"detente" poems
The underlings stare
In submissive awestruck
Subjugation in landmine-filled
Landfills, are stuck
In the trenches, the feces
The carcass-strewn muck
Where the vermin-spawn ****
As they're taught how to work
And to fend for themselves
Like the Fall of Dunkirk
As the imminent doomsday device overhead
Incapacitates them
As mere prey to a web
Of a global dominion
Ambition connection
Subconscious hive-mind
Buzzing out the objection
And phobia-spreading
Pandemic misanthropy
Greed in disguise
Subsidizing atrocity
Not for me,
I am
The justified treason
The reason the man-hunters
Close open season
The cease-fire peacekeeper
Proliferation
The water war's rising
Desertification
An MIA runaway
AWOL defector
Still haunting the tombs of detente
Like a spectre
With what I assure
Mutually in the end
When I send go-aheads
On the ICBMs
And avenge the dependent expended
Caught in
This crossfire for-profit
Arms race it has been
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
Oh Henry
What a star you are!
You always loved to be at the center of attention
Your accomplishments in diplomacy are well known
You brokered the peace treaty between Israel and Egypt
You effected detente with the Soviet Union
You opened up the way for Nixon in China
You negated the Communist threat in Chile
You said it yourself
"Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.”
You have admitted that mistakes were
"Quite possibly made"
By administrations in which you served.
You have questioned whether, 30 years after the event,
"Courts are the Appropriate means by which determination is made".
And Cambodia Henry?
You were complicit
In the illegal carpet bombing of neutral Cambodia
Which sowed the seeds for the murderous Pol *** regime
Pinochet was indicted for human rights violations
Diplomacy is a ***** business
You did what you thought needed to be done
You remain cold and secretive
Do you have any remorse or regret?
The old Russian proverb is wrong Henry
Time does not heal all wounds
There is blood on your hands
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
Desolated in the rhymes of my mind
Isolated by the thoughts left behind
Many wayward dreams fill my head like a book
Rip them out at the seams, not worth another look
It's time to forget the past
Finally move forward, at last
Consecrated in the folds of my dreams
Decimated by the tears and the screams
So much disappointment lodging in my brain
Am I human, and if so, am I insane?
It's time indeed, it's overdue
Gotta live for me and forget about you
Impacted by memories buried deep
Infatuated with thoughts, losing sleep
The time has come, to look ahead once more
Staying sober of you, not like before
I'm through with the history
Ready for a grander destiny
Deep damage from all your savior faire
Detente, forced by the au contraire
Perhaps this vessel sprang a leak
Clean up your mess, I ain't your freak
Dot your vowels and cross your "T"s
The time has come for your release
Imaginary thoughts of you, now gone in the wind
Revolutionary ideas, now ready to begin
Picking up your missing pieces, shattered around
Never lying to myself again, you brought me down
I fell, it's just the ugly truth
Never again will I fall for someone like you
Time has come and gone for us
No more unum, just e pleribus
Many moments and many tears
Seems like a waste of some good years
Time to part and heave a sigh
Time to say that last goodbye
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
Just stop trying to be someone who you're not,
Because evidently, it hurts a lot.
Stop the staring and wishing to be someone that's not you,
All the unwanted thoughts passing through.
A head filled with endless wants and needs,
Desire for illusions, my helpless heart bleeds.
Stop all the complaining and fuss,
With all the fights, who’s to trust?
You are not inferior to any of thee,
But through those faded pupils, can you see?
Do you notice the world around you?
Or are you too oblivious, so lost, so blue?
Just get over your interrogating feelings of doubt,
Strive beyond your abilities; go all out.
Know what to expect from your actions,
Superior or inferior, the omnipotent fraction.
Simply love yourself and only you,
Forget the haters with nothing better to do.
Handle life's challenges in a way a unified manner,
Instead of debating who is tanner.
Live for the moment and appreciate all the love,
You have always received near and above.
Stop fooling with your mind,
Sobbing away till clearly blind.
Let yourself know we all think differently through everything,
That without you, it'd be lifeless; all the personality you bring.
We all have the power to try,
maybe then our minds won't die.
Try something riveting and new,
Something you are proud to call you.
Stop trying to love thee,
A fool, a coward you would be.
Love yourself above all,
But care for others and proudly stand tall.
Yes, I said love and not hate,
break past the open gate.
Express yourself for what you want,
Easing of tensions, by detente.
Stop all the excuses and lying,
The unreal attitude you have, the fake crying.
Trapped in portieres,
All the feelings of distrust, how unfair!
So let’s close the portieres of guilt,
And cover up with a nice, warm quilt.
A good night’s rest will do the trick,
For a poor one, who's psychologically sick.
It will help alleviate the pain,
To feel some comfort, once again.
Stop hurting yourself and feeling down,
That ashamed, guilty, timid frown.
You will learn to love,
And give those unjust feelings a great shove.
Go have fun and smile wide,
Because no matter what, when, where, why...
Everybody is on your side.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
I have declared a detente
After negotiating a truce.
My head is a no-fly zone;
The bombadier chutes stay shut.
I sat at the table
With my privy council,
And we have signed an accord.
Peace in my time.
Peace in my mind.
Forget, to forgive;
Forgive, to forget.
It seeps unmeasurable,
Infectious,
Air borne as a nucleur summer.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
Just stop trying to be someone who you're not,
Because evidently, it hurts a lot.
Stop the staring and wishing to be someone that's not you,
All the unwanted thoughts passing through.
A head filled with endless wants and needs,
Desire for illusions, my helpless heart bleeds.
Stop all the complaining and fuss,
With all the fights, who’s to trust?
You are not inferior to any of thee,
But through those faded pupils, can you see?
Do you notice the world around you?
Or are you too oblivious, so lost, so blue?
Just get over your interrogating feelings of doubt,
Strive beyond your abilities; go all out.
Know what to expect from your actions,
Superior or inferior, the omnipotent fraction.
Simply love yourself and only you,
Forget the haters with nothing better to do.
Handle life's challenges in a way a unified manner,
Instead of debating who is tanner.
Live for the moment and appreciate all the love,
You have always received near and above.
Stop fooling with your mind,
Sobbing away till clearly blind.
Let yourself know we all think differently through everything,
That without you, it'd be lifeless; all the personality you bring.
We all have the power to try,
maybe then our minds won't die.
Try something riveting and new,
Something you are proud to call you.
Stop trying to love thee,
A fool, a coward you would be.
Love yourself above all,
But care for others and proudly stand tall.
Yes, I said love and not hate,
break past the open gate.
Express yourself for what you want,
Easing of tensions, by detente.
Stop all the excuses and lying,
The unreal attitude you have, the fake crying.
Trapped in portieres,
All the feelings of distrust, how unfair!
So let’s close the portieres of guilt,
And cover up with a nice, warm quilt.
A good night’s rest will do the trick,
For a poor one, who's psychologically sick.
It will help alleviate the pain,
To feel some comfort, once again.
Stop hurting yourself and feeling down,
That ashamed, guilty, timid frown.
You will learn to love,
And give those unjust feelings a great shove.
Go have fun and smile wide,
Because no matter what, when, where, why...
Everybody is on your side.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
When bed is a tomb,
and blankets are bricks,
and sunlight will burn,
but darkness won't fix
the absence of bloom.
My stomach does churn,
wide awake and still
eyes seeking a friend
to aid gaps and till--
Spores fraid to be ferns.
My aid apprehends--
His footsteps like breath--
The spirits who haunt,
puffing out his chest,
blows a mighty gale.
I had lain there fraught,
eyes shut in great fear,
til torments abate
and my hero near'd--
wreathed in my detente.
His walk, a great gait!
Air of triumph coasts.
A great quadruped,
eyes queerly his host,
I must stare and wait.
His hair, toe to head,
Ubiquitous coat!
Fur shines with a gleam,
his body the moat--
curls to my cold dread.
His presence, serene!
Utters not a word.
Cast demons repel
back into cold earth--
My mind is wiped clean.
And so it befell:
Silence of great sympathies.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
¡Agua, no huyas de la sed, detente!
Detente, oh claro insomnio, en la llanura
de este sueño sin párpados que apura
el idioma febril de la corriente.
No el tierno simulacro que te miente,
entre rumores, viva; no, madura,
ama la sed esa tensión de hondura
con que saltó tu flecha de la fuente.
Detén, agua, tu prisa, porque en tanto
te ciegue el ojo y te estrangule el canto,
dictar debieras a la muerte zonas;
que por tu propia muerte concebida,
sólo me das la piel endurecida
¡oh movimiento, sierpe! que abandonas.
785
one dog spies another dog and begins to
fuss and growl while pulling,
himself taller, with the leash now as straight
as a stick. Two other small dogs hardly
notice him or each other as both make eye contact
with their owners; as one walks north and the other
south.
one dog meets another dog on the sidewalk,
while owners
talk
dogs circle the wagons on
leashes on an ever decreasing circle, the tangle of
words
is emphasized in the tangle of leashes.
They part ways, these aren't strays, next encounter is more
civil,
one owner drops the leash of his loved pet and the cars
**** by oblivious to the animal detente which has just been
initiated, as they stand side by side and nose to the others' tail,
a peaceful
quiet greeting, as equals. Accepted into the pack.
I watched as I was (s)trolling, wondering what my dog would make of this
trio of dog friends she hasn't even met yet... she would be made to sit
from a safe distance and then the wilful wire fox terrier of mine
would lunge
like she
was in the
Canadian tundra
at an annual
sledge pulling
contest...
with me the only
weight
holding her back!
So if we greeted one another like dogs,
.
.
.
no not that way...
what were you thinking?
Greet one another accepting the
the worst, to better appreciate the better,
and then work toward making the
encounter, the relationship, the future, the best!
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
To Destroy, First Build (The Construction of Human Dissolution)
steely Ironies begin as the end nears, leather torn by fabric,
when humans begin the separation protocol, **when first
we intend to dissolve, we need construct, ***** barriers
so true, good fences make good neighbors...no. great enemies.
the invisible ones, freight train tracks running down the middle
of the bed, new lands of “his side, her side,” shut your light off!
he makes a joke, she don’t turn her head, maybe she, offers instead
a secret grimace, thinking inside too little late, bothering/thinking
go write your breakup poetry, that’ll keep you truly invested and
ocupado, lock door’d, why is my toothbrush in a moving van, that I didn’t hire, no destination home, notes passed via refrigerator door, what was that “have children chatter?” months+words recent, huh?
just months ago, not confused, don’t touch his diet drink! man-o-man,
thank god we didn’t do a vaca drive up the West Coast, hanging with relatives in SF, LA not your town, you hate tinsel and pretense. BS.
arguing when we need to add gas, a wonderful double entendre, when was the end of detente, we abrogate the Treaty of Versailles, another place we won’t ever get to go-gether,** that just makes me sadly happier, and
I think; now I understand why he always booked us seats on airplanes separated by the aisle, no head upon his shoulder, in my lap, holding hands needs disinfectant, social distancing solves many problems now,
need now, no asking how, to conceive destroy, imagine concrete:
first you must build, it’s how one does it, human dissolution requires work, malice aforethought, we both master builders, see yeah, that’s a joke, a good one too...let’s laugh not together at us, our edifice crumbles
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 2:22 PM UTC
These are not ***** words,
Accord
Concord
Detente
Engage
These are European words.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
Aye pride myself
being sui generis
verb hose subject for a zoologist,
cuz webbed phalanges
branch handsomely
from mine feet and wrist,
where perforce great expectations,
asper the next greatest (I SCREAM)
scoop of the month intimated,
conducted under top secret
controlled laboratory conditions
with yours truly (as the de facto
par excellence)
rodent named "Oliver twist"
Lady Dedlock key ping
watchful eye within bleak house,
while Thomas Gradgrind
feigns tubby bad company
during these hard times
temporarily all quietest
lull on the western front
since Donald Trump
detente foretold by a palmist,
whereby said President
of the United States
feeling as an optimist
met with Kim Jong-un,
(cautiously side stepping morass,
viz hit blind side dare devil hoodwinking,
via awe shucks faux bully)
suspending noninterventionist
impact unexpectedly witnessed leader
of North Korea as multilateralist
on historic June 12, 2018,
summit minus linguist,
where fist pumping in Singapore
for unilateral negotiations
offloading nationalism
weighing down
figurative chest i.e. kist
by resplendent sun, where ma lounze
sotto voce, somber solemnly
sober ensemble re: joist
uniting this stately isolationist,
whose approximate
ten stone heft easy to hoist
merely sustains purposelessness
this poem without a gist
hence if Yukon spare one
(or more cruxes) lemme be fist
in line, though first, aye
would need to convince thee
this scribe doth exist!
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC
Few know, fewer heed this WWII lesson, if you're not taking
bullets you're making them, used to ****** in your stead, on
your steed. Winning WWII by luck could've prevented WWIII.
An eye for an eye, then, allowed the whole world to see.
You see not-see scientists who were working on the atom bomb,
in a strike of sanity, decided that they weren't as criminally
insane as ****** that they must stop him from getting it
by any means. They should commit high treason, half go East,
half West, determining a stalemate, detente amongst powers.
Now it seems too late, that bi-polar axi of supposed powers
'use' of pandemic to subjugate the world to survival instead of
alival, exigency instead of humanity, has pulled the rug out ....
Sadly, everybody's 'going along to get along with the program',
the speed nearly blitzkreiging, of the extermination of mankind
to it's extinction. Why, do you ask? They've premeditatedly
murdered 8 billion with climate crisis and if most figure it out
the global oligarchy, republican and totalitarian conspiracies
(West, East, new world order, same as the old), the corporate
structure, institutions, gov'ts, tools of la machine, would be
facing the wrath of 7 billion souls, they might not fare well, no?
The coronaing of human being is the rich dictated needed segue
to get US to be extinct with a whimper, instead. You, illimitable
potential, indivisible as life, walking nature's balance, giving
back to her abundance, can abolish fossil fuel use, save us all.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 6:15 AM UTC
Paradoxical dichotomy greaves, gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts. Ostensible incursion inevitably irrefragable. Execrating eventuation evocative expletives detente, diction's enunciation executant orotund sonorous. Anticipate angary amentia, tercel theocracy. Categorical imperative hubris, invertible investiture objectified manifest. Capitol appreciation annuities equity. Argufy philanthropic's panacea, incessant barratry's preterite renditions, retrospectively retroactive's vicarious recalcitrance, futurity's fatidic, oneiromancy's apotropaic. Elan vital's apotheosis. Virile fertility's fecundity, mesomerism's resilience estranged ensemble orchestration!!!........let us pray!!!
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 1:28 PM UTC
¡Detente!
Esto es un asalto.
Es un asalto de tus emociones,
Vengo a robarte un par de versos,
de esos que paralizan el tiempo,
que te llenan de deseo,
que te leen el corazón
que te hacen volar tu imaginación!
Vengo a robarte un par de besos
de esos mojaditos, suavecitos,
larguitos, tiernitos, y
apasionadamente riquísimos.
De esos besos que te enchinan la piel,
que doblan tu rodilla,
que encojen tu sensatez,
que derrumban murallas impertinentes,
que hacen que tu cuerpo entero
se vuelva en un hormiguero de cosquilla.
Detente,
vengo a robarte el sueño
platicando sobre nuestra vida,
a desvelarnos mirando la luna,
nombrando una estrella a cada sentimiento,
no dormiremos leyéndonos versos de grandes poetas,
haremos de este amor todo una composición poética.
Vengo a seducirte con esta boca que se antoja de ti,
vengo a invadir cada espacio de tu cuerpo,
a colonizar tus sentimientos,
adueñarme de tus silencios,
abordar todos tus pensamientos.
No te acobardes y no tengas miedo,
es verdad que vengo asaltarte,
que estoy armada…..en puro deseo,
pero te juro…que saldrás de este asalto
muy bien beneficiado.
LeydisProse
8/16/2017
https://www.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
A kitten sits
Between his paws
Mewling; little thing
He, stoic, sniffs
Gazing left and right
Guard dog on duty
Interspecies romance? No.
Cat and dog detente? No.
Beings caring? Yes.
https://www.facebook.com/SimplyBeautifulPage/videos/691408344341610/
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC
We have three or four cats
Two or three of them are black
Fred, the ginger, remains Fred
Without Boss Dog they seem lost
Alliances shift hour by hour
Minute by minute
Who gets the lap?
Right now, surprisingly,
Ms. Black is back
Miss Prissy Hissy
Lady Lucky herself
Prowls her kibble kingdom
Fred the Red with a "Rouwll!”
And a “Rouw!” and a “Prrrrrt…”
Makes his feelings known
Black in the box
Remains subtle queen
With a Lucky detente
Game is not over
Black blur in periphery
Three cats or four?
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 12:32 PM UTC
Gira la flor
-¡Tenue, exquisita flor!-
al son del pasar, de lo próximo y lo incierto,
al tacto del rincón eterno del ojo de Cronos
tu vestido nochebuena;
sus sangrientos espirales,
bombeando la vaporosa y gris arquitectura de tu ****
marcando el límite -territorio-
señalando y ordenándome
sentir sino punzante y pedregosa impotencia;
ahogados en fuego llanto
gritamos yo y mi alma en silencio:
-Detente tu girar y date vuelta;
haz dos de tus girares, corazón;
dime, dime una vez más, con tu danzar;
recuérdame cual viejo frío y senil
el cómo te empecé yo a amar.
Y, delimitada mi clemencia, mi suspirar y mi poder
repetiste, con ignorancia, mi razón de lujo amar;
diste el bucle enamorado
recordando el ser de tus frías venas
recostándose en su verde esplendor;
tus contemplaciones, líneas de leer
del parentesco tuyo al griego guerrero
cuya espada y formidable escudo dorado
respondían con insolente vehemencia
a las plegarias del desdichado Héctor;
es tu intrigante idioglosia
tu secreto idioma tambaleante y curvilíneo;
la respuesta onírica, anhelada
bajo tu impetuoso y salvaje vestir nochebuena.
Códigos causantes
bañando el camisón de barroco secreto
de tu sucio y ominoso deseo;
poderíos inexistentes redactados con iris
en el más humano idioma;
la táctil y clara erección de tu registro
lubricado en el sadista idioma tuyo;
el tortuoso y cíclico tremor
de tu vestido nochebuena.
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 5:13 AM UTC
Each time I read his nick
I remember our two countries
were in stalemate during my youth.
My government
wanted me to believe
that if we bested his to the moon
his citizens would forever be subjugated
to second rate status.
I knew but a little, certainly
one could not judge
with the equivalent of a space age
sporting event.
Now we are at it again,
suspicions well fed
by twenty-four hour
social media with nothing
but separatism on the brain.
Alex is my friend of choice,
neither he nor I selected the lands
reared within, enemies
do not care for one another
as brothers.
Be ****** the drama
of political intrigue,
I want more from our friendship
than the uneasy truce
of another era of detente.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC