"dominique" poems
Names are funny.
Have you ever wondered what your name would be if your parents didn't name you?
I'm one of the lucky few
that know.
If my parents didn't name me,
my name would be
Timothy.
You see, apparently,
when two people love each other,
Mommy cheats on Donny
with daddy and all three
demonize the baby.
Unfortunately,
abortion isn't an option.
Poor Donny believes
his little Johnson
made a tiny Willie
but really
it's Mike's Rick.
The trick wasn't revealed
until
Donny signed the birth certificate.
Obviously, Karen's husband abandoned their family.
Mike ripped his love from her and gave it to Dominique.
Karen,
twice-scorned,
mid-divorce,
postpartum,
decides a shelter isn't suitable for a nameless infant.
At this point, it's a little too late for abortion.
Nowhere to go,
knowing she can't stay,
Adoption became the practical option.
The noxious auction caused a nauseous reaction to her conscious. Karen picked the option, least pompus, with the most promise. An intuitively honest Christian was brought to her room so she could sign the synopsis.
As she's reviewing the terms of this blood oath, she glances at both of the parents cradling her second baby boy. They turn and ask
"What is his name?"
"I don't know. I thought he was going to be a she so I had the name Sade."
"That's ok, we have a perfect name in mind. Timothy."
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC
Jamming jellyfish
Top-Me
((Giddy App Seahorse))
The horseradish on
my lap______
The jolly Jelly
Gefilte Fish
Little help from my friends
How we click the laptop
One dent to Deceive me
The Rock and Rolling
Stomach his smoke went
Like *** Cheese)
he leaves me
The spicy tongue map
Z-Top Zany Chilli Pepper____
your # tap dance tap
Italian top of
the cheese designer skirt
The outskirts of Naples
Her sweet dimples, please
The Islands of Sicily
So many Cheese forms
Terms of Endearment
Mama Mia Murano-Positano
Her lips of Romano Cheese
(To Top Me) Challenge me
Cheese doesn't mix
with cappuccino,
she's the Capri
Ala Denti
Cheese Wiz chair
Mediterranean Wines
Bear men doing low
sips of time
the grisly(Z) pour
The car smelled like
Flight (Top Me) Swiss air
Meet Dominique
How it went La Cirque
Anti Christ Devil Red-bed
cheese mystique
SOS to their notes
PS the junk car in
Midas the makeover
Make-up artist counter
Clinique
I could paint over your hood
Creamy mind put at ease
He's so displeased
New castle disease
Mingling social disease
She's so infectious
ZZ- Top me rock me
Eyes bloodshot you got me
And nevertheless
With twelve and V
V- Vamps tramps
and 14 karats
The French Lieutenant
Mistress Brie with heavy
bite teeth like garnets
Cher turning back time
The burlesque striptease
Come back little Sheba
Z Top Queen of Sheba
I know it's coming soon____?
All Tight claustrophobic
The tight squeeze
Him speaking
Mandarin Oranges
The British Colony
Unique Chinese languages
Her hills, San Francisco
Jack Nicholson
Comedy of China town
The American Women
Smile cheese at the Disco
The food Cantonese
style
Z muscles Hercules
Joan Rivers
Fashion Police
The Cheese of Portuguese
Its the meat market
With his nifty thrifty Neice
All Socrates
(Gromet and Cheese)
Those Brooklyn
workers
The Falcon Matese____*
More cheese Z-Top
Who could ever top
The string cheese
Silken strings became
to rest, I rest my cheese
What cheese fascinates you
Tell me?
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
walking thru the valley of words
speechless are our soldiers in war
times of creative breaks, shootings
the sounds of slugs overpower rivals
gangstapoets stand tall in gory hoods
we dunno what fear is, bloodhoundz
as we only need 8 minutes to gather 80
0 traitors, giving bread to hungry ones
one tower, one pit, one block, 1LOVE
feel me rushing over sparklin' glaciers
south florida, 64th floor, ocean fiends
snake charmer in crime, 20 to 55, flip
kobacobraface scammed one of us
unknown were the ties among tizz and gp
in the background, jeezy and assi-toni...
"still on it", "the realest", "kommenzi"
the beats merge in gangstapoet's minds
dominique northstar's silky skin on mine
tissop, the war zones, fallen gangsta poets
dead baby mommas, vamoosing bullets
stop! tizzop is yelling, falling on his knees
and branko, tizzop's red horse approaches
juicy our promises, as sweet as fulfillments
olives, red wine, m2 tec bluetooth babe
red light district, wondaland's lost avenue
in the corner of agony and mania, dey fail
gangstapoets gradually winning turf
to be continued...
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 2:14 AM UTC
glimpse of repressed desires, in rain
as i met dominique northstar on a platform
life trains passing by in slow motion
and we are smiling at each other
end of existence's hectic, silver heaven
leaves flying around her head, swooshing
two hours later, her sounds, my ********
and we talk endlessly, films, food, songs
the following weeks are waves in our souls
we don't sleep with each other, but laugh
in times of hunger are we gathering greed
a massage here, a soft embrace there
northstar starts to glow more often
one day, she wears a darkyellow blouse
telling me about it, throwing tender codes
and i catch them, and we get closer
sleeping with you is wordless, dominique
last night i dreamt, you would write to me...
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 7:01 PM UTC
"Between an uncontrolled escalation and passivity, there is a demanding road of responsibility that we must follow."
-Dominique de Villepin
If I had a nickel-plated
anything, I'd eat it
and tell everyone
I'm a robot.
If I had a head full
of wires, I'd roll my
eyes and say
They're called cords.
If I had a crate of screws
and nails, this town would
have a lot more to worry
about.
If I had the bones of a
tiger, I would miss my
stripes every time.
Tripp'd on the tripwire.
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 4:33 AM UTC
Mon Père, ce grand Chêne,
Je le croyais indéracinable, en ses terres,
Comme ce chêne Corse, sur la roche, poussé.
Il nous semblait si grand, il paraissait si fort,
Si longtemps résistant aux grands vents de la vie,
Sous les châtaigneraies et parmi les bruyères,
Il marchait, puis rêvait.
Parfois, il m'amenait, dans son refuge,
y faisait provision de «corned-beef» et de lait
en boite "gloria", et aussi de «bastelles»,
et ces repas hâtifs me semblaient un festin.
Mais plus que tout, je goûtais si belle liberté.
Disparues les contraintes.
D'un pas de montagnard, il nous menait, souvent,
En ces lieux de granit, qui semblaient son domaine.
Il me mit dans les mains, sa fine carabine,
dont j'aimais le canon à l’acier effilé ;
mais avant que je presse, le geai était parti.
Il ne me gronda pas.
Le soir, si peu dormeurs, avec Régis, mon frère,
dans la chambre aux obus, des tués de quatorze,
dont un panier d'osier exhalait tant les truites,
Nous le savions dormir dans la chambre à côté,
nous ne cherchions pas trop, sommeil prompt à venir.
Je lisais de vieux livre.
Et puis nous descendions, furtifs vers la rivière,
encaissé dans les roches le «Fiume grosso» grondait.
Mon père nous racontait qu'il y avait dormi
avec quelques amis, à la flambée des feux.
Et le bruit lancinant était une musique
qui malgré le soleil nous tenait éveillé.
Magie des eaux profondes.
Quand un jour de détresse, je perdis «Nils le prince»
ressentant mon chagrin, il me facilita
L’achat d'un jeune chien, je l'ai encore au cœur,
ce cadeau si exquis, qui fut baume sur plaie
Merci de m'avoir fait, ce présent plein d'amour.
La tendresse d'un père.
Il vécut si longtemps, que je ne prêtais guère,
attention au torrent qui se faisait ruisseau,
aux blancs cheveux venus, au dos un peu voûté,
tant les fils ont besoin de croire invincible
Le père qui fut grand à l’aube de leurs vies.
Besoin de protection.
Un père est une force qui paraît infinie
pour le jeune enfant qui en a tant besoin
peut être imaginaire, qui soutient et le guide.
Alors devenu homme, il découvre un soir
que le chêne vacille, s'appuie sur une canne.
Il est désormais seul.
Paul d'Aubin – Toulouse,
«Poésie élégiaque»,
En l'honneur de son père André Dominique,
dit, Candria », décédé le 29 novembre 2010.»
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
His name,
well it is Dominique,
wants to be a woman,
perhaps,
as he slips into his plaid skirt,
thought it rather itchy,
he could be rather ******
Starts off in high heels,
yes,
Then he dons his rubbers,
I said Dons,
not Dom's,
then feeds his fetish,
pulls up his welly boots,
into rubber you know!
He traipses to the shop of ***
there he buys a gimp suit,
gives his girlfriend whips and chains,
she locks him up in the cellar,
he's a really funny fella,
I'm sure he is okay,
but, I guess I'll never know!
(C) Livvi
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
Dominique,
The nicer version,
He spoke to me with tongue of fork,
What did Livvi do, bar laugh.
He gave her a giggle,
with the words the she wrote,
So, in her most indignant style,
she said she'd pen something far less vile.
He has a heart of gold,
but he's just a friend,
he's much too old,
he's a very good writer,
with a mighty pen.
He writes of true love and flowers,
not as risque,
as Livvi,
this cute piskie,
but he's okay to chat to every day,
Dominique,
he's my critique,
He kinda makes me giggle,
not much more as I'm a tad fickle!
(C) Livvi
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
My lord I'm black like the night at peace within my heart .
My lord I cry for freedom o lord for so many because of the colour of are skin like me o lord.
I pray for so many lord as someone out there prays for me too o ' lord.
I cry as I see clearly my colour of my skin shows and shines through the lord.
We are free in someway lord I ask you for love and fulfelment full freedom lord.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
He's five years older than me.
He stepped up and became a man
when our father didn't want to be.
When mom was too high and drunk to see
and I was too young to make money
realistically, he
was in the street
making sure we all could eat.
It's a bad place to be at 14.
A brother too young to chase his dreams.
A mother so focused on pleasure,
she doesn't understand the effects of her schemes.
He just wants to escape the Stockton scene
where gunshots ring out like wet towels.
People shouting out sets like wolf howls.
Where the sword is mightier than the pen
and defending yourself just puts you in the pen.
Somehow this boy became three men.
One for me, a man to this day I mirror to be.
One for my father, showing him how to be a daddy.
One for himself because a real man lets nobody determine his wealth.
I have the utmost respect for my brother.
We're not friends on Facebook, Twitter or Tumblr.
We know, without saying, what we mean to each other.
Any day I could call him and ask for a favor.
We can have a whole conversation without the need to speak.
He's even the reason why I'm such a geek.
Nobody can be more of a man than my brother, Dominique.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
People may say what they want about me, sad thing is they don't really know me
In my life there has been pain, it'd be better if I was a girl named Jane
Through life I've learned you are truly alone, no one to really hold, none will last forever
My name is Dominique
I know who I am and what I am capable of
I was raised well and all by my nana's loving self
January 15 at 6:45 this young soul lost the love of her life
by God's grace I survive and I strive
Do not ask me why because I do not know why
This young soul will remain through the toughness and pain
This young soul was created to be strong I suppose
I am a sad soul
I am a lost soul
I am a young soul
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
I shall build my bathroom vanity to suit my person needs
In a marble glossy white strip featuring tea leaves
Where the sunset would lift my morning moods
As I quietly sit on the toilet with the latest Bluetooth
I shall lie on my high pillow top bed
And listen to the sound of the larks
While the wild baby monkey sits on the ledge
Where tiny soldiers of marching ant crawl in the dark
I shall refreshed my house with Natural Aromatherapy Incense
Just to keep evil away,
and in addition keeping the blessing in
While broods of Dominique hen cackling makes a loud annoying song
In the year two thousand forty-two, I will represent
As for now, I am planning and waiting for my long awaited retirement
Feeling so worn out:
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
Hold my hand in yours
I'll feel blue,
Touch me softly
I'll become stone,
Kiss me on the cheek
I'll cower away,
Call me sweetheart
I'll paralize.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
“Dominique, you can forgive yourself now.
I promise you are much more
than who didn’t stay.
Please listen, Dominique, because this is very important:
the hurt is the beginning of all your poetry.
Dominique, you are full of words
that have not formed yet. And when they finally
do, they are going to be so beautiful. I know it.
I know there is such a thing as God,
and I know God would drop the world
just to hear you laugh. I know He’d turn the tides
just to watch the waves give you back to yourself and
I know you know I know
there’s an ocean
sitting inside the both of us. Dominique,
we both know
you cannot truly be lost
if you enjoy the scenery. So take a breath
and look around because Dominique,
there’s poetry in the sky.
It’s in the buildings. The people. The river.
Just know that even on your worst day,
when your eyes play tricks with your heart,
there is a verse inside you so great
that not even you
are you enough to read it.
It’s called Dominique.
It’s called who the hell cares as long as it sounds right.
And it does. It sounds the way you imagine knocking on your mother’s door.
Gently, carefully, saying,
“Mom, I know I’m late. But I’m here.”
And here you are.
All one hundred and seventy-one thousand,
four hundred and seventy-six words in the english language of you,
as well as a few others.
Dominique, you are so here
that you are always home.
And Dominique, it is time to forgive yourself.”
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
So I'm broke now,
And I have no friends.
Because friends are stupid and block you on social media.
For reasons that will remain unknown.
Oh well.
At least I'm not pregnant and homeless.
But I am failing every class.
Javin and dominique until the end.
And Becca for now.
Most likely.
And food is stupid
And life is stupid.
I will probably end up working at a grocery store
For the rest of my life.
And end up on the streets.
I am not being melodramatic.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
It is with sadness that I report today.
My fellow poet has flown away.
Collected by angels carrying guitars.
Transported him beyond the stars.
I have to bade goodbye today.
To Dominique Laine, who has flown away.
I shall miss silly phone and daft bits of chat.
Dom, sweet Dom, eternal sleep brings an end to all that.
May you rest in peace forevermore.
Goodbye my friend.
So glad I got to meet you even tho was only once.
(c)LIVVI
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
It’s 1:33 as the teacher calls on me.. Dominique, are you in there?
I respond with “I’m thinking of my future but not the one you’d hope for me the one I aspire to see, writing things with passion maybe even screaming why I chose to be this way. Why I don’t show up to school until the fourth period bell rings because every Friday we read our feelings out loud that we throw on a piece of paper, I wait at the stairs when the fifth bell calls his name, run up the stairs to see him smile, Everyday. I don’t really know why I’m here and why I’m afraid to speak up this way.”
Dominique, are you in there?
I respond with a thoughtless look of just go away, you’re too dense to hear what I have to say.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
Sometimes I am
Jean-Dominique Bauby
A slack face, without a hint of
The turbulent thoughts that lie
Beneath the skin
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
I shall build my bathroom vanity to suit my person needs
In a marble glossy white strip featuring tea leaves
Where the sunset would lift my morning moods
As I quietly sit on the toilet with the latest Bluetooth
I shall lie on my high pillow top bed
And listen to the sound of the larks
While the wild baby monkey sits on the ledge
Where tiny soldiers of marching ant crawl in the dark
I shall refreshed my house with Natural Aromatherapy Incense
Just to keep evil away,
and in addition keeping the blessing in
While broods of Dominique hen cackling makes a loud annoying song
In the year two thousand forty-two, I will represent
As for now, I am planning and waiting for my long awaited retirement
Feeling so worn out:
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC