"discoverable" poems
Is burrowing a web
weaving a collection,
accumulating an anthology
For a far gone day
Stash them away
set them aside with a
what, when, why
rather than right
now ambitious zeal
discoverable.
findability.
Its the nature of the undertaking.
My minds an unavoidable reciprocal
Gratified by wasting time,
It’s just there filling space
Tucked away for a rainy day
In every nook and cranny
Tickling the fancy.
Affording a kind of intellectual gusto
that's borderline deplorable
accumulatively downright trifling.
Nonetheless,
even if it's unnecessary
I'll never get my fill
paper to hand typing away
uncovering all of life's mysteries
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
We have no choice in our birth
Or the time we are brought into this earth
Henceforth tis only by a want
A choice not to be flaunt
It's a fight that will only put on delay
The day when we kiss this world away
Destined for a date unfathomable
But to some the beauty is discoverable
Each soul lives by self a self goal
Wonderful wants tucked into a unique skull
To some the end is a terrible fear
Others becon it near
"Love thy neighbor"
They may be poor
Or
Shut you out with the slam of a door
But, if you love you can do no more
We will all face the hooded reaper
It can end in a gentle whisper
Or a terrible fight of terror
For many including i
We don't wish to die
But there are those who suffer
Whose choice to live is to worse than the other
We all wish to save eachother
And yet must discover
Dieing is a salvation
To a burdened soul without any hope of a collection
Of their deserved happy memories
Denied to them since infancies
As awful truths as these
Death is no disease
I love you
And no matter what may be
That is true
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
one in ten women they say
that’s a hell of a lot of women
but still i’m here
at twenty years of age
speaking with the doctor
about infertility
and pain only manageable by
hormones and narcotics
we talk of a diagnosis
only discoverable by surgery
there has to be a better way
there has to be
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
She said, “ you so fine, makin’ me blush”
I said , “Love, It’s just me a professional mutt”
She said, “ Sweets, come close don’t get too rough”
I said, “let me take you down, it’ll be enough”
Take you down, just be enough
I have confidence already, so excuse my ignorance
Pretty face blinds my mind during times & certain circumstances
But I’ll show my flaws just
for you
Let those flaws shower down
on you
emotions be discoverable
So let me trace my fingers
all over you
She said, “ you so fine, makin’ me blush”
I said , “Love, It’s just me a professional mutt”
She said, “ Sweets, come close don’t get too rough”
I said, “let me take you down, it’ll be enough”
Take you down, just be enough
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 1:19 AM UTC
that below you,
your feet,
your soul..
something stirs from the ancients
awakening this new oblivion..
you ask how, never.
could it be just,
simple
hunger..
the fright with no recover
for no means lay discoverable here..
land frozen, bitter.
and may i add,
succinct,
short, sweet..
do not falter, new directions
create the life you've grown to know quite well..
suffer, yet prevail.
though still and still,
that empty
fills up..
void full of fallacies like
what you see is what you get, where's the faith..
in the world, yourself.
you must go search,
you can't
let go..
for that which hides is worth finding
in both the journey and the resolution..
let your ship set sail.
be the captain,
guide that
helm through..
endure whatever comes forth
to misguide you, deceive you, taunt, block you..
crush the ice, bring hope.
numb to the bone,
but wait,
the warmth..
euphoria, achievement's
best reward when such struggles, outperformed.
you've reached the goal,
now make two more.
failure comes, and
failure goes, but
success is worth more than a thousand stones.
port, bow, starboard, stern, compass unbeknown,
never hesitate in changing your course..
follow the north wind,
let it take you home.
May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 5:41 PM UTC
Stop. your taking my breath away.
Things about you memorize me,
and I'm stuck thinking about you all day,
I still hope, your the one, holding the key
Unlock my heart, and open up yours.
All these nights away from you,
Could be opening new discoverable doors,
But with you, I feel like I can do,
anything.
Feeling light and free,
You may never realize,
You helped me.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
I am woman
I radiate
I am strength and depth
I am flawed
I grow
I exist
I am an enigma wrapped in secrets
I am undiscovered
I am discoverable
I want
I need
I am matter
I am protons and neutrons
I am love
I am dust
I am mortal
I hope
I breathe
I am
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
I fled to the sea to find the living,
drowning in dyslexia of libraries.
Have we forgotten how to breathe?
Illiteracy was discoverable amongst
the feeble beckoning hope
Dance to peace unbeknownst death,
requested by an idyllic spokesperson
My fear for these gentle beings
ventured into an alarming fantasy
Ignorance to fully expressing
their brains taste nauseating
Frightened of touch,
Cautious of aroma,
Cowardice of expression
Fear has evolved drastically
into feelings rather than sight
Never lose yourself
midst the crowd of the sheep
For they walk unknowingly
to death swooning them
kindly than ever
Find yourself and your mind
You may win or lose delightfully
Cowardice is idleness,
fright is reversible,
& caution is granted.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 6:16 PM UTC
on the Earth, some need a heaven and hell above,
which suits the powered up reigning status quo rulers,
promising that by being just and docile,
one will earn frequent flyer life miles
to a destination ticketed & named,
but not by actual visitation,
a return confirmation, never
some take your self-love as their own idea,
reselling it over and over again back to you
but know that when you sing your own song,
the discoverable truth is we all
get to go to sort of a sanctuary,
especially if you record-keep your flaws,
in order to constantly reinvent yourself
in order to
reach some kind of agreement with yourself
human gravity is hard enough to escape so travel light,
shed those skins over and over again,
each a modest improvement sequentially,
leave your exited charred speech behind,
knockoff the blackened flaking edges, a discarded cutaway,
this way to transcend phony notion redemption requirements,
redemption
is a toxic emblem, a symbol unrequited and a sucker’s play
I am the spirit of another’s name, who, here to teach,
this being today’s lesson;
how to reach your unique
truth sanctuary,
where the stronghold of who you yet-to-be, can-be awaits,
the reinventing ones, successful, some call poets,
they do not confuse redemption requests
with sanctuary
only provisioned
by yourself,
for yourself
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
Adult Alternative Poem
not for the young, reserved just for the young, just at heart,
your skin, face, crinkled, for smiling is you resting face positivity,
you daily existence free of punctuation, no separation,
your body tilted, falling forward, only direction the chest understands
your words sewn on tapestry of silence, yet voices never stilled,
fingertips spark on command when touch is earnest, casual, fierce,
Bublé, Sting, Daughtry, Allison and Adele, ****** tears commingling,
read her your love poetry & her chest breathing, your oxygen tube
easy to be an adult when the alternatives are all
proximity discoverable, nearness constant, distance an irrelevancy,
age just another construct and love, an ageless deconstruction+
unfinished reconstruction, adult alternative channel, our only playlist
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
Why do we try so hard to create something
Out of nothing?
Perhaps you were searching for a miracle in that
Pile of nothingness instead of letting it
Find you
And for all one knows I might be burying what you were searching for
Deep in that amassment of memoirs you believed were
The happiest moments of your life
And at the very same place, I find myself unearthing for an avenue to
Just
Breathe.
Perhaps I might have chanced upon a piece which
Mentioned that no one could possibly hurt
Someone so beautiful like you
However forgive me for all these long lost words
Still do manage to find their way back home
Perchance you stumbled upon the riddles I speak
Which convinced you of unconditional love
So you try to decode them only to find yourself
High and dry
All over again
And in the end, what’s discoverable in that pile of nothingness
Are episodes of guilt trippings waiting to be re-enacted
Only to gather more.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
I was told of a wonderful opportunity.
There exists a location,
reachable only by the hopeful,
discoverable only by the kind-hearted,
enterable only by the undefilied,
delicately designed by the nonpareil,
divinely crafted by the most deft.
So I organized my thoughts for years,
how does any human remain unsullied, kind-hearted and hopeful?
The only solution I could come to,
was that this awe-inspiring place,
is not designed for someone like me.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC
What have you paid for this nothingness,
This refusal you have made your own,
Wearing discontent like shamefulness,
To be greatest at being alone?
What satisfaction your martyrdom,
Your stubborn turning the other cheek,
The Queen of the loneliest kingdom,
Self-loathingly bragging she is weak?
What appreciation have you earned,
Playing the role of unlovable,
Who knows more than the lessons she learned,
Too scared to be discoverable?
What’s worth being unworthy of love,
Flaunting beauty as only a tease,
Fallen from that pedestal above,
If you smiled once you’d find love with ease.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
Heard Doc Watson once.
Got a used banjo but the fingers just couldn't cut it
Got the music in me but ****** if I can get it out
Don't like crowds or audiences anyway.
Sometime even fear my close friends.
Don't stand up to their Atheism when it comes.
Science don't get faith and faith seeking proof dissipates.
But these atheist friends don't seem to contemplate the horror within
the mechanistic, physical progression from Big Bang to the end.
One can admire the astute, patient discoveries
about the mechanical; this still discoverable physical world.
Pizo electric charges allow interaction with
this transparent screen smart phone
laid on fingertips miracle
Me?
I get more excited by
The actions of mind upon matter.
I can get lost in the shape of a hammer
As I retrace from its form to conception.
An ancestor of mine once imagined
A tool of simplicity and force.
Created an extension that reached from the mind to the hand to the nail.
And when I heft my hammer in my hand and lift it to strike
The complete marriage of mind, human, tool, and history
Comes to bear on the head
Of that nail
(Whose story entwines with that ancient hammer).
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC