the darkness seeped in
Destroying the kisses...
The moments of tomorrows to come
Maybe one more day will not be blocked
This is my life as I knew it ...
For this is the last day of my life
As I knew it ....not any more ...
Sorrow and hurt can destroy one's soul.. Darkness can seep in.. Guard your hearts my friends.
By Debbie Brooks 2014 @copywrite.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
Everyone trying to explain
I try but can i afford to?
Leaving for good , in ink
Wait a minute
Is this even legal?
Money baths
Coke plates
Romance
From royalties?
Surroundings
Heroes , ******
Introscopics
All the same
Saying-fucking
I love you.
I know what it lookslike
Cliches and cheap flowers
Conversations gone cold
Some of you haven't met
I just wanted something
That was meant to happen
Everything pure gets ****** in
The end
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC
Insatiable (Adult Piece)
Insatiable , a poem by me....Adult content!!!!!!!!!!
Drop to my knees,
My mouth in need of feeding,
At first tenderly,
Softly,
I lick you with tongue of soft lace,
Trembling feelings,
Sparkling in the morning sunlight!
My mouth is warm, with newly consumed coffee from my all consuming loving cup!
The coffee enhances your rapture,
My chasm of joy,
Wraps you in the throes of heaven's ecstasy,!
You cry kinda discreetly,
You want no one to hear me giving you pleasure,
I **** my tongue deeply inserted!
Luscious lips impetuous trying hard to satisfy!
You need what I need, to feel vibrant,
Alive once more,
The sun hits the sky,
Your body ablaze ,
You hold on till the last second, before explosion from the life giving lava erupts,
I swallow, you rest,
Relieved at last!
Copywrite Livvi Kent 28/03/2013
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 5:57 AM UTC
In a subtle silent flight of symmetry dancing,
Carried through the air,
Flighty swirling in fanciful ballet steps,
Dusted wings must remain untouched,
Human handshake will **** the blessed butterfly,
As she maybe flutters by,
The Psyche of the butterfly,
Her heart, her soul combined,
When she met Eros, became afraid that her night time husband may be an ugly monster,
As in legend so mentioned Psyche had three lovely sisters,
Sisters coerced her to breach his trust,
For him,
To stay in darkness was a must,
A revelation for she did discover that her husband was a luscious lover,
In gorgeous form,
Blessed with wings,
She woke him from his dark night sleep,
As breach of trust by curiosity,
He took of her his leave,
Flew off into the night,
Left forever by her beautiful butterfly!
Copywrite, Olivia Kent 10/07/2013
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 4:55 PM UTC
Love me, touch me, enrich me with reptilian tongue so lithe,
**** the tips of my fingertips, so rich,
**** them til they're dry, so I fry with fire of desire,
So I fry and i feel, utterly, totally truly unreal!
Look into your heart for one moment in time out of many such moments....,
pathways of love not denied,
Unleash my lips, unleash my gag,
I am no longer no tongue tied!
Stroke my feet, massage them well,
Hell, that really feels so swell,
I feel your hot love, coming my way,
I can tell passion's erupted, cos you are corrupted by the smile I leave in my awakening hours...!
I bow to you darling, with all of your powers,
in awesome obedience, pure joy for hours and hours!
The loving sweet kisses ,are not hits and misses!
Such heaven I found wrapped up tight in your arms,
you sweetheart are a charm filled with such luck!
A talisman of super cool,
I flipped out for you,
cos I'm just a fool!
Copywrite, Livvi Kent 22/03/2013
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC