"definately" poems
The globalization
Once thought to be an important aspect
To connect the world
To diverse the world
Has been only a part success
And of course, a success to be
In a way people are connected
In the enchanting world of ours
Rising the common world consciousness
Rising and rising and rising
A day by day and day
The knowledge domain, a gigantic trip
Profoundly majestic experience uplifting people
Remarkably
All over the world diminishing the differences
Differences humans suppose to believe
Differences that drew humanity backwards
The differences mostly set by identitities
Identities in terms of nationality
In terms of religion, caste and creed
As we observe, differences softening them boundaries
A good thing as seen
Manifested due to globalization
Only possible due to global reach
Just possible due to connection in large scale
Diminishing are those differences as they don’t fit
Don't fit to the consciousness of the world
To the rising consciousness of the world now
More the fire it sets the plank to burn faster
Happening for good for sure, I believe
On the contrary differences too
In the verse of diminishing the truth
It contradicts the positivity
As see in the world today is extremism
Yes extremism happens to exist
If it exists for a long period
A whole long period of time
In the years to come
Is definately calling for absurdity
Which humans may not want to percieve
The adversities of the impact of globalization
Leading a chance for the high level corporates
To the world to have access to the marketplace
All over the world
Leading to a state of consumerism
To the people
People becoming more and more consumers
They are being brainwashed
For them to buy goods
That global industries produce
People are running after the products
****** consumers
****** sheeps
Those multinationals
And shark headed corporates
Are producing and manufacturing
The high headed corporates
The pigs are manipulating
Are brainwashing people
The sheeps are diverted towards it
The people
The only agenda is to gain more
And more profit only
By making the people slaves of themselves
And slaves of their products
And believe it
Coke and Pepsi may be
Right hand and a left hand
But the Coke and Pepsi both are the same
The very debate which is better is
Helping the corporates to sale
By making their brains washed away
Consumers
Sheeps
Brainwashed
In a sense they are enjoying
The debate they argue upon
And they are unaware
And they are manipulated
Knowingly and unknowingly
More often knowingly
****** sheep slaves
Another adjoining thing
most of the governments in the world
Are being run by the aid
Of the corporates
Only have a selfish agenda
And strategy to sale
Products, thoughts and philosophy
More and more and more
****** pigs
Brainwashing minds of the people
The sheeps
Having a streak of global consumerism
Selfish bunch of pigs
And the brainwashed sheeps
Say hell ya
F***king hell ya
F***k off
Get out'a here
****** freaks
Pigs and Sheeps
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
This isn't a love that can be
Put on speaker phone.
We're far too silly for that.
Easily saying the first thing that
Comes to mind.
One moment to the next,
Stunned slience.
Phone etiquette thrown out the window.
This isn't a love that can be sat down.
Kept between an ear and a shoulder.
The amount of time it takes for someone to leave the room.
Conducted in civil manner.
Attempting not to shout,
Completely losing train of thought.
Not sure of validation,
Our voices raise a bit.
By now you should know we shouldn't have to limit ourselves like that.
Denying a freedom that connects us to whom we truly are.
Our quirks, general weirdness.
The crazy looks from those around.
The laughs that get funnier each moment that passes.
By now you should know that we are the complete definition of crazy.
Often appearing in person,
Before one of us can hang up.
Laughing hysterically,
Continuing the conversation
At any given time or place.
This definately isn't a love that
Can be placed on speaker phone
If we have to applogize for what we say.
Afraid to be who we really are.
Isolated from who we truly are
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
I've seen this girl named Ana, she's pretty thin and tall, she has the smallest frame and not a single flaw.
I've met this girl named Ana, she introduced herself today. She seems so very nice and kind, she says she wants to stay.
I know this girl named Ana, she's so perfect and its true, I'm so fat compared to her, but shell make me skinny too.
I'm friends with this girl named Ana, I've started eating less, hating the person in the mirror, my lifes become a mess.
My bestfriend is this girl named Ana, I want her to always stay. All my other friends have left but she will never stray.
The only one I listen too is Ana, she's so mart and full of advice, I'm starting to get smaller. My health is my only sacrifice.
I'm scared of this girl named Ana, I can't get her out of my head. It finally accured to me, she wants me dead.
I hate this girl named Ana, she makes my life a living hell. Someone please hear my silent screams, cause she won't let me tell.
My worst enemy is this girl named Ana, she's a demon in my head, she seemed so nice at first but I was definately mislead.
I'm a prisonner to this girl named Ana, I'm captive to her will, I can't help to do what she says, how can I be so fat, still ?
My murderer is this girl named Ana, she starved me to my grave. My heart finally stopped beating, I just couldn't continue being brave..
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
Shot a rabbit two days ago, it was a good shot taken at distance from height. The rabbit died instantly, it had been digging holes in my lawns, it had to go.
I watched it die and I had cause to ponder the death from a religious angle, where believers say we go to another place when we die?
I know where this rabbit went, he went into my vegetable garden, buried deep with all the other varmints and critters that have crossed my path.
Over the years we, (my wife and I), have turned that patch of barren volcanic ash into a wondrous source of lettuce, potatoes, onions, rhubarb, tomatoes and leek..by adding the carbonaceous remnants of not only these creatures but of composted vegetation, seaweed and selected fertilizers. We also grow the most beautiful roses and deliahs and crysanthemums you will ever come across.
And do you know...in the dark of night other little rabbits and bugs and things come out and nibble those very creations...unaware that they are completing the circle of being.
This is the true spirit of creation, as I see it, where deep in the garden, the motes of nutrition transmogrify beneficially from one entity to another, eventually, for the common good of all.
This is the basis of my belief. Feet on the ground...
What is....most definately is!
M.
Taranaki NZ
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
Sugar strikes us down
You see everyone will have so many spoonfuls of sugar in
Certain foods and drinks
Like Coke and donuts and tomato and BBQ sauce
And Mountain Dew is definately not dew of the mountains it has caffeine and sugar in it
And the brain says have sugar cause it gives us energy well it is just fake energy
I used to drink a big bottle of Coke doing a poetry concert on YouTube and despite I might have felt happy if was just fake happy
I like the colours of pizza and Coke and hamburgers and loliies and other soft drinks but the colours mean nothing
I developed obesity
Because the sugar in my diet was too much
I ate a big rolly poly cake
And every Easter I like the big chocolate bunny
In 2013 I was running to burn all the sugar but I ate more sugar to build up my weight when or if I stopped running
I didn't really feel good great
At the poetry Slam sure I read my poem and was cheered off the stage but I felt very itchy and tired and yes everyone liked me and they thought I was cool but I had cracked feet and tinnea on my feet and now I have exthma on my legs I was very unhealthy
My brain was telling me I need sugar it gives me energy and Coke adds life to your day
Well that is a bunch of crap
Especially when aborigines eat healthy food can give on to sucrose and fructose but then again I did and I got obesity
I have just made a choice to start working with a personal trainer who told me to watch a show called that sugar film teaching me that sugar can really dominate your life in foods you will never think had it but junk food is bad
I could relate to one boy who wanted to get dentures after having very unhealthy teeth
But the pain of the dentist drill
Forced him to rethink his decision still wanting to have soft drink
Even the party drink in alcohol would be bad for you because they can have sugar as well and you can party with water which might be better and you can also have a berry which makes things sweeter like a lemon and a chilli and apple cider vinegar
But sugar is in that berry
You can bet your ****** oath
You see sugar is the big bad wolf of the diet world
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC
WHAT A COOL YOUNG DUDE INVENTION
HAVING BEER COME FROM THE UNDERGROUND, OH YEAH, HOW RAD
HAVING BEER COME FROM THE UNDERGROUND
TO HAVE THE WORLD TEASE MY DEAR OLD DAD
AS HE IS TRYING TO RELAX, BUT THIS IDEA IS COOL
YA SEE IN BELGUIM THE STREETS ARE SO, BAD
RUNNING THE BEER UNDERGROUND, YEAH THAT SOUNDS RAD
YA SEE I COULD CAUSE KIDDIES PRACTICING TO DIG
A HOLE IN THE GROUND, AND GET AT IT A BIT
BUT WHY WORRY ABOUT THAT, IT ISN’T AS SILLY AS IT SOUNDS
AUSTRALIA LOVES BEER, WHY NOT DO IT FOR US
IT COSTS MONEY, I AM NO DUMMY
IT IS A COOL YOUNG DUDES INVENRTON, MAN
PARTY PARTY PARTY PARTY ON DUDES
I THINK PERSONALLY, IT WILL BE COOL
BREAK NO RULES, YEAH BEER TRAVELLING UNDERGROUND
WILL WORK HERE, JUST TRY IT OH ****** DEAR
YEAH THIS IS A COOL THING, LIKE AMERICAN IDOLS ADAM LAMBERT JOINING QUEEN
HERE THE BEER TRAVELS UNDERGROUND, UNDERGROUND UNDERGROUND
YEAH THE BEER TRAVELS UNDERGROUND, TO AVOID THE RICKEDY OLD STREETS OF BELGUIM, DUDE
IT’S THE KIND OF THING YA WANT IN AUSTRALIA, MAN AUSTRALIA, MAN AUSTRALIA, MAN
IT’S DEFINATELY THE THING IN AUSTRALIA MAN
YEAH IT’S A YOUNG DUDE INVENTION, AND IT MUST ****** WORK, DEAR
I DO ART, THAT’S MY YOUNG DUDE, YEAH, AND I AM PARTYING WITH COKE, OH YEAH
I USED TO BE THE TYPE TO DRINK A BEER, I GAVE UP WASN’T WORKING
BUT DON’T ****** WELL COPY ME, CAUSE I AM A LOST CAUSE TO THE CONSERVOS
MY YOUNG DUDE IS, PUTTING METHANE BACK TO EARTH, TO HEAL OUR HEALTH REFORM HEALTH REFORM HEALTH REFORM
MY YOUNG DUDE WANTS TO USE METHANE TO HEAL MY HEALTH REFORM
WHILE MY DAD IS SAYING, HE HAS NO YOUNG DUDE, AND FORCING YOUNG DUDES TO SAY
YOOUT NOT A COOL KID, DON’T MUCK WITH ME, BUDDY
I SAY, HOW ABOUT THE UNDERGROUND BEER, MATEY, HOW ABOUT THE UNDERGROUND BEER, SIR
BELGUIM, IS GOING TO BE RADICAL, DUDE
THE BEER WILL TRAVEL THROUGH THE UNDERGROUND OF BELGUIM UNDERGROUND OF BELGUIM
UNDERGROUND OF BELGUIM
THE BEER WILL TRAVEL THROUGH THE UNDERGROUND OF BELGUIM
WE SHOULD DO THAT IN AUSTRALIA, MATE
QUEEN HAVE A NEW SINGER, ADAM LAMBERT, AND BELGUIM HAS BEER ON THE UNDERGROUND
THE COOL YOUNG DUDES LIKE ME IN THE 1980S, ARE RETURNING, BUDDY OLE BOY OLE PAL
PARTY PARTY PARTY PARTY
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
Waves rolling
Frothy deep blue crashing
He's laughing at the simplicity of their being
Shes smiling
Ever so slight, ever so lying
For the sunset's light
She smiles
He's holding her hand
Shes blushing
Theyre sitting in the sand
While in the land of milk and honey
Shes laughing
But hes definately not funny
The days coming short
He's ready to go
But she knows
That because things are moving so slow
He wont come back
So now hes gone
She looks on
Waves rolling
Frothy deep blue crashing
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Oh, how it looks so appealing
This ******** you keep feeding
Your pretend act of loyalty and truth
Just to bait me into opening up to you.
In a desperate attempt to woo me....
You continue to be caught up in lies
This anger I'm feeling is real
You've been caught and lost your appeal.
Why must you make me feel??
When everything you say is not real??
Such a waste of time and tears
Yet, you continue to burn me and now I feeol fear.
Fire plus Fire equals an iunquenchable inferno
So , I'm spraying it down with truth filled water
Tell-tale signs of past experiences of abuse and misery
My discernment now clear and my eyes can now see.
You need to accept that it is all done now
We've said our final good-byes
Hope she was worth losing me
**** you for making me cry.
I'll ask you this once, my dear
Stay away from me, I' m making this clear.
My flesh leads me astray
But I'm making this clear today.
I seek someone who cares,
So, let me get out of your way.
No longer blinded, now able to see
You are definately not the man for me.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
Chest to chest,
Sweat on sweat.
Moans loud and sloppy,
Faces wrinkled in pure ecstacy.
"Gerard" Frank moaned,
And didn't hide his pleasure.
He dug his nails into Gerards bare hips,
Definately leaving a mark.
**** some more" Gerard groaned, and thrusted harder.
The headboard smashing against the wall,
And the neighbours shouting.
"I'm almost there" Frank yelled,
And pulled Gerard hard.
A few moments,
And Gerard was done.
Gerard rolled off of Frank,
Without a care in the world.
"I'm going to work" Gerard said,
And pulled on his clothes.
"B-but, you don't have to be in for an hour.."
Gerard grabbed Frank harshly by the hair,
And pinned him down.
He smirked down at the younger man,
And harder in love Frank fell.
"But you're my ****
And you know you love it."
Frank thought for a second,
And well,
**** it.
"I'm a bad little boy,
With no heart left,
Or soul.
Just ruin me Gee,
Take my body through hell."
Frank bit his bottom lip,
And looked at Gerard.
He was smirking,
And blushing hard.
"Yeah,
You're right little boy.
Now get on your knee's,
And at least have a try."
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
Colossal, climactic clouds
Caught in a canopy of blue
Clear.
Cascading.
Calming.
Captures eyes within it's countless hues.
A blue of such hue my mind never once knew
Least that's what i felt
And it definately felt true.
Simultaneously I see sudden shooting sunlight
A seamlessly stupendous splendor, it stammers my senses
It shines, shimmers, sinks into my supple skin.
My Stimulations soaking; I submit from within
I succumb.
I smirk.
I think and say
'Surrounded by shivering delight, Surely I am safe today!'
Least, that is what it felt to be true.
But as if i actually knew.
Whilst waning wrapping waves
Of whipping white-water
Washes out to a wide horizon
Willingly captures my once wandering eyes.
Wait though.
It's all sinking in now. Woe.
Weeping with what I wanted to be joy
I wail
I whisper 'Where does the water start, and the sky begin?'
And that question, triggers it within.
The last word really
Begin.
When did this begin?
And a blanket of black, blinding blankness, descends.
I blame
I whimper
I whisper
'Did it really have to end?'
But it has the better of me now.
And harsh reality I cannot shake.
I wake.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
A complicated conception.
Devastate my childhood. Corruption defiles ghetto neighborhoods.
Law enforcement never does what they should. Hopeless, sick, enraging, & shameless where I stood.
Probation violations they definately would. Patrolling *** offenders because they could.
No one in the system of courts cares or understood.
They don't believe my words, go unheard.
My tears are not a faucet to turn off & on.
Our trauma & sadness was real.
My feelings they can not feel.
My underage *** is illegal not for any pervert to steal.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
So one day i came across this chat
which made me feel so flat
I confronted you and you said it was all a lie
but it kept buzzing in my head like a fly
When you told me , i thought we could be more than friends
but i realized it was only the beginning of the end
we were so close when we first started
and then we walked away , i guess we are forever parted
You gave me love and i wanted more
but you were definately an d uterly worth fighting for .
i gave you love , it was more than enough
and those fights we had i wont lie they were tough
Im really sorrry
this is very blurry
Im giving you a warning
to think of what we are becoming
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
Are you worth it?
worth the severing of my heart from my body?
worth the constant wonder of self worth?
or the constant late nights of crying?
or the constant early rising to check messages and end up readin the old ones?
Are you worth the heartache I would gain if I ever opened my heart to love you again?
Are you worth my time of day to worry if you still care?
If you still think of me every moment of your day?
If you still love me too?
Are you worth it?
No, you are definately not worth it.
Not worth the time of day it takes to care about what it would takes to get you back.
Your ddefinately not worth the pain.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
She had the face of a doll
She had the body of a dancer
She had sunkissed skin and deep brown eyes as though she saw through layers of rich chocolate
She was as delicate as fine China
She was as kind as a sweet old lady
She was very young though, too young to be as beautiful as she was
The prettiest flowers are always picked first
By picked we don't understand that this means ripping the flower away from the earth and taking its life away too
And even at such a young age she was definately picked
She was bullied
She was abused
And with each insult and each rumour a wall was slowly built
Brick by brick
Her kindness quickly faded away
For how else was she supposed to protect herself
And they wonder why the prettiest are the meanest.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
With this mind I hereby wed,
This I do before I'm dead,
In hopes that you will love me, too,
This confirmation I give to you.
In case dear death should be here soon,
I give you the heavens and the sumptous moon,
And pulling down the sky to soon reveal,
That all is fair in loving and hearts to steal.
Your hand so firmly grasped in mind,
Tonight you'll see some magic we find,
We will most definately so melt together,
We'll soar like eagles, birds of a feather.
So, tell dear Mother and Father at home,
You know you'll travel with me alone,
We'll search the world for a place to stay,
The world's our oyster at Oyster Bay.
Then step aside you detractors and fools,
My passion for you, no doubt won't cool,
We'll love like school children of long ago,
Take love so lingering and lasting slow.
May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
I may not be the best,
But I am definately different from the rest.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
Was that a knock on the bedroomj door
in fact two he was sure.
A chill ran through his body instantly
sitting up in bed instinctively.
Not a believer in spirits or any god.
thinking he was a silly old sod.
Staring at his own white painted door
he placed bare feet on floor.
Putting dressing gown on feeling cold
moving forward rather bold.
In the dim light did the handle turn
the stomach acid began to burn.
This was daft for the first time afraid
wishing in his bed he had stayed.
With a deep breath ****** open the door
in the dark a shadow he saw.
It vanished with no sound being heard
then noises in the kitchen stirred.
Turning every light on he could reach
there came a high pitched screech.
Yet still nothing was at all visible to him
now the mood was getting grim.
As he stood shocked in the well lit room
in the roof space came a boom.
At this point he could take no more
and ran out the front door.
The night was warm as he looked inside
a figure stared out he cried.
It was himself a dark shadow came behind
then he was gone phasing his mind.
Shouting out he awoke shaking in bed
staring at the door was he dead?
Soon it was obvious he was definately not
as up in his bed he shot.
On the painted door there was a knock
frozen in a state of shock.
What will happen next?
The Foureyed Poet.
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 12:20 PM UTC
***You can't
You couldn't
You won't
and you wouldn't***
*But I need help
Not your help
not yours either
Definately not your help
You couldn't
But I need help
It's a bit much
A lot much
More than I want much
I shouldn't
I just need help
Should ask him what's up
Maybe get him to talk
He can trust me
No you shouldn't
I hope you wouldn't
He doesnt
He can't talk
He can't trust you
He just needs help*
***You can't
You couldn't
You won't
and you wouldn't***
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
Change
I am tradition
A creature of habit
All white; no shady grays
Definately set in my ways
I fear the colors of change
and the silent unknowns
I am sometimes an
uncompromisable bag of bones
But what if...
What if I was to change
to eat the words
I can so easily dish out
To change the way I think
about whatever your upset about
To become once again
the flower you fell in love with once
instead of the unbending branch
I have become
I have hurt you I know
however unintentionally so
But I'm telling you now
I'm not ready to let go
Give me the chance
to turn things around
to remind you of all the
sweet things that keep us
tightly bound
Let me show you
that I too
can change
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
IN WORLD......
WANT TO BELIEVE?
BELIEVE IN GOD
WANT TO FIGHT?
FIGHT WITH YOUR BAD MANNERS
WANT TO BE A GOOD FRIEND?
BE A GOOD FRIEND OF YOUR ENEMY
WANT TO DECREASE?
DECREASE OTHERS PROBLEMS
WANT TO INCREASE?
INCREASE OTHERS HAPPINESS
WANT TO RE-BORN?
RE-BORN THROUGH MEDITATION
WANT TO SLAP?
SLAP YOUR BAD ATTITUDE
WANT TO CLAP?
CLAP FOR YOUR HONESTY
WANT TO CRY?
CRY ON YOUR FOOLNESS
WANT TO GRIN?
GRIN ON YOUR INTELLIGENCE
WANT TO CATCH?
CATCH YOUR MISTAKES
WANT TO LEAVE?
LEAVE YOUR FAKES
WANT TO LAUGH?
LAUGH ON YOURSELF
WANT TO BE GREAT?
BE GREAT WITH YOUR CONFIDENCE
AND
WANT TO SUCCESS?
SUCCESS WITH YOUR HARDWORK
IF YOU LIKE FOLLOW THIS ALL IN YOUR LIFE
AND DEFINATELY YOUR LIFE WILL CHANGE INTO PARADISE
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
I need someone who can see my broken mask
Who can see the rips and tears and love my vices
Fill these crevices with a magic cure-all
Something that perhaps isn't natural
Something that definately isn't mine
All these parts of me expand and collapse
I'm left broken and yet whole
I am multiples that are whole
I am many trapped within the one
Parts of us hide away in the bottoms of wells
Parts of us play stories that the world wishes us to tell
Because not only would I be to heavy for them to carry
I am to fragile for anyone to see
The weight of a glance is like the fist of man
Instead of pain and bruises
It's humilation and revelation
Each and every rouse layed upon the table
Each little miss represented fact shown as fable
I would be left to face the monster that I am
I already know that the mirror image is not what I long to be
I am a mermaid longing for land
I am a free girl wishing to be trapped
I am everything that I don't want to have
I want someone to wisk it away
I need a captor and a prince
Jun 4, 2010
Jun 4, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
I am sorry mother
I am sorry father
I never meant to make you worry, or to cause you pain,
I realise that whilst I may have been thinking, it was not with my brain.
"I came back a brand new me you helped see me through" - Eminem
I have had my ups and ive definately had my downs.
Its time I smiled through the frowns and watch as my hopelessness drowns.
~ Every dawn is a new day ~
Hold me tight, in physical comfort or in metaphorical essence, hold me close to your heart and forgive me for being so lost
I love you
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
I hate when people,
Ask if I'm OK.
When all I want is
For them to go away.
But when they insist,
I cant help but say
that I'm definately OK.
The questioning looks,
The mumbled comments
behind my back,
When I look at them,
They turn away
I am not OK.
I always wonder
How they can do this,
Tear peoples lives
Apart, without so much
As a word to their
broken, dead heart.
If someone asks
I will say that
I am Definately OK.
It has almost become
A ritual, 'cause I want
Them to go away.
If and when they ask,
You know what I will say.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
I wanted to shut myself off from reality.
To escape from myself most definately.
But be careful you don't end up like me,
or bill collectors will sue you eventually.
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 10:06 PM UTC