"dammed" poems
These days have ebbed
as Love's swell was checked:
the waters in some places
- all but dammed!
But now at last
I sense the rising tide
and thank Temese
for the current's turn;
now following that great writhing snake
to where its pulsing head will rake;
over the mucky soiled watery beds
of Woolwich
Greenwich
Limehouse
- and under -
Tower Bridge
To that great gloating sight
A crown of a billion lights
Blazing day and night:
And somewhere within
In the slick oily warmth
Our flood tides mesh,
As over each other we wash.
Hard thrusts
wicked deep cuts
given and received
are recorded in that great mirror smoked!
where with a tug and a shove
on the banks
in the streets
through the loopy twists
everything prospers in the glow
as the decades decaying flow;
each ***** bud
red with new blood
one after t'other
flowers
before their purple petals scatter.
Let's on the luck o' the dice
(you 'n' me!)
ride out
on the flotsam and jetsom
that has carried us this far
and as pleases
merge.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
Someday I'll hold you like you me charms
Look you straight and deep in your eyes
And let you know how much I lust for you
I'll pull your soft body with me masculine arms
Dead close to mine so that you realize
How glamorously my **** tightens for you
Someday I'll touch your neck with my teeth
I'll graze it so softly that you won't quit
And then pour magical whispers into your ears
The much I've dammed up all these years
I'll place my hard palms beneath your shirt
To softly hard caress your skin so that it'll sweetly hurt
Then I'll place my head onto yours and sigh
Because by this point I'll already be high
Someday I'll be this close and I won't miss
I'll peck your forehead but your lips kiss
You'll shut your eyes and savor my taste
I'll take it one step at a time with no haste
I'll patiently unbutton your outfit
You won't stop me for you'll feel me heat
Someday I'll **** at your beautiful *******
Draped like two cute oranges on your chest
You'll mourn like you're grieved at the pleasure
You'll beg me to quickly find my way inside
But I'll try and keep my control and decide
when to partake of your juicy treasure
Someday I'll explore further down your thighs
Me whom you much loathe and despise
You'll arch like a bow at every touch and laugh like a clown
Yet mourn as I navigate every street of tuna town
You'll beg me to pass through the tunnel of love
And just then I'll swiftly embed myself into nature's glove
I'll place myself above you,I'll be a long awaited burden
You'll hold my posterior as I plough through your garden
Since you say there's no love around here
Further apart your thighs will obediently split
While we make it
Someday we'll walk a thousand miles with no rest
We'll surf the ****** waves till we hit the viperous crest
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
A Muslim boy with a clock
Is seen as a terrorist with a glock
Maybe i'm right, maybe i'm wrong
But if he were White, Asian, Hispanic or even Pacific Islander
Nobody would of suspected anything.
When are we going to stop fearing an entire race for only a portion radical and illogical ways of treating others?
I don't tolerate people who behead others if they don't agree with their religion
I don't agree with the repressive governments that control everyone and stone them for minor misdemeanors
There are good men out there fighting this evil that has plagued their homelands
I'm all for ending terrorism of all kinds
But let's stop terrorism of innocents too
Sure, i'm afraid of what the radicals will do to their own people, my people and the rest of the world
But i'll be dammed if i treated somebody from the Middle East like a monster when i don't even know who they are
If it wasn't for a Middle Eastern girl
The Syrians girls wouldn't have an improved education
If it wasn't for a Middle Eastern man fending off the Taliban and risking his entire village to keep Marcus Littrell alive
He would of been KIA a long time ago.
What about the ones who fought and died for America?
Nobody ever mentions them
The media wants me to hate them all, but i laugh and shake my head
Warped minds trying to warp others
I only see the ones who want to do us harm, and the ones who want to live peacefully and away from a life of hell
Brothers and sisters, just a different culture and skin color
I'm sorry if America seems racist or hateful, but i'm proud to be the one who throws those two words in the trash
Because i'm not afraid to speak my mind
And i welcome everyone here
America is everyone's home.
If only the Soviet Union never invaded Afghanistan
If only the people were not scared
To be free like America.
Unity for all,
Religious differences and Cultures alike.
I hope one day a Muslim man or Woman can walk down an American street without being labeled as a terrorist.
I hope one day these repressive governments fall into the hands of democracy
And we start the Age of Unity again.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
Sunshine,
Birdsong
And children drunk on
Lemonade
And laughter.
That Welsh picnic
Has lasted forty years
And will last forty more
In daydream
And nightmare.
The stream babbled
Over pebbles,
Fern fronds
Brushed our sun-browned shins
Till the dead sheep
Slugged us in the guts.
Bloated and bulbous,
The body dammed the stream,
Its lifeless eyes
Crawling with life.
Those pearly marbles were
A child’s looking glass into death.
The rocks we hurled at it
In reckless revulsion
Were the screams
Of violated youth,
And those empty dead sheep thuds
The dawning of our mortality.
Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 3:20 AM UTC
What is this wall
That keeps us in
Over each other, we trip; we fall
We are like fish with no fins
Head on we crash
With fists we beat
We hack and we slash
Screaming, kicking with invisible feet
Blocked we remain
Let us flow
Us you can't contain
Let us go
Strengthened with aggregate
But held back by concrete
Cerebral wall with no gate
We're packed with angry grit
You know we're here
You feel us roiling
You hear us clear
Boiling and brewing
We understand the reason
You deem it necessary
Thinking it would lessen
Subdue the rage and fury
Your illusion of control
Of us, you'd pick the best
Surely you're taking the toll
Of being nothing but suppressed
All of us, we are you
We make you what you are
From the subtlest cue
To the high achieving star
We are many but we are one
Your thoughts and emotions
We are your loaded gun
We're the answer to false pretensions
You can't have us dammed
We've initiated a coup
No...we'll not be ******
Too late...we've broken through
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
*
Look at my LOVE
Do not look at my looks
And please tell me
What is going on in YOU?
Are you still thinking?
May I tell you not to think
Are you still evaluating?
Can I ask you not to...
When it comes to LOVE
It is unfair for the clouds of LOVE
Not to rain on YOU
It is unfair for the breeze of LOVE
To not carry the fragrance of LOVE to YOU
It is unfair on the dew
Not to form on your grass
It is unfair for the bees
To not find your flower to **** honey
It is unfair for the birds
Not to find a BLUE sky
To soar wings in flight
It is unfair for the Lioness
To cajole the Lion to LOVE
It is unfair for water to be dammed
And not flow into your ocean of LOVE
It is unfair to my skin woolens
Not to cover you with LOVE warmth
It is unfair for my blood
Not to flow within your veins
It is as much unfair for my breathe
Not to be oxygen for your lungs
Is not the silence of your being
Narrating a tale of LOVE?
The looks in your eyes
That shines rays of LOVE
That brings sunshine to life
Shows your tender heart within
Which is so overflowing with LOVE
It is unfair to imprisoned your LOVE
I took a second to tell YOU
"I LOVE YOU very much"
Now please give me
A million life-times
To be with YOU
To prove to you
How much I LOVE YOU
It is unfair for life not to LOVE
It is unfair for me not to LOVE YOU
*
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
My right wrist and left knee have come down with a cold and my viens have water damage.
My tongue tripped over my teeth leaving a ripped taste bud.
I can never get comfortable because I am positive that Im going off the edge
and everything else is always just so dammed positive.
Just feed me medicine, and ill see you in the morning.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
sleepy sleep
sleep in sleep in sleepy town
my eyes need wakey up
sleepy sleep my bed does call
me lids so glued there stuck
look at me at half past three
a hedge still in me hair
eyes so red a cameras light
saucers oh my dear
give me bed a silent night
cos sleepy snooze is me
time to snore and wake you up
me fidgits sleepy sleep
na na night its time for kip
me bed is calling me
clocking tick soon far away
a dream of dreams i see
rise and shine yet i need more
some sleep will do me good
bags of spuds upon each cheek
come on dont wake me up
sleepy in as sleepy does
im staying where i am
soon be dinner oh thats good
a lay in i'll be dammed
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC
Darling why haven't you left yet?
How can your bright eyes see so much in me?
Dear, how can you kiss my lips when such ***** words have lived there?
Lovely please stop crying.
You say you'll love me for the both of us.
You kiss the ground I stomp on.
You saved me and it's all your
god
dammed
fault.
I adore you, bright eyes.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
Spot, that lucky dog, is dead.
He did not live to see
what became of **** and Jane.
Let me relate their history.
**** and Jane now were in their teens
Vietnam was our national hell.
Jane mourned her fellows at Kent State.
Dick's squad stormed Hue's Citadel.
**** came back from Vietnam
a changed and distant man.
In sleep he'd mutter, toss and turn,
crying out like one who's dammed.
Jane became a feminist and
in protest burned her brassiere.
**** in monosylables
proclaimed he loved Jane dear
Soon Jane was having fun with ****
in the back seat of his car.
A different sort of fun, I think
than they ever had before.
They both tried marijuana
and both of them inhaled
They were discreet, unlike their friends
and avoided time in jail.
They lived together for a while
Eventually they married.
The product of their union was
two boys named Tom and Harry.
**** got work at Chysler
standing right beside his Dad.
He figured he was set for life.
He became a Union man.
Jane became a lawyer
working for A.C.L.U.
**** and Jane would often argue
about the causes she pursued.
By now the boys were growing up
and spending time with Dad
Out at Tiger Stadium
they had seats in the grandstand.
It seemed everything was perfect.
Of course everything was not.
**** and Jane fought frequently.
Her career was getting hot.
She no longer had much fun with ****
the passion had grown cold.
Cialis was not invented yet
and **** grew fat and bald.
Jane began to question why
she ever chose to marry.
Jane stopped having fun with ****
Jane now has fun with Sally.
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 6:02 PM UTC
The city is loud with chimneys,
bristling with dimpled sky dishes,
afloat in a dammed lake of sunset fenestration,
beneath unwitnessed, unappreciated clouds,
its streets a grid of flowless canals,
to the music of "Hey, mister, got any change?"
Oh,
but,
when the lights go down,
and the pretty people come out!
and the beef bouncers sort snort the buzzing sequin queen queues
for the sparkle dance houses,
the city,
the city,
can one ever get enough?
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 7:29 PM UTC
the shot didn't work
noticed to late
cities empty
hospitals locked
99% dead 1% infected
the world belongs to the dammed and the dead
every sign that we where hear
no reson to miss us
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
My beautiful Oak stood nobly on its own
It embraced my troubled mind and all my deeds condone
And when its sickly leaves lay crushed upon the soil
They would cushion me in comfort
as Id dream there for awhile
A chainsaw massacre!!! How can this be?
Some dammed blind fool your beauty couldn't see
No passion or affection, this man knows
His love a plastic piece or chalk repose
Things without a life , like this mans heart
He looks upon and calls a work of art
At his uncultured hands, your acquittance bell did tone
To see your life all drained has chilled me to the bone
All my innocence and youth has been severed
with your mighty root
My embittered heart or so it seems
has cursed the man that killed my Oak
And all my dreams
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 4:09 PM UTC
I don't know how it came to be
To have so many holes in me
But here I cry
By and by
Bleeding from the heart
Where so many rivers start.
I cannot explain
This inexorable pain
As I cross this river Styx
Wondering how I'd come to this
But here I am
****** and Dammed
Crying cold tears
Wondering what fate nears.
I remain here with the ferryman
Wondering how I was ever a merry man.
Crying my tears of blood
Just as any man would.
Touched so high in grace
****** for all my race.
So burning is this torment
Yet cold, silent, and dormant.
But I am no betrayer. No, Not yet
No sin increases my fare
Charon does not bring me to that gate
But rather back home to finish my fate.
For I am not dead
And it is not living that I dread.
I have only been shown this torture
So I may avoid it in future.
I have no place in that weeping forest
Just as Dante, I was but a tourist.
But so my sorrow deep and cold
Should not permeate into my old
But rather it shall remain
a past pain.
O I shall remember
these such foul members
But it is that which makes me
Not breaks me.
These are that which become me
For I shall not succumb to these.
And so these folds shall make me
stronger
Till I feels these holes,
These rivers in my heart,
These tears of blood,
This passing of the laurel,
These faults within my ore,
No longer.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
Calmly the river flows
To many creatures, yet unknown.
A place to drink for those who know,
And a place for many to call their home.
The river meanders through the countryside
Like the veins essential to our lives.
Carrying nourishment on which to feed.
Vital to our daily needs.
An abundance of food for man everywhere
And a bounty of salmon for the hungry bear.
But, do not be fooled by its magnificence
For the hidden reality is far more intense.
The river so powerful yet seemingly steady
Barely a sound echoing in the valley.
So very quiet, yet mightily strong,
Silently waiting for victims to come along,
To the river the victims now belong.
But it's in the nature of the beast,
And man tries to tame it
By putting in place
A huge wall of stone
To slow down it's pace,
And in the end, sadly,
It's life, man will take,
And this wonderful life force
Becomes just a still lake.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
The snow was blowing among the trees. In large wet flakes it tumbled down.
My captain turned, as if to speak, but from his lips there came no sound.
A red rose bloomed there on his chest -staining dark the Wehrmacht grey.
I looked in horror as he pitched face forward to the ground.
****** I yelled and ducked for cover. The copse of trees echoed the sound.
Somewhere out there he awaits; the Devil’s son, the cunning foe.
He’s stalked our party for three days yet leaves no footprints in the snow.
I served in France in Forty –one; before these Russians were our foes.
I shiver but it’s not from fear; it’s just that we lack winter clothes.
I motion briskly with my right hand, I think the shooter must be there
my corporal nods and starts to move; perhaps he can outflank this man.
My soul is black for I’ve done some things;
for which I once would have been ashamed.
I saw the Jewess try to shield her babe
as I placed them in a common grave.
This man out there, a warrior; he risks his life upon command.
He is clever, this one, he waits his chance.
Either its him or me that’s dammed.
The drifting snowflakes hide his breath.
But He’s still out there this I know.
My Captain lies still upon the earth
and is slowly covered by the snow.
We are soldiers who risk our lives.
We sacrifice for the Fatherland.
We dream of a woman and a warm bed
Never of Death’s cold clammy hand
My men cry out, the fox is flushed
The ****** has at last been found.
It’s true what they say of the bullet that kills you;
I never even heard the sound.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like we are dams
not dammed, but rivers of emotion held back by concrete
to release feelings in controlled manners to maintain
life that has felt lost.
Breaks and cracks do happen where tender hands can fix
but the storms of many have come and I will overflow.
what scares me is the damage I will do and
whoever has not left will have eyes turned for an answer
to find wreckage, waste and whispers of sorrow
if I had a purpose, I think I might have failed.
I would warn you this will happen but goodbyes b r e a k
p i e c e s
walk on my shoulders once more so I can o f
remember your warmth when water and ice take m e .
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
Time’s up
Times up!
Hollywood says,
glad for sordid Weinstein
for setting up the stage..,
but, please do explain
that there’s a sitting President
who publicly claimed
to grabbing women’s *****
all because he can!
Times up!
but, the script has not been reversed,
the discourse dies a little
every time a women’s story
is subjected to shame.
Time’s up, for who, I ask?
When only the story of the powerful
is being told!
Who will play the little girl
who’s innocence got taken away?
When Barbie is still playing doctor with Ken,
yet no one says, Ken is a grown up man!
Who’s playing the story of the women
who can’t report her husband for ****
How can he **** her? She belongs to him!
Time’s up, I wonder when!
When time is a concept we don’t understand...
and ****** someone gives you
five months in the can?
Time’s up, but who will play the story?
When our original sin starts with parents
who had *** with their offspring’s!!
Shiit, Adam and Eve...
you really are dammed,
damming us to perpetual violence
to the very ones we give birth!!
Time’s up! It’s really inspiring.
I hope that legislatively
it creates an impact.
I hope parents all over the earth
begin to openly talk to their children
about molestation and ****
We all know the math...
90% of all **** is perpetuated by someone
you’ve already met!
Time’s up!
The phone’s ringing....
in the time I wrote this script,
someone else was already *****
LeydisProse
1/7/2018
https://m.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
#timesup **** #metoo #notonemore
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
A brook runs through my Grandmas farm,
That used to carry gold.
My Grandpa
-Benjamin-
Did not yield the land,
To the British, who wanted it dammed.
In 1968, they took him in,
To have his appendix removed,
And Grandma never remarried.
My Aunt Alice,
Was a witch.
She flew in on broomsticks
We never saw,
But heard in the barn,
Where she parked.
She brought foreign sweets that didn’t
Crack our lips,
And told us naughty jokes.
-Oh Pope the *******
Please pass the Custard!-
We’d squeal and never tell,
And feel all grown up and,
Conspiratorial.
Grandma says she died running with
The wrong pack,
That she was knocked from the sky,
By a cross.
Later we learned,
It was a broken heart that did it, that
Grandma wouldn’t accept a,
Jewish man in the house,
So she killed herself.
Mary was dead when we got here,
Her tree is the prettiest.
It’s a large yellow poplar that
Trembles in the slightest breeze.
She was a violinist,
A frail, little thing, who
Is fading away in family photographs.
Irridescent sparrows trill,
Beautiful harmonies,
From skinny branches,
Shielded by the most delicate,
Drooping fronds.
You see, my Grandmother has three beautiful trees,
Growing in her garden,
One for Benjamin, one for Alice, one for Mary.
My grandmother used to sit under these trees.
They’re feeding off the bones she says.
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 4:26 PM UTC
Superhero heavyweights
Alter ego misfits
Scandalous fall from grace
Public pain and private parties
Golden idol ego trips
Wrath of God
Not wrath of Kahn
Read a book
Take a look around
Stop flying high
Indestructible
Too messed up to see
The damage done
Idolaters be dammed
First commandment
Godless society
Superhero wannabes
Glory and the fame
Microscopes
Expand the putrid that make-up cannot mask
Everybody’s business
Do as you say not as you do
Becomes, monkey see monkey do
Flying high without a net
Newbies falling from the sky
That is not empowerment
Luck is not strategy
And life is not a game
Find importance
Both within and without
Then dawn your cape
And fly away
To help your fellow man
Not just your selfish greed
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 5:31 AM UTC
I built my own cage,
I’m the designer of
my own prison
I twisted the metal till my hands bled
working every wire into a bar
I fastened every bolt and every *****
meticulously trapping myself there
I marked you as my salvation
and the truth is you were only a
figment of my imagination
I controlled this place
you were not my executioner
and I’m free to leave
so free
but i can’t
if you asked me to stay
I would be dammed to say no
one cadence
one word
one syllable
stay.
thats all the effort you’d ever have to put in
tell me that magic phrase
Ill lock this door behind me
forever.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
I'm not perfect, i'v made my mistakes.
I regret my past and fear the future.
The world is cursed, and it cries with the pain of loss and rejection.
Betrayal
Lies
Adultery
Love
Pawns in a game played by the heart.
Truth
Loyalty
Passion
Hope
Allusions conjured by the clouded and misguided.
Depraved souls
Dammed from birth
Humanity is dieing
Crumbling away
Loosing the battle
To an enemy seen only by reflection
Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 6:02 AM UTC
Filled, for no reason,
with hate and anger,
and the only way,
the only way to let it go is through
these god **** tears that keep
falling as though there is
nothing on this dammed Earth that
can stop them and you just keep
thinking this is stupid, you have
no reason to cry or be angry and
feel like your nothing because you
are something, you honest to god
have every right to exist even if
you don't agree with it right now so
how about you ignore yourself, just
let things go like these irregular
lines and **** like that, it really
doesn't matter all that much at least that's
what you should be telling yourself instead
of writing a **** poem which means nothing
to anyone else but yourself but I guess
in a sense that is poetry to some and to others
this is just a rant and they can say
'fuck off.'
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 2:20 PM UTC
Struggling inhaling
A swelling, current
Mix of malaise and
Iridescent rays
Whipping within my 6th
To 2nd -
Is this normal
It’s not
Meditation shouldn’t be
This ***** filling
Royalling current of **** -
God, what happened to the bliss?
The breathing in until peace
Amidst a storm
External;
What did I do to deserve this
Everything -
It’s all spread in;
Sins, loves, memories
The currents of the past
Slamming against my dammed
For too long
Now spring 4th
Only by being
Here;
May I come to
Know these pieces
Long repressed
In armors rusted shut;
This is spiritual lubricant
It’s ******* me hard
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
When they say 'I got your back',
make sure they don't have
a knife in their hand.
It feels like I'm
just a dog and
I've only dug up
one more
bone of contention.
When I say
I'd like to
give you
a knuckle
sandwich,
I know it's
not for the best
even though
it's true,
in the end,
I'm like the robot
flying the drone
unmaned,
I've got ******
behind
these sunglasses,
so I end up
throwing up
my arms
and settle with
pounding sand.
You ask; "What's your problem?"
While I stand among
the stars,
And I shout out,
"too many to mention."
I have bought
and sold
the Farm.
When I grew ill
and had to
leave my job,
you treated it like,
I was a lazy *******
You had me
by the *****
yea,
that *** got stirred.
I was so
'on fire'
with anger.
You stood there
with a bellows
fanning
the flames.
I got your number,
I know your game.
After knowing you
more than a decade,
being there
to look after your kids
while you
went out and drank away
the money
I loaned you,
all the while trying
to get yourself laid.
Man I played the fool.
I miss the kids,
and the 'should of dids',
as for you, you can go to hell.
Like the carcus
of a rotting animal
you give off
such a strong sickening smell.
**** the "Glade",
**** the
keeping all the
doors and windows open.
I'm going out
to have a drink,
What a weight
off of my shoulders.
Get lost
because
just got paid,
I'll be dammed
if once again
I'll let myself
get made.
© 2013
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC