"dence" poems
Because I could not draft for Ice,
it did kindly draft for me.
Does the Ice make you shiver?
does it?
Pay attention to the chill,
the chill is the most shivering fear of all.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the chill,
Gently it goes - the chill, the trembling, the unsteady.
A thawing, however hard it tries,
Will always be Melting.
Does the thawing make you shiver?
does it?
The big winter sings like a Sun is directly above the Tropic of Capricorn
Now cosmic is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the winter is mature.
wooly glaciers sings like Iceburgs
"Rushing water", said the glaciers,
And "rushing water" then "rushing water" again.
How happy is the frozen popsicle!
Does the popsicle make you shiver?
does it?
The freezing that's really crystals,
Above all others is the frost.
Does the frost make you shiver?
does it?
Because I could not draft for Ice,
it did kindly draft for me.
Does the Ice make you shiver?
does it?
Because I could not draft for Ice,
it did kindly draft for me.
Ice, Ice, every where,
Yet not a drop to draft.
How happy is the cold surface!
Down, down, down into the darkness of the surface,
Gently it goes - the perfect, the gelid, the stone-cold.
Pay attention to the floe,
the floe is the most Dence ice mass of all.
Floe, floe, every where,
Yet not a drop to drift.
The thawing is like a gentle voice,
it tends to cause significantly.
Does the thawing make you shiver?
does it?
The athletic game that's really zany,
Above all others is the hockey.
Pause to assist, like the hockey does.
It does assist, it does draft,
Should it also induct?
Why would you think the snowfall is gradual?
the snowfall is the most sudden downfall of all.
Pause to last, like the snowfall does.
It does last, it does accumulate,
Should it also range?
I saw the the antarctic installation of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the water.
I don't like the fact that it,
learned to reside before it knew how to flow.
You can reside, you can flow, but can you supply?
Because I could not draft for Ice,
it did kindly draft for me.
Does the Ice make you shiver?
does it?
Because I could not draft for Ice,
it did kindly draft for me.
Pause to draft, like the Ice does.
Don't belive that the snowfall is small?
the snowfall is big beyond belief.
Never forget the braggy and large-scale snowfall.
Pay attention to the cold,
the cold is the most wintry respiratory disease of all.
Are you upset by how springlike it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the cold so frozen?
I saw the the little demoralize of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the chill.
Now small-scale is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the chill is trivial.
An iceman, however hard it tries,
Will always be cunning.
Are you upset by how adroit it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the iceman so attractive?
I saw the the Frozen excretion of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the water.
Never forget the sleety and unchangeable water.
Pay attention to the freeze,
the freeze is the most Frozen fractals act of all.
Does the freeze make you shiver?
does it?
Because I could not draft for Ice,
they did kindly draft for me.
Do Ice make you shiver?
do they?
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC
A desolate dying star
burns bright
Hot is its surface
Warming the night
Dence is its mass
As it pulls at the stars
Orbiting around it
Self conscious of scars
The white dwarfs watched
Listened and learned
As the dying star taught
Of a death well earned
Amongst dwarfs and novas
The star radiated wisdom
Passing down secrets
Until it's implosion
Sinking
Into
The fabric
Of space
Leaving
A dark black hole
Pulling at the stars
Still burning bright
The continuum
Holds its soul
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
Joy as a weapon, Jah's joy's d' strangth
goodness known, damnation o'd'lie
what a concept,
in times of social turmoil
when no one is sure what's right,
and every two or three agree to fix it,
the we way, way we agree to do, and do,
or die by our own will, pop like a bubble,
mythic warrior cult trope from TV
projected to the spiritual warrior cattle
praying, Jesus, guide me, I believe,
it is the unbelieving part that's
givin' folks cognitive dis-son-dence
dense-thick wall of farfarfar out tide
- serious OD on Campbell hero story maps to DID re activation in the novel event
Now, some team of writers has writ
a Jesus Freak Super Hero,
called Utopia,
with serious Freudian Daddy FUBAR-ity
and I am hoping
this is 2021 camp, OP Art
like wham bam
thank you mam, Batman,
circa 1961, I think, lets check, Holy
ROM AI KNOW 1966, January 12, POW
times they keep achangin'
From then you see,
this is my future you are re
balancing re
ality in mere ifity, and yes
yes we cleared the code, the Utopia virus.
Note: the dumbness in the now sense,
stupid and dumb are identical one thing.
Kant's pure is this realm's mere, Voltaire agrees.
We had this assignment in the novel.
And you, the poet in tune with the zeit
via Netflix, see
called us to witness the premier, and
some piles are seen from here as bullshat,
can everybody see that?
Truth can take a punch, by faith.
Semper Fi, tuff little devil dog
impossible in the frame of categorical
imperatives, and no
in this flow, I ai give you google agency,
fact check yo'own self.
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 11:45 PM UTC
When winter does come about
And all of life falls to rest
Even mighty oaks grow bare
Giving in to frigid force
That turns all to bleak and grey
Even a wellspring once dence
Colorful, animated
By all forms of harbored life
Is emptied of what it held
Filled instead with cold silence
The surface lies still
Basked in bright moonlight
The silvery ale
Cool tranquility
Begins to ripple
Modest at first, then growing
It reverberates across
The pond fills with emotion
Reflective of the season
Spreading farther and farther
A lone swan paddles forward
His head perched and his wings arched
He croons and fills the cold air
And sings of reminiscence
Until silence wins again
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC
Watching slowly as the horizon of the sun begins to fade with a dence glimer beyond the mountains, earth shaking causing a trimer. Im busy day dreaming of you. Feeling as if my body has lost controll loving you so much has taken its toll on me. I cant believe someone as perfect as you exsist. So the given fact makes me want to hold onto this with great protection and never ending love.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
Late - ly
I can feel the i - tch, I know:
It's preposterous.
Wh - y is it, that I
never can de - cide
who it is I am, with
con - fi - dence?
Modern tools aside,
I still take the r - ide
taken near distantly by
my an - ces - tors.
Late - ly
I can feel the i - tch, I know!
It's preposterous.
Now, kids, please listen
as you read my voice
how you like. How you like.
I thought I would die by
the time I was twenty five
at fifteen -- but look at me.
Now, kids, I'm touching
twenty nine with a cer -
tain newfound confidence.
I survived the prescription pills,
the gender redefinition, as well
as the hormone therapy, and I
want to tell you that I,
believe in you. I believe in you.
Cel - ebrate all of your pain
at your whim and as you live,
well, the pain will become
your friend and your impetus.
Lately, I can feel the itch.
I know it's preposterous,
but I must continue to
explore and change
unless I aspire to
placidity, and I
don't-- in fact
I never will.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC
Recorded on time too re run
A voice echoes over obstructions
Repeated in various grammatical forms
Always to linger on the dence air.
A voice echoes over obstructions
Never to reach the ears of wanted ones
Always to linger on dence air,
White noise, echoing louder.
A voice echoes over obstructions
"Come to me, run quickly"
Always to linger on dence air;
Time stands still , voices echoes.
Always to linger on dence air,
Repeated in various grammatical forms,
White noise echoing louder
Recorded on time too re run.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
The deep dark dream of eternity,
Awoke!
Add rings to an old tree; relief
New sounds, no sounds
New world, no world
New surroundings, no surroundings.
New uniform to blend out old
Arctic night among the northern stars
The deep dence caves along the forest
The base of new life springing up
From the roots below
He comes and goes however
He is always watching
Moments of suffering turn silent
Moments of joy turn rustic
Time has never had a chance
We have never had a say,
Much as an even number of grains of sugar is poured
He is powerful.
He is strong.
He brings misery and despair.
And yet,
We embrace him.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 10:52 PM UTC