"doings" poems
Incoherent because of your doings.
You've changed a lot.
I am an introvert person now.
Because I don't want to be invulnerable.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
All things that pass
Are woman's looking-glass;
They show her how her bloom must fade,
And she herself be laid
With withered roses in the shade;
With withered roses and the fallen peach,
Unlovely, out of reach
Of summer joy that was.
All things that pass
Are woman's tiring-glass;
The faded lavender is sweet,
Sweet the dead violet
Culled and laid by and cared for yet;
The dried-up violets and dried lavender
Still sweet, may comfort her,
Nor need she cry Alas!
All things that pass
Are wisdom's looking-glass;
Being full of hope and fear, and still
Brimful of good or ill,
According to our work and will;
For there is nothing new beneath the sun;
Our doings have been done,
And that which shall be was.
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I saw my world again through your eyes
As I would see it again through your children's eyes.
Through your eyes it was foreign.
Plain hedge hawthorns were peculiar aliens,
A mystery of peculiar lore and doings.
Anything wild, on legs, in your eyes
Emerged at a point of exclamation
As if it had appeared to dinner guests
In the middle of the table. Common mallards
Were artefacts of some unearthliness,
Their wooings were a hypnagogic film
Unreeled by the river. Impossible
To comprehend the comfort of their feet
In the freezing water. You were a camera
Recording reflections you could not fathom.
I made my world perform its utmost for you.
You took it all in with an incredulous joy
Like a mother handed her new baby
By the midwife. Your frenzy made me giddy.
It woke up my dumb, ecstatic boyhood
Of fifteen years before. My masterpiece
Came that black night on the Grantchester road.
I ****** the throaty thin woe of a rabbit
Out of my wetted knuckle, by a copse
Where a tawny owl was enquiring.
Suddenly it swooped up, splaying its pinions
Into my face, taking me for a post.
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While I don't suffer, or suffer from
Normal, eurocentrism, northern malaise,
Nor, academia, a blood disease,
I do mind manners in which doings
And not doings are done or aren't,
As it brings life and light to them,
Or it doesn't, for those most attached
To living or dying are most closely death.
This while acid rain from your closed eye
And an acre of rainforest falls each second.
Thus Earth's tears bleed for all you see is gray.
As machinations of travailing winds,
Miraging, veil, mirror narcissistic nihlistic
False-ego as self, do "..we(e),.." evince to be?
A republican chides, "put another poet
On the barbie", his idea of conservation.
Prump has had his exec. branch criminally:
Edit the official video and script of his
Helsinki news conference where tutin was asked,
"Did you help prump become president and did you
Have your gov't do the same", with tutin's answers,
"Yes I did, yes, I did..." + premeditatedly separate
Latino families at the border to torture them,
Dictate that "if they want to see their kids again
They have to sign away their rights and leave".
He just said, "don't believe what you hear, see",
Almost a quote from Orwell's '1984', in which
Is written, "this dictate of the gov't was most
Important of all, don't believe what your ears
Hear or your eyes see". Since altright universe
Invaders were installed in the Blackhouse we've
Known things will only get worse, what other
Reason could his "military parade in 11-18" be for
Except military rule, will the American daymare end?
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 7:13 AM UTC
Laying on the bed, reading your wedding invite.
I recall the day you went silent and I threw my crown.
Stepping down and lost myself.
Today I let you go, my love.
Not because I give up.
I believe you cared and you still do.
Your silence did cut through my flesh,
Your strangeness burnt my heart.
But here I stand today ready to let myself heal.
Years of gathering broken pieces of my heart.
My lost pieces of love, wailing to be found.
Stranded I searched, and I still do.
I held on to you, like a stubborn child.
Your memories engraved, your doings encircling my thoughts.
Strangely never remembering our fights, I was partial.
My heart wanted more, my soul was thirsty.
I found pleasure in pain.
I kept you alive.
What a splendid journey, my love.
The impeccable high of your addiction.
As I drowned, I found myself.
One day I chose to revisit my past.
Regretting the time lost to stupid fights, blaming myself.
I never felt, keeping you alive.
Stupid were my acts, unreasonable was my anger.
Childish were my demands.
A sinner, at your altar I confess.
Sleepless nights, result of a restless brain.
Blaming you for the love I dreaded I deserved,
For making me feel worthwhile.
Keeping your memories alive,
Redoing my past, for an escape.
As the odds increased, so did my grief.
For the broken promises, and the endless thoughts.
U left without a word, so did my Tears.
You coward, I pushed myself to oblivion.
I saved our love when the world sympathised.
I held on to respect, for u and our love.
Wishing you the best, I kept u alive.
My futile attempts to blame you, was a curse.
A part of me found pleasure when they blamed you,
My stupid selfish heart.
But today I let you go my love, I allow myself to heal.
You meant so much, you still do.
But life is more than just you and me.
A part of my soul is still with you, it’s yours now.
Keep it safe my love.
I’ll nurture what is left of it.
As time flies by, I’ll heal.
For a better tomorrow, for a better me.
I’ll strive with a hollow heart and a partial soul.
Thank you love, for the heat.
For never cheating my heart.
For the never ending euphoria.
I know u cared and you still do.
When you found me, I found myself.
For your breath of life, I’ll keep u alive.
You made me believe in good.
To Love someone more than my being.
Surprised I’m to know my strength.
Entwined souls, living in the moment.
We headed together, Insane and reckless.
Towards our predefined end.
I’m glad it was you and no one else.
You were the one, my wildest decision.
Oh my wings, my strength.
But today love, I let you go.
I was your princess.
Now it's someone else.
It’s time to put back my crown to rule.
U won't be forgotten my love,
but like any life chapter ours has come to an end.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
This ***** ******
They say that beauty is in the eyes of the
Beholder, so does this ***** have eyes?
the power of evil and bad,
Today we see what it can do
Many a nation have gone to war,
Because of this ugly beauty,
many family units has been tread apart
Because of its evil doings,
The seven hundred wives of
King Solomon and his three
Hundred concubines was
a great example of what
the ugly beauty can do:
Infidelity is on the rise,
so many lies: so many shortcoming,
Lucy ****** is an embarrassing subject
why men lie and killed for it?
this remarkable commodity: with
****** is like a Van Gogh painting,
It gets lot of attention: the baseline dimensions
is still a mystery: A weapon so powerful
It can break a man down to his lowest
It has a language of its own.
silly words like sup, sup, sup.
the same sound effects of a cold beer going down
the gullets: the smoother, the esophagus: pleasers
The ****** and a beer have so much in common
they both get their men all the time,
a smooth transportation, in addition, the lamentation,
****** you are surely blissful:
Men incredible dreams
who wouldn’t want to own the team?
No matter how destructive or fulfilling:
** Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent,
more perfect than all that a man can invent.”
― Roman Payne** Quote
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
Nostradamus and sleeping prophet's One lost image of the singular Eye
Re(ad(d): No worry
To, Love Our Sun :).
Signs like Gemini is to air
Sagittarius is to fire a pair
in this crossing with Pisces
to water is Virgo for earth
too We are the mutable ones!!
Sunny is however we coin the calling spiraling too
EYE of the One generation transmutable souls of soil ARE
to earth; 'hues EYED like a butterfly, here to sample many flowers
connected within a Great Spirit invoked as in wilds if peopled or things'!!!
We do feel it within or without the actual considerations of the ultimate doings;
'letting go and taking the risk of trusting and depending on another'!!! One by one!!! :)
EYE of humus hued in spirit and love fused to the stone's twirling and of the ruse's tolling
So many of paths we traverse here as on earth the singular EYE knows out on the HORIZON
The great Eye is too glued on Sunny Sun's ever evolving viewing's as hued spirits cross EYE'S
Our blinded one eye's longing to Lyra's lyre, great musician Orpheus winging, whose W
music tamed wild beasts, caused rivers to stop flowing and enchanted even gates S
to the Lord of the Dead Hades, the softly lit fire singing inside linking heaven A
to earth viewed from outsider's hues waxing and waning of sleep wakened I N
so ode to the moon in the darkness of night gives but who takes her softer F USED
delight when One day halves by sun setting all ebbs in flowing as tides B I
to Great oceans moved like hearts breathe air to presence's emoting STAR'S
from magic to tragic we long of ecliptic traces cryptically erasing W
the blindness of memory and sight' majestic beast's floundering I
a forever crisscrossed from the One Eye here now to Knight's N
dear lost forbidden inner retreats from the East to God's lost 'S
children cast out to the land from blood pooling in spoils O
as easily uncovered as readily as new western lands had ~/ E \~ N
claim maddened ravaged savagely eagerly discovered ~(:YES :)~ G
fear still rocks this boat with hope still sailing onward (:FORGIVEN:). 'S
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 7:52 PM UTC
Life is crazy when you like someone and they don’t feel the same.
You spend all this time and energy proving to them that you’re not the same,
As the other people they messed with in the past.
It’s so sad; to expect something so great, end up with nothing. Feeling so empty, guilty
That you took a chance with someone who’s not worthy
Of being with you.
You, the one who started this all, from that first moment when that tear started to fall.
You claimed you were sorry and you can do better next time, but you ran out of chances.
Time is up, and she gave up, on you and those summer romances.
When you find someone who is ready, who has their life together, and who is steady
Then, you will truly be happy
Until then, think back to all the people you been with, are you in any fault.
You claim it was their wrong doing, and they were the ones ********
Buying items that were never bought, to you in your procession, the progression
Of your relationship started to fall. Did you give up, or did you end up forgiving them
Of all their wrong doings.
See not all of us are saints, we all strive for happiness even when were shooting
Blanks, no I mean into an empty barrel of love.
You know, the one that cupid missed to go along with all your love and happiness.
Sometimes being by your self is so bliss, calm, so serene like it doesn’t exist.
But, every once and awhile you feel that your miss-ing out on something
Or someone
Life is crazy, but we must not get lazy, nor give up.
Your knight and shining armor; your dream girl is just
Outside knocking on the door.
Open it, a be ready for what’s in store
Goodluck
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
Who are you to say that you know me better than everyone else?
Even my shadow is unaware of my doings when I enter the darkness.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
Sometimes I trust my instinct,
but it tells me to do things in ways
that no one dares
It can implore me there,
to take paths no one walks
I fear the fresh footsteps I make
on the new brick road
I'm a social animal, a human;
doing what others do seems the right
thing to do
Once you're a bit different, society condemns
They raise an eyebrow, they don't give
their consent;
But I've seen great people do great things
Because they had faith in their instincts.
They have the drive to keep going,
To try and even fail.
I'd very much like to do the same,
At least I have real
control over my own doings.
If I succeed, I have only my instincts to celebrate.
If I fail, I have only my flaws to blame.
Everything under my possession,
Ne te quaesiveris extra, as they say
It's your life to do, your life to bear.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
your words so sweet they rotten your teeth.
guzzling up your lies so we wont see.
it'll be a battle to the death of our dignity.
a fight between just you and just me.
who will be the first to commit the worst?
actions so painful but the memories more like knife work.
they'll fade away and only be remembered as plastered faces.
all that will remain are cigarettes with their lipstick traces.
and to end with nothing but disposition,
all those unaccredited good doings,
all that wasted ambition.
-dh
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
When Winchester races first took their beginning
It is said the good people forgot their old Saint
Not applying at all for the leave of Saint Swithin
And that William of Wykeham's approval was faint.
The races however were fixed and determined
The company came and the Weather was charming
The Lords and the Ladies were satine'd and ermined
And nobody saw any future alarming. —
But when the old Saint was informed of these doings
He made but one Spring from his Shrine to the Roof
Of the Palace which now lies so sadly in ruins
And then he addressed them all standing aloof.
'Oh! subjects rebellious! Oh Venta depraved
When once we are buried you think we are gone
But behold me immortal! By vice you're enslaved
You have sinned and must suffer, ten farther he said.
These races and revels and dissolute measures
With which you're debasing a neighboring Plain
Let them stand —You shall meet with your curse in your pleasures
Set off for your course, I'll pursue with my rain.
Ye cannot but know my command o'er July
Henceforward I'll triumph in shewing my powers
Shift your race as you will it shall never be dry
The curse upon Venta is July in showers—.
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I swear I love her, I.... I swear I love her
but I don't understand why I wanna fuvk all the others
She heavy on my mind **** I’m alwayz thinkin of her
But I'm kissing on this stranger plus forgot to use a rubber
My actions is on my conscious,
thinkin my doings are nonsense
don’t know how she has a concept
of me being honest
I promise I'll never lie
but she sees the truth in my eyez
don't even know why I lie
but I do it all the time
The truth is alwayz clear
but the proof is never there
Her pain jus disappears
like magic and smoke & mirrors.... ****
**** I need her, **** **** I need her
I deceive her & she knows it **** I can't fuvkin believe her
Cuz she rather be with me than being all alone
But I swear she was doing good until I came along
Valerie's
misery
seems to be
lead from me
but she won't leave and that's a total mystery
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
The opening eyes of the infant flickered from here to there,
Taking in the world as it passed by,
The sapling grew into a tree in the blink of an eye,
People came and people went,
Memories of their ghosts with some others stayed behind,
The infant faintly recalled what the reflection he saw in the mirror looked like,
It saw the mirrors change with its reflection,
The people behind him grew older like it,
He began to forget things that had been,
But ghosts of his doings and things occurred haunting his mind,
And as came near the end of time,
It reflected upon who it had become.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 8:08 PM UTC
There once was a Queen who ruled a magical land.
She reigned with an iron fist on a dainty hand.
This Queen was much too mean with servants so humble
who kissed her feet while she only would grumble.
“I’ve had enough!” She said, her fists in the air,
her eyes of wicked flame, snakes in her hair!
What made this great Queen so wicked and bitter?
They all knew what made her skin shiver.
With looks of a tainted angel, this Queen was so mad.
There was no joy in her kingdom to be had.
T’was the doings of a man that made her this way
the Queen learned the hard way how evil they play.
How they twist, choke, slaughter and destroy a whole heart,
only after making art and breaking her apart.
So, in rage, this Queen commanded:
“Bring me the man who caused my pain!” She demanded.
As they brought him to her, she cackled with delight.
They all would witness an awful sight!
Everyone knew he’d wind up dead.
“The blade!” She screamed. “Now sever his head!”
And with that, the blade fell with a sudden: WHACK!
And with a satisfied grin, the Queen wore black.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC
You praised my heart and helping hand
And for the longest time I could not understand
How any of that could make me special
Until you used those words to describe her
And how perfect she is.
And that is the paragraph on how you broke my heart for the first time ever.
But even in my darkest hour, my darkest day
Your doings could not take my humor away.
I am more than what you did to me,
I am more than what you made me feel.
Even when you broke my heart
I could not be mean enough to try and tear you apart.
I cried so many tears,
But for the next few years
I wished you only the best.
Even after you left that gaping hole
Right there in the very centre of my soul,
I could not hate you, never hate you
Because I loved you, always loved you
Beyond your kind heart and helping hands
Your everlasting patience and my high demands
You understood me like no one else had ever done
You listened to me when I was undone
You cared for me when I broke down
And then you took my heart, my very crown.
You broke my heart, my spirit, my pride
But the one thing you could never take from me is my reflex to fight
I'll fight your impact, your demeanour, what you made me feel
I'll reclaim what you took me from me and reveal
Once and for all what I know to be my greatest strength
My love for myself. And that can really
For real
Unlike you
And what I once allowed myself to feel for you
Last the entire length.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
As I travel back to my younger days,
I remember my occluded mind.
The doings of neighbourhood and community,
Being taught always,
Darkness is sorrow,
White light is where
Peace and beauty you'll find...
That black shirt needs no washing,
As you cannot see its furrow,
White ones should be cared...
Hide yourselves with a black cloth,
Show yourself off to the world
With an angel ring that's white....
My heart is about to rot,
My mind with agony was already whirled,
I shall now began to fight,
For my skin Is dark,
But is brighter than your soul...
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 1:03 PM UTC
#
*Subdued, into a constriction;
Young adolescent spirits
were meant to grow..
meant to breathe.
The "Fires of Hell"
are the doings of man
based on the fears of man
and the need to control.
Little child, running wild
"Forever" is a stick
to beat you down
(Until the wild within you
no longer makes a sound)
It is for Freedom's sake
that you have now been
set free, child*
. . .
*In the "name" of the Father,
you were first
thrown to the ground
Yet.. it is
in the Name of the Father
also
that Love came to town.*
#
Aug 1, 2023
Aug 1, 2023 at 10:47 AM UTC
Lovable
I really wanna be Lovable
Have someone who checks on me
with little how are ya's
or how ya doings
But Im just ingnorable
easily forgotten
waiting
for something to stick
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
**
insignificant- insignificant problems
grand scheme- scope of things
ignorance and over concern
expectations of so much
aggravation, frustration, complaints- complications
the wish and desire for small change
so much more
lack of care
annoyance
close minded
unfair and unappreciated
blame of others for my own doings
no direction
no motivation
**
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 12:40 PM UTC
i dont know what to think. i dont know what to do. i love him. right?
yes, i do.
but no, i dont, i can't.
why am i still thinking about you?
yes, he makes me smile,
but, when im with him, i wish it were you by my side
i wish it were you looking into my eyes, not him.
the things he says to me,
they make my heart melt
but i think its because
i hear them in your voice.
i picture your lips moving and
i am reminded of the way you lick your lips after every few words
i remeber the effect the sparks that your words had
on my heart
and for some reason,
i just dont feel them with him the way i did with you,
especially when he tells me im beautiful.
He gives me the world, but for some reason,
it's just not enough.
I know it sounds so selfish,
but in reality,
all i want is to be happy.
i'm not happy.
i can never sleep at night.
the voices in my head keep me awake,
sometimes, those voices tell me to forget about you
and to continue being with him
those, i consider those to be nightmares.
but sometimes,
those voices sound like your voice
and like to repeat old memories in my brain
slowly, but surely,
drowing me.
These waters im in continue to rise.
so what should i do?
contiune to go through the days, pretending im happy?
or should i just find a way out?
oh, i forgot,
there is no way out.
ever.
I dont want to hurt him,
yet I dont want to be in pain either,
I want you to be happy,
Yet i want to be the one to make you smile.
So,
i guess i'll stay here,
stuck in the mess of emotions,
while the waters im in
continue to rise
eventually drowning me in my
own thoughts,
wrong doings,
and my own pity.
when will i be able to
just breathe?
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
Thoughts of you drift daily through my mind.
Images created from your doings that made me who I am.
Mother, my infinite support and guiding light.
Inspired by you, I tread my sometime rocky path.
Remembering your advice, 'keep pushing on'.
To the next adventure, experience created.
Still the floating thoughts arrive to mold
The future that awaits me and my journeys end.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
He stops to smile
He becomes a statue
No gestures of love
No Darling I love you...
Must be my mistake
My words , my doings,
What I did wrong?
He remains speechless
Expressionless
Dumb like a still picture
That boring face..
Sulking of course...
I'd leave you fighting
with your own emotions
I am drowning
in my own thoughts
to hack the statue of you
is there a way to break this solid rock?
is there a way to melt
a cold hearted soul?
soon..
I'd break you
Soon I'd melt you
I would find out...
When there's a will
There's a way...
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 4:04 AM UTC
walking down childish roads
I weep spotting something rotten
a tree
& I wonder before tying my shoes
in a church
guarded by senile eyes
I think to myself
why must I hold
in my fleshy heart
one becomes itself.
& below after years
of walking & soaking
structures & small
soiled gatherers
I see teal stained pages
smeared red, white
with the doings of our past
only needing a page in books
to breed fear in rosy hope.
looking before as a camera wants
we fly into the upward
quickly with enthusiasm
a smile etches our glossy face
& we see me
someone is here on my road
I stay calm
next to me sets the biggest
jaw I have or will see
sure there are greater
in numerous numbers
strange unfathomable flanks
ranking from mine
created from my rust
& our immense patience
seeing or realizing
there are strange silences
between the peace you held.
no I don't care
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC