"creaminess" poems
"I can tell you that Dada was a leftist,
anti-bourgeois, non-Art birthed from WWI
and not some aleatory root to postmodernism
off-shot from a lurid acid rain.
I know that diffraction can be seen
on horizons in the early morning hours
of summer along smooth or dentate curvatures
and that it can have hues of blue, purple and
a soft-handed massage of orange that gingerly
applies pressure to your retinas with sugar-water.
If only eyes had lips that opened and closed.
"It is said that action is the birth of Manyness
and that non-action brings one's soul back to the Sage Mind,
the universe of Oneness, the cup longing to be fulfilled and how
upon brim overflow it longs to be empty once again
because of the relationship between Yin and Yang
and how one cannot Be without the other
and why perspective can change "full" to "empty"
so that the vicious cycle can never truly, truly end.
The difference between French Vanilla ice cream
and plain Vanilla is the degree of creaminess.
Fill up a bathtub and let it soak into my skin.
"There is no way for me to avoid being prolix about the things
I speak about in normal, day-to-day conversation. Science and reason
have accursed me to traverse this reality with the utmost care and precision
of language and society has forced pseudo-logic down my throat like
a bird screeching as it is forced past my pharynx and larynx.
Its sounds are amplified, beak-blared from my nostrils, and its wings are violent,
stretched against my neck skin, creating a pale-skinned, ship anchor image from my shoulders up.
I'll try to sing for you when you reach my trapdoor, I don't wish to eat you.
"I do not believe in anything because with everything comes a something,
a reason for its being. They are, 'from reason,' 'in reason,' and/or, 'for reason.'
There is no escaping this thought.
There is no escaping criticism.
I will find the Truth, mathematically calculated to infinity
from knowable circumstance and perception.
I will know everything and I will believe nothing."
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 9:02 AM UTC
I'm hanging out
our ***** laundry
tonight.
Sticks and stones
and broken bones.
Words actually do stain
as my whites mix with colors
and flow through the air,
pegged down to the last insult.
The best stain remover could be love.
But we've got a really
tough collection,
here tonight.
Despite the hot water wash, those
hard-to-get spots are
still there.
And my brain and heart are
being tumble-dried
the heat, the harsh words
washing out my pride.
My outs are in, my ins outside.
The world's a-tumble
As we wear the cloth down
to the last few threads.
As usual, we forgot
a good dose of softener
to make mellow
the words as they jump
from our tongues
and enter our heads.
I would save my heart
if I could save yours, too
But it's just all spinning too fast,
What on earth
Shall we do?
We'll just have to hang it up as it is.
Let the world see
that there is no perfection
Let those dulled brights
be a kind of reflection.
Perhaps next wash will be better.
We'll know by then
what to use.
Perhaps love will take over,
rekindle the blown-out fuse.
Right now I'm just gonna
curl up in this
basket. Wait for the
stormy cycles to end.
One thing's for sure.
We must clean up our act
Lest the cottons unravel
We must sew up each tear
Before our hearts start to travel
We must take care of the frayed silks and satins
the polyester
before they are beyond any repair.
Tend to those stains,
Straighten each snare.
Take my love
In a many-hued heap
Smelling of sweet soap
Warming your cheek.
A leap of faith
A dash of desire
Let's wash out the pain
Rub away all ire.
Let's have a laundry party,
Tonight.
Naked on the clean bright sheets.
Let the kisses remove
the harshest of stains
Let caresses replace the words
of pain.
The only softener we'll use
Is the creaminess of tongues.
Let the world see
Our love, tonight.
Flowing on the line
for all to perceive.
Darling, we must give just to give
And then we'll
receive.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
Show me the Milky Way
I need to taste its creaminess
Mixed with your luring sweatiness
Because I'm trapped and you're ok
When I am wide awake each night
Not able to discern reality from dream
I go to the fridge in search of whipped cream
And everything feels just alright
But then the morning comes
The sun's so bright with searing heat
Its color vermilion indeed
And then again, I'm longing for the night and stars.
Jul 14, 2022
Jul 14, 2022 at 12:47 PM UTC
How is life treating you ?
Oh me ?
I am under the process of expansion.
I am learning to not halt, to not stagnate, to go on and let everything happen.
I agree, these phrases might be sounding different. And you may be thinking, I am well happy in life, I am from a well-doing background or may be you think I haven't seen life as a mess.
It isn't so.
I have too seen many dreams crumbling right in front of my eyes. Just like you, I can't help being nervous in many situations. I have enjoyed good times and endured the tough ones. I have cried many a times and I have given myself a happy everyday.
Falling is not failing, and failing isn't quitting.
You can't always be served with the creaminess of life.
If you wish to view a beautiful sunrise every morning, you've to surely experience the calmness of night.
And tomorrow,
You'll understand why you always went undergoing these situations.
You're just a normal human, but unlike all, carrying different potentials, the commom part is, we feel, we react, we fall, we bleed, we grow, we live.
You can't filter the bad times, you've to carry this life as per your terms, just gathering knowledge and letting good vibes outshine.
Happy Day ✨
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 6:17 AM UTC
I walk into the kitchen and my adventure awaits
I get out a bowl and put in 1/2 cups of butter.
I look at the creaminess and imagine its fate,
Soon it will become a delicate structure.
Next, you sift the sugar gleaming in the light.
Looking at the two separate things in my bow,l
I mix it together and they do not fight.
They go together so easily and it fills my soul.
Across from me is the basket of eggs, clean,
brown, and round, right from my backyard.
One and two they look so pristine.
Yellow in the center and the whites as its guard.
I open my creaky cupboard and grab the vanilla
I smell it, so sweet, but I taste it, it stings.
Its what gives it that something but its a killer.
Pouring it in as I sing.
Coco, its just like the vanilla, its bitter but sweet.
It get everywhere when I pour it,
it puffs up in a cloud of a sweet treat.
So fine and soft, it fills my spirit.
Finally, to finish the sweet brown goo
you add in a bit of flour,
it keeps it all it all together and completes the brew.
And just like that, it been a hour.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
What's with you?
Have you lost the taste for my hot chocolate?
Un pisquito de miel es mi toque especial,
El que le da el colorsito que te encanta,
Y el sabor caramelito... plus a secret ingredient.
¿Si te acuerdas como te encantaba?
Developed a taste for cafe con leche.
Looks more like leche con cafe.
Bland, Blanched and Baptized,
None of the creaminess you claimed to love
About my hot, hot chocolate.
Ya no te inspiran las ventanas de mi profundo mar,
Mysteriously Deep, Intriguingly Complex,
With so much life calmly swimming underneath
My tormented surface.
Te acuerdas como te mesia dentro de mis olas fria y tibias a la vez,
Y tu feliz de embriagarte de ellas
Ahora nadas dentros de lagos azul verdozos
Aqua seafoam, algae, lagoon
A mi me parecen aguas estancadas,
Y no la calma que vez tu.
Me decias que no te gustaban las piscinas
Falsas,
Chlorinated,
Pero ya no nadas en las ventanas de mi profundo mar.
You stare into the horizon and miss the point completely.
Como es que te gusta tanto algo que es tan diferente a lo que yo te ofreci?
Quizas yo he cambiado mi forma de cocinar,
y tu tus gustos al nadar...
Quizás.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC
I’m taking a walk, on a starry night,
Enjoying the serenity of nature’s marvelous sight…
Drenched in the creaminess of the twilight view,
All things seem to be reborn, and new…
The sky is black, with patches of star white,
And the fireflies in the air make it look even more bright…
The pond shimmers, in a dark navy blue,
The frogs hopping on the water lilies forms an effervescent hue…
The soft fresh grass crumples under my feet,
And the trees sway lightly, cooling off from the day’s heat….
And a night owl twists its head all the way around,
To look at me and greet me with its hooting sound…
And the crickets chirp, grasshoppers leap,
And my mind goes into thoughts deep…
For every thing reminds me of her,
And the atmosphere around makes her feel near…
My mind is put at mental peace,
As I hear the cackle of sleepy geese…
And as I hear the fluttering of a bat’s silky wings,
My heart beats for her and sings…
A green eyed cat stares at me,
Her beauty, in those eyes reflected I see…
And as silvery glistening fish splash about,
I know im in love with her, no doubt…
And as I look at my hands, and think of hers,
A sleeping squirrel gently stirs…
My love for her, passive like the night,
So irreproachable, and elegant, it feels so right…
And though a lady bug scuttles away,
I know she will be there for me, come what may…
And I wonder where she is right now,
As I walk by a drowsy cow…
The sleepy horses whinny their agreement,
That she is indeed an angel godsent…
And as the cool breeze ruffles my hair,
I realize how much for her I care…
And everything about this night is perfect,
Only because I see her in its every aspect…
I would walk endlessly, wishing the night were forever,
For then she would never leave my mind, ever…
And as the owl flies over my head, towards the moon,
Deeper, deeper into her memories I swoon…
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 8:28 AM UTC
I breathe in song leaving silk dictation
upon his skin, converging each note in
dreams of his reality
denuding him...
absorbing him in whispered aubade's,
savoring him in fingertip forages; aching
for his touch to mould me, caress and
hold me like a paintbrush to canvas;
its bristles a tongue tasting every
curve of me
undulating...
I dance with him slowly; by our song
bodies swaying with a beggars need,
as hips and thighs whisper in wanton
heat leading us to temptation's portal
of lust
hungry...
in savored decadence a delicacy of
truffled sweet creaminess upon
tongue splayed between open thigh,
and still in song skin upon skin;
passion rides leaving us wet
and wanting
devouring...
with hungry mouths sinking beneath
our coveted desires; probing delicious
fantasies, pulsing for him to plunge
shamelessly in out wetness as we
sing our own songs of uttered sighs
and moans
our lover's ballad...sung
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
Yesterday was the christmas feast at school
And I went with a lot of wishes
And to open my heart to you.
I went in my best attire
To see you in your best
To see your hair untied
flying its softness in the x'mas air
To watch your raised eyebrow
questioning my shyness.
A wish
To be the first one to greet you
as you come to school.
To be the first one to see your smile.
To be with you while hanging the balloons.
To wipe the glitter off your nose.
A wish
to be with you when the cake
has its first slice
To splash the cake to your soft face
past your lips
when creaminess meets softness.
A wish that
you would do the same
to feel the magnet of your hand
on my desireful face
To see your laughter coming out like crystals.
A wish to be with you always
and to melt in each moment.
And I had gone with all these thoughts
only to be confronted by
the long distance between me and you
And my heart and body sprang
with high velocity
to vanish that distance.
And then my body halted
but not my heart
When I saw another pair of legs
walking to you
To see him feeling your hands
To see him walking past you
and
To see you laughing and smiling to his words.
And I was left alone on the ground
With wishes
scattered around me.
Nothing but
futile wishes..
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
A lonesome coconut cake
Sitting at the windowsill
Rich in filling ingredients
Awaiting a rich man's bill
Handful of hearts at its heart
A remedy for all proud addicts
Creaminess at its summit
Discouraging tempered restricts
NHH "Plume"
Jun 6, 2022
Jun 6, 2022 at 9:17 AM UTC
It's an old saying that to know
Whether one's love is true
You must first have a sip
Of the coffee they will serve you
The coffee, cozy and warm
The blend should be right
The sweetness not heavy
The creaminess not too light
A cup full of warmth
The perfect cup of joe
A blend to suit only you
There's more to tell you though
The old saying is incomplete
They forgot to mention
They left something out
Something that we should've known
Like coffee, love can be too hot
Singeing and scalding its way
It can also be served cold or chilled
Iced coffee isn't that bad anyway
Though it can be bitter or too sweet
You might be lucky to get the best lineup
The perfect blend of coffee served
But you're not the only one with the same cup
The entire room was swallowed
With the intoxicating scent of coffee
Found on the old wooden table
Is your mug, the same but now empty
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 10:14 AM UTC
Hot creaminess
And
Cold wilderness
Is all I'll ever need
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC