"cupidity" poems
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A Bee his burnished Carriage
Drove boldly to a Rose—
Combinedly alighting—
Himself—his Carriage was—
The Rose received his visit
With frank tranquillity
Withholding not a Crescent
To his Cupidity—
Their Moment consummated—
Remained for him—to flee—
Remained for her—of rapture
But the humility.
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While I pretty much opined for this impeachment
my fellow Americans voted for this guy and they could be right
I’ve been wrong before, stuck as we are with a system
that generates some perplexful leaders, democracy being the worst form
of government—
except for all the others.
Anyone can be president, that’s been proven time and time again.
Wars can start for no discernible reason other than
radical purity, avarice, cupidity, gluttony, rapacity, even affluenza—
meanwhile life goes on outside all around you
perhaps you identify as Jewish, Latino, Muslim, Indian or Filipino
asexual, cybersexual, somasexual, hypersexual, homosexual, pentasexual
it doesn’t really matter, nothing **** matter matters, matter
content of life (serious, love it) hate death for the hell of it
to see what it’s like inside the heart of darkness.
Not that I accept their god, their void, I accepted humanity as a natural
part of nature
demisexual, downsexual, ecosexual, Eurosexual, eversexual, exsexual,
extrasexual, femtosexual, Francosexual, geosexual, gigasexual,
Grecosexual, Indosexual, intersexual, kilosexual, macrosexual,
malsexual, megasexual, metasexual, microsexual, missexual,
medisexual, mocksexual, monosexual, muchsexual, multisexual,
mustsexual, nearsexual, neosexual, nonsexual, oftsexual,
omnisexual, oversexual, pansexual, parasexual, partsexual,
photosexual, polysexual, postsexual, presexual, pseudosexual,
psychosexual, quasisexual, rentasexual, selfsexual, semisexual,
Sinosexual, subsexual, supersexual, telesexual, terrasexual,
ubersexual, ursexual, ultrasexual, undersexual, vicesexual,
weresexual, wikisexual, zoosexual.
When I did that I had to pay the rent and get a job, too.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 7:12 AM UTC
cupidity is a dizzy thorn smoldering in the pith your heart
where happiness is frail and mighty and all joy a thing so vast
you can hardly keep up with how happy, but can’t stop now,
so kisses rain down from simple days lounging on couches
with adorable dimples the shape of your afternoon **********
and all is the kingdom of vulnerability
wrapped in the impossible
happening
NOW,
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
I beckon thee, to come visit me, in the garden of virility.
Where men are carved from your darkest fantasy;
and the women spun from your forbidden cupidity.
Where carnal knowledge is given freely;
and is taken just as quickly.
Oh dearest, infatuation;
given your love and lust till they blur and swirl.
Good sir.
Oh, Sweet madam.
Lost in the down wards spiral of your avidity.
I beckon thee, to play with me, in our hectic world of make believe.
Where women are carved out of false trickery;
and the men spun from wicked forgery.
Where nothing seems to be, what it is.
The garden of falsity.
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 8:59 PM UTC
Deem this uncanny kind of love
Missing-you-too-much-
For-my-own-
Good
Kind of love
Missed tragets
Shot
Stupid Cupidity
Arrows released
Shot
Getting shot with shots of
Voka
Or the
Shitty-hang-over-hard-cruel
Kind of liquor
Be the kind-kind of
Drunk
Be my
Be mine
Valentine
Be my crazy love
Be my ever -everending-too-good-to-be-sober kind of
Love
To fly safe
Don't fly at all
Your
Wing-weight ratio to
Aclochol
Is far too much
Don't fall for me
The way I fall for you
My love
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
I was a single monkey I drew him in my world
typing the opening of my Hamlet. I write him in my lines.
different from all I had ever known a love that will only die with me.
every atom belonging to me as good the heart that keeps mine beating.
It belongs to her You were none
Her soul was beautiful now you’re all.
and she kept it veiled his swiftest blow,
lightly-laced humility and fear we righted our mistakes
with a strangely aching heart I trusted in his honest utterance.
I and this mystery, here we stand. Oh blind cupidity! insane anger!
She went out like a firefly, I never broke my faith
The heart hoards its thorns my heart is always propped up
Just as the rose profligates. in a field ready for the next arrow
I wondered about you when you told me never to leave.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
Seeing such said-to-be veracity
made spurious by truer voracity
left me in a downward maudlin spiral
caught in the gravity of pejorative thoughts.
(They were right about you)
Shown to be mendacious and meretricious
with such audacious and ignominious cupidity
that is, apparently, insatiable
by external stimulation.
These words are for thee.
(They were right about you)
A
Mistress of Verisimilitude
Sorceress of Perdition
Goddess of Rapacity
Nugatory Luddite
Fatuous Epigone
Specious and unctuous Girl
of gratuitous turpitude
These puerile and rather flavorful words
fueled by seemingly insuperable motifs
arranged in a terse, inimical verse
for a rather insipid person
who will likely never even know of them,
and yet;
such sweet felicity.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
hearts bought and sold on whimsy
dark secrets screamed aloud
resonate in empty heart chambers
dislodging logic
as ripples shift sense to passion
sold for a song
bought for practice
eyes open, heart shut
heart open, eyes shut
bubbling cauldrons
casting spells
deeper, deeper, deeper down
darkness blinds normality
and bends reality
let go/ hold on
tighter, until hands weaken
watching shadows of self
chasing shadows of yesterday
fear or excitement
aroused or afraid
enchanting eyes in navy winter
trust a stranger and lose yourself
trust yourself and lose a connection
tied in musky fog
to the inside of another
chained to that which claimed you
for nothing more than cupidity
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
An angel chief--the precentor of heaven's
Unequalled choir--silvery and dulcet was his
Voice afore the throne of God and his fold;
Lovely and fair his appearance was to behold.
Hearken to him as he the King's celestial
Hymns leads that give adoration to his especial
Majesty, making melody along with the angels
Whole, while praising Jehovah in awe dwells.
But how soon would this angel change and be
Clothed no more in chaste grace and glory,
Rather in pride and pity! I'm more than ye all
Who in paradise live. I'm the foremost of all
Beings. Who're archangels Michael and Gabriel
Compare to me, Lucifer, the only greatest earl?
I the highest and the best-- sovereign being--
That towers above Christ the Son begotten;
I'll even God usurp! I'm the most powerful
Here; the morn star that's blindly beautiful!
Haughtiness so into him entered as cupidity into
Judas. And began he to say things profane to
God his Creator, the Maker of all. And thus
War there was between the defector's caucus
And the Lord's host. Michael, who's the principal
Of warfare wherefore Lucifer--the evil cardinal--
Engaged. How fierce beyond a running pen
Was that battle unspeakble in God's holy haven
Seen betwixt the faithful and the rebel!
Yet good unflinching conquered the uprising evil
And cast Satan straightaway down unto the earth
With one-third of the angels from heaven's berth.
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 6:33 AM UTC
She is tourney,
Everyone is pat by her,
Masked man and women are in hasten
For her ………
Under the mask everyone is afraid
But their mask portrays the valour….
A chimera, a phony intrepidness……
Implore for cupidity, majestic canard …..
….. through branding …..!
Everyone is cover-up by masked branding and
skirmishing in the name of tourney !
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
*Please accept my gratitude,
for your gracious attendance.
We have gathered here today to say farewell.
He lived a life of discretion,
prudence,
restraint.
Cupidity locked in a vaulted lair.
The malignant highway of adventure:
Such a dangerous stretch of road,
and one surely to be avoided…
at all costs.
And as I look amongst you,
I would like to say I am proud…
But alas, I am not.
For ‘he’…
Is me.
Listen my loved ones,
and take heed my dear friends;
forget how I tried to preach.
Erase the fear from your mind,
because walking in safe men’s shoes,
will almost certainly,
end in…
regret.*
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 12:14 PM UTC
the stars do not align
like they do every now and then
not as we drove through glaucous willows
not as the stelliferous night twinkled with promise through the sky roof
not as my cupidity for you
not as we danced in each other's arms paradisally
not as the lanugo on our bare limbs blazed a golden white as we watched the sun rise
the stars did not align for us.
we loved like antipodes - if antipodes did not love.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 9:46 AM UTC
I, stand before him
poised in bareness;
his bristles, he dips
upon his palette to
color me, in passion
upon canvas
in artistic eyes;
his smile beckons
and unravels my
composure, eliciting
his brush to paint
hidden sensuality
in demureness
his brush tantalizes;
a flick of his wrist
dabs upon canvas
stroking curve after
curve, as if, caressing
my frame, the look in
his eyes reveals;
charcoal etchings
of his cupidity,
coveting lust
pantomiming
intentions upon his
canvas; his thoughts
flow from fingers to
brush, brush to palette,
palette to canvas; in
his mind's eye hunger
unfolds, as I, in turn
invite him to partake
of his artistic craving
to taste his own art
with each brush stroke
savoring my essence
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 4:36 AM UTC
(Geraldine, Maya, and Pedra were in the kitchen to drink some Jasmine Yin Zhen tea.)
Between Bosphorus and Dardanelles, the waters are calm.
Geraldine Said, ''I love the life at sea on this tall ship.''
Maya said, '' Let me see the meaning of the lines in your palm! ''
''I worked a lot; I can't feel my hands when something I grip.''
Maya insisted, '' Let me rub your hands with Gilead' balm! ''
''I can't stand the hustle and bustle of big cities.
Can you predict my future after reading my palm?
''You'll be surrounded by death coming from the waves' ditties.''
''What is this balm? '' '' It's an extract from the bakha shrubs.''
''Where did you find this shrub? '' ''This extract is brought from Chios,
Where this tree grows near the sea, to make this balm and drugs.
It's good for the stomach and prevents the skin infections.
I used it to make bread tsoureki.'' ''It's sweet, '' Pedra said,
''This tree excited the cupidity of invaders-
The groves of Jericho.'' Maya touched her, ''Are you afraid? ''
''Went there to fight Titus, Joshua and the crusaders.''
Pedra took a long look at her, ''Do you have children? ''
''I have two boys who live in southern Ottoman Empire.
My husband died.'' ''Why did you come here? '' ''I'm a poor woman.
Now, it’s war; I want to work here, not to walk through the fire.’’
(Maya left the kitchen. On the deck, Marco, Rosa, and Cruz stopped for a few minutes their walk to admire the Marmara Sea in approach to Çanakkale.)
''Anybody who wants to pass through the Dardanelles
Must pay a tax. So, we must sit at anchor in waiting
For an opening at this small Port of Çanakkale, ''
Said Cruz. '' About buying fuel, the ****** are still debating, ''
Said Marco.'' This city is placed on two continents.''
'' The shape of the strait is akin to that of a river.''
'' Its history started with Troy. The tidal currents
Make this time of wait at anchorage a deceiver.''
''The Dardanelles is the most dangerous waterway, ''
Said Rosa, '' Maya and Naimah are talking fiercely.''
Cruz said, ''They've seemed not to know each other until today.''
''What happened, Maya? '' ''He can't stop speaking viciously.''
(To be continued...)
Poem by Marieta Maglas
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
in utter radiance two bodies meld,
in decadent tenderness; emanating
from one another in mindless bliss,
like silken sheets fluttering in a
midsummer day breeze; flapping out
a heart's symphony as each mellifluous
tune is carried along effortlessly of fallen
petals in an upward warm wind...alluring
when lips touch their essence is as
delicate and soft as a newborn's first
breath and visions of meadows as
burbling brooks eke out nature's
wonderous animations of life; hidden
amongst conifers naked seedling in
cones of yews procreative life...caressed
eyes gaze upon one another in trancelike
looks of longing; in ponderance of love's
accepting embrace, to feel it's enraptured
warmth; skyrocketing moans in resonating
tremors of gossamery affection...cloud nine
emerging gasps are born to undulate in
waves; awakening love's cupidity to be
forever within one another's limelight,
delighting each other's ambiance of
life's many truisms; our spirits bountiful
and serene as we live and love in our own
paradise on earth...in spirituality
becoming excited in our veracity to
understanding the complexities of
love and living in moments of bliss;
standing still vacuumed, absorbing
one another's vitality to be as one,
soulmates until heart and mind
collide in hungering want; holding
onto thoughts only we can see
within one another's eyes...heavenly love
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 3:54 AM UTC
Savages, animals,
uncivilized Creatures,
Fiend on Earth,
Unrully beings.
But do I complain?
NO!
Through Devious deeds,
Robbed me naked,
Devised weapons to
silence my Menacing
mouth.
But do I complain?
NO!
Wrote Memoirs of how
Dark & uncultured I
was,
called me a Devout
to my Unpolished ways.
But do I complain?
NO!
Mesmerized by my
wild and Beautiful face,
Dazed by the
Candidness of those
residing on me.
But do I complain?
NO!
Driven by Cupidity
stole both life &
lifeless,
Tall buildings Built by
my sweat & Blood,
my Kins sold and Tortured
on Foreign lands.
But do I complain?
NO!
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
The Unbearable Winter’s mist
The winter’s mist,
peculiar,
the sky augurs
blue and sun mellow,
but clouded vision
begets and besets,
my own and owned
melancholy vision is
a consequential
snake like blurry speckled band,
of my own drawing,
covering my eyes,
when I read Márai‘s
wit, write, legal writ,
but with my corrected
add
of the
un
and my own self assigned
grade is a bright red
F
eye of the beholder
Life becomes unbearable
*”when one has come to
terms with who one is,
both in one's own eyes
and in the eyes of the world.
We all of us must come to terms
with what and who we are, and
recognize that this wisdom is not
going to earn us any praise, that
life is not going to pin a medal on
us for recognizing and enduring
our own vanity or egoism or
baldness or our potbelly. No, the
secret is that there's no reward
and we have to endure our characters
and our natures as best we can, because
no amount of experience or insight is
going to rectify our deficiencies, our
self-regard, or our cupidity. We have
to learn that our desires do not find
any real echo in the world. We have
to accept that the people we love
do not love us, or not in the way
we hope. We have to accept betrayal
and disloyalty, and, hardest of all,
that someone is finer
than we are in
character or intelligence.”*
Sándor Márai
Jan 10, 2024
Jan 10, 2024 at 2:36 PM UTC
(A dedication to someone whom I really love from the inner core of my heart.)
- ZEBA ZOARIAH AHSAN.
I really don’t know, when did I get my feelings for someone for the first time??
May be when I was 17???
Almost everyday I thanked the ALMIGHTY for not giving me such awkward feelings!
Almost everyday I thanked him for not making me look beautiful.
Almost everyday I asked him for more and more intelligence-which I think I was given….
I still remember those people,
Whom I saw falling in this ‘CUPIDITY’
Which I thought to be a real ‘STUPIDITY’!!!!!
I remember them telling me-“It feels heaven; it feels great!!!”
To which I always turned a deaf ear and a blind eye.
You cross any area of the learning temple
You get a chance to see these love birds holding each other’s hand.
What pleasure do they get by doing this??
And one fine day, when I got irritated as they teased me with a guy-
I simply said------
“Who? That captain? Cut it out. Does not suit my personality! Well; not my cup of tea!”
But I couldn’t believe that “THAT CAPTAIN” would really come into my life!!
He came as a stroke of wind,
The feelings were MAGICAL!!
And it made my life ever BEAUTIFUL!!
I with all the guts, said one Saturday midnight-
“CAPTAIN! You made me smile.
You made me realize what you mean for me.
I LOVE YOU!!”
To which he replied---
“Look girl!
It doesn’t matter me.
I don’t know why you love me?
Don’t mind, but I already have had heartbreak by loving that “LOVE” and I don’t wanna suffer any more.
So we are better off as FRIENDS! Please don’t mind!! ;)
Well! I was very happy with his reply.
Atleast I won’t get my “heartbreak”!
And then, from good friends,
We became close friends
To more and more close friends……..
And one fine day, he said-
“Actually speaking, you are the closest friend I have ever had.
Your friendship means a lot to me.
So don’t ever desert me…
I’ll miss you dear friend….”
Days passed by, when one day I heard my conscience telling me---
“Forget him!
Your family needs you.
You need to shine for them and make them feel proud of you.
Don’t forget your responsibilities!
WAKE UP! WAKE UP!!”
I did what my conscience had asked me to do and I started losing contact with my “CAPTAIN”…
I don’t know! But—
The feelings were awesome!
But it’s really hard to get over him.
I am trying my level best….
Still, just wanted to say-
I love you a lot CAPTAIN.
I LOVE YOU!!
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 1:41 AM UTC
The ineffaceable stain
Allegorical refrain
Dictates the wily antidotes for a newfound sane
They hector from a distance
Muted but militant resistance
magical hobgoblins the lifeblood of their persistence
Heterodoxy enters the stage
Cognizant of ignominy, a potent repressed rage
Succor sought, corporate media bought
A pyrrhic limelight is certainly not what was sought
I defer to dignified exemplars
I confer with callous company at vapid bars
Concluding thereby the inverse proportionality of authenticity to success
The articulations of divinity imply rigidity
sweltering soul burgeoning with light sweating an evanescent humidity
If blind before, partial and total sight reconstitute the core
omnipresent paparazzi deplores
Past pities insuperable even with pithy witty
Future pieties irrelevant to ineradicable ignominy and purported dignity
Cupid and cupidity must be related
because gold-diggers alerted to my fair share would be elated
Begrudged at every tick, tantalized by a slow torture lurid flit
I cast my ambitions into the fathomless depths
I amass provisions for a restive hibernation, enduring schlep
Redemptive powers yet articulated
Should ease the prospects of being matriculated
But is cloistered suffering an inexcusable plight
When the deep coffers derelict a modest gesture of making grievous inequities once again right?
Must I swim to distant shores
Past the barnacles beneath and the urchins on submerged sand, very sore
Landmines at the beach, pantomimes and their garbled preach
Past scattershot invective fortified by intransigent misers of conscience, the balmy resort out of reach.
Bleak bleats, meek feats, good eats
I think it is about time for a tyrannical psychology to let me off the incapacitating leash, letting me focus on actions rather than on incomprehensible speech
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
You sink me deeper
into the blackest parts of the ocean
you are one word answers
half-hearted devotion
You **** me with your words
please stop speaking now
I mean...
tell me what you want to tell me
not what I want to hear.
Or..
If you're convinced it's that easy to win me over...
then whisper it in my ear.
Tell me how you hate me for half the things I say to you
Then call me at 5 am when reality catches up to you
When sheets are stripped
sublime stories all told
you've worn out your welcome
useless fool's gold
These once vacant shoulders now seem pretty cold.
But you get what you crave: your image won't fold.
Your decisions of stupidity can never truly compare
To your decisions of cupidity: deep, bold and rare
When the moon wins the battle against heavy eyes,
On the thundering instance that keeps you inside
You'll wander to the back burner, right where I reside
to give me the remainder,
which I'll take, with my hands tied
//
I hope you take it personal,
I hope you blindly reach
And find out you're the worst of all
None of this is a figure of speech.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
Give me something that’s in my nature to love
Something to drink that’s thick and sweet
Something to listen to that’s ridiculous and beautiful
Something to preside over disturbance.
Give me something to turn plastic poetry to risky lyrics that fall off my teeth
Something to shove my tongue into that’s warm and receiving
Something to send a shiver through my subzero lungs
Something to stir my personal life to keep it from burning.
Give me something sensational to breathe in when the oxygen is stale
Something to wrap my arms around when they’re screaming
Something to lick that’s delicious and crazy
Something to stop my mind running and allow it a place to rest.
I’m asking this of you because
I’m torn between caution and cupidity,
Trying to maintain the majesty of whatever moment we’re in,
And my fear cannot be remedied by your silence.
While you sit still with your lanky arms crossed and your wet lips together
I’m busy fanning fate’s flames because I care too much.
While your depths prove endlessly interesting
Your eyes do not shift, they do not express, they do not think.
My loneliness is clinical, quantifiable, combustible material for tears.
I’m sick of making love on triviality
I’d rather be ******* over by passion.
My back aches and my tongue is thirsty and my heart craves everything
And each of them has been given only enough to sustain, not enough to thrive.
Thank you for the sepia tone dreams
and the coffee burns
and the splatter paint wars
and the red raw bite marks all over my neck
But I know I’m not being felt the same way that I feel you,
Caring for every inch of you, your heart and your body.
And I can’t take the one way street anymore.
This is the sound of me crashing as I wave goodbye.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 4:22 AM UTC
Your love moves me
like a slave with
purpose.
Every kiss, every hug,
every touch, every word,
I fall from freedom
into the mercy of your
waiting hands,
but I adore this
sweet asylum,
I am bound to your
eloquent chains of
lavish cupidity and
webs of entangling elation.
Dip me deep into
your river, and
never let me up for air.
It's never too late
for roses.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
The snooze button
My morning companion
Why wake early
When you can delay ennui
For just a moment longer
Ten minute dreams
That seem to last
A lifetime until
It's too late
Hurry to work
The chair you hate
Hurry to work
The screen that stares
Hurry to work
Where no one cares
Hurry to work
The sooner to despair
Surrounded by walls that blind
The morning star
Surrounded by people who
Worship cupidity
Maybe I do too
That's why I am here
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
Gritty green dollar, soon to dissapear, economy in shambles, economy's death, from greedy ruling peers.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 7:19 AM UTC
Give it
to me
straight.
Memory
nestles itself
over there
in the corner.
Like the seasons
warmth comes
and goes. Cupidity
lies in the sensual
snow tonight.
I dig it out.
I uncover it.
My hands are
wet and cold.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC