"credulous" poems
emerald, olive, viridian
oh how you perplex me
forest, jade, chartreuse
why do you tease me so
cyan, verdigris, moss
such excitement arises
to be a word
to be a meaning
is there such a thing,
to have a feeling
to see a vision,
phthalo, pine, teal
are you the same
mint, myrtle, laurel
you make me envious
to be blooming, to be healthy
to be young, to be clumsy
are you callow, how about credulous?
but such a conservationist
unquestioning, so trustful,
tenderfoot and common
the tree, the lawn, the willow
though ecological and crude
a sage in all but name
apple, spinach, pea
aren't you scrumptious,
lime, kelly, bice
are you nature, how about luck
you're pungently rotten
though with such dark beauty and hope,
love and lust ensues
you're the jolliness of balance
and the creative intelligence;
of evil, and decay of money and safety,
will you resurrect me, are you immortality?
such jealousy arises
high goals and honor
so so allusive
healing and vitality
you're calming though fast
lush spring stability,
abundant generosity,
vert vegetation; witchcraft
an aphrodisiac I hear,
are you youth or fading youth?
sunrise and life, growth and fertility
sacred ideology,
eroticized though shameful
so romantic and humble
I see the third ray
or is the the fifth ray, the third eye
are you truth, are you vision
it's becoming a science,
so much compassion
the fourth chakra, the heart,
the centre of us all
a higher consciousness
such a harmonious aura
a hunter, a nurse, a solider, an outdoorsman
villains and superstition
misfortune and prosperity
with toxicity, sickness and death,
recycle and reuse
oh so powerful
you exude auspiciousness
just a holiday
mystical fairies and spirits
though also devilish,
cancer in the stars
a renewal of paradise,
biliously tranquil
are you refreshingly soothing,
peacefully restful,
a naive novice,
very understanding,
is there truly a term for you?
what do you really convey,
countless representations
a definition of name,
or do you signify the feeling, the specimen
the aspect?
though some have no locution for you
here I am,
stepping around the issue
you are you, in any word
yet with a different meaning
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
Daan-daan, libu-libo
Daang-libo, daang-libo
Umaasang may milagro
Limandaang-libong piso
Kayamanang kinurakot
Ng pamilyang naging salot
Sa bayan kong binaluktot
Isasabog, baryang simot?
Marami ngang naniwala
Iba nama’y sakali, baka
Kapag pera ang nagwika
Sumusunod tanang dukha
Kapag baya’y maralita,
Karamiha’y mangmang pawa
Konting kiliti at banta
Utu-uto bumabaha
Dumaraming maralita
Kailangan ng kalinga
Karunungan ay biyaya
Ibahagi, ‘wag magsawa.
Kawawa ang sambayanan
Kung palaging iisahan
Ang 4Ps, pera ng bayan
Hindi ng angkang kawatan
Panloloko ay tigilan
Pandarambong ay tutulan
Diktadura ay labanan
Kabataan, mata’y buksan
Bagong bayani kaylangan
Karununga’y kalayaan.
Malalawak ang larangan
Sambayana’y paglingkuran
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC
To quote Athos from "The Three Musketeers"
"You are not a woman
You are a demon escaped from Hell"
When I first met you as a colleague
I made the mistake
Of getting friendly with you
When I should have ensured
That our relationship was going to be strictly professional
Of course, you had your own ways
Of charming those whom you came in contact with
That is something for which I have to give you credit
Albeit grudgingly
And you were an expert
At playing the victim card
Nevertheless, after I changed jobs
I thought I had seen the last of you
However, you came back into my life
As unexpectedly as the recent rains in Chennai
Initially, it seemed kind of sweet
However, I should have realised sooner
That you had certain ulterior motives
Unfortunately, I got fooled by your sweet talk
And started helping you financially
Because you looked up to me as a brother
I never doubted you in the slightest
Which was probably the biggest mistake of my life
You took advantage of me
In the worst way possible
And kept draining my bank account
Your lies kept getting taller and taller
And I kept believing them
Because, you had me well and truly under your thumb
However, even the most credulous person in the world
Can develop suspicions at some stage
Thus, after years of being in a psychological coma
I finally managed to wake up to the harsh reality
And told my family everything
Of course, with the help of a dear family friend
After we finally confronted you
You signed a written agreement
Promising to return all my money
Within a certain deadline
That deadline has long since passed
And you have not paid even ten percent of your dues
What is worse
Is the fact that you are absconding
And giving absolutely nonsensical reasons
Which even an utter fool would find it difficult to believe
You ruined my life
Destroyed my happiness
And shattered my self-confidence
Is this the way you treat a person
Whom you have addressed as "brother"
Not once, not twice, but several times?
I am giving you one last chance
Not for your sake
But for the sake of humanity
You had better take it
Because, if not
Then you will soon find yourself in prison
Again, to quote Athos
"You are not a woman
You are a demon escaped from Hell"
May 8, 2023
May 8, 2023 at 10:45 AM UTC
the excellence is evident in the credulous eminence
blessedness in the discipline of relevant emphasis
intelligence, if directionless, can lead to arrogance
purposeless over-confidence of pendulous relevance
defiantly, yet reliably, calliope waiting quietly
a variety of society that finds height in irony
i solemnly and politely will happily sit silently
finally facing the gravity patiently and privately
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
i
worship
the god of small things
this
is
my
blas
phe
mous
rosary
god is good:
gale force winds
sandy beaches
sunset
god is good:
friends who know and still love you
the credulous wonder of children
singing your heart out
knowing you’re alive
thinning gracefully
growing wiser
not caring
puppies
catnaps
99s
god is good:
the joke you’ve never heard before
the queen of the night’s aria
jet engines at takeoff
the lightbulb moment
rolling fields of corn
rolling tears of joy
fine malt whisky
driving too fast
a good book
candles
god is good:
rainbows at the prow of a boat
sunshine after storms
a thin crescent moon
spray in your face
the smell of rain
leaping salmon
shooting stars
dark skies
fireworks
mars
god is good:
a sleeping lover’s moan
knowing he loves you
knowing she’s there
heartfelt laughter
a sincere touch
an honest hug
understanding
dinner for two
growing old
sharing
god is good:
a perfectly sculpted torso
the moment after waking
new scentsations
sincere smiles
a compliment
true friends
promises
release
solace
peace
i wor
ship the god of
small things. i give
thanks to her
every
day
bless
me
father
for
i
have
sinned
i
threw your cateschism to
the
wind
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 7:23 AM UTC
Quis multa gracilis te puer in Rosa
Rendred almost word for word without Rhyme according to the
Latin Measure, as near as the Language permit.
What slender Youth bedew’d with liquid odours
Courts thee on Roses in some pleasant Cave,
Pyrrha for whom bind’st thou
In wreaths thy golden Hair,
Plain in thy neatness; O how oft shall he
On Faith and changed Gods complain: and Seas
Rough with black winds and storms
Unwonted shall admire:
Who now enjoyes thee credulous, all Gold,
Who alwayes vacant, alwayes amiable
Hopes thee; of flattering gales
Unmindfull. Hapless they
To whom thou untry’d seem’st fair. Me in my vow’d
Picture the sacred wall declares t’ have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern God of Sea.
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The Fox sisters of Rochester
lived in a haunted house.
A spirit there was stirring
That was probably not a mouse.
Spirits rapped upon the walls
and on the window panes.
The sisters Fox would rap right back
according to their claims.
The Foxes were sensations,
The Belles of Halloween
Their Séances well attended
By the credulous, T’would seem.
Spirit fever gripped the land
With rapping on a table
(Maggie Fox was double jointed
And the whole thing was a fable.)
It’s hard to sell your real estate
when it’s a haunted home.
But when spooks rap, rap right back
You’ll never be alone.
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
Doubt no more that Oberon—
Never doubt that Pan
Lived, and played a reed, and ran
After nymphs in a dark forest,
In the merry, credulous days,—
Lived, and led a fairy band
Over the indulgent land!
Ah, for in this dourest, sorest
Age man’s eye has looked upon,
Death to fauns and death to fays,
Still the dog-wood dares to raise—
Healthy tree, with trunk and root—
Ivory bowls that bear no fruit,
And the starlings and the jays—
Birds that cannot even sing—
Dare to come again in spring!
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My response to you has always been focused.
This has gladly not been over looked by you.
I have become thoughtlessly biddable and amenable for you, especially in the morning light.
I am consenting, compelled yet not obliged ..........
You have discovered I am nothing but a girl from a circus.
I never tried to hide it. You weren't looking before.
Although I am a fan of amusements, fetes and even frolics, I do refrain from favoring all tricks.
My indulgence in foolery is a sport I plan to employ for a while yet.
Do I care for you to join me and see if I can defy your desire for extracurricular activities, as well as being your carer?
Is this a task a clown would pretend was a harmless challenge.
Perhaps not, perhaps so.
My roots are raw and loyal to the art of play.
I need you to know this and hold it.
A Spanish fly will not be able to satisfy my ears alone?
Sincerity can be a sharp business sometimes.
Obedience to attachment brings around a credulous familiarity thus a dependency
It could easily keep me awake to stare at many moons
It hasn't.
You have seen me stumble and look at you gingerly more than once now
You are not even delicate but you can be shrewd even when you struggle with expectation.
There is a soberness about your beauty I find pleasingly magnetic.
When you leave me alone without your mighty graze
I without question appreciate and yearn for your persuasions and rough tenderness.
Your actions maybe more savory in the afternoons
compared with your visits to my buoyant dreams but you do kindly hold open doors.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 2:21 PM UTC
Allowing a wall
Before their rational
Thinking stand,
Inured to their heinous deed
Of every brand,
From head to toe
Involved in corruption grand,
Also while fellow citizens
Gasp for air,
Not giving an ounce of care,
Barefacedly they dare
Unjust war to declare!
"Valorous,wiping you out
We shall make the land bare!"
"Chained, cruel and corrupt
Honest - thieves and cut-throats
Us,to court you took
To punish us by the book
Such a move by hook or crook
We shall abort
Haven't it dawned on you the import?
--the select few
From the palace to port
As autocracy is our wont,
And zone of comfort
If stripped of this right
For us it will not be all right!
Though finger countered,
We hail from an ethnic group,
Marked brave
And which we could mobilize,
As our selfishness and brutality
It seems oblivious to realize.
Though during our hay days
Its plight we failed to mollify
Massaging its ego
The call for unjust war
We shall amplify
Unrepentant ,
We should
Wage a fight.
Though some of us
Are on the run,
As blood is thicker than water,
With the credulous
That fight for us
Emerge victorious we can.
To reinstate
Rule of the gun
On which
The international
Community
Has put a ban.
But
"To flee pang-of-conscience
How fast be the pace?
No need it is no where in place"
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 3:40 AM UTC
Judy Judy Kansas cutie / it starts in the heartland / Tornado = social change through manipulated crisis / Toto the only free agent / Dorothy struck on her head by the closing window of virtual possibility / She realizes that hope'n'change have reached the prairie / Alice in Wonderland Hollywood / Kansas as futurist narrative / Star Wars pre-dated / It's a Wonderful Mythic Life / Miss Gulch as Henry Potter / Witchery in bitchery: Hillary 2016 / Scarecrow as Celtic bog-sacrifice victim / Tinman as ****** therapy client / Did that hurt? No - it felt wonderful ! / Bible-belt Pentecostal subtexts: "the anointing" / obsolete leonine monarchies / Louis Quatorze the Sun King / enlightenment through concussion / the tyrant must be resisted from the heartland / populist progressives plot stealthily to justify their rule through the wizardry of science / the tyrant utilizes tech to manipulate the credulous / green state fascism / journey out of ontic inevitability into the futurist nightmare / eco-mammon bailouts / infantile mental midgets ruled by witch-tyrants = One World Munchkinland / Dorothy as redeemer-Messiah / Dorothy as Mary Poppins / America exports populist prophecy to the greater world / Glinda the Matriarch-Goddess / Glinda as transcendent Wisdom / the Anti-witch antidote / Patriarchy creates "special effects" subterfuge / flying monkeys: shock-troops of the witch / simian social justice warriors / Obama as Witch of West AND Wizard simultaneously / flying monkeys: brown-shirt armies of new multi-culti order / George W. Bush was the the witch the house ("Hope & Change') fell on / Over the Rainbow: somewhere beyond ****** identity grievance-mongering / There's no place like the Restoration of All Things
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
239
“Heaven”—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree—
Provided it do hopeless—hang—
That—”Heaven” is—to Me!
The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—
The interdicted Land—
Behind the Hill—the House behind—
There—Paradise—is found!
Her teasing Purples—Afternoons—
The credulous—decoy—
Enamored—of the Conjuror—
That spurned us—Yesterday!
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*Her brown eyes crept up to me.
Delicate and wide.
I could see the love of her mother,
And pride of her father.
A universe stretched out farther then the eye could see,
Filled with shining stars,
And faceless scars.
Her stare had an ingenious beauty.
Like a meadowless daisy.
Her glare had an artless grace,
Like colorless vase.
This glow was naive from the broken lives,
Wondering on this fallen world.
This credulous light,
Waiting to be ripped by jealousy.
I almost wanted to hold her there,
Away from the horrors in life.
Far from Apollyon's hands,
Like a guardian in the night.
Her innocents daring to walk on this thin rope,
Called hope.
Then, I saw with my waking eyes.
A white aisle covered by heavens flowers,
Congregations starring at her beautiful smile.
Oh, what a lovely mile.
For, there I knew
Her life was a magnificent design-
That wasn't mine.
I let her go into the hands of the divine,
Where she waits for her Valentine.
Oh, Lord I know you will hold her tight,
As she waits for her fearless knight.*
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
Everything is in chaos, but lasting us
A split second, you blink your eyes
Take a breath
Credulous, yet benevolent
Mind chasing
Awaiting new thoughts, like meteors
To explode across your cerebrum
Feelings in eardrums
From the sounds around you
Constant axon arousal
Enticingly guides you
On the path to feel
Alive
With an adrenaline skeleton
Complex, trying to fit in
But really, "who are you?"
Because sometimes thoughts succumb
Beyond your grasp, and they numb the way you feel
And in those moments, we define our ideals
Almost
Soley based on the bad things
Instead of realizing
We should not define ourselves for the chaos and chatter we internally ramble on with
About half of us
Cant mold an identity anyway
Cause we don't understand
The word is not meant to be
What it's said to be
Identity's definition
Is not definite
You see
It's more like a clumsy representation
Of what you want to be
Since you are ever changing
With the vibrations of thought
Think of identity being more associated with how you adapt
To everything thrown your way
What defines you is how you display yourself
When chaos itself
Comes into your life
Everyone has strife, cause life is not easy
Just don't think you're alone
Or have a mental disease
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
*A facade of confounding manner
Veneered in credulous chatter
Are words of contemporary demeanour*
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
coffee at 12 makes me sane
the smell of summer morning and flames
memoirs of our lake house days
leaves me at daze
the stolen rusty car and broken seats
ceaseless honking and credulous children
that halt I never want to leave
Those were the long gone days
You were a long gone day
The past, which would never return
But the past memory that will stay
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
Expect us not to believe
You could miraculously fetch
Water with a sieve!
Till we return to dust
You, nothing better than a rust,
Could not quench our thirst.
Collecting taxes
Without combing out lechers
That spare not even the broke
Or the stone to siphon
Rather has an impact adverse,
For it is allowing few
Nation's wealth unfairly amass
At a cost of harm to
The credulous and
For air gasping broad mass!
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavour
It happens to be like;
Killed by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye
That's my kind of story
It's no fun 'til someone dies
Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a ******
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother
Holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying
Why, oh why?
'cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don't lie
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold
The writers of stories sold
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain come down
Drawn on grave and ground
Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and ******
Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen.
Shouldn't have to say it all again.
The universe is hostile. so Impersonal. devour to survive.
So it is. So it's always been.
We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
You are to blame
He must fix everything with duct tape
and there is never enough
And it's your fault
What have you done with his duct tape?
Those in need need duct tape
There's going to be war
and this finishing off
needs more duct tape
You begin to wonder
if duct tape
will hold together
the hole
where memory leaked away
And somehow you're to blame
Better buy more duct tape
Where the **** is the newspaper?
When the **** did he start using the word ****
**** duct tape
Be credulous
swallow (whole)
gulp down
Make sure he's eating enough
Buy more duct tape
That malevolence
riddled upon his face
He's winning the Duct Tape Wars
Fight pugnacity's furor
there is this figurative war
and it will be won
with duct tape
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC
She's hit the bottom far to long,
waiting,
breathing.
for someone to come along.
hating,
creating .
for something to happen,
with all in bad luck she points and blames.
chaos,
shame.
Selling your sins into heaven for fame!
scoundrel,
thief.
From Hades you came,
***** your finger from which came blood of grain,
truly beautiful for the great insane.
comfortable,
numb.
Tedious credulous liar,
shake down this cross and bear to save it,
as for my people their hearts you enslave it!
evil,
lucrative.
Down at the bottom she picks and gnaws,
tiny ***** fingers at the thick hard walls,
up the well as her faint raspy voice calls,
****** for you and ****** for all."
revenge,
bitter.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 11:48 AM UTC
(You made this monster)
invented by provided feelings of reverence
forced to difference without relevance
with resemblance to hands of elegance
evident difference, deliberate severance
(it is so hard to ****
envious enemies with torches of treacherous
eloquence lost when pestilence is generous
serpent like in genesis, tenaciously venomous
fighting the exodus against shields of credulous
(and the tower burns)
ignited by chemicals of nominal assessment
tower of suggestion is now infested
where questions and statements are incessant
born by resentment, this basement investment
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i walk the streets with arms outstretched
never meeting touching grace
i haven't met a decent monster yet
the greenest monstrosity in this place
we are all only pieces left
stitched organs, sewn parts
a dug up heart in my chest
could come alive with some sparks
i haunt these streets of broken dreams
another life to survive
i'm just a being, beyond their screams
it lives, it's alive
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
a song bird,
credulous and young
in a summer morn,
at the height of his
musical expression,
got in a flow
where the singer and the song
merges in to one.
getting enamored by the lilt
of his own song
he hallucinates that it is another
just like him, a female,
and in the frenzy to find her at once,
circles, the orange tree branch
on which he sat and sung,
unaware that it is
futile to search for oneself
somewhere else, like most of us
o
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 7:38 AM UTC
It's not
like the movies, or shows
the books and the novels.
hollywood's way of
cheesy gimmicks.
It's not
like the Hunger Games!
Where people are injected
with sweet venom of
credulous lies.
Where 2 tributes disappears.
Every year.
Because,
right now, right here,
we have more.
It is 2053.
Promises long gone.
Contracts expired and
conspiracy failed.
Betrayed.
Lied to.
Indoctrinated.
Abandoned.
Hands over heads.
We, at the mercy of
the Red Dragon.
His highness roams.
We, losing our grasps,
collapsing.
I dreamed a home of peace,
safe, with freedom.
But it crumpled into
a million pieces.
No more teases.
When they had won.
Some people fled.
Unbearable of
the roads, tainted red.
They got lucky.
But I'm just a fuming middle aged
worthless powerless whatshername.
Talk about pity.
"I'm young!"
But you'll grow old.
And I tell you of this.
I warn you of this!
Because I see it
so clearly,
so vividly,
in your eyes.
I see no future of us.
Just our minds twisted.
Blood and gore mixed
with all that we witnessed.
Just healthy looking robots.
Patriotic robots.
Who has forgotten
everything.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
Three decades back,
A communist,
As a fad atheist,
To my chagrin
You taught us
"God doesn't exist!"
To my surprise
After mass
I saw you yesterday
Kneeling down
Hands upward
Wholeheartedly when
You Pray.
Out of His mercy
And benevolence
No doubt
God will forgive you
At once,
For what matters
Is your repentance.
But I can't help to ask
What will be the fate of
Of those credulous children
At their formative years
You sent off the track
Without a mental map
To return back?
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
Vowed never to
fall in Love,
Thought was
Feigning,
Wild and reckless am falling Deep,
Entangled by Devils
wings Deep am
falling Deep, Deep!
Love seemed
Chimerical and I Credulous, NO!
A Tear Drop,
a Shed of Tear
Is all it Took! A tear Drop, a Shed
of Tear is all it took,
For me to Open
my Heart,
with Ease Deep I
fell, As the Clock Tics
with a Tic Toc sound,
my Heart misses
a Beat with a
big Pound,
A Tear Drop, a Shed of tear
Is all it Took! A Drop of Blood,
a Shed of blood is
All it Took,
Every move that I
make to Forget you,
Bourne a Pain so Strong that makes
me go Back,
to your Arms,
where I feel
Strong and Safe,
From the Harsh Earth and
its Cruelty!
A Tear Drop,
a Shed of Tear
Is all it took!!
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC