"dyer" poems
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Summer begins to have the look
Peruser of enchanting Book
Reluctantly but sure perceives
A gain upon the backward leaves—
Autumn begins to be inferred
By millinery of the cloud
Or deeper color in the shawl
That wraps the everlasting hill.
The eye begins its avarice
A meditation chastens speech
Some Dyer of a distant tree
Resumes his gaudy industry.
Conclusion is the course of All
At most to be perennial
And then elude stability
Recalls to immortality.
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liar liar heart on fire
let me clip this one last wire
then youll fall down, ******* cryer
hang the noose
it'll be our truce
give me one more chance to roll a deuce
loving isn't hating
and promising isn't faking
please stop my heart from breaking
liar liar heart on fire
as it swings to stop the dyer
beat again and take me higher
look with those beautiful eyes
stop telling all of these lies
quit trying to deny
loving is whats made for you
you know me, i love you too
hating me just isn't true
liar liar heart on fire
give back in, to your desire
with a truth i will admire
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 12:23 AM UTC
Ae zindagi kya hassin naam tera
Hazaaron Mein Hai chehra tera
Aj beparda hai husno jamal tera
Sabhi ko hoti hai chinta teri
Kya ** agar na ** chinta teri
Chalo jite hai tuje aaj mein
Chohd chinta kal ki teri
Sochta *** kya hai zindagi
Fir dehk kar paani Ganga ka
Sabhi jawab milgae
Jese Ganga aati hai or
Samundar mai miljaati hai
Fir se baarish ke roop Mein wo
Himalaya me chali jaati hai
Ae zindagi tubhi waise lagti mujhe
Haasti hai rulati hai or kabhi udas
Kar jati hai tu
Fir es aatma ko us ek se ja milati hai
Ae zindagi maaza tera maut Mein Bhi aata hai
Ae zindagi kya hassin naam tera
Hazaaron Mein Hai chehra tera
Hazaaron Mein Hai chehra tera
By Abutorab dyer
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 1:47 AM UTC
Free Writing
How curious to be told
to write freely,
to ‘do’ free writing,
and then be given a subject!
That’s unfreeing my freedom.
Thank you, but
I don’t want to think
about this time last year.
As September was
September is,
brim-full of wondrous light
now flowing ‘cross this table
as I write – as freely as I can.
Nobody is going to tell me
to write freely and then
give me a subject, tell me
to write for two minutes
then give me five.
The Memorial Hall
There was a continuity of safeness
in these grounds that frame
this unfortunate building.
Memorable and unforgettable,
the ‘Mem’ Hall was a travesty
by Clough William Ellis.
All balustrades and pineapples,
his signature touch, chosen
it’s said (this architect that is)
because he designed the Bath Club pool
whose famous cup this swimming school
inevitably won year upon year.
Walking with Alice
Grey day this Sunday
And a morning walk
Through the estate
To the edge of fields,
You here to collect
The season’s fruits,
Not to eat,
But for the dyer’s vat.
And I, just to crunch
My boot on stubble
And cross the wide acres
Ready for the plough.
For Jeanette
Her last day in Amsterdam
and a brief break from the Powerbook;
she was playing the flâneur.
In the late afternoon
she came across this painting
in a window, in a gallery
at Van Ostadestraat 294.
She was transfixed.
The painting demanded her attention
and her time. After an hour
(and it was by then nearly dark)
she returned to her hotel
and cancelled her flight home.
For the next three days
she went back to the painting
in a window, in a gallery
in Van Ostadestraat 294.
She had begun to learn to look,
not glance, but look, to stand still
for an hour or more - and look.
She was rewarded by a world of detail
no glance could have brought forth.
She was transfixed.
She was transformed.
Red Point
Leaving the fishing station
to the cows on the beach
through each kissing gate
we passed, we kissed.
The steep road ahead
with the horse and the boy
hid our cabin home.
The sea channel,
the red sand,
the distant rain
glanced us by.
To my children
You’re out there
Living famously
All the way down
And back again.
I do think of you
As birthdays pass
And Christmas letters
Demand attention.
You’re out there
To represent my way
Of baking bread,
Sailing the boat,
Walking too fast,
Winning at Go.
Whether in Qatar,
Kansas City or Deptford
You’re me in disguise.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC
I wish to go home were I'm protected from life's downfalls.
To journey across the seven seas
While I'm in sadness counting all my flaws.
The weight of the planet's heartache and harm is bleeding.
Angels smile down as the demons look up, while plotting and feeding.
Dreaming every night of this place.
One could only pray of such a heavenly space.
We must work for it, put all this turmoil aside.
Lift our chests up and remember we have pride.
No matter what time it is, I'm willing to fight against the fire.
Vampires exist mind you they prey on our souls, this hour is dyer.
Lets build a new empire.
One that represents the human kind.
Lets all be kind
To one another, without jealousy or lies.
Shady plans as they whisper behind your back.
The love they show on the outside means jack.
Allow me to return to the vision seen.
A wonderful ground surrounded by nature and a useful team.
Imagine if every person just experienced the spark.
Point the bright torch at the furthest wall, its a bit too dark.
I see it in the distance.
Look at the state of the world.
Turn their money into power for our resistance.
pledge your allegiance to the mighty fight.
So we can all one day reach the land of the light.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
Crazy, insane, she thought she was
And the asylum collapsed
As a dilapidated one does
The death too strong
The pain too near,
Yet at the funeral she cried not
one tear.
She met a boy,
with accent strong.
And his curly brown hair
seemed not too long.
With his crooked smile
And perfect teeth,
She could feel herself wavering,
Becoming weak.
They both had dark secrets
Yet told one another,
But only at the necessity
Of rescuing her brother.
Some time has passed
Yet she sees him again
the one she used to call her old
Boyfriend.
Was this a hallucination?
Some PTSD?
"Or is this him standing
in front of me?"
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
That did not better for my life provide
Than public means which public manners breeds.
Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,
And almost thence my nature is subdued
To what it works in, like the dyer’s hand.
Pity me then, and wish I were renewed,
Whilst like a willing patient I will drink
Potions of eisel ‘gainst my strong infection;
No bitterness that I will bitter think,
Nor double penance to correct correction.
Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye
Even that your pity is enough to cure me.
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Pacing pacing to-and-fro,
speaking aloud with cat in tow.
Ranting,raving,shouting,craving,
whispering a secret all hush and low.
No crowds to gawk, no eyes to peer,
just pacing, ever pacing, from mirror to mirror.
No dishes washed, all dust on floor,
sailing small studio door-to-door.
All pauses brief to Howl or stroke,
while contemplating going broke.
All mussed up hair and *** pajamas;
all condiments and no bananas.
The sunlight dim, the sea all grey,
while pacing afternoons away.
The clock tic-toc, the dyer sounds,
but pacing, ever pacing, pacing bound.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
if i could love
that forever love
that dyer lust
that forever trust
that is what i want to show
show me love, lust,
and all it has to give
show me faith
and how it heals
show me you
the true you
and i shall learn
disarm your guards
let down your shield
show me love
and i too will love
oh how ill love
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 5:45 PM UTC
frail. awestruck. being. lacking. momentum. further. closer. ripping. numb. cold. blank. pages. white.
think. light. calm. weird? angry. alone. down. and out. over. done with. dyer. hostile. violent. dying.
OBSESSION
Overwhelming
fool. hopeless. romantic. dust. gullible. dependent on love. a superfluous feeling.
**** it.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 3:45 AM UTC
bullet tears me half-open,
and my steaming innards spill onto my hands
like hell's party streamers.
i scream,
but it ain't nothing more than another voice
in a twisted wailing choir.
inside-out on this dyer's holiday,
i'd kinda hoped to pass as i should've--
a half-smoked cigarette between my lips
and my lady waiting for me on the other side.
but then--
a lot of things ain't what they should be.
Apr 14, 2011
Apr 14, 2011 at 1:18 PM UTC
Am I living from a place of
blind fear or abundant love?
What messages are coming through-
from the endless Kingdom above?
Daily I endeavor to live,
the life I have imagined;
will my dreams be realized?
Will my future be fashioned?
Is my faith more than
an illusional contrivance?
What am I doing wrong,
since I’m wanting guidance?
The infinity of my soul
continues to slowly unfold;
will the value of my being,
be weighed as purified gold?
Bridge
Am I afraid of failure or
the possibilities of success?
Can I overcome the fear
of not passing Life’s test?
Tapestries of my life are
based on choices I’ve made;
yet successes only occurred-
after taking time to pray.
Chorus
I desire quantum moments
that give meaning to me;
what else can I really do,
so I may now… clearly see?
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
On a Dr. Wayne Dyer program called: ‘I Can See Clearly Now’.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
I want to make love to you
I want you to know all the things you make me feel
There are certain emotions
And specific feelings
That are hard to get down in words
There aren't any words or explanations
For what I feel for you
My love for you goes beyond the emotional
Goes beyond the physical
I am in dyer need of your love
Of your pleasure
You are my one desire
The true love of of my life
You make me come alive
You provide me with my every breath
I want to make love to you
I want to buy you gifts
I want to do nice things for you without expectation
And show you in every way
That you are my world
My sun sets and rises with you
Please let me show you
Let me tell you
All that you mean to me
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
Abandoned on the eve of war
left alone at the enemies door
calling to the darkness echoing your name
tears salty with betrayal that finally came
the hole is deep under like a visceral gap
hands that shake while my knuckles rap
“all alone I see” says the darkness now
“unexpected little one, it would be wise to bow”
“I see he has left you, turn and ran
It must be quite terrifying, please don’t cry if you can”
I will take you now and fill your hollow heart
With ache that goes deep, come now let us start
Fight if you can for I know its your nature
Welcome to the heartbreak legislature
I know you are scared, and now quite alone
And I know you are hurting right through to the bone
As for him and his leaving don’t worry or fret
Ill come for him someday, and I’ll play him like a pawn on my set
But for now sweet little thing it is your turn to hurt
And when you come out, cold and curt
You’ll have ice in your veins and a dead piece of soul
Like scar tissue unfeeling and dull
Let us begin my darling my sweet
My beautiful little fresh piece of meat. “
~Rachel Dyer
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
God's Capitalist pastor
heaven or hell
which ways faster?
speaking in tongues
cussing tons to flares nuns
Spanish never reached presidential ****
popping abortion pills the only thing done
gold tinted feelings repeated and sung
only baptists are talk about being christian
i grant a lot of thought to flaunt the want of dyer needs from taunts
you covered in flees not spots
you un tucked your sleeves and taught
break trees and then smoked the leafs from what they brought
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
I've died inside,
A soul once pure.
Life has hit me,
So much pain I endure.
It's hard to stay strong,
When the light of day is dim.
Day to day,
I expose a fake grin.
For true happiness,
My need is in dyer.
But much hatred,
Is all I acquire.
The world has turned it's back,
Again I am alone.
I can't feel love,
With my heart made of stone.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
My oasis in the desert
Oh dyer of mine,
My tormentor
Dear Dyer of mine,
Please reveal to me
Your secrets divine
What concoction have you created my dear
With your colors and godforsaken water!
My heart’s all blue in love so profound,
My cloak’s all soaked in saffron unbound ...........
I am a stubborn fool
How am I to complain of my tale?
I crossed the scroched valley to find you
And,
I asked you to color my veil
Oh! Your colors penetrated my life's fabric
Insane!
Deep within my heart and soul
Everything’s dyed of your unnatural stain
Why are you so cruel?
What is the purpose of your dealings ?
I kept my side of the bargain
Now, Color my heart away
Oh this feelin’! ..............
Silent artist of mine,
Why are you so intoxicated on *****
Why ask me?
What shade now to come undone?
Color and stains are your business of things
You only know,
What should you be coloring .........
My temple,
My mosque,
My entire world indeed
Your colour paints my heart like a fruit
Without any poisonous seed
Color me off limits,
Color my boundaries,
Color me extreme,
color my unceasing infinities .........
Oh dearest,
Why must we be separated by two different spaces?
Paint just one single shade
And both of our worlds
will embrace ............
Color my sleep,
color my peace,
Color even the creases
Of my unfinised dreams
Paint every single moment,
Of the courtyards of my maternal and marital heavens
Drape in one single shade of all my 24 sevens ............
Scatter across canvas
My amazement of you,
Come close to me
And, paint the desires of my heart too,
Color away our union,
And if you can’t,
Forget not to paint our separation,
Even with the pain of being apart,
I must live on,
Color my dare to carry on ............
My travel mate
My journey,
My soul in sight,
My riddance,
My genesis,
My guiding light,
My lord is you,
My disciple too,
I found a sage and the divine signs within you .........
You are my lover
O dyer of mine,
What’s your own real color?
Reveal your shine,
My resting ground is you,
My color and my colorful dyer
For me
You are the only truth
My sail,
My center of ocean,
I sink in you,
I come afloat under your beacon
Your every word is my supreme given .......
My owner,
My north star
My dearest friend,
My lost love
My sunset
My breathing soul is in your able hands,
Oh my murderer,
My justice giver
I’m clueless without you forever ..........
Where could I go without you,
Where could I ever go without you ............
Show yourself to me
Oh dyer of mine,
Do not torment me
Dear dyer of mine,
Please reveal to me
Your secrets divine,
What concoction have you created my dear,
Of your colors and godforsaken water!
My heart’s all blue in love so profound,
My cloak’s soaked in saffron unbound ...........
My treasured pearl,
My beloved hue,
My soulmate shade,
My spring ,
My autumn,
My rainfall,
You color all my seasons
With your everlasting pallette
A single drop of your love ingredient
Just a single drop of your romantic blend
Colors up my seven seas in a second
And little by little
Our tale has finally
Came to
An end ............
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 10:05 AM UTC
The derision of the derided of the dedicated to the storm
The fire and the ice and the love and the rights and people of the demise of the dear and the redeemable
Medication and rumination sounds rather medical can you take through the bridge and preamble
Without the rhyme and pressing matters of the youthful climb
This is just a success ladder and a rare woman
Lugging a leather bag, pursed lips ready for sudden panging hunger
Like a feather fad endemic and indolent in nature, the droll *******
You telling me I'm alacrity and criminal in the numinous nimble loss for words, the fake feeling
Bewwushteinshlage tell me I'm not rising with the tide, the dyer maker
Hot dripping and filling and dryer head full of hairy dreams
The seeds and searching for the demise of the promising song
And the fresh feed of afraid and fearful peaceful people in this clouded age and premise obsessed by flippant speech
Of hungry people acting so foolishly and speaking through their teeth for the representatives of the burning heart of education
Good glaciers are this a revelation and puerile pride and repeat the same behavior if it's so lyrical
Can I tell my sorrows, and the thorough and boughs rescinding of the glances
Advancements come and go, the gut feeling is good to row
The feeling of building and the bullish ****** find of joking kindred spirits
Drilling pleasantries into ole' midterm me losing my feet and losing my need for finishing school
From the rise of the morning, the time is frolicking and not easy
Someone's running from the hopeful and the ****** and the futon for the shrink's naysay
Daydream and rolling dear ad veritas in this vine of dwindling nations, just a glass domino
Words falling like a little limerick and it hurts just distress others
Taking sister act and the distance doesn't matter to someone obsequious and robed
We are stunned by your logic and your jokes, but, you need to shut the **** up
Finally, awaken the human up and stare at the cellar and have a drink
Before the new fire sails through your life instead of the old flame you remember
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC
Thomas Dyer
Tom, Jason, Germany, France;
In relation everyone to.
And these posters? In 10 free
at last Animals (1200) and all
APN Meaning of origin,
Australia, Kenya, Kenya And
Thomas Wilson is a false friend
Above all, Jason Tom.
mixed Thomas' Warn Hope that life
in Italy is in English (2100);
5, 5, apishness My heart is a gold
person's risk E steering wheel joke
Australia, Kenya, Kenya
Jason Jason France, Italy;
Big huge Sila.
Tom, Tom! Ago Lot 3 (1200)
Motion. APN, Australia, Kenya, Kenya
And Bitterness of a child's woman
Thomas Wilson's friends
Thomas, 1 and Tom and Jerry,
Tom and Jerry i. James Mies Animal
type SUMMARY 9 (2100)
5 years large Language
A woman who lost gold and
helped me again.
And the stars of Australia
Kenya's characters is.
We are the Mother.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
On a voyage
In the sea of knowledge.
Each and every page -
A new stoppage.
Many pages bound together
With a cover made of leather.
Pages as white as white feather,
All the information I gather.
A structured presentation
With graphical representation.
A sky of narration
And a table of notation.
Starting with table of contents
Then onset of concepts
Rich with facts and experiments
To every curious thought, I give vents.
From physics to chemistry
I resolve biological mystery.
From philosophy to history
A road to your intellectual mastery.
All about General Reginald Dyer
And explaining how do plants transpire
From magnetic field around a wire
To E=mc².
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 3:36 AM UTC