"desisted" poems
It is of my opinion that you have desisted in truthiness.
And as such,
you will hence forth be known as a
'Teller of Untruths.'
As a result,
I do believe your trousers have combusted.
You are a blaggard and a rapscallion.
Good day...
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 6:28 AM UTC
I felt his ring around my finger
Before we’d even touched hands.
A meek merchant of charm,
He desisted from cheap sentiments
And instead borrowed a will of silence
From some eastern monastery or other,
Citing his affections through silent smiles
And a shrug of his shoulders which told me:
“I am as baffled by this world as you are, dear.
For far too long I have had to lean on one leg
Whilst standing, to ease my ache, to wait things out.
Come, sit with me.”
And so I did.
Resplendent white, some archaic sentiment
Of false-purity – it bathes me. Washes me of colour,
‘till I’m baked in the reflective glow of sunlight,
Rinsed of history, of time, treasures and identity.
I’m his now.
This full-bodied mirror, she stands so ungainly
In her bridal pose. A slapstick siren, a young deer
On stilts; A stretch of church floor to hesitate over
Upon hatching. She must make it to the sea.
In this reflection, I see neither him nor I,
But a composite of his kindness, my eyes;
Small forget-me-nots of a daisy-chained child
And a waysided academic.
It’s not my fault, nor his. Our dreams were wasted
By fairytales, poisoned by old fortune. No story
Succeeded, no narrative complete, ‘till love is resolved,
Until love is in place.
I felt his ring around my finger
Before we’d even touched hands.
For, why would I ever care to scale such mountains,
In a world he casts so temperate and sure?
So with each year that shall pass,
From now ‘till some curtained collapse,
I shall reduce in my margins,
Fragmented elements and forgotten scope;
I dissolve unto him,
Stagnant upon his solution.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:09 AM UTC
Today the Sunday special brief
iCloud online worship session, I did attend
(via remote support)
found me feeling pampered,
when adept technical support
didst figuratively bend
over backwards, thus aye defend
glorious, righteous,
and zealous Gurus who did expend
their religious fervor, without proselytizing
and sanctified dedication they proffered
as if this secular chap hapt tubby
a long time Facebook friend
diligently persevered amidst
my woeful yelping alarm
where bot sized wetbacks, setbacks,
and drawbacks,
required a secret char
which this netizen vaguely understood
as unfair be-tidings disallowing
thyself to purchase additional farm
ming out iCloud storage
in the deleterious harm
akin to buggy ah mush swarm
comprised documents
(painstakingly slaved over with zest)
plus sundry data necessitating mooch ***
legal tender (probably every
last red cent of mine) to in vest
concerted efforts of
at least one expert to test
her/his mettle in an attempt
(dim prospect) performing an in quest
to retrieve valuable data lost amidst a nest
of inaccessible "lost" information
(bantering with computer
jargon more so jest
with no intention to "FAKE"
trumpeting minimal knowledge
judiciously impressed
upon thine fifty plus
shades of gray matter, at my be hest
expressing scant cumulative
disc cussing duff frag
minted understanding lest,
a personal goal
to incapsulate in poetic best
not abandoning frustration
with this Macbook Pro
cuz, positive experience
wrought with Apostles eye attest,
so rather then vent
my spleen in vein
hie desisted
to rage against the machine,
and tack toward being urbane
thus, rejoicing with a cherry,
hearty, and mighty byte hooray,
asper driving,
exercising, and foisting
gentle circuitry vis a vis
neurotransmitters and neuromodulators
nudging pull-ups
within cerebral terrain.
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
*Memorising her childhood days,vacations,grand parents
Grandmother with eyes on road waiting the arrival of her grandchildren
Woke her up the horn of cars getting into the courtyard
Eyes filled with tears of happiness seeing her family
Running towards expecting a grand hug
Busy in their world of technology desisted unnoticed
Grandmother's priceless valuable love for them
Seconds,minutes,hours,days bygone
House filled with members of her family
Where she alone with nothingness of love
Abandoned in a corner with a heavy heart*
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 6:39 AM UTC
Touch me with your heart, my love,
as we once did so very long ago.
Let the tip-tap of nostalgia dangle
perceptions of what once were.
I desisted from being content
when you mentioned it was over.
The day I moved my treasures out
was a day linked in melancholy.
Oh my lover, oh my forgiven wife,
trip your way back over here.
Remember the slurping grasping
that so occupied our time.
Touch me with your heart, my love,
come back from the new that you are.
Let me stroke your inner vision
to see me again as your special one.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
Panic ensues, desperate OCD
I know I'm truly crazy
What to do with this **** phone?
The call I want won't come through on its own
I need it, can't destroy it
Right now I'd like to boil it
I need to be away from civilization
I'm not made for normal conversation
I tried to turn it off and it resisted
I had to press real hard, but finally it desisted.
Peace.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
That repulsive thing
It removes every living thing in its path
It brings destruction, agony, jealousy, depression , regret, hopelessness, never ending war
It **** my mother and my brothers
It desisted my world
That repulsive creature
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
The poem was far away and returned from so many deserts he was.
In solitude, he toured the country in the half the world and between sea and sea and two oceans, but also the same everywhere.
But he never desisted because wanted to find something more.
Again, the poem went more and more away and kept looking even he traveled missed from one place to another.
Finally, decided to return to the edge of his beginning travel.
Perplexed I read his final writing:... "Behind the Galaxy Edge, speaks indigent the same caveman "...
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
Drinking delectable daylight of our dreaming days,
Daft and dandy, dizzily darting in delusion,
Dabbling in daffodils, dandelions and daisies,
Doped-up ditzy, dilly-dallying in distortion,
Drifting delightful in daydreams of dragons dancing,
Desires dreamed-up, duly delivered,
Designer’s defined deed decreed,
Duty distinguished - Dashed and desisted!
****** and defiled!
Drunkenly dackeringly, deviously defyingly,
The Doting damsel disobeyed!
Darkly devouring devilish devices discovered dangling.
Deliciousness decayed.
Discharging dismally dismantling The Divine Delusion,
Drooping, dripping, dropping in deepening descension
Divinity despoiled by demonic dissension,
Decapitated demons dressed in damnation,
Denounce defamation, detest destitution,
Demanding the dawn with deathless devotion,
Deft daring darkness, distressed desolation,
Dreamless dejection dragging delirium.
Is Death the depth of dreaming?
Dwell dwindlingly, and disappear?
Drawn down darker…destined to drown, or
Drop into dreams deeper than death?
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 1:41 PM UTC