"dignities" poems
There are so many sides to me...
A perplexing mixed identity...
A spliced yet whole menagerie...
Of characters...
To meet each one...is to be undone...
Touched...without flesh...
I am Vesuvius...just below the surface...
Molten malice merging...swirling...
The narrow Nile...
Meandering mildly...coaxing vexing perplexing...wildly...
A temptress...a child...a bitter diatribe...holding...no...unfolding...
This story...non-benign...
And this is where you come in...
Tumultuous tide...your raging winds...
A course-less calamity...to pursue...
That is not me...THAT...is you...
Unbridled...and unabashed...
Alas our toxic story line...how well embittered did entwine...our love...
Dangerous pursuit...then...you took root...
Off with the loot...
Of my misfortune...
I attempt to fold...
Forfeit my resentment...discontentment...
My own deliverance from you...
You disappear...no...transform
Retreat...from your chaotic norm...
Another type of magic trick...to capture my bewilderment....
Fully...
Fooly...
Folly...
Tears tremble on edge...carried swiftly from ledge...where they teeter...
Behind each one...is held an ocean...
A watery well...
Endless emotion...
Navigating features...dodging dignities plea...
WE...
Toss the currency of love into the depths...
Whisper wishes on the wind...
The downward dance...a wishes chance...
The murky bottom is but wishful thinking...
I should be rich off the wonder...
That put asunder...Our love...
I am Vesuvius...
Just below the surface...
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
Is there, for honest poverty,
That hings his head, an’ a’ that?
The coward slave, we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
Our toils obscure, an’ a’ that;
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp;
The man’s the gowd for a’ that,
What tho’ on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin-gray, an’ a’ that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man’s a man for a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
Their tinsel show an’ a’ that;
The honest man, tho’ e’er sae poor,
Is king o’ men for a’ that.
Ye see yon birkie, ca’d a lord
Wha struts, an’ stares, an’ a’ that;
Tho’ hundreds worship at his word,
He’s but a coof for a’ that:
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
His riband, star, an’ a’ that,
The man o’ independent mind,
He looks and laughs at a’ that.
A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an’ a’ that;
But an honest man’s aboon his might,
Guid faith he mauna fa’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
Their dignities, an’ a’ that,
The pith o’ sense, an’ pride o’ worth,
Are higher rank than a’ that.
Then let us pray that come it may,
As come it will for a’ that,
That sense and worth, o’er a’ the earth,
May bear the gree, an’ a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
It’s coming yet, for a’ that,
That man to man, the warld o’er,
Shall brothers be for a’ that.
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Kiss me through this window pane
And tell me you love me
Though I cannot hear you
Pick a raindrop and watch it fall
Let out a breath and again inhale
The sweet and toxic air
Stand up tall and straight
When you walk away from me
So our dignities are upheld
And don't miss me or mourn
Don't get sad, not angry
Don't let a thread of thought
Of me collapse into your
Guarded mind
For I will destroy you
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
You could desperate hear me start weeping
Ruckus started to crying to crack tangerine
holds one still upright auburn
as an immortal's loneliness fogged or condemned
stays a Sahara burnt hot tambourine
a hangover led Arabian
a broken record
some shattered the bathroom bar.
I wonder for my brother's dowry
on beds too kempt to be called beds
and doorframes and lamps set never high enough to hit again,
to stand to kneel to lock to lash to hold to my brother's body
now felt to me like the female sold fragile to the greater cities with
a vote,
he clearly left his Argentina behind no matter
how she paled, ended struck.
No longer a child or sister to pass as
to take guests in alone
to stand our married couple's cries an unmuteable radio
can't go back to playrooms for imparallel dignities' sake
that made all the noise at night worth it to deal with
I, don't want to play the rook
if no horse of yours' beside.
Now once the scarcity of your voice,
if even morbid,
is to be greeted by me alone,
Adam and Eve we have unable to see,
just for the empty halls of your decision just for me to hit,
your turned leaf hidden agenda of relief,
I recognise my faiths of the old of your endless
mornings supposedly killed by snoring and your
vividness to my thoughts a foreign concept,
to note you resurrected out of mind and out of sight
the congruence picks me out and slaps me that
our cocoon and safe designed for you
was nothing short of a coma web in your eyes
to begin with instead.
...
I look out to my brother's dowry
to hold stubborn, fainted in my nook the head of my brother's body
to sit on his old air this house keeps like a sari gem
he will never long for
again.
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
Dread, is when I took step after endless step on the staircase of death.
No. ‘Death’ is too extreme - ‘staircase of scattered limbs and self-esteems.’
The summit wasn’t far now yet it wasn’t getting any closer.
My cousin Keya was behind me; her breath cooled
my sun-blistered calves and I looked back at her.
Her almond eyes and her thin lips came together
in that customary way that moved anyone to her command.
I turned back and took the steps two at a time, too quickly to think.
Was the sky really this blue?
When it isn’t crowded out by buildings, planes and industry
it could be mistaken for the smiling reflection of an unbroken ocean.
It was a strange feeling, to be so tall and no taller. I thought:
‘if I were to live here,
I’d forever be looking down at the rest of the world.’
Keya’s little head scans the ground at my feet before she joins me.
I grit my teeth and
ignore my knocking knees.
The clouds had stood still as if they had stopped to watch and right then, it was hard to see
how this moment could possibly end.
Braying, restless braying shook me out of my reverie.
The clamour of the fiendish contingent below us clashed violently
against each other. Some
were new challengers.
Others hoped to reclaim the dignities they had lost up here.
I raised my foot; ‘I am ready’.
A hand gently pushes the small of my back.
‘No’ I thought. ‘I’m not ready at all.’
My bony bottom bounces off the sides of the slide to cheers from below. Keya laughs, and follows.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
Stranger than me, or too much alike
some wrangle upon toilet papers
plastic cups out of place or lost time;
peering past, another wanders on.
Tinkling wires and rainbow faces
hearing, seeing, perchance aurific speaking
the namer among ten-thousand petty things
or squinting upon the verge of time, espy a sequal.
Step by step to round the universe
or being fell-swept away in cubboards
seem or act unseemly, like or dislike
played to the order in the round, circling about.
Why so familiar these drabbed tones of ant trumpets
or wineskins grown old to leak and sputter?
Tis the wish and will, holding like ****** to the ropes
great gales n frothing nothingnes storming on.
But We, blown upon the Aether of the Soul
a great conquest of rousing dignities;
here, under nooks, behind secret doors
or bounding past, lightning speed, relay some wonder.
Shock of waking, or dulcet tones in the Alarm of life
our shadows twist, there on the lintel of private hours
our care, held through the Night kinder endearments
then danced over reeling waves for sweet inspection.
Here unalone a look, a voice and laughter ring the ears
a crying out, or trebled inward sigh, too close to trembling-
Who is this Sojourn Friend?
Perhaps our best of self combined
no more allied to faithless days nor dark an empty smiles-
strange wastes some carelessness invents to wrack the hours.
But We, no stranger to the Sojourner's faith, Are One.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 12:37 PM UTC
I know, you know
That I know, to look beyond the obscure dignities,
they're deceptions rooted in loss
created to alleviate the weight of your entire being,
You cannot deceive me
Because your soul is beautiful and pure,
This is the source of your true power
Jul 9, 2023
Jul 9, 2023 at 12:52 AM UTC
hot cheeks burning
tears salty and sweet
run like wildfires
burning off the undergrowth
chasing woodland creatures
down to the streams
someday, we won't remember this
passion drained us so sweet
clear the pathways
ravage all the fields
burn down the bridges
pull down all the monuments
someday, we won't remember this
souls entwined as lovers
brought down to her knees
drained of all blood
stripped of dignities
laid bare to each
but never felt so free
*i don't care what's right or wrong,
i won't try to understand.
let the devil take tomorrow
lord tonight I need a friend*
light the match,
stoke the heat
feel the burning
(no one here will get out of this alive)
and, someday, we won't remember this...
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 12:12 AM UTC
Rebellion isn't death-defying.
No, it is the scythe itself:
the keen edge of derision
sharpened by subversion,
tested by disadvantage.
Down with the patriarch
but if you can't beat him
join him
betray him
enslave him...
Never ask:
is he the problem?
Each patriarchy is a tower
of tradition;
each brick: another tower;
each cell: another tower,
imprisoning
dignities and dignitaries
of fairer facade or form?
Fair would mean equal
but no man is made equal,
so why debase to elevate
why elevate to debase?
Down with the patriarch!
His ways have blinded us.
He asks too much.
Let us remake him,
that relic of bygone era.
Is power not what it is...
to be human?
No, it is not.
Love is that identity.
It is the total pleasure
it is the pain elixir
it is hidden beyond greed.
Greed for control.
Freedom is not control
Freedom is comfort
for one, truthfully, is only
ever
not free
when one is in pain.
So yes, destroy the patriarch,
but
don't destroy the man.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
O, the echoes of dignity!
It doesn't have any stature,
O, the echoes of dignity!
It doesn't have any pictures!
O, the echoes of dignity!
It doesn't have any color!
O, the echoes of dignity!
It holds no position.
Such is the echo of dignity.
O, the echoes of dignity!
They resonate deeply in every layer of our expectations!
There are many problematic shadows.
But one can feel the presence of ways to repent and make things right!
But beware! The softness always wants to protect from the bitterness of guilt while one still wants to repent, whereas my struggling mode strives to seek the balance between these impulses.
I know it is the world of ragging dignities of so many people who sometimes listen to their inner voices or don't!
O, the echoes of dignity!
I want to feel the quest for the quality of freedom and the responsibility of freedom, for one can be amidst adversity and gain victory against all the fearful demons of compromising odds!
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Sep 27, 2023
Sep 27, 2023 at 11:13 AM UTC
Remember what happened in that black 98
battered souls, bruised dignities, blackened eyes
fallacies, conspiracies
no apology, no sympathy
but this is David and Goliath
don't you remember,
like eighteen years ago
except for its atrocities
and ridiculosities.
Dad,
you inflicted this on me,
you should have known
that the wheel
doesn't stop rolling.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 12:01 AM UTC
Providence the dreadful mystery;
The impeccable dignities and places
Sweep in spirals, from the sand;
that blowed And licked at your feet
The world Conceived before those hills
Foot-fast; Look, where He strove to get at.
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
There's a problem with
Our powers
Worldwide
Weapons on patrol
Posturing with our patriotic fist
Controlling foreign soils (souls)
Competition with the big dogs
China on the rise
Vladimir Putin is being so **** nice
No needs for anyone to die!
While here (In the states)
Simple basic dignities
Are at there all time low's
Even our basic health cares
Have become
Death panels roles
And don't look at our boarder
The place we've dropped the ball
A bunch of freedom's nationalist
Shaped by our own fear's cause!
Guns, guns, guns
Shooting everyone
Welcome to America
Look what we've become!
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
Wait for it. Our brilliant extinction, we've figured something out, and expand, go forth, take it, cherish and entitlement to dignity, however never superiority, virtue is present in every hedonist, and every holy man has a hard appentige that is ready to burst, re fluidity of philosophers and the hypo **** of artists, reaching out for truth and finding death, artists seeking out death and finding love and bursting with the stars, the relative dignities am take hold and we decide and the breaking point, between defeat, surrender and the possibilities, the senses being able to detect the grass growing, our ears finding the correlations of melodies but sifting and uniqueness comes through and always shines, we are careful of black and white thinkjng but then suddenly the truth is illuminated, we must bust our chains! Take what is ours! And history will recycle, to hell with libear progression, let our ecosystems battle and let gray area be black and white, our brilliant departure from where we started, born with eyes wide open, without limitation
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
The North Country calls to those few who search for each other.
They’ve trekked far and long through poverty, apathy, tireless addictions
to find a place that takes their hands and holds them softly and coaxes the needles from their arms and bandages old wounds now infected and
kisses their lips like the first time again and says that there are better things to be had than heartache and misery.
They have found their home in the North high above all things where they were lead by a hunch that told them that they would find each other there.
The others.
Those few who feel the meat of life in their flesh, flavorful and juicy with humanity, emotion, and healthy discontentment.
They smell the scent of existence and experience in their nerves, tingling with peppermint sensations and awareness.
And in their bones is a thing or two more: A strength that houses their curious souls and replenishes dignities before sending them onto their next spiritual expedition.
They have skeletons that rattle with the purest rhythms of an entity, bones that drum a beat more constant than heart.
There are parties waiting for them in their marrow where they will find the river of unlimited knowledge and friendship and ***** that was truly always coursing through their veins.
I cannot wait to ride that beautiful river and be so full and so satisfied.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
We live in an age where we can easily decline viable offers because we think that we are above them
This easy accessible word: "no"
Has saved lives, dignities and cultures
But as the saying goes things should be taken in moderation
Sometimes saying, "no," to life isn't in your best interest
Life must take it's course and the only way that can happen is if we acknowledge the efforts made by others before we so easily reject them
One day you will realize that the glass ceiling you have so carefully made for yourself, is broken
And you will have to rebuild your shelter with new materials
In that moment try not to decline what has already happened
Because if you aren't sure of the past how can you be sure about the future?
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
Wake up time/ by me..,,, Your statued liberty will collapse oh dire nation! For where is your station? On CNN or ABC? MSN turned TNT! Explosions to come, children will run to tower's of pure inferno! Mourn them, mourn you, for you shall have a box nailed next to theirs! Do you not scare? To witness evil dignities? For all pains turn pity to doped hallucinations! Clean out your ***** tracks you smoked up and cracked out! For terror and doubt will be men's own making! Sinful lust in the making! No not Hollywood, only misunderstood to anthem of star spangled sinner! Unloosen your chain's you slave to what is! Whats wrong !? Not hearing clearly? Potent venom will stricken the veins of rich and poor alike, where no love yet all strife will come with your new order! Form shut up your bowels the same as your borders, the bombs are bound to cross in!!! Nations split to perplexity! No smiling, all grins! Wake out of the dust you sleepy time dreamers, you new age and young pheners, you protest the wrong things! For you will be startled as a thief to the night! Its happening already! No Freddy Krueger story, no living, all deathly!!!tensionatic visions have been for told, for copper does not stay gold in a world to be swept!
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
Where is that daunting monster
Boogie man in life’s shadow
Master mentor and concierge
Whose touch I’ve come to know
To you I’ll waste no breath
Beauty is not long and septic
My daunting docent of death
Midwife to misery, work quick
What small dignities remain
Strung of vomiting seconds
Cultures a pearl of great pain
To ferry a man of no direction
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 9:42 AM UTC
The sea quarrels with its maker
Twisting and turning
Hunching heaps of gravel
Onto the dry sand.
Life fights out its dignities
***** and hand
Leaving trembling
What was given and planned.
Love Mary
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
They strip me of my dignities.
Time steals treasured memories.
Stress ages with wrinkles and ulcers.
No new faith just tarnished alters,
majestic dreams cannot sustain.
I falter in the throes of this pain,
stand trembling, stumbling in vain.
I cannot remain the same.
Fallen family and friends disappear
moving up on and out of here.
In the end I lose it all;
dying with no angel wings
to bring me to them.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 7:11 AM UTC