"dept" poems
ARTERY CONFESSION.
_Her love to me is like moon light, on a starry night._
As rising sun at dhawn. Like vine planted on his heart's yard. _which he ought to water to flowery_ _And fruitage._
his love for her is as deep as the dept of an ocean, _with the fishes abiding therein,_ _as stars, moon,_ and the sun adhered to the sky, it never
departed away from her side.
_his love to her can simply easily be compared to_ _GOD's towards mankind._
So he confessed and rendered his heart to her. _Like a teeming downpour upon earthen soften, it surface._
so her love compassed his heart comforting, _like pabulum to mind._
As light rays to eye sight. His love for her is reality only can be told in tale of their love story,
_gory to glory._ _He so_
Much love her and
really ready,
_in for her, fell in the water._
Lost and found with her for ever. _He wish he could wash her feet wilt the waters of his soul, cleansing her heart._
because he see her heart compatible to his.
_Remembered old days of midnight calls, they never used to give sleep to their eyes._ While talk through night, dusk till dawn,
_Remembered promises and all the pain they both had gone through heaven and hell._
*Never forgot the only first day he felt the fullness of her ******* _how sooth her heart. Tongue on tongue, mouthy pleasure._
His hands on her curves. Briskly remembered she _told him that after her_
momma he be next to her.
_She call him dad he call her Mami._ Before she demised his mama used to asked about his lady. His homies do too.
_His young blood can't either forget her memories,_
last night he was asked about her, oh sweetness
_is all about thee._ _Can't forget_
her, _he always craves_ her. All he ever wanted and desires are all found in her, his boo. _He truly loves her because he knew she'd make a good mother,_
Hope she'd understand if he change sometimes just only because he never own everythang as his. _So remember he always told her_
that he will always be there for her as time,
_even in the world after here._ _Her love is so good to him_
She has the key to his heart.
_reminisce she told him she'd_
_rather die for him than sleeping at someone else side._
She's his inspiration like a transportation, his motivation only she can help build his cloud nation. _His aspiration_
all is found in her, _all in ONE no one else but she._
She source the past time joy and still the reason _for today's and the hope_
of tomorrow's glee.
Sacrifice his love for her because he believes in future with her, she's his destiny his fate mate his ruth, his batsheba,
_His mary, his eve and soulmate._
#c9_fm
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 4:26 AM UTC
My home in my dreams,
I am amazed every night, when I see you in my dreams.
When I look at the moon., I see the tower to the north.
I can not believe you changed,
My life forever.
I only wish I can find the courage, to hold you in my arms at last.
My home in my dreams,
I wish I had met you a lifetime ago.
I wish I could give you one thousand of
my lifetimes.
I owe you my life,
My Seoul Korea.
I love you.
I miss you.
I owe you my life,
I owe you. You are the reason I am still alive,
Arirang, I owe you more than ever!
Seoul I love you,
A place I have only been to in my dreams,
How can I ever repay you?
For sending me such beautiful dreams.
I am amazed every night, when I see you in my dreams.
I live for you every day to hold you in my arms,
I live for you!
My Seoul,
I wish I could be standing in your arms where I belong.
My love Seoul,
I can't help but smile and wonder why God sent me here far to the West.
When you tell me every day, I belong in your arms.
But I owe you so much,
Hundreds of poems,
Hundreds of dreams
from a place, I have never been.
Amazing!
How can this be?
I love you Seoul Korea
that time can never take away.
I owe you more than my life
More than anything
I know this is a dept that I will never be able to repay.
Because I owe you so much
I owe you my life now, more than ever,
Why was I born so far away?
In the wrong time and wrong place?
Seoul Korea
My home in my dreams.
(C) 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
I know you hear me so listen close.
Its what you think that matters most.
We can boast about these post.
Without these dreams,
It seems,
we lose what matters most.
These schemes,
playing us against our hopes.
Got us
Up against the ropes,
thoughts up in smoke.
Just when I lost all hope,
my mirror image inspired hope.
Getting high off myself, like a rope a dope.
success getting me stressed,
my life's a mess, I must confess. The more I make, the less a progress. These haters love you with all this disrespect. Catching writers block in the winners circle, got me scares to death. The critics taking hits below the belt, and my paychecks pay the dept. The fans turn against me, kept my cool, by holding my breath. These bills piling up, spent my whole life savings, there's no saving my savings. Keep praying to god, but I'm still waiting. Life has its up and downs. I just wish it would make up its mind, this shaky ground makes for lite sleeping. I can't even sleep in on the weekend.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
*Come, we have a story, said the Old Man. Come, sit and I shall tell you all a little tale of a donkey, a boy and his father…and of strangers too…and many a busybody…
And the children sat round the campfire and the Old Man began his tale…*
One day
(and this is many, many
uncountable days ago)
Father called Son
and he said:
‘Son
you are grown now
into a fine young lad
and you must learn
how to buy and sell
and make a profit
‘So, come let us go
you and I
to the market to see
what silver coins we can get
for this old donkey
in our shed’
2
And so Son and Dad
set out for the town market
across the sandy and rocky miles
and some way off
Dad grew tired and he said:
‘Ah, Son
this walk tires me and so
I shall ride the donkey
while you walk by the side;
so, come let us go
you and I
to the market to see
what silver coins we can get
for this old donkey
that I shall ride’
3
** **
What do we have here?’
came a voice
as the Dad sat riding the donkey
while the Son walked by the side
‘A cruel father you are,’
said the Family Standards Officer
‘Get down, you grown man
and let the child ride!’
And the Father was ashamed
and so he let the Son ride the donkey
and he walked beside
And the Family Standards Officer
was extremely pleased
and he filled up his forms
and he bade the Father and Son safe journey:
‘Ah, this is another
success story
of the Family Welfare Dept
where conscience has won the day
and the Son rides the donkey
and the Father walks beside’
4
And the Father and Son are gone but a mile, a mile - when another interruption came their way, heading straight their way….
‘What do we have here?’
came a scream
and the Mandarin of the
State Morals Education
stopped the trio
and the Mandarin glared disapprovingly
at the boy riding the donkey and he said:
‘Where is your filial piety?
Know you not the son must do his duty
by the father?
Get off the donkey -
you young donkey!
and allow your father to ride
while you walk with reverence
and duty beside!’
And so now we have the
Father on the donkey
and the Son walking beside
all three slowly on and on
Father and son
to the market to see
what silver coins
they might get
for this old donkey
that they have taken turns to ride
5
Then comes an old woman
and she mutters to herself as she passes by:
‘Ah, what’s come of life
that a father should ride and
allow the young to walk.’
And so the Father bids his Son
be a pillion rider with him on the donkey
and so they ride
merrily, merrily
on to the market
to see
what silver coins they can get
for this old donkey
that they both ride
5
But no sooner have they covered
but a mile, just a mile
with the respectable Father
and the filial Son
(both on the hapless donkey)
when a voice thunders out from the bush
and the Animal Rights Activist stands out
and he screams:
‘Oh, you cruel people
that you should ride a helpless donkey !
Shame on you!
Much better that you both
carried the creature!’
And of course
the Son and Father
so reasonable and
always with an open mind
they jump off the donkey
and they carry
the donkey all the way
all the way
just four more miles
just four more miles
and they soon come into the market
carrying the donkey
and shouting:
‘Donkey for sale!
Donkey for sale!’
6
And the buyers
at the markets
they see
this Father and Son
carrying the donkey
and screaming:
‘Donkey f or sale!
Donkey for sale!’
And the buyers they say:
‘But it appears, Sirs,
there are
three donkeys for sale
three donkeys for sale!
In declaring
“Donkey for Sale!”
when there are clearly three
are you offering three
for the price of one?’
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 7:04 PM UTC
"When you encounter a mountain lion, be vocal; however, speak calmly and do not use high pitched tones or high pitch screams"--California Dept. of Fish and Wildlife
Be vocal, but avoid high pitched tones and screams
when a mountain lion appears on your path.
Remind yourself that it’s not a dream.
If the path goes down to a flooded stream,
and bodies float by--
stay calm; avoid high pitched tones and screams.
When you go to the store and there’s no milk or cream,
as the cows are sickened from a poisoned well,
remind yourself that it’s not a dream.
If the wildfire turns your hot tub to steam,
as you run down the street to your neighbor’s car
be vocal, but avoid high pitched tones and screams.
When the weather goes to another extreme,
and mudslides cover another town,
remind yourself that it’s not a dream.
When the fisherman catches no salmon nor bream,
and there’s no more coffee, nor chocolate ice cream,
be vocal, but avoid high pitched tones and screams.
Remind yourself that it’s not a dream.
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 1:27 AM UTC
It’s man and man all the way
Cut down jungles
To make a rail way!
Why in protest cry
When the wheels crush
A few elephant would die!
Men would then embark
On their old game
Railway or forest
Which department to blame!
When comes the night
Man’s greed would speed
Elephants aren’t on sight!
The drivers would not see
There was no forewarn
Death would come easy
No hearts shattering mourn!
Railway would remain dour
There isn’t enough watch towers
Forest dept. would blame the wheels
The pilot didn’t whistle!
Men would again go back
Cut through the forest
Not leaving elephants’ track!
Evolved men heart of steel
Without a remorse a feel
Laying rail is big deal
Must move our progress’s wheel!
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 4:05 AM UTC
am i admired as i admire others beauty?
i admire the strength i view in the eyes, revealing the souls journey
a journey that can be seconds and cover uncountable miles
the soul is quite about its struggles but the eyes cannot lie, cannot hide
honesty in its purest form
i wonder if the owner knows what there eyes reveal to me
how is life better or worst to have such memorable eyes
but deep down i know
pain is needed to create captivating eyes as equal as black and white keys are needed for music
pain gives dept and heals life from shallowness
pain crushes you to your knees, begging for mercy
but rather mercy in life instead of in death
i know pain
i know the black keys more than the white keys in my music piece
but i do not know if my eyes can measure up to beautiful eyes
i know the colour, i know it shifts
but i do not know its beauty
i can only hope to captivate one-day
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
I’m sleeping in
just call me out
it’s the simplest kind of comfort
I do it for me
there’s a softness and care
my, that got so wholesome
I know, I should embrace hardship
adversity builds resilience
it’s darkness that reveals the stars
that last one sounds too good to be original
but I’m not researching it
haven’t you been reading?
I’m sleeping in fugaciously
and metaphorically.
If you’re in the water
it’s good to swim
otherwise
you could be writing.
.
.
Songs for this:
Sleeping In by The Radio Dept.
Save the Phenomenon by Fievel Is Glauque
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 6:58 AM UTC
I have had two opportunites to meet Muhammad Ali, once in Oklahoma City(1972) while working for KWTV Channel-9, and the second time in 1975,working for WAVE-TV Channel-3, Louisville, Kentucky, which is his hometown. On each occasion he was in town for some type of benefit appearance. At Channel 3, the sports director was Ed Kallay, who was to do the interview, and who just happened to be Ali's mentor when Ali was much younger and involved with "Golden Gloves", a youth boxing organization. I was a 'director' in the production dept. and it was my job to set up and direct the cameras, etc., during the taping.
He was a fascinating man, eloquent, extremely intelligent, charismatic, approachable, with a great sense of humor. When I introduced myself, he looked at me and said,"I've met you before, in Oklahoma City." Needless to say, "I was stunned!"
During the 'pre-taping' conversation, the three of us were having a cup of coffee. I made a comment on the size of his hands. I placed my right hand flat against his left, thumb to thumb, finger to finger.. He curled his fingers over mine, nearly hiding them. I sure wouldn't want to get hit by him.
He was, admittingly, also a 'bit' of a 'self-promoter.' During that conversation, he made the following comment: "A few weeks before a fight, I start shooting my mouth off, make a lot of people mad, but come fight night they really lay it down, (then took his thumb and swiped it across the open palm of his other hand, simulating the money bets being placed with the Vegas bookies.) let the 'show' begin!" And, did it ever!!
He was also a great humanitarian, donating to various charities, youth organizations, and never forgetting his roots.
A remarkable man! God Bless You, Muhammad Ali!
richard riddle: 06-05-2016
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
I wish I wasn't dull,
Without flavor.
I wish I had more hunger to live, to persue the call in my soul.
I wish I had more to give,
More dept to the way i love others,
A selfless mindset,
A less broken heart.
I wish I wasn't this messed up.
I wish...
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 4:15 AM UTC
a man needs a goat
every man deserves a woman
every man should have a woman
but a man needs a goat
if a man has a wife
he still needs a goat
a goat gets ya milk
a goat can getcha food
a goat can make a coat
and keep you warm
a man needs a coat
every man should have a goat
even if every man was married
every man would still need a goat
a man needs a goat
a man needs a goat
you can talk to a goat
and he will listen but
won't give you backtalk
a man needs a goat
if you're stuck on a mountain
a goat can find the way back
maybe
a man needs a goat
you don't have to feed a goat
a goat can feed itself
goats eat grass
if you own a goat
you won't have to buy a lawn mower
your goat will take care of that
goats do not climb trees
if you own a goat
you will never have to call the fire dept.
to tell them that
your goat is stuck up a tree
goats don't climb trees
so that will never happen
a goat can make milk
and with its milk
you can make
all kinds of cheeses
like goat cheese
and fresh mozzarella
there is nothing
like fresh goat cheese
and fresh goat cheeses
without a goat
you just can't make any goat cheese
nor
have any goat milk for your oats
a man needs a goat
you can't step on a goats back
you will break it
please use a ladder or
step-stool instead
do not step on a goats back
you can compare your goatee
to a goats beard
they grow'em too
a man needs a goat
goats make good company
you can talk to a goat and he will listen
but won't talk back
he's a good goat
a man needs a goat
a man needs a goat
a man needs a wife
but if a man has a wife
he's still gonna need a goat
a man needs a goat
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
When my mind is at rest I think of peace and blissful things
I see the unfettered and innocent smile of a new babe in arms
Or the Omnipotence gilded arms outstretch showering blessings
The shores of a pristine beach with blue waves marking times
Silver sunset sprinkling magic across quiet waters with no stressing
Or me sat at my fathers feet as he reads engrossed in his charmes
My mind rests easy in places of warmth and enriching lovings
My mind has no space to linger in the murkiness of failings
I do not plunge dark dept to court the uninspiring s in terms
To share company with wretches with wasted mental ecthings
Eyes that see dew in darkness and acrimony in fruitless farms
Voices made for howling dirges and apostles of negative cravings
Demented downers who drink from the fountains of fallen vamps
Satiated miserably they seek to retch their stench on followings
My mind finds the luminous stars and praise their spark-lings
It atunes to the silent melodies of sages who now sleep uncramp
It relishes the delights of the million trillion wonders tinklings
Its marvels the joys of the thousand mothers holding new champs
Can share the lifting dreams of hopes for happy new beginnings
Living is never about waste for the Creator avails no dumps
For a mind that lives and grows in the Light is forever inspired and inspiring
Copyright LaurencA.1stAugust2018.All rights reserved
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
Delicately, I drop onto the canvas
With the grip of a barbed cactus
The sand shifts amidst my toes
And the sweet quiver as the air arose
As the night fades into pitch black
I feel a sensation to unpack
The time has arrived to release
All that has come without great peace
Taking my first step
I enter full dept
Breathing in the warm breeze
Just for the taste of bittersweet ease.
"Open your eyes,
And look at the skies,
For the past makes you willingly wise.
There is no time to run around,
You have done enough,
It's time to be crowned.
Take this hour,
You have earned great power,
To overcome the one last growler."
This is what I have to say,
To make my world no longer gray.
I hope you too, will take the time
For their will be so much to climb.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
Sweet Sister,
I feel the sanguine-ness of age upon me.
I feel I understand the things which confused me in youth.
I have a sage satisfaction in being pleased to have reached this juncture,
In being able to look out the window and see the beauty of a desolate beach of dunes with the course grasses snapping to windward.
There is immense pleasure in seeing my children find their place in life, maturing with the years and the travails of work, love and responsibility.
I miss old friends...but such is life.. we all move on.
Colour and texture and sound mean a lot to me, they are the patterns of pleasure which paint each day.
And the steady warmth of love for an enduring wife who is the shining light in, my otherwise, subdued and essentially, muddy existence.
One thing which does **** me off is the penchant of the Inland Revenue Dept’, to lean on developing young businesses to pay for the sloth and layabouts
Of our society who have no endeavour. This is a travesty of social justice and an unnecessary retardant to the progression and advancement of our struggling young nation.
I think the Chinese have the right answer here...You don’t work.. you starve.... You bend your back and produce... you prosper!
As I grow older the shades of gray diminish, things are more definite, more black and white.
My work in construction, is constant and demanding...and ****** enjoyable!
Like a cat, I seem to have fallen on my feet once again??
The pleasure of the written word is my pastime and interest, I rejoice in the creativity of my fellow writers and bask in the glow of their company.
The Eagle’s Nest at distant Taranaki is looking green and tidy, landscaping is progressing and the rhododendrons are about to burst into flower.
Life is pretty ****** good!
Love to you and yours
M
Marshal Gebbie
Storeman
Sep 9, 2011
Sep 9, 2011 at 7:46 PM UTC
twofist head muscle: kineval.
but really iz jus 2:15
shoelacegazing in a prefab park gazebo.
texty fingertip slinger.
chase that dragon.
kickin fake jordans
in a tomb called Khufu
diffuse serial NOONSDAY scenario:
always
cut
the
pixelated
rainbow
wire.
yuh know, that
jejune
box
hero:
from alphabet soup news to
netfizzle huludoodoo,
twiddling its Neros.
V iz for silent
in the actual voodoo
that’s been silenced
with dogooder silencer.
blap.
blargh.
this is all so
hashtagical.
prolly. so
follow me.
anyway resistance is feudal, ‘cause
evil doth hearts a good fight.
“evolve?! nevar!”
quoth the flat noted, dorsal
Dept. of Unkindness
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
when an angel loses its wings they have to take an escalator. nobody points and laughs. nobody cries either.
its probably the silence that hurts the most. just like when i had to take an escalator. i felt like a teachers pet transferring schools for a military parent. hell i almost felt like the class pet fireball the splotchy hamster dying overnight.
all of you paying your respects
downraining the playground flowers
all because we shared the same battle or discomfort or inconvenience and then we had to part ways and maybe you’ll think of me sometime
because when an angel loses its wings and they have to take an escalator it seems like a really really empty department store at the bottom
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
The atmosphere today was ****
Los Angeles County Dept. of Public Health
Communicable disease cline SPA 4
Many of them didn't want to be here
Some didn't even know they were here
And myself, well, I'm on my 7th ****
5th bottle of water, 10th patient
My lunch was barely going down
No **** just the fact
It' only 1p.m. here in LA LA LAND
Last time one of these crazy *****
Reached around my desk and called 9-1-1
I liked her, she had style
She said "SOMEBODY TRYNA **** MEH!"
What in the actual ****
She had been the only one in the room
I felt her pain.
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
Boston Police Dept. ✔ @Boston_Police
CAPTURED!!! The hunt is over. The search is done. The terror is over. And justice has won. Suspect in custody.
5:58 PM - 19 Apr 2013
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
I will sit here, alone,
Wondering how I am going to do this, but
"I will not bow, I will not break." As
Long as I have this life and as
Long as I am breathing; I will fight. And
Now is the time to help
Others because even if I am in dept
There are other people who have it worst.
But I can't help them quite yet as much as I would love too..
Only time can tell, but first I
Will have to help myself; No running. I will be fine.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 6:23 AM UTC
Unfortunately, I was born with sin.
From womb I've been a dustbin.
Sadly, my society is sinful
and I joined to be
playful.
Truly, sins germinated in my life
and grew up as my wife.
Certainly,I can't be called a saint
even as I put on paint.
Hopefully, my dept had been paid by Christ's death.
I now can take new
breath.
Sincerely, I am
walking toward
righteousness.
Developing an act of
humility and holiness.
Fortunately, I shall
meet the Father
and equally see my
Blessed Mother.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
Lately I have been shrinking,
the keg I once proudly was
now trickles down to a pint.
For the numbers flutter off the scale
like hail violently pelting the earth.
I've lost 30 lbs in two months
and I hold my chest a little higher.
I am noticeably skinnier
such that my enemies quiet.
The weight of my stomach hardly droops
but the weight of the world
seems to have only been growing.
The world has turned into a mess
The dept has surpassed my ears
and the expenses only get taller
The pressure of marriage and family
to satisfy the woman I love requires,
the atmospheric pressure of society
and my internal pressure to become someone
has created a density difficult to bear
For every pound I have lost
Gravity gains ten thousand more
And yes my body is shrinking,
But so is my wallet, my belongings,
my spirit to keep on going
my life force that keeps me awake
and the energy I have to think straight.
Yes, my whole world is shrinking.
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
These students are walking
There headphones are blaring
Disattached from the world
Blankly they are staring
I glance at the clock
Not wanting to talk
My headphones are broken
So silent i walk
Forced to find
Something that will blind
A kind of distraction
To keep from the demons in the back of my mind
Away from the fears
The wandering ears
So evil are the demons
That bring me to tears
The looming of dept
The fear of regret
Without any distraction
I cannot forget
My headphones are broken
The demons have awoken
This silence it scares me
As do the fears i have spoken
This walk is taking forever
This heat a blistering fever
Forced to be grounded
With nothing to be a deceiver
My headphones are broken
My dark thoughts have risen
The evil I try to tuck away
Anger, pain, and fear I am stricken
Finally back in my room
Protection from the lurking doom
I blast the music as loud as i can
And the demons return to their tomb
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
Irony..phhht...life is a vacuum
I breathe deeply
gasping for air,cant catch my breath
hearts implode chest pains bring death
headaches whenever I scope in depth
why try when minds eye see's no logical reason "Y"
crooked and broken I embrace the deft in life
struggling to stay alive and escape the scythe
what did you leave but pieces.whats left?
a world of torture,a world of pain
had I known its goal was to drive me insane
deep into the wombs of yesterday I'd burrow
escaping the dept of tax on the two cups I borrowed
life is a journey with no certainty of tomorrow
yet everyone's into gain
heaping upon yourselves sorrows of joy
without heed to how it causes another pain
just when I'm enjoying the sunshine
it always starts to rain
life's a joke
we all get caught in the game
caught in a whirlwind same old new **** over and over again
bleeding reality like a catsup stain
In all this hear what im saying
save me the bullshit,save me the pain
save me from the storms as I stand in the rain
the ukulele plays,as my hearts caught with strays
all of the lights from all of my days, I squint as I gaze
I see clearly as blacks turn to grays
nights turn to dawn
the band plays on,I yawn
I say to life goodbye,as darkness retreats back to beyond
I drop my empty snifter licking my lips of cognac residue
as the sun climbs the lawn and life starts anew!
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC