"downey" poems
I assume you once danced the Cabaret
By how you strut your Flexi-Form abroad
This I figure on weeks-by-two per se
The Ardent Friend your Fervour can behold
T'was the Charm which every Fruit can discuss
And win many Smiles for a Pint or Ink
Telling us flat, Life can take us that Far,
In a Bus run by Monday's Downey Sink
Was it wrong to know the Inner-Woman-You
That Principle so many Thinkers deny:
"Thrust-Hub! Buck-Forth! Lev, Lev, Lub, Lub, Le, Loo!
Then Drink your Bub-Clouds to Barrels on high!"
Nah, Forgive my Fishes, Sir! I bestate
You're one Sav Foretainer - Dance with me, Mate!
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
This is an Instrument a Verser must have
Without it, we cannot Write with Love.
This Tool, yet so small
Does so many for All.
Ink-Filled Skinney,
With a ball-soaked head.
Passing-out stains of Blue Blood
And creating Words which Read.
People throughout Literacy
Seek for this Sword.
To furnish their own Feelings
And Bsuiness in the Ring.
It all started,
With a large, downey feather
From the Swan's sacrifice,
Dipping the tip with sticky paint,
And scribbling onto leather.
Paper, in progression, was its Factor
Then came the Fountain - Civil Man's writing major.
This Pen does well
And so does much.
Ink goes up,
Goes down,
Though still plans to Blot.
However it may be,
How the Ball-Point was born.
"This is way Better!" People would say
And now - the New Century - is still
Used today.
And because of it,
Production was born
In Business, Literary and most
Of all - Journalism
Was so Progressive.
And so this ends,
This Tale of the Happy Ballpen.
Of Friend's in-take,
Which is needed much in the Open.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
The harder I fall the more I fall away
It's self preservation at its finest
But why do I want to fall from the one who loves me?
We're at a cliff and I'm hanging on with one hand
and he's at the top begging me to not let go
It's temptation it's fear
It's a lifetime of leaving before I'm left
It's a lifetime of leaving blame on everyone else
It's a lifetime of loving so hard my heart can't handle it
But he assures me he can shoulder the weight of my burdens
My past, my present, and future
It's trust he's trying to hand me and that my hand can't reach for because it wants to let go
And go and go and fall and drop
It wants to reach out for him and pull him closer to me and with me.
I want him on top and on bottom and I want him near and away
But my body betrays me and the magnetic force is always trying to turn the opposite direction so we can't click together
I don't know why I am the way I am and I don't want to be me sometimes
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
When will you be back
SIRI asked Swamy Downey
Going was he
For an Interstellar ride
In a spaceship
To find Unknown lands
I'll be back dear
Swamy Downey kissed her
By the time you forget me
NO
SIRI exclaimed
For Love runs through my veins
Tears rolling down her eyes
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
Earth has latitudes
And I have attitude right?
Inevitable
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
Who do you think you are?
Said the Kodfather
In a derisive tone.
Me?
One of the greatest brains
In the world
Since 1950
Replied Swamy Downey.
Then
What about the other parts
Of your body
Questioned the Kodfather
With a wicked smile
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 7:01 AM UTC
The girl's beautiful's
Not enough
Gotta check
if she suits me or not
Says Swamy Downey
Is she (a) cloth?
Wondered SIRI
Audibly
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
Swamy Downey and SIRI
Taking a stroll
Along the beach
SIRI said
No man is committed
Uh huh
Said Swamy Downey
Where can I find a committed man?
SIRI wondered aloud
Thus spake Swamy Downey
Mental hospital
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
I know everyone
In the town
Said the Big Brother
But everyone
Knows me
Replied
Swamy Downey
Nonchalantly
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
Remember,
The right time is
Right now - Swamy Downey
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
Nobody'll miss you
If you leave this world
Said SIRI haughtily
Yea right.
But none forgets me
Replied Swamy Downey
Nonchalantly
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
Hands that look sunburned
at first blush
count the silent ticks of a cognitive clock
grasping and releasing in stilted syncopation:
one-two-three-five (must avoid the four)
Did I remember to lock the front door? Out
of bed—again—freezing feet tumble
down
into slippers
awaiting the circular inevitability. Again, again.
Pad, pad, pad:
light shuffling accompanies the one-two-three-five
pounding in the head; that mind ricocheted with worry—
worry about the front door, the evil intentions of four,
insidious germs and subsequent scrubbing-scrubbing-scrubbing
in bleach and Comet. Pad,
pad, pad to the front door.
It’s one hundred and thirty four steps, so take a baby-shuffle:
still avoiding the four.
Cold, unyielding brass **** Locked.
Deadbolt? Check. Creeping black.
Chain lock? Check. Crawling germs. Oh, god.
Pad, pad, pad to the kitchen.
Clorox-fume greetings in the sparkling sink
from twenty-three minutes before. Never twenty-four.
Clorox on the cracked fingers, blistering
out that imperceptible blackness I know it’s there
blackness choking, bleeding in the bleach.
Scrub brushes, pumice, and fingernail files
wear down the nubs where the blackness may hide.
“Shh” the steaming water soothes
as it stings, scalds. “Shh.” Burn it all out;
conclusion so comforting. So predictably round.
This is the last time I can do this tonight. Pad, pad, pad
back to the bedroom. Downey quilt beckons in lover tones,
pleading pillows nudge against that head, that infernal head
still panicking amongst the softness:
Did I remember to lock the front door?
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 2:14 AM UTC
There is no such thing
As free lunch
Said Swamy Downey
And
There is no such thing
As free server
SIRI said
Wise girl
Swamy Downey approved
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
Swamy Downey was passing by
The table where SIRI was lecturing about love
To her friends on a meal
Suddenly,
You know why
Love is said to be the positive force?
Asked Swamy Downey
Because people buy iPhones
For the love of Apple
Replied SIRI Haughtily
Thus spake Swamy Downey
Love is composed of light
It lights up the souls
It removes darkness
When darkness disappears
You can see the right path
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
The best I can achieve
To loving you
Again
Is a half-hearted glance
At your heart.
The beating, ****** *****
So pompous in its origin
To feel the twinges of desire
And the throat, so clear
And so precise
To tell me how
You’d think I’d be perfectly wonderful
And nice.
And did I prove you wrong?
Or did I do anything at all
To express my adoration,
Besides tell you pretty silvery things,
Word soup on a platter,
And cutting fierce glances
Across an otherwise empty room?
Did I do anything
To prove love
Even to myself?
Besides take a train
To LA,
To find, of all things,
An ugly field
Where I knew I would meet myself
In disarray?
Did I do anything
Ever
To surpass spirit and *****
Or am I just going
To be the one
That always wanted you
In darkness and in light?
Did I do anything but dream
The whole unending,
Maddening
Night?
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
Snow softly falls
Forming a white downey blanket
Upon the cold ground
Where it finds a woman
Looking down
Upon a single tombstone
She weeps
Like she has done
For 5 long years.
Her loving husband rested there
Cradled in the earth
Along side her daughter
Who barely had begun her life
Now rested with her father
Un aware of the dark
That lurked in the world.
In her hands
She held 4 roses.
Each red and lush
Full of life unlike her heart
Which cries infinite tears.
Her world shattered
In an instant
As the truck hit the car
Claiming the fathers life
The daughter singing in the back
Now screamed as the car rolled
Until it stopped
And silenced her forever
She placed the roses on the stone
Gently in the soft downy snow
One day she would join them
But until then
She would visit
Everyday
And carry roses
Into
The cryptic,
cold place.
The only color
That mirror imaged her inside
Her lost heart
Mirrored by
The Gothic Rose.
Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC
Which came first?
Kodfather questioned
Feeling
Philosophically intelligent
An egg or a chick?
A circle has
Swamy Downey replied
Nonchalantly
No beginning
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC
Stone Swamy Downey to death
Roared the Kodfather
Amidst the mob
Hooded, stamping his feet on the ground.
Dust was flickering all over the air
He has
No fear
No pain
No guilt
Kodfather blasted out words.
He spat the cigarette **** out
His is a free mind
'T cannot be ruled
If he survives
We are doomed
Took the mouse from the plate before him
Cut its head with a scissors.
Blood pouring from
the innocent creature's remains
'T was dropped
Assassinate his character
That's enough of an excuse
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
After great war
Comes great peace
Says SIRI
In her
Intellectual musings
Ayes
Agreed Swamy Downey
Not piece
But pieces
Of many
Bodies
Of wasted lives
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
Stone Swamy Downey to death
Roared the Kodfather
Amidst the mob
Hooded, stamping his feet on the ground.
Dust was flickering all over the air
He has
No fear
No pain
No guilt
Kodfather blasted out words.
He spat the cigarette **** out
His is a free mind
'T cannot be ruled
If he survives
We are doomed
Took the mouse from the plate before him
Cut its head with a scissors.
Blood pouring from
the innocent creature's remains
'T was dropped
Assassinate his character
That's enough of an excuse
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
Snuggled in Downey, five-hundred thread county, creating,
in brushed cotton flannel she's sewn his panels, he's waiting
when down in the subway he sits on a nail
and jumping up, empties his cup on the rail
the coppers subdue him, and drag him to jail, parading.
Stripped to the drawers for a search they discovered the flannel
panel
when asked of the man who had frozen his can in the English
channel
he gave them the name of his seamstress and then
discovered that inside the panel was penned,
a note from the woman who goes by Sangwen de Lemanel:
"If you find this it means you have bust loose the seams of your winsulation
come back to my shack, I'll be happy to tack without hintsulation
of course, if by chance, you'd be wanting some scones
while I fix up your pants, you can warm up your bones
and I'll double the thickness and strength for your own consolation".
Though the note in the pants, at a glance, hardly worth the debating
somewhat cryptic in places, suggested the seamstress was dating
could it be that this maiden with needle and thread
was hiding an inmate who'd recently fled
it was suspect, her stitch-work, a cover: abetting and aiding.
Intent upon solving the case of the note in the panel
Sherlock Dannel rode down to the seamstress and brought her some flannel
"I've sewn quilts, without guilt, for the queen, rest her soul,
and the king wore my hats, though his head had a hole
but the rest of my work will attest to my innocence, Dannel".
And Sherlock, so taken with Sangwen, whose voice was sedating
missed the gist of her kiss, but the point of this pistol elating
"See I'm really quite good with a needle and thread
but in cases left traces of blood on the dead
when my needles were shed from drawers of the bores who were waiting."
The man was immersed, but well versed in the curse of the smitten
he saw that this seamstress was shrewd and her verses well written
and hiding her needles and notes could avail
in busting loose criminals down at the jail
and if he had his way, on this day, in the pen she'd be knittin'
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
Don't wear
Your heart
On the sleeve
It won't survive
Out of place
Says Swamy Downey
Heart is not a watch
Replied SIRI
Thus Spake Swamy Downey
But you gotta watch it
With all your love
Else.........
You android
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
Tens now times along
Lived a mother
With her two kids
A widow
Two kids
One a boy
And one a girl
The boy was four
And the girl two
She works hard
To meet the ends
And keep the kids
Clean and Green
One day
The poor mother
Bought
Two apples
Saving money
From her meager earnings
And gave her kids
Kodfather, the boy
Ate his apple
And Rose, the daughter
(was) Playing with it
Then Kodfather said
To his little sister
Shall we play a game?
Innocent she was
Delighted
With her brother's proposal
She asked
What game?
*Let's play *
Adam and Eve
The mother
Who was cooking
In the corner
Turned with a jolt
Her eyes wide
How to play?
Asked little Rose
You tempt me
And I'll eat the apple
Game's finnis
He's the one
Mother thought
You know who
A Downey must come
To save the world
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC