"demos" poems
There's a letter that I'll never
Deliver to you girl you left a mess in my world,
And now things in my bedroom
Remind me of you..
See there are old cd's I burned
And paper planes crashed by the door
And song lyrics spilled on the floor
I should probably clean it all up but
A part of me just won't forget us
You must have been pretty special
Cause these days, I try not to be so sentimental..
Did you get the memo?
I've been recording demos
And someday in December,
I'll record a single'
Just you wait.
I'm not going anywhere but up,
Though things in my bedroom remind me of you, I actually don't give a ****
I'm just bringing all of this up
Because, I thought it'd be nice
To spare you a thought, and a poem
Every now and then...
Oh **** we used to be the best of friends
And in my journals there's evidence
Man its been a while and you're still relevant..
So for the hell of it
Let's raise a glass....
Oh in my room theres a few birthday cards
But as the years go on, i get less and less of those
And theres a lava lamp, thats pretty small.. But thats okay
Cause its next to my cd player thats still playing my first mixtape..
So oh yeah, let's raise a glass..
To the person I am today,
Darling you said we all have to change
Well if i did, it came from a place of pain..
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
what meanings truth and justice had
we've understood and will not pass
that bill was paid at stalingrad
(not the first time) and we are glad
to see reflected in the glass
what meanings truth and justice had
in eyes that are forever sad
seeing the bones beneath the grass
that bill was paid at stalingrad
for generations good and bad
by that immense levée-en-masse
(what meanings truth and justice had)
so demos spoke and thus forbade
the foolish claims of herrenrass
that bill was paid at stalingrad
so many folk might think us mad
to speak of mankind as one class
what meanings truth and justice had
that bill was paid at stalingrad
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
My depression is a shape shifter
Some days it can be as big as a lion
And others it can be as small as a bee
On the good days I can feel happy and free like a weight has been lifted from god knows what
But on the bad days... god the bad days
It can feel like the world is against me, i wake up and my body tells me no. I go to school and avoid everyone because I know I will either hurt them or myself like I constantly do. it's not just physical pain either it's emotional pain that never stops like someone constant telling me I'm worthless.I'm ugly.
Why are you here?!? I ask myself
Why did god put me here just to torture me
And on these days a little bit inside of me shrivels up and dies
It's like smoking, the first time it's not that bad but after a while your lungs start collapsing, slowly dying inside of you without you knowing until it's too late to change it.
On the bad days I lie to everyone and say I'm fine
IM FINE!
Are you actually kidding me! Do you honestly believe that I'm fine?
Look at my arms and my legs
Do you not see them scars do you not see that my only way of me not killing myself is to control my physical pain because clearly my emotional pain is out of control.
On the bad days it's like a downwards spiral which I don't know when it will stop or if it ever will.
On the bad days I don't know if I will beat my battle I don't know if I will **** my demos
But I hope and I pray that one day. One day someone will see how actually messed up I am.
How can they not see it already!
It's not going to be until I try and **** myself that you or someone else will actually work it out!
I. Don't. Want. To. Be. Here.
I. Want. To. Die.
But then I don't
If that's my only way out I'll take it but I don't want to
Mum say " I just want you to be happy"
How! How can I be happy when most days I feel like there's no point, everyone hates me any way so what's the point!
You don't understand.
My depression is a shapeshifter.
I hope one day you will work it out
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
tinyurl-dot-com/d-m-latest-poems
That's a shortcut to my poemhunter poems.
The search my poems option helps ME find my poems.
Visit the standard webpage or the print-friendly text version.
The end of October 2013 has meant quite a few poems were added.
Some were about the Stephen Gayford wildlife prints.
They are being sold on UK TV's Shopping channels.
I visit their websites and view the images and watch the TV demos.
Since joining hellopoetry, I visited several members' blogs and websites.
I've also visited the youtube-dot-com website to see members' videos.
My Stephen Gayford blog is here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
I've checked Google for any websites that have used my poetry.
The images search also found lots of fantastic websites, too.
The deviantart-dot-com website features lots of fantasy art images.
They can lead poets to brand new poetry description ideas.
Just use the search site option for a desired poetry topic.
My Fantasy Art click-a-pic slideshow has some Superhero artwork,
view the wonderful galleries here: jennifersjpgs-dot-shows-dot-it
and some of my Superhero poems have been published based on these.
The Google image 'my name' search found lots of images like never before.
Regards, Denis Martindale.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
it doesn't have to be
perfect.
you're cutting demos
not diamonds.
i'm creating paragraphs
not parachutes.
she's drawing pictures
not pistols.
he's constructing bookshelves
not buildings.
we're making differences
not disasters.
we don't have to be
perfect
to be
poets.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
Maiden, maiden, maiden, a depilidate mobious minaret –
Holical, Eris begs an atlatl defection, the
Genuis-from-Mars technique – an erathicus lecanopteris.
Suffretex, past-perfection in pastel gloxinia,
Glowingly acidic and shiftingly glossidic, it’s cosmaltry mariala;
Ungual outmoded, holonym singing Aquilar rapax as demiurge.
Demos and Phobos weep, coruscating terrathos, killing riva.
Swell quickly, optic ophidia, lest the ira florena rise –
Rise, maiden, rise optic ophidia, ignore Irredelphine!
Strut the hematacolpa and pace-willow, but fail flow:
Deciduous telechir beckons, demanding autobogotic-hajra.
Piss-venom and picea hovea, eche verri naught echo –
Beta-decay and COBOL error, fandango with teeth
And sing praise for Eucladanic soignè solaris
Sprint quick, maiden-solidago gesparisè, to Misra pourum!
Majerns and hapax, death-knell aloud and encelia,
Enfloranè, haste! Enatic haste tichodrome, flee, anise!
Apios, harken: tryst-sans-thermobic sweeping of thresher-thrown,
Little-low else yet achroma, de-jubilance:
Fall fairly, ayah! So to be so, blanking systemic,
A thousand steps for one death.
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 12:25 PM UTC
“But my chief argument in defence of **** An-shih is that…
he retired from the Court decisively, ignored all recalls, and
took to the mountains to write poetry of no political
significance whatever.”
– David Warren on the poet-philosopher **** An-Shih
Recusancy is not pious quietism;
In silence it is a brave voice withdrawn
From pompous Kratos’ halls of treachery
From screaming Demos’ marketplace of noise
And up into the silent hills to save
Something of civilization, to sing
Matins among the mountain mists, to write
A page in praise of Creation, to live -
Recusancy is not quietism at all;
It is a firm rebuke to tyranny
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
A palavra amor é mágica e exala perfume em todas as suas vertentes. O amor não pode servir de veículo para conseguir aquilo que se pode fazer ou através dele obter. ?
O amor que vivemos neste mundo é sermos felizes e fazer os outros também. Existem amores que se complementam, que unem raças, religiões, pessoas, e que acima de tudo prevalecem mesmo depois da morte.
Um amor sem contrapartidas, sem limites, sem contratos que parecem ofuscar a leveza do amor. Existem amores nobres, solidários, palpáveis, celestiais, universais que nos faz pensar, sempre sentir o verdadeiro significado do amor. Existem tantos acontecimentos na nossa sociedade em que o ser humano procura desmesuradamente um trabalho fácil, um abraço, um obrigado, um amor amigo. O ser humano se abandona por vezes ao capricho de ser amado, bajulado sem no entanto, se aperceber que o amor é algo muito bem mais importante, grandioso aos olhos de todos aqueles que se dedicam com pureza aos outros seres.
Por vezes nada podemos fazer para conseguir amar quem queremos amar...
Demos voltas e voltas e procuramos amigos, amor em tantos deleites que o mundo nos oferece materialmente. Deixámos o amor espiritual num patamar nunca lembrado. As crianças têm uma grande predisposição para dar um beijo, um salto, um abraço, um sorriso, para dar amor de uma forma livre, linda e gratuita. Elas são puras, sinceras, choram , riem, prostestam e amam descaradamente tudo o que as rodeia. Vêem nos animais ternura, carinho, e porque não amor....
Existem algumas pessoas que não deixam entrar nelas o verdadeiro significado da palavra amor. Existem tantos acontecimentos na nossa vida em que o amor se manifesta de uma forma muito simples e familiar: casamento, baptizado, comunhão, morte ...
Amor parece existir desde sempre. Quantas noites na vida do ser humano parece que tudo se perdeu!
Até o próprio amor se consome, se esvazia como um balão de ar que rebenta com uma alfinetada. O amor é uma arte de se comprometer com tudo o que existe, com o universo preciso, e respeitar as leis sublimes de um Deus Criador?
Tantos seres humanos que parecendo insignificantes tem tanto amor para dar, para partilhar. Nascemos e nem sequer sabemos se foi por amor ou por um desejo egoísta da busca de simples prazer....
O amor deveria ser um elevar da alma, uma força poderosa de tudo conciliar e amar.
Com amor
Victor Marques
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
If fathers teach their sons the art of shaving,
shouldn't mothers teach their daughters the intricacy of doing and undoing bras?
Unfortunately, this world isn't a utopia for gender role demos,
so I'd appreciate it if you didn't laugh at me
while I fumble to get you *******
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
Pan - all
Demos - people
Everyone touched and fiddled with
tricked, cut, broken and hauled
across coals that hurt directly
or by degrees
More pernicious than a novel virus,
exposed to the utter selfishness
of folk who won’t even cover their mouths to cough
or at best will wear a cloth across their mouths
but leave their noses to bleed casual indifference
I want to love my fellow man and see them as allies
so I struggle to suppress my surprise
that too many would claw and fling
sad corpses of different colours or origins
to the rising tide
just to stay unhappily dry, never mind alive
Disposable gloved hands stretched out with open hearts,
basic ***** hygiene and an even playing field
are a tiny ask for all
Take a deep (covered) breath,
be deaf to the filthy fear peddlers
who try to cling to power
by screaming vitriol and division
one tweet and cable TV show at a time
and reach instead for the sublime and silly brilliance
of being human
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
you say you stand for democracy,
but do you really know the meaning of the word?
you tell me he was a dictator, yes there were 18 elections, but all of them were rigged, he was corrupt,
but tell me,
is not this system worse?
where a party can only stand if it has the money to launch a campaign, where votes are bought by those with the wealth, only looking to protect their own interests?
you have chosen to directly ignore all of the evidence placed before you
that tell you you're wrong;
he could not have had an agenda when he described the democracy you hate so much as "the most perfect democracy he's ever seen",
you've ignored every piece of legislation he passed, all to give rise to greater democracy to the real people of the country
and you tell me there's political repression when there were 80% turnouts and over 30 other parties in each of those elections.
you are so blinkered by those walls around your mind
you don't want to accept that he could have done it better than you
because you know that once you acknowledge that,
once the world acknowledges that
all you built for you
and that other 1%
will be taken from you,
as it should have been long ago.
i don't know how it's going to happen,
not now, not in this lifetime,
but in lifetimes to come,
people will be taught that the meaning of the word
democracy
lies in demos, the people
and that those big conglomerates,
no matter how much money they have,
are not the demos.
that there is more to life than your capital accumulation;
their health, their education; their basic human rights
are, and always will be, more important than how many zeroes
are written in your will,
and that no matter how much they drill it into you,
you are beautiful, you are unique, you are important
so stand tall and proud, hands on heart
because there is more to life than the money you make.
how this will be taught, i do not know,
but as a starter, maybe we could try teaching the cats themselves
that there is more they can do for the world
than sit on thrones of gold,
and there is more to life
than how many carats they have,
and i think a brilliant way to teach this
would be to **** all of their friends and family
until they realise that money isn't all that important,
and however malicious an act that would be,
i could rest safe in the knowledge that my death toll
would not be a fraction of theirs.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
Making stops from the sun to the moon
Who'd say i'd fall in love with you.
I'll land my feet on its dusky grey surface
Tell em Haze sent me,
Message you that i need better communication,
More assertion, more voice.
I'll skimp through 900 degrees,
I need the feminine energy to suffocate me
& i'll assert my drive across the reds
I'll write love letters to demos & phobos,
While i hang from the rings.
I'll take responsibility for falling in love with the stars, the moon and everything about you.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC
The demos of France rise to light,
To silence the cavernous glut of king.
Paris glows a bright hot white,
As the echoes of torment sing.
The people gather all their might,
To snap the golden chain.
The masters of the people’s plight,
Claw back to save their reign.
As thunder cracks to end the slight,
Paris glows a deep dark red.
The fall of this great sight,
Fills our hearts with dread.
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC
i know it's been months since i spoke to you,
but i've been thinking about you a lot.
we used to be so close.
we'd facetime,
stay up all night.
i knew what we had couldn't possibly last,
but i would have gave anything to keep it.
i remember when i heard you sing for the first time.
2015 was the year i fell in love,
and so did you.
we were inseparable.
i'm never going to forget when you dmed me,
telling me you loved how i sang.
it was ironic, actually.
i loved how you sang too.
and it went on from there.
2016 was the year your life changed,
and so did mine.
you got the offer of a lifetime.
and like a good friend, i told you to take it.
before i knew it, you had songs on the radio.
2017 was the year i met the love of my life in person.
i surprised you.
you were on your small tour with your bandmates.
and i was so proud.
for months after,
you wrote me songs and sent me demos.
just for me.
but those words became poison,
for now you barely acknowledge me.
you're touring the world now.
half the time, i have no idea where you are.
2018 is the year you fell out of love,
but i fell deeper.
i don't know if i'm a sucker for pain,
or in love with the bittersweet reality that you're
living your dream while you are mine.
at times i wonder how you are doing.
you're always on my mind.
am i ever on yours?
i write these words knowing you'll never see them,
but it's okay, because even if you saw them,
i doubt you'd care.
but, no matter how many times you hurt me,
i'm always going to miss you.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC
Topolobampo, Xoco, Xoco River North,
Frontera Grill, Frontera Fresco, Fonda Frontera,
Tortas Frontera, Frontera Cocina,
Lena Brava, Cruz Blanca,
Red O.
PBS specials, Michelin stars and public cooking demos
be ******
that's too many, right?
Load up your guac with all the pork belly and pepitas
you want.
Star in a self-indulgent Lookingglass Theatre play.
Soak up the accolades of being a culinary genius
more than a Jalisco-style slow-braised goat
sits in its own juices.
But hey man, come on,
give us a break.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC
Lately I've been thinking about becoming bigger than my body
I've been processing you through **** demos on my phone
Through grey skies and empty bottles
Through blank stares and perpetuated silence
( I used to need a rhythm to write but the white noise in my head seems to work)
I've been turning corners and changing lanes
Doing the dishes and doing my time tangled in empty sheets
And it seems okay
As long as I'm not by myself for too long
Because if I let the white noise in I'll be swimming in black till the weekend
I'll numb myself in neon shades
White hot and weighty
Glimmering image of the silver screen dream
Spent shadowed twisting out into the intersection until I remember that you are not the same as you once were
And I am not the girl you needed
I'm just processing
And working on becoming bigger than my body
More than my bones more than my skin more than my gender more than a character in someone else's life
More than a thin wristed timid thing weighted down by years of neglect and indifference
More than a pair of wide dim eyes
More than myself.
I'm sorry I didn't call you back.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
As I hop up in the car loading up the clip. Bullet after bullet thinking bout the hit. Park in front of Shantel mama house looking out for Tony. Johnny catches two in an alley as they run pulling on the trigger but the comb of the glock gets jammed. I see Tony dropped nine in his ribs and 11 on the next person with him. All with in 2 minutes I hear sirens ringing. All behind that my daughter's voice clearly saying daddy don't go. But I gave in to my demos something you wouldn't know. Wrote you this letter before in case I don't make it against the police. Hope it reaches you before you become deceased. Daddy loves you.
As the Angel shows up one last time and asked me was it all worth it? To not be able see my seed grow. To join the game that that turned your mom to a fiend though and put my two brother six feet under, am I trying to make Lucifer 's trilogy?
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
Reflections of illusions
Boiling water
Emotional turbulence
Excuses for every evidence
Clumsy nature leaves human to be distance
Emergency telling the truth is Accident
Follow mistakes of instructions my patient
Crafts is always astray
Please rethink your way
Trudge is always emerging
Take caution
Mirror reflect character in depiction
Truth or dare, lies has its own portion
Angels are demos from the same composition
Double standard
Fear is coward
Perfection and Freedom is common fantasy
Like God above the galaxy
Commitment is equals to jealousy
Written by Kabelo Mthembu
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
Don t think that i m proud
because i m not an angel
don t think that i don t care
just becase i act cold
but my darling it s just a mask of
Ice princess
I need someone who will save my
******* soul
but i wonder where are u?
You said u ll always have my back
where are u now when I'm
on my knees
Praying for a savior
hoping for a way to heaven
i can t escape my own demos
i need you my darling...
An u wonder why i smoke?
You think it s killing me
but the truth is it s killing you in me
and i can t resist it...
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
Beyond bewildered that one of class
empowered by playing politics.
Dare now to claim ground so far distance
from democractic vote as good practise .
Rule; a shameful parade dressed in colours
and ideology popular hued
resplendently stained by party failures
to engage despite pressed powers used.
Influence from Baron's of paper print
devoted to preserving the city state.
Machiavelli and power of the prince
Used against democracy as vile hate
That we demos, the people, maintain
the laws that protect as one, the same
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 2:11 PM UTC
It is trapped inside my mind,
The dark thoughts, they wouldn’t leave,
But it is not like i’m letting them go.
I can hear them scream and moan inside
It’s like my demos will never shut up.
I can slowly feel how they’re stuck,
Someplace between my mouth and my lungs.
I feel like i can’t take it anymore,
I feel like i’ll have to shut it off.
I can’t breath anymore,
Its taking it all,
All that i had left inside,
Just as you did.
My brain never stops,
It´s always thinking and thinking to let me die,
It is not longer like before,
Not as sweet as an apple pie,
And not as bitter as salt.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
Save my soul, fix my heart,
Don't let me fall apart.
Silence the voices in my head,
Forget the words they never said.
I'm fighting back horrified screams,
Help me wake from these cancerous dreams.
Stuck within this torn reality,
I cannot escape from its brutality.
Subconscious demos all around me,
These mental horrors soon will drown me.
Stop me from going insane,
I'm drowning in this rain.
Please don't turn away,
I need to hear 'It's okay.'
Be the one to save my life,
I want you to hide my knife.
Teach me to believe me in myself,
I'm begging for your help.
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 5:54 PM UTC
When demos loses kratia
our Greek fathers shake,
their heads in disapproval
unbelieving two millennia,
myriads of wars and corpses
abused, burned, bombed,
imprisoned and enslaved,
did not suffice to effectively mutate,
a thought into a fact.
Establishing governments supposed
to ensure our rights,
cater for the enhancement
of the quality of our lives,
irrespective of gender, ethnicity,
religion, ****** inclinations,
but most of all identity,
personal fundamental beliefs.
The Universal right to think.
Impostors passing off
as modern democracies,
collectively self-labelled
the mighty Western World,
despite more than none are led
by recognised dictators we accept,
as they only harm their own
Nicaragua, Venezuela, Cuba
to mention just a few.
And though as humans
we can merely hope
for unity strive
to accomplish the utopia
respecting demos differences,
no one can condemn
members of society
exerting their right to speak,
express their thoughts and will.
If division is for some,
a plausible solution
it is not for who disagrees
to revoke democracia,
gaol ideas by incarcerating bodies
fundamentals of authoritarianism,
as Madrid calls for European
arrest warrants for perpetrators of ideas
of independence I recall
famous words from the past.
"Ideas are far more powerful than guns.
We would not let our enemies have guns,
why should we let them have ideas?"
Yours faithfully, Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
Dear Time,
I have lived lonely enough so far,
Among these indifferent people,
I stand out as lonely not on par.
You've given me demos of love,
And you've given me some too,
Yet I am tortured by demons of loneliness.
They all fail to understand me,
And probably they all hate me,
They all abandon after unplugging some holes in the boat of me.
Enough of these games, time,
Let's play again our parts usually,
Hey time, don't be so hostile!!!
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC
Looking for them devils grinning
Tryna block me in deep in sin
How can I make a livin'
Off the reality fake pension
Mentally in a prison
Caught up in the matrix
Mind stay playin tricks
Can't trust it bust quick
If I see my adversaries reachin'
Out to me **** your plea
Do ya see what i see
Computer love is the new human
Nature but we off nature
Can't find a mellow tune
And soon
I'll be knocking at hells door
Hopin' the father will swoop
Down and take me once more
Not too shore
Where I'll be resting hopefully it'll be in ghetto heaven
Breakin' leven
Brothers n sister's gathering
Sippin' bottles of coke and hen
But then again
Is a celebration or reforming life
Through reincarnation
My poetry ain't hard to see
The price of the real picture
But it's too costly
Im talkin' about giving up everything
Let go of the thangs that hang
Onto your mind grind and shine
And keep negativity blind
Focused on myself
Now they consider a narcissist
They just upset cuz they ain't controlling this
Pro revolutionist got some soldiers to reminisce
Setting the plan takin' a shots
Its all that I got
Once my flows drop demos pop
Up as single but they don't want to mingle
With the spirits of the universe
Break the curse prepared for the worse
I know it's hard being off guard
That's why roll a blunt a take a charge no longer fiendin' large
Destined for cremation
In fear of a reincarnation
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC