"dithers" poems
am I awake dreaming that I am asleep
or perhaps asleep dreaming that I am awake
yet I do dream. I dream of Brazil
where antique rages like great storms
announce themselves with a small breeze
that stands against rust in mighty waves
and stares at the bleak mid winter
eyes of oppression and by
crimson haste, dithers in despair
and watches the pages
that unleash such rages
become the cobalt colour of tombstones
who ***** themselves behind the eyes
in dramatic stages
yet is the announcement of all these
historic rages
that are outrageous
placed upon blank pages
that butchers compassion
which is almost infinitesimally brief
yet so poignant and dislocating
has a momentarily almost faint identity
that singles indefinable loss
that is expressed in all known language
and splinters the mind into dark deep waters
that the only thing that can be
trusted is this moment, this moment
is the realisation, so powerful
that one cannot do otherwise
but confront it and in so doing
feel the immense vibration of change
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
time governs
you and me
treat it not
irreverently
chance the unknown
while you can
sands of time
pause for no woman nor man
one and all
quick sticks
the time piece
it ticks it ticks
dithers and dawdlers
hear the alarm
wasted days
do each of us
irreversible harm
of the calendar year
we are sure
but moments in time
are pending trapdoors
make every venture
your stock in trade
lest time render us
uncertain and afraid
in reality rosters
and agendas do vary
devilish time
oft wickedly contrary
speed up Jack and Jill
sundials are on a roll
time is indiscriminate
exacting
a costly toll
governor time
is carefully deliberating
our pendulums
remonstrating
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
The dark clouds linger in the sky.
The rain is about to cry.
The fate has been written.
The worst is yet to be smitten.
The sun has set in the west.
Darkness has worn its dress.
So here am I standing alone in the dark
Waiting for the destiny to bark.
I wait.
I shiver.
My mind quivers.
My soul dithers.
I sit alone and hold.
Smiling, I retire back.
Because I’ve realised
Darkness is my destiny.
Darkness is my life.
I belong here.
-Khushi :)
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
I cannot hear.
Sound has lost its crispness.
Articulated consonants
have merged into blurred murmurings.
The loss was not sudden.
No cataclysmic happening
but rather a gentle deterioration
of a faculty, once taken for granted.
Normal conversation, once a joy,
has become a struggle.
Repartee, chit chat, a little banter
is no more.
The quality of sound
once reverberated and filled spaces;
now I have no spaces – just tinnitus,
constantly grinding away.
To be sightless is to be aware,
with other senses sharpened;
but deafness leads to
introspection, loneliness and deep despair.
The half blind wear their glasses
and look so very wise.
The deaf man, with his hearing aid,
dithers.
I should know.
~
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 6:00 AM UTC
I have hidden incognito a decade in this desert,
enscounced in the Bad Lands of a wasted life,
evading both politics and the Bureau of Statistics,
immersed in maths for senseless games of chance.
I forget promises and birthdays with equal disregard,
attempt mental reconstructions of past events,
seeking the forgiveness I have no power to grant,
all my atoms expanding heirlooms of critical mass.
The gravitational attraction of lifelong friendships,
dithers perception at the horizon of a span of years,
warping the wormhole space between our arms, our minds.
I need only for you to ask that I should stay.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 11:31 AM UTC
Gumbo the sprat reminds you he has
no place to go,
away from the night shoals
swimming mid stream,
he dithers if the pier should burn down,
could he bear if the anglers drowned?
yet he's not too axiomatic
knowing right from wrong.
but again theres no pretense
only a presence
swallowing this illusion of depth.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
Which way do you fold me?
Sometimes, the love is strong,
and it holds me up,
and gets me in and gets me out.
Sometimes, the love is present,
it runs through the room,
it flows through the days.
Sometimes, the love is gone,
it leaves empty rooms
it comes in unfinished sentences.
Why does it have to be like that?
Why can't things be normal?
Not pretending, not faking.
But maybe some changing,
it would be good.
This cursive is writing on the wall,
This fluent is in languages I can't understand.
Sometimes it seems
you need a walk in closet.
To hang your skeletons in.
But once you hang them,
Leave them. Leave them for me,
Leave them for you,
I dont care how you do it,
Just leave the closet closed forever.
Baby Once in a Blue,
You make me sad.
Yet that sad sometimes spells,
Sad is a long word,
And it means things, some of us
Don't know how to explain.
So, lets try one more time,
Another round, for the couple of the year.
Dithers, and high high Hithers,
they may come and go,
For all I know, I'll be where you are.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 12:05 AM UTC
Her hands are freezing
Her soul is shaking
Is it because it's so cold
Or that racing heart that unfolds
The tension gets thicker
She nervously dithers
Is this really happening
As snowflakes start falling
He takes her lips
They kiss so deep
Under the lamplight
Lovers steal the spotlight
Wrapped in tight embrace
His caress is her fireplace
Under the burning glow
At temperature below zero
An eternal moment right there
All dissolves into thin air
She doesn't notice time just flew
He is her dream come true
They're kissing in the snow
He melts into her shadow
She gives her heart of gold
Love's a flame in the cold.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 5:23 PM UTC
when the quiet is the whisper
gingerly wring the neck of ravens, to sleep deeper.
split the infinity.
give heartache a farthing of your coin, realm-less
spinning in the dithers of your lingering agenda
helpless.
loom oodles of shear joy, dis-attached from farms of promise
a reckless keening in the dreary gloom
of a perfect day.
and caramel apple car-bombs for Halloween.
Oct 14, 2011
Oct 14, 2011 at 11:39 PM UTC
She lay still
Yielding, yearning
Her soft skin
Like spring
It glows
It calls
It pleads
In a lonely mime
Ivory sheets
Once white
Demanding warmth
Deep longing
Serenading
Like a dry land
Waiting
I watch
I feel
I crave
Savage desire
Pulsating like anger
Like a storm
Like destruction
Insanity
I watch
I listen
Her heart commanding
With heat
With passion
Unpararelled
Obsession
She undresses
Reveals
Her soul
I bare
Uncover
Unclothed
Soul
To soul
I touch
I roam
Like a traveler
Amazed
Uncovering
Nurturing
I worship
She welcomes
Permitting
She succumbs
Her becoming
She savors
Rippling
Skin
To Skin
I reach
Intruding
Wanting
More
Like hunger
Like pain
Suffocating
She gives
She offers
She opens
Like a slave
To her Queen
Like a Queen
To her Goddess
Heaven
I receive
Tolerating
I devour
Consuming
Mouth
To her being
Maddening
She dithers
She quivers
Like a serpent
She slithers
She takes
Moaning
Damp
Begging
I feast
I swallow
I ******
I follow
I lick
I ****
I flick
I ****
We bare
We share
Skin
To skin
Soul
To soul
Body entwined
Like Honeysuckle
Divine
© 2012 Maryanne M
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
I
if I yelled into a walkie talkie,
would you melt, or burn,
blaring noise
glaring sun,
glaze the windows, someone!
II
fade away and radiate,
move the people dis-populate,
we may all glow,
there are leaks, they know,
but that is not all
they are going to build
an icy wall to STOP thoseleaksnow,
some one strong willed
is taking charge of those positive and negatives
keep an i on atom, physically speaking.
III
shake, shake
roll the water
shake shake
roll the dice
shake shake
what happens
in the kitchen
where it is hot
and you bang
plates together
the do break, explosively
this time, no
tsunami, so sue me
but it was a six point one
when we get a nine what then?
IV
they have politics,
they have unrest,
they have strife,
put the ad in
the paper, some
one misunderstood, vehement
denials, sabres rattling cementing
bad relations blame the propagandist
bad formula blame the chemist
bad politics cost elections
bad people take lives
that are not theirs to erase, displace
or otherwise disgrace, I know we will
never know what has gone on,
but it really comes down to ONE,
all it takes is one to die,
and it - whatever the point is
is wrong,
all it takes is a million refugees,
not one in power will listen if we
say STOP please,
think of the creative talent who have died,
think of the number of times you have lied,
think of the geniuses unable to breath through their face,
oh wait, if you did think, in the first place,
you still would have done it anyway,
because that is who you are, makin' people wear sarin, eau de ... deathly
silence is a grave filled with the cries
of the innocents
chaos is a grave filled with violent
death with intent
lashing out first and with such force
is a grave filled with numbers of
the lost, who now are no more
the cost is too dear to bear
except with sadness, and mourning
but there is no time there is danger
and warring
while the world dithers uncertain,
close the blinds
draw the curtain,
cover your ears,
we are doing something
here, umm, there.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
That grandiose colossus who
Stood astride
The envious assaults of sea
(Essaying, wave by wave,
Tide by tide,
To undo him, perpetually),
Has nothing on you,
O my love
O my great idiot, who
With one foot
Caught (as it were) in the muck-trap
Of skin and bone,
Dithers with the other way out
In preposterous provinces of the madcap
Cloud-cuckoo,
Agawp at the impeccable moon.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 7:04 AM UTC
sudden dawn treader sweet supreme
blond absent sugar brain dithers
on tantalizing cool green reds
traipse proficient dark/light music
into resilient hued rainbows
i challenge any daughters sun
to worship more acutely the pulsing
beat of
you
endless
never
May 15, 2010
May 15, 2010 at 1:06 PM UTC
*had to catch my breath
amid dithers of stillness,
to comprehend little flashes
of brilliance midst madness,
nearly inaudible, but
the premise was genuine
willing to take the leap
where stars collide &
poetry is extraordinary
a place beyond perception
of sun & lunar moonbows,
I'll meet you halfway
'tween faith and conception
whence compassion never hesitates
and reality is a meditation
of rendered tranquility*
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC
SMOTHER YOURSELF WITH PEANUT BUTTER
You may like chicken and your mate might like it, too
One of you might like peanut butter as cookies but the
Other as a sandwich but that is truly no excuse to often be
Snickering and flickering when you could be getting along
And even dickering or having fun and cooking together ‘like
Two or more birds of a feather’ even if you don’t wear leather
And your name’s not Heather- you don’t have to be in tethers
and dithers.
Toss out the old useless medication and all of that stalling alcohol
Switch to an alternative that needs no perspiration or prescription
Or drutioins- ‘if there be no purpose it’s not needed so toss it all out
And make the switch before you lose your ability to do so otherwise
You are throwing your life away without sway instead of striving
Resist not offered help no matter who or what offer it whether it be friends or God- it really makes no difference because God is our Divine Father so whoever and whatever the offer comes from it’s from God- fret not over how People communicate nor how advice is given for it has to be given when it’s given- you who are in need of it must really listen, so listen up then smother yourself with peanut butter
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
It was a damp kiss
of an image.
Dispassionately you drop
an old coin into my hands.
Faithless in your poem.
I adored the Venus in twilight.
Carnation. A rose pink color,
appears in your eyes.
Rising from the marshy
slush, greater flamingos
keep watch underneath, at the
army of urns.
The sameness now dithers.
You want to weave the moon
in your breast, unpreparing
to open the heart.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC