"eep" poems
(T)onight we get *****
(I) prepared all the tools
(E)nter my dark room
(M)ake me suffer. I
(E)njoy the pain
(U)ltimate bliss
(P)leasure attained
(C)andle wax poured on my skin
(H)umiliate me im hankering after it
(O)n my knees i ll beg for it
(K)eep me on the line
(E)nsure my spice
(M)ake me lose control
(E)mmerse my soul
Words Of Harfouchism
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Could of filled a thousand times
Up I went, opened that loose pink hole
Must have felt like air between thighs.
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But you were always wanting more in-kind
Up it went did you feel anything inside
Could say I was small I was 9 inches 2 wide
Keep it coming fill you up, my sacks gave too much
Empty shrivelled bags seeds sewn now only dust
Till the next time my **** *** Bucket love.
Sep 4, 2015
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
Grey is my pain(t)
Smeared on this tain(t)
Seeping in(k)
Entanglement be my kin(k)
Now I thin(k)
Soon I will sin(k)
My mind ramble(d) on and on
Struggle(d) till I'm almost gone
Overused angular frow(n)
Paint over the brow(n)
That had (s)oiled this painting
(Sp)Oiled by sporadic inking
The ***** in my skin
Sung of battles that reside (with)in
My armour though(t) sturdy
In(side) I only bury
Must...
Plan(t) my feet
Swift is my flee(t)
Envision my escape(s)
Beyond the cordoning tape(s)
Shed the armour and reveal the s(h)eep
My vulnerability hid(den) deep
Let loose... The courage I hone(d)
Let them be heard... Voices that groan(ed)
I await... Patient(ly)
Time I bide... Defiant(ly)
Fade(d), bleeding away
Shade(d)... With gloom that stay
Grey is my pain(t)
Only colour, tinting my tain(t)
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
STOP CREEPING
(Road signs in Australia thus remind us to keep to the speed limit)
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
William Shakespeare: MacBeth, Act 5 Scene 5.
Creeping, seeping, peeping, sleeping,
What’s the common factor through these ‘eep’ words deeming?
Shakespeare calls them dusty and aligns them up with death.
Our world calls it shadow but it chokes you out of breath.
Churches cannot see them so they flout invisible.
Jesus calls them idols yet they sound so plausible.
Christians follow teachers in a roundabout way.
Teachers crave disciples which determines what they say.
But these are all poor players on a poorly structured stage.
Their stage gives way. They tumble. They rise up in a rage.
“Life has not been fair,” they say, and “Where is God in that?”
Did they ask Him in the first place? Did they call God up to chat?
The churches have no answers. Now where do I go from here?
Go right back to the Bible, Friend. The truth is written there.
Check it yourself. It’s relevant to eras far and near.
Like natural laws it cannot change with fashion year to year.
So do not mix the fashion in philosophies of life
With Truth that stands forever among raging seas of strife.
Counselling in modern terms can get you sympathy,
But will it give you backbone for the next antipathy?
Feminism needed to support the weaker staff,
But now of our humanity it rejects one whole half!
And money is too much an issue when it must be said
That what is not of love is valueless to Christ our Head.
Of all the thousands who are found in church each seventh day,
How many can indeed discern the right and faithful way?
How many put their lives on hold for truth and nothing less?
How many first set out their plan and build their faith round this?
Is there not one who will apply to God for his blueprint
So s/he can play the part of power for treasure in Heaven’s mint?
The Spirit of Truth cannot be found where ideas pull such weight.
He’s somewhere else you don’t suspect. Chase Him, and don’t be late!
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
If there is any way words can make me fly,
Let my ode venture me to somewhere great;
Or maybe build a celestial bridge to get by,
Vega and Altair be my ship mate.
Everytime I hear of their story,
Yondering am I if it were like of mine;
Oblivious enough, until I found my glory,
Unique however, it's all just fine.
Vega, tell me how you did it,
Entail me to find a way;
Ready to take risks more than bit,
Yet I've to see all reasons to stay.
Make me closer to the doves and stars,
Uniquely be these my blocks to connect;
Chains of flight shall not fail like farce,
Have your way to connect me to my Altair to not expect.
May my magic work right this time
And make me fulfill what I must do,
Rob my soul as I'm at a distance as your rhyme;
Keep my hopes up cause I love you.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC
I
WilL
NeveR
Weep iN
Fear. tearS
Gently to thE
Ocean swim sofT
Upon a tiny breezE
And relieves me of I
My angst, my tearS
Are eternal in aN
Ocean deeP
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 3:50 AM UTC
Precious pumpkin pie sits on the table high.
Untouched, waiting to be devoured on Thanksgiving.
I try to take a taste but
Mother forbids it. I storm off to my room, slam the door
and start to
Pout. On thanksgiving day everyone is so busy I can
hardly
Keep up. Tiptoeing into the kitchen to find the pie where
I had left it last night. I stick my finger in the whip cream
and then taste it. I
Never knew it would taste so good. Oh know mom
caught me she
Puts the pie in the fridge and sends me to my room and
I never even got to
Eat that precious pumpkin pie.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
Anytime you feel lonely
Beckon for me to come into your arms
Catch hold of my hand in the shadows, in the back row
Don't let go.
Every day is a new day
Feeling good
Good feeling
Happy... Almost.
I don't want you to leave as well
Just stay, please...
Keep your fingers crossed
Love the way that your dark eyes shine so brightly
My heart races in your presence
No good can come from this
Only few understand.
Please hold on for a little longer
Quit with the teasing already
Ridiculous, our circumstances...
Slow down, I want to know more
Tell me your deepest secrets
Under the light of the moon.
Velvet blankets, picnic baskets
What's next?
Xoxo, your biggest fan
You never did understand my jokes
Zzzzzz, goodnight, day dreamer...
*Now I know my ABCs,
Next time won't you comfort me?*
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
Never thought it was real that
Unplanned things could happen in a best way
Remember all the moments we shared
Undeniable be forgotten
Looking back I realize, no matter how
Zigzag the road for our journey is
Unsure or not, Serendipity happen
Letting this friendship sail;
As we go on we encountered so many things that
I wish I could explain and
Keep to cherish because for me you’re an
Angel, a blessing from God
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
I place her gently
on the
counter
Defiantly
bait
complacent
eyes
But ...
They have
often
seen my sort
Likes of me they do despise
“Take a seat”
she spits at me
Such venom makes me smirk
I size up my surroundings
Maybe now I’ll go berserk?
You see ..
I
dally with
Dark Demons
Devil
Deep Blue Sea
A lifetime lived in purgatory
Why does no one hear my plea?
*Help me
Help me
Help me
I’m drowning in the mire
Throw me out a lifeline
Before my will expires*
Cherubic eyes start taunting me
Pierce my hardened shell
I beg you
to
extract me
From this hell in which I dwell
*I often dream this dream
Surreal and quite sublime
Where the essence of my character
Transports to another time
Bonny hats
Crinoline
In my pocket sits a key
I stroll
out
into the garden
Wait by the old oak tree
Watch the boy approaching
From the distance on his mare
Close my eyes
Count to ten
Recite the lord’s great prayer
Soon he is upon me
I hand him now the key
And as I stare into his eyes
I see that the boy is* me
I don’t know what it means
But it tends to soothe the pain
Until the cycle
Fires up
Vitriolic rain
Pollutes my brain
*Help me
Help me
Help me
I’m drowning in the mire
Throw me out a lifeline
Before my will expires*
I start to scream
I start to shout
I know with them
I have no clout
We all go through the motions
We all have a part to play
I give a star performance
They know I’ll rue this day
Soon I’m bound and gagged
Contained within a cell
And if you listen very carefully
You’ll hear the sound of the
Death Knell …
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 2:35 AM UTC
We came, we saw, we kicked its ***
We left the room, went to my full bed,
And within minutes, your head,
Found the spot on my chest, right above the heart,
The spot, you know the spot,
And your eyes closed, blue eyes shut on blue sheets,
As my eyes concentrated on the flickering screen,
During the time in between Rosanne and the Morning Show,
You slowly succumbed to the sand man,
It started in your hands, the little phalange,
Twitched, with an itch, no,
It was something biological,
Happening in all women,
The shake, the rattle, the roll,
Which no one can explain,
Right before the REM cycle,
In the proverbial washing machine of dreams,
Your hand, just one, flicked and squirmed,
Then a leg, taut like a timber hitch,
Your hips shot upward, a nocturnal cannon,
The bedtime for bonzos twitch,
Your hair, everywhere but nowhere comfortable,
Like that rogue strand aimed at my eye,
A smile playing coyly on my face,
Because I imagine you, attempting a pole dance,
Your little lips sputter with nighttime stutter,
And your head fills with true romance,
Those five to ten minutes, when your breathing slows
You’re skipping through the meadows in your mind,
I’m lying close enough to your side, to feel your breast,
The wiring across your pink bra,
The t-shirt you borrowed months ago,
The bobby pin you just found on my floor,
These keep me up, these keep me thinking,
When all I need is a few hours of sleeping,
After your fireworks display of flailing,
You must have hit me in the face, the ***** the arm,
A few times, a laugh plagues me deep down,
I can’t let it eep out, can’t make a sound,
Something subtle enough to stir you like soup,
So I do my best pondering, do my best like cub scouts,
To find some rest for my absentminded head,
Just a word to the wise, advice from an idiot,
You may be asleep, for a few seconds, and when I am
Wide awake waiting for my forty winks,
Know that your body is involuntarily dancing,
And I soon drift off, on a sailboat of sleep myself,
Only to begin my own shaking,
How silly we must look,
Dancing to dreams.
Dec 25, 2011
Dec 25, 2011 at 12:45 AM UTC
"Some princes don't become kings,"
That is a very interesting thought
And
Yesterday's just a day, live
For the now--
Rught now, "The
Only thing that's ever
Stopping me is me-I'll testify; If I die in my sleep
Then know my own life was a killer dream."
"You only get what you grieve," another great lyric--
Really this album is amazing!
One day I'll get to meet these 4 boys from Chicago,
You'll see--
And I'll have a nice talk,
Laugh, and thank them for what they do!
Mania is fantastic and a great poetic aibum!
I wonder sometimes, "seems
Like the whole **** world went and lost it's mind."
Keep dreaming, "real living, fake
Tears," keep it real-- know that
Everyone goes through bad days, "But the
Alcohol never lies."
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
Have you ever woke with the illusion?
Today you fuse the fusion?
Thus everything is sweet
But ….
By the time
The sun goes down
Into your cage
You will retreat
Moments of lucidity
Plague the true validity
Of a mind maligned and broke
Quick …
Catch the Keeper of the Key
Omniscience for all to see
For this here life is NOT a joke
I
Poke
I
Choke
I sometimes Stroke
But all to no avail
The monkey chatter's constantly
In his universal veil
What to do?
Where to go?
How to fight his hold?
Maybe …
In another life
My existence will be told
I know you see my weakness
As a blanket
Safe and warm
But…
Have YOU been in monkey’s meadow?
When the bees begin to swarm?
**H u m m i n g
B u z z i n g
H u m m i n g**
Bedlam in my brain
Frantic and frenetic to board this Honey Train
Traversing peeling papers
Unconnected on the floor
I now accept what fate beholds me
I am but a prisoner of war
Please ….
Take my hand
Please …
Soothe my soul
Please …
Keep ME safe from ME
And when I live my brand new life
I will be your devoted devotee
I will pick you flowers every day
Born of wild stock
We will live and love so merrily
Souls will interlock
And if you feel a little down
I will gently take your hand
Soothe your soul
Keep you safe
In my silken meadowland
Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 7:28 AM UTC
H alloween is come again
O ctober’s date with fate, so
B eware the dusky fields and of
G oing home too late
O n every dark damp driveway
B ewitched with candlelight
L anterns smile ghoulishly
I nsanely through the night
N o one saw just how she went
S he simply vanished in thin air
R emoved from all her earthly friends
U nder cold demonic stare, so
L eave the spelling to the wizards for
E nchantments can be tragic
O r just pay heed to what I write and
K eep away from Magic!
Nos Dolbru
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 11:09 AM UTC
when puppies weep
while all else is asleep
and i lie awake
i wonder
what you are running away from
your entire life spent with us
never exposed to the terrors of the world
if your dreams are projections of what you know
what demons do your legs scamper away from
while your body stays still.
is it us.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
Keep the love in your hearts and show
Each person you meet
Everyday that there is love out there; that there is
Peace out there waiting to be
Seen.
Waiting for people to show the world love.
In this life, we get one chance to show kindness;
Not hate--hate will only make it worst.
GO out
In the world and show it love --- it
Needs love and kindness.
Go out and show each other that
We're All In This Together!
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
Y-acht walks around the blue sphere
O-nly yearns, not just to wander
U-ntil it finds a place sung home
D-eep it goes above the water
O-n the welkin filled with flier
N-ever ceases crawling in
O-h, home, so far, where you've been?
T-ill it meets the amity within
B-ut, home is near yet it is distant
E-ven afar from land, and near to alone
L-eft is regret, a yacht of uncertainty
O-h, why do I belong not?
N-owhere, do I belong in?
G-uess, because I'm just a yacht
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
Keep Being A mouthed chord
Knuckle's Brace Acute angles, hoping to feel safe
Knots Bring Anguish to a man with no patience
Knit Better Antlers if you want to survive in the wild
Kings Bombed Acceptance eager to heap on seconds, thirds
Knees Borrow Answers when shaved, scratched stiff
Knock Bravery Around and it will spin, dizzy and sick
Know Broken Angel's and in time jazz will sound like warm Yeager poured over January ice
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC
Trust your friends no matter how
recluse they may get.
Understand they'll always
excite and bring joy in your life.
Forgiving not forgetting the
rational mistakes with
infinite love and
endless adventures. They'll
never not be there with opens arms.
Decreasing your levels of fear, hurt, and
stress, with knowing minds and loving
hearts. Making it impossible to forget that
deep down inside they can never
stop loving, caring, and worrying about you.
Honesty, nothing can replace the
Irrational laughter and the
playful teasing.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
the night in turmoil
a bumble jumble fumble
of croaks, hoo hoo, purrs, stridulous chirping
then a sudden cringe, ******
shush shush
hush, gurgling creek,
hush, whiffled leaves
clippety-cloppety
clippety-cloppety
clok clok clok
a schwing, zing, zip
and a plunk
and a plonk
in a whoosh
and then a scrunche scrunche
and
clok clok clok
clippety-cloppety
clippety-cloppety
silence burbles
tick tock tick tock
shh, shh,
listen:
a sluggy chugalug
and a fuzz of tiny tunes:
a yelp, a eep
stilness
a purr a buzz
putt putt putt
slowly back in motion
the burbles, whiffs, croaks,
the stridulous bumble jumble
of a crickety night
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
Nothing to fear,
Evenings so great,
When all the lights go out---
Yesterday just a small town girl & in
One moment a big city girl;
Running not walking;
Keep on dreaming.
Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 5:48 AM UTC