"endorsement" poems
i caught
the midnight sky
winking at me
as i walked
out the front door;
its clouded lid
falling upon
that bright
but waning eye
for the briefest
of moments
it is hard
to know
if this was
a gesture
of endorsement
a translunary "attaboy"
of encouragement
to keep walking
this path
less travelled
or an accusatory
reassurance
despite
the ambivalence
that my secrets
would be kept
by this
ever-watchful
stellar companion
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 8:06 AM UTC
People always complain about political correctness
Unless it's something important to them
Then they expect you to use empathetic indirectness
As to not hurt the feelings of men
I'm a homosexual talking to a stranger
They don't detect this
They say ****** and unleash my anger
They don't expect this
They were expecting me to be socially correct
To their bigoted views
They can't handle it when their hatred reflects
And they're given their due
I can't ask for a simple date
Or mention anything about God
I can't ask for their ****** state
That would imply that they're flawed
Yet they say I'm easily offended
But their argument is upended
When there are many topics I must avoid
Or hedge around
Otherwise they will get easily annoyed
And wear a frown
People say Donald Trump is politically incorrect
But that's not true
He's a hateful piece of ****
People confuse that with political incorrectness
But if about half the people who vote are pieces of ****
Can that really be said to be incorrect?
The idea of the president being politically incorrect is absurd
By virtue of being elected his politics are being endorsed
And endorsement is what comprises political correctness
He may know nothing of governance or diplomacy
But he was correct when it came to politics
I live in a country where I can say pretty much whatever I want
And then everyone else can react however they want
To be angry at someone's reaction is its own political correctness
They're just mad it's not their own specific politics being adhered to
So when people mention political correctness I laugh
It's a defensively reflexive path
When they live an unexamined life
But then complain about their plight
They think they're hated because they're white
They think they're hated because they're right
I dislike them because they have low empathy
So I don't want to be near that
Because their hatred starts to enter me
When they call me a queer ***
Then they expect me to love it
But instead I tell them to shove it
They tell me I'm being politically correct
Maybe it's their own lives they should inspect
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
Here you see a man and a hand
A reflection of opposing forces
What is and what should never be
An unhealthy, God-awful endorsement
Afflictions corrode from within
Stone-fixed in self preservation
A shattered temple confined
Or anew flower creation
To live, love and be loved
Surrounded by color and contentment
To be lost in the shadows
The wrong side of saturation
Cracked, battered, distorted and beaten
Shattered a mirror that opened a window
Shaped, fixed, filed and finished
Broken a bond revolved around no
A torn life set in stone
Here lies what are us
A life that should have never been
Metamorphosis of Narcissus.
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 1:02 AM UTC
The setting of traps
has always seemed
like a tacit endorsement
of the mice.
Acknowledgement.
Validation.
Admission of failings as a homeowner –
(cracked baseboards or an unsealed gap in the door.)
We are usually responsible
for our own infestations, after all.
The relationship with the mice is codified
“you are vermin,
I am not.
I will ****
You will die.”
Thus the mice are transfigured,
Christ-like.
Frozen in fear,
frozen in time,
laid bare
on a sticky, chemical
altar of sacrifice.
Saviors
giving their lives
so that we may preserve
those unwanted crumbs
in the vacant space
between the couch and loveseat
where the vacuum won’t reach.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 8:24 AM UTC
Broken Fence
Possibly the strangest way to start a piece and its ultimate purpose is to cry for our country it has so
Many elements let’s start with the innate gifts it provides it’s a story of history when this fence was new
Washington Jefferson Adams and the other founding fathers were plainly viewed stalwart strong not
Perfect but principled and within this rough hewn wood that had plenty of eyesores but such is the
Material God uses I don’t care to look back in a romantic or sentimental way but with the clearest eye
Demand of our selves honesty that will not lead us into unreasonable thoughts that will only weaken us
More but allow truth to work its constructive influence a movement through our conscience that will
Find in us the same store house of power that lead our fore fathers to face ridicule and stare death in
The face and not waver courage forged in battle that rose from the heaps of dead patriots that saw a
Nation of free men not minions of soulless weaklings paying tribute to someone else’s twisted fanciful
Schemes they looked far into the future and did see pastoral scenes where broken whitened fences
Were the collective places where wild flowers grow with breath taking beauty where gentle breezes are
Born from the inward souls of free men they carry this view by flowery fragrance it wafts far a field
Giving joy and pleasure as free men and women toil under a golden sun of opportunity through good
Honest hard work the land will endure and produce bounty for untold generations but it is going to take
A people who will engage in the battle and it will have to take another revolution to remove the
Quagmire that cripples political will and leaves everyone at risk of losing such a treasure that was
Bequeathed to us at such great cost this is not an endorsement of the tea party or the occupy
Movement but somewhere beyond their feeble stumbling steps the answer is there as it was in the
Beginning it will take each of us searching and giving our all to find it we will never find it crying for
something so grand and asking to pay nothing for it
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 1:15 AM UTC
.. Awake oh world..awake 2015.. This is not a dream, a public announcement!!An endorsement of fiery destruction will reign upon earthly cities. A crossing of no pity. For twas predicted long ago...
Thy lands will be cleansed as snow. Howl and moan/ for trees will be scorched a twist! Thy eye sockets wilt be ripped and headache wilt be a molehill for thou!!!
Banks wilst crumble, babies shalt mumble as in Noah's day!!!what's wrong? No loving songs, to the devil you'll make a parade!!!!
Thou clown of display, skies will grey and stars shalt be fiercesome and almighty as thy green greedied dollar!!!
Here's thy collar, oh don't forget thy new world chip, for all younger days and innocence you'll wish thou couldst return!!!! Return to thy own dust oh man!!!for its lives thou took, now thy life to be given!!! No feast of thanksgiving! Can't thou read the scribes writing?
Blind thou hath been for over 2000 years, stack thy gold corrupted by moss in thy underground cellar!!!fighter, yeller!
Cop brutality shalt get much worse! Violence will between thou sister and brother! Canst thou not changeth thine own way? Mummified curse indeed! Pigfeed you've become to ones who blow the horns! Watch out/move.....don't get burned!!!!volcanic destruction will match quakes to rattle thy mortars, for climatic borders will be bound by new order charisma!!!!hope!!hope!!the crowd yells to their thorned crown king!!!2015 the year of the blood moon! The year of thine own final sting!!!!
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
We met and killed a lot of time
Filling the hollows that we bore
Stars illuminating on dense fields
Braveness of the unshakable bricks
Moved seats across as we shift space
Sifting veins of the millisecond zones
The fingers of the clock tick and flick
The noses milked, squeezed tickles
A weaved tangle, the drawn fizzles
Unbridled and bottled even cases
Tormented 'cancers' ruling the mazes
A concern of indifference capture tides
A highway farewell, the rounded kiss
Bemused music, contemplation narrowed
The misunderstood steam boil in vapour
A massive endorsement of fumes cut the cord.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
698
Life—is what we make of it—
Death—we do not know—
Christ’s acquaintance with Him
Justify Him—though—
He—would trust no stranger—
Other—could betray—
Just His own endorsement—
That—sufficeth Me—
All the other Distance
He hath traversed first—
No New Mile remaineth—
Far as Paradise—
His sure foot preceding—
Tender Pioneer—
Base must be the Coward
Dare not venture—now—
1.3k
A rousing
endorsement
for
marriage ....
good luck
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
Bennus crossing- by me... Awake oh world..awake 2015.. This is not a dream, a public announcement!!
An endorsement of fiery destruction will reign upon earhtly cities. A crossing of no pity. For twas predicted long ago...
Thy lands will be cleansed as snow. Howl and moan/ for trees will be scorched a twist! Thy eye sockets wilt be ripped and headache wilt be a molehill for thou!!!
Banks wilst crumble, babies shalt mumble as in Noah's day!!!what's wrong? No loving songs, to the devil you'll make a parade!!!!
You clown of display, skies will grey and stars shalt be fiercesome and almighty as thy green greedied dollar!!!
Here's thy collar, oh don't forget thy new world chip, for all younger days and innocence you'll wish thou couldst return!!!! Return to thy own dust oh man!!!for its lives thou took, now thy life to be given!!! No feast of thanksgiving! Can't thou read the scribes writing?
Blind thou hath been for over 2000 years, stack thy gold corrupted by moss in thy underground cellar!!!fighter, yeller!
Cop brutality shalt get much worse! Violence will between thou sister and brother! Can thou not changeth thine own way? Mummified curse indeed! Pigfeed you've become to ones who blow the horns! Watch out/move.....don't get burned!!!!volcanic destruction will match quakes to rattle thy mortars, for climatic borders will be bound by new order charisma!!!!hope!!hope!!the crowd yells to their thorned crown king!!!2015 the year of the blood moon! The year of thine own final sting!
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
You lit my insides on fire
voiced the words sunken deep in my linear
spoken against,
the stillest water
I could of sworn I saw it move.
your eyes blushing as
you
articulate her thigh
I saw it in you,
your shy endorsement
for the same
***
curious movements
from gentle hands
lip gnawed and panicked
I ran my hand through boyish hair
and god I am such a cliche
why won’t you come and say
hello
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
You left me without remorse and hesitation.
I stayed in exhaustion in bedding of ice.
I see your ghostly outlines.
You are like polar ice cap in distant horizon.
I can not stand insulation.
I reached irreversible aspects of survival.
Little heat of my body has left.
My whole body embraces the numbness to the core of bones.
Dark hallicunations penetrate my mind.
You left me without remorse and hesitation.
Maybe unconsciousness will rescue me from pain.
My heart will stop functioning soon.
I wish I could do something to save myself.
I need anesthetic of your kisses,
your sweet morphine of saliva.
I barely close my eyes to sleep.
I tremble and search for answers
why you left me,
why God allows for loud cry,
why destiny walks dark paths.
Will mountain of ice in you crumble?
You left me without remorse and hesitation.
Nothing makes sense.
Haviness is growing inside of me.
I try to speak with flames of grief.
I try to play with them
but soon I will stop breathing.
Inaudible lullaby lulls me to sleep.
You are my attacker now, my conspirator.
Obviously you feel innocent and blame me
for sinfulness which I carry with me,
for lies that were not spoken.
You left me without remorse and hesitation.
I am waiting here in pain for your endorsement.
I vowed to be with you forever.
Promises fade away in the cold
from lack of heartbeat and breathing
as I now died here for you.
After this initial death may come
second and third death
until I wake up with you
staring into the ocean of your eyes
like a shore waiting for waves.
You left me without remorse and hesitation.
Without you all parts of my body screams in pain.
I am churned sea wishing calmness,
lost molasse on your journey through world,
underwater sounds not heared by anyone.
My thoughts are inquisitive for your words not said.
I am kneeling in beseeching prayers.
Maybe this will save us from disdain and sorrow.
My confusion is mixed with panic attacks
that I will never kiss your eyes again,
that love floated like frightened bird,
that world would die with my dreams.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
*What mighty importance
rests so fat on the shoulders of you
that i'm refused
the right to lay love where I want it grown?
Bonds can loosen
Loads you've carried furthest can be shared
I know Trust is earned
but it's Earnest too, when I demonstrate it purely,
Laying all my bones
at all your doors as promises and gifts
I'll even renew - if you want -
That honest vow to remember all your birthdays
to Topple on your soul
If you need the weight of someone not you.
Can we be side by side
In a blurred rush towards the singularity?
or Am I the ***
you lead to water - am I the water itself?
Don't let me place-hold
or keep the seat warm for overdue truths
There's no need
to balance each other's acts of self sabotage
Or to pretend
Either of us is any more than what we are
We both understand
That grace is to us just brightly coloured feathers.
Please let us be safe
Together, in that disappointing mess
And let me work
on Those snags of control and owning and having
Because I don't remember
how you became confection behind a window
What made me
Treat you as the best since...sliced boys
but My diet did change
I didn't want to spoil you for lesser bread
and Now a hunger
and rot collide in the vacant spaces you're yielding.
Is it an upset
to cry at your objection to my care
Or when I kick
and scream at the labels you stick to me
When you call me
callous Hysterical and paranoid to preoccupation
Incurring open fire
and pointed barbs about your ***** Mother
Who ruined you for women, love
You, who will only ever be half aware of this and that.
I'll go willingly though
on display, to be mocked in silent penance
For What else next
but to try to hold you to me
To try to sit as still
As time and light do for me when you move in my direction
and Be as hard
as your endorsement makes me.
But for all the noise
Of our collapsing walls and siege machinery
The poison
that may never fully be drawn.
You are here.
I am here.
What else are we gonna do.*
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 7:22 AM UTC
The laws of average ironically most follow this/
the old adage/
the mundane norm regular basic/ conform original most are not/they're just tracing out line to a knot/
complying to a form I'm not
well done be in rare form/
I need a piece of peace belief/transform scorn to scorching
with out endorsement
become unique/
the laws of average face it
most chase this/
in tune with the masses
fallowing the stringed carrot/
a bunch of jack assess/
when you have the capability to grab it/
become a savage
for your goals instead it's tragic/
you break every other law except the law of average/
why?
you wanna be cool?/
susceptible to the oooo's/
out here making a spectacle for whom?/
Confused skeptical to who/
we choose
to love but we hate
Consumed/
so we follow
innate
Is not what we do/
Relate? I didn't think so
Dammit I've had it/
Not for the faint of heart
This is a state of art
An escape artist
To escape the madness/
Everyone else is doing it
So I'm asking/
In this state of passion/
do you still want to
follow the laws of average?
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
Don't
you
have
some
other
dick
to
suck
for
endorsement?
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
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George and Thomas Volk Thomas is a Muslim now, fit for them,
pregnant Rose Einstein, you think I want you, your family?
The Seven Chicks provide a real-life example of class-based
building constructs that provide tasks and services for stellar users and stars.
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dead goddess' song in gray Germany in July, art,
Louis, sound, beret, experience,
number, future, monument, hair, white, people,
mind, golden years, human, year Keywords:
peace holy religious reading better you tree times
coil dry Easter Easter egg garden heaven's holiday
line lot north offspring play room text tell time
and crystal serious kind think dogs help care unknown clothes
Australian museum
evil church computer mouth early earth remember
vitamins, in a field of **** China mountains;
******* folk folk folk folk Folk Folk Folk Folk Folk Folk Folk,
eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows,
eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows,
fancy drinking, eye, coming cat, paradise is empty, make the bed police; group Jack Satan beginning jellyfish; Mary monster Keywords:
dead, dead, dead, ct, dead, finals, paint it black back bats devil
gross flicker stones broken hole [fat old witch died]
glowing century secrets back return seventh
accustomed ****** textile form; the final pit of witches
in cities city **** witch died hole death face fresh bar, said William
planet beloved point flames horns meaty harlot boy,
sure reality expressing pretty stupid guys eating *******
city feeling car Ivan blonde dance list large universe
ladies ***** healthily felt background mother; Eve's dyed leather
speaking to the muses genius beat lover on Star St.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 5:33 AM UTC
Today you say,
"the bottles half empty."
Simply not because you drunk half a wine bottle
But your life isn't the perfect model
You use to stand tall,
But your leaves begin to say "so long"
As if it was fall,
Yet it is spring,
And your life is dissipate
Oh though it seems
For Your life is the definition of a Dimond ring,
You care about money, and the clothes,
Not about the happiness life brings,
In Your mind its seemingly,
money, fame, and fortune
showing lack of endorsement,
It's been "me, myself and I"
We all look at you and sigh
For negative is your only thought,
In your life,
negative is the only thing you got
If you switched around the bottle is half empty,
To the bottles have full,
Life would be much more to endure
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
As she cut she squirmed
Not as tough as she thought
Indecent minds alike
Shh just don't get caught
Just leave your ******* soaking in the **** between his teeth
Let him walk over you
Just like he did to me.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
the silent witness washing
her truth in the forgiving rain
rinse away all the lies you convinced yourself with
and hope tomorrow wont remember
what today couldn't bear to believe
maybe if you feel it hard enough
you can be somebody new
with a new road to get lost on
she evaporates as the day drags on
cant keep up the purchased pretense
without a rationalization or blame game
she runs in a raincoat
but gets wet anyway
seems like its all for naught
gave up a bitter truth hiding her lie
for a reality of greys and endorsement of hand creams
grease the palm to ease the way
but it just leaves you hurting inside
she says turn me into a bird so i can fly away
a dark day calls my name
a reckoning for all iv done
this fate labored for
the one i sewed to my soul
spare me this weight
tell me i'm free to run far away
far far away
but she had left her last true companion long ago
and the shadows surrounding now
commiserate only with the tears of loss
and only bear the burdens that pay in silver and gold
she turns to meet the thunder drums
of the coming sun
to meet the maker of her design
and that mirror waits for her alone
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
‘Nothing is impossible under the sun’
impressed the father on his son,
‘can go haywire all stability,
everything is in the realm of possibility’.
The son grew up and duly had his chance
To go on a date of youthful romance,
That soon matured to a relation of heart
There was no looking back once he made the start.
But fate so often bares its cruelty
The girl left him for another,
Leaving him a note scribbled on paper
‘everything is in the realm of possibility’.
The son was so shattered by his lover’s deceit
Living seemed not worth anymore,
He was found hanging tied to a bed sheet
Behind his room’s closed door.
A note he left bearing his last words
From a son to his father a cruel levity,
In endorsement of what his father had once said,
It read ‘everything is in the realm of possibility’!
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 3:54 AM UTC
lust is a beautiful thing to lose
............
"falling in love" is two people being lonely together
.............
if you feel totally attracted to another peraon........run for your life!
...........
"to embrace passionately"----------seems something we force upon eachother
................
with "jesus" on his lips
but her P---Y on his mind
yeah.....he was
a **** all right!
...........
LOVE SONG FOR MORBID LOVERS
-------------
i threw her face thru the plate glass window
because i love her!
because i love!
she wanted to leave me
now she's dead!
(THIS IS A CONDEMNATION, NOT AN ENDORSEMENT)
................
i'm sad .....so SAD!!
MY LOVER DONE LEFT ME!
actually
it aint so...
.........................bad
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 1:55 PM UTC
Her endorsement in dry wit
I must admit wets my lips
and as I tickle her underside, I say oh my
thank god for my sweet tanner lady
I watch her beating her leather
maybe lamb or a young heffer
but I watch her beat it into shape
she comes without storms or high weather
She is the girl of my dreams
my catfish in a silver stream
my would be or maybe
my sweet tanner lady
When I do trek back to the void
she will be my only compassionate voice
and her heart will beat for mine
till the end of time
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
Can I taste you after you shower?
Eating ice cream for an hour?
Enjoy soft tender chicken strips
Soul exchange nothing's change
At close range body feelin strange
Heat blood pressure rises
Life's full of mystic surprises
Pregnancys a riskin crisis
Devices bonding together forever
I'm ready for commitment
Submitted ****** endorsement
I can't seem to love no one else
Forgive me for my honesty
Modesty if I could I would understood? I need your words
To set me free or let us be
Together with me
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
Heather grabbed at my ankles
A bubbling stream shanty is sung
Light opened holes in the morning sky
The gateway stood isolated as I approached
Awaiting a portal vortex, I felt no worries
It's partner lay broken, stranded and overgrown
The valley sprawled upwards beyond
Following the stream bearing promises
Torn brown waters drawn from peaty hearts
A storm lay waste in its stride
Land slides piled high across the stream
The throttling strictures but nature emends
Here the shadows are but places of wonder
Rain an endorsement of wonder
Wind to lift up the wings on depression
Where one voluntarily throws one's own ashes
The lizard appears and basks on a sun drenched grit-stone
Transformed a life form quizzically looks on
Is my reflection blinking on turbulent waters true
A place where no lily pad can conquer a perspective blue
The mind haunts the wilds carried on a prodigal dream
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 7:24 PM UTC
or what should have been titled: product endorsement by vloggers with the following introduction, lost in terms of original content, that will have to be necessarily rewritten in a lessened heaving of the breast as proclaiming original ease of composition... but since this is not the first instance of such a blunder, it is actually a joy to see: to see the lack of clinginess to one particular instance, over all others - not here, not here the one-hit wonder of pop culture that's rampant... you might find this siding with the mediocre but it's due to the fact that it wasn't said many times and cannot be desirably uprooted from such a perception, and entombed in sacred marble of "forever cherished"; thus said, few writers realise that their works are like fresh fruit and vegetables... they too have their b.b.d. (best before date) and their u.b.d. (use by date) - i believe that no one alive can claim a b.b.d. for their work and still be alive... period. the u.b.d. simply states: before you, the reader, actually dies... but then again, that's a bit overly pressure laden with the writer's presumptions: nonetheless it's there... poems and books like fruits and vegetables, the writer ought to be a refrigerator, the reader the oven... i guess it just means: keep your cool, while others turn to populist hysterics if something looks counter to their norms... that's how it is, any poem's or book's b.b.d. (best before date)? when the author is dead.
that famous saying:
an apple a day keeps
the doctor away...
i suppose there's another
one of kindred invocation:
a poem a day
keeps the psychiatrist
at bay - alter?
writing poetry is a bit like
watching a psychiatrist
try to wriggle his way
out of a straitjacket -
they're not called
the thought-police for no reason...
and my my: i thought
that was only in the Soviet Union?
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC