"endows" poems
I am the zombie of Tinkerbell
Her living corpse
Dress sparkles all faded
Tinkling like a broken bell
My fairy dust no longer brings children the gift of flight
But endows my prey with the curse of second life
That I may twice devour their
Squirming, wriggling,
Writhing, scriggiling
Flesh
Just the way I like it
With a wide dark grin across my face
Teeth stained with blood and broken into points
Eyes dim, dull, and hallowed
Skin sallow and torn by the fighters,
Who battle for their death
Combatting the loss of their dignity
I lure them in with stale illusions and sickly sweet snares
Torn wings are no match for swift feet, but I manage
Pushed onwards, pulled forwards by a need, urge
To devour, consume, and engorge myself
Again with tender meat
And imbibe upon the sharp lifeblood
Of faerie.
For I, am the zombie Tinkerbell, and I hunger.
It's dinner time...
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 9:08 PM UTC
Google is the gift for
An inquisitive student,
Who is in search to
be knowledgeably potent.
Although it makes
One so dependent,
It bestows erudition
That is too consistent.
Google serves us with mail,
That saves our time to sail.
It’s services like the maps
Leaves a stranded person to bridge the gaps.
Gaps? Yes, it bridges the gaps
With all its possible apps,
The interests of the public
And concepts of the prolific.
When Google well handed
Our queries have added,
Whose possible solutions have multiplied,
For which the efforts been phenomenally divided.
With the transforming technologies
In this world of transience
Google has procured
Its own state of omnipresence.
Thus, Google has become the tool
With which the user can rule.
It endows as a surfing equipment
Hence, Google is the gift for a Student.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 1:40 AM UTC
She walks at night likes passion's grace
Through nebulous fields of dream landscapes
Wild Morpheus her footsteps guides
She’s lust’s impassioned wile incarnate
Her will like swirling ocean currents
Endows the night with wanton purpose
Sent from heaven's pearly gates
To make men ponder mortal fortune
Tempting spirits will to sate
Demanding accolades of prowess
To satisfy her primal needs
Traverse her treacherous terrain
Her visage of immortal love
Like honey dripping from the comb
Inspires reckless heart's abandon
Dawn comes like coitus interruptus
Narcotic wisps of contention fade
A thrall with no earthly recourse
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
She walks at night likes passion's grace
Through nebulous fields of dream landscapes
Wild Morpheus her footsteps guides
She’s lust’s impassioned wile incarnate
Her will like swirling ocean currents
Endows the night with wanton purpose
Sent from heaven's pearly gates
To make men ponder mortal fortune
Tempting spirits will to sate
Demanding accolades of prowess
To satisfy her primal needs
Traverse her treacherous terrain
Her visage of immortal love
Like honey dripping from the comb
Inspires reckless heart's abandon
Dawn comes like coitus interruptus
Narcotic wisps of contention fade
A thrall with no earthly recourse
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 3:18 AM UTC
Oh! look how beautifully she uses her smile
as a shroud,
to hide the gruesome scars her soul endows!
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
Between the hands, between the brows,
Between the lips of Love-Lily,
A spirit is born whose birth endows
My blood with fire to burn through me;
Who breathes upon my gazing eyes,
Who laughs and murmurs in mine ear,
At whose least touch my colour flies,
And whom my life grows faint to hear.
Within the voice, within the heart,
Within the mind of Love-Lily,
A spirit is born who lifts apart
His tremulous wings and looks at me;
Who on my mouth his finger lays,
And shows, while whispering lutes confer,
That Eden of Love’s watered ways
Whose winds and spirits worship her.
Brows, hands, and lips, heart, mind, and voice,
Kisses and words of Love-Lily,—
Oh! bid me with your joy rejoice
Till riotous longing rest in me!
Ah! let not hope be still distraught,
But find in her its gracious goal,
Whose speech Truth knows not from her thought
Nor Love her body from her soul.
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The Love a Life can show Below
Is but a filament, I know,
Of that diviner thing
That faints upon the face of Noon—
And smites the Tinder in the Sun—
And hinders Gabriel’s Wing—
’Tis this—in Music—hints and sways—
And far abroad on Summer days—
Distils uncertain pain—
’Tis this enamors in the East—
And tints the Transit in the West
With harrowing Iodine—
’Tis this—invites—appalls—endows—
Flits—glimmers—proves—dissolves—
Returns—suggests—convicts—enchants—
Then—flings in Paradise—
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
What is this breath of life
that cools me with every exhale?
The breath that sways in between every leaf,
and provides the earth with much avail.
What is this breath of life
that gives movement to those without vitality?
That enables the inanimate to travel,
giving means to their universality.
What is this breath of life
that brushes the hair from my face?
That gives resistance to my motion,
challenging the runner's pace.
What is this breath of life
that in the absence of such, beings would also be without?
Allowing existence to continue,
contributing to the circle of life throughout.
What is this breath of life
that is constantly taken for granted?
As mother nature's sigh
tests the trees she implanted.
What is this breath of life
that rocks the wooden chimes?
Creating an orchestra with the forest
playing a different song than those of past times.
What is this breath of life
that embraces us with whispers?
That calls to us with the rest of the land
to wake up and read the divine scriptures.
What is this breath of life
that I can count on to relinquish the past?
Providing a state I can dwell in,
knowing that now is the only thing that lasts.
What is this breath of life
that is fully indifferent to good or bad?
A spirit that knows no evils,
who cannot tell between a murderer or a lily pad.
What is this breath of life
that spreads bliss every time the spirit is blown?
Who's inspiration can help you realize peace,
once you grasp that you are never alone.
What is this breath of life
that transmutes silence into song?
Giving lightness to reality,
causing your feet to dance along.
What is this breath of life
that endows me with so many reasons to smile?
The simplicity of nature's air conditioning
that makes the sun-heated day worthwhile.
What is this breath of life
that spreads seeds to propagate plants?
Helping to sustain life upon this earth,
from the humans to the ants.
What is this breath of life
that sends a message from far away?
A prior knowledge of the situations beyond,
so one can be wary of the upcoming purvey.
What is this breath of life,
that is another link in the interconnected subsistence?
Where the presence of one leads to the actuality of another,
in which the universe is a timeless coexistence.
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 5:19 PM UTC
Daffodils honour us with their diaphanous emerging,
familiar old friends, it’s welcome yellow fellows well
met. We greet you gratefully from your submerging
floral heads mutate, from green bud to golden bell.
Nature, benefactor of all provision, gifts indulgence
plays host to these visitors for sadly too brief a stay
endows bright vistas which radiate in rare effulgence
springing in Spring this seasonal and annual display.
Daffodils grow row on row hereabout and all around
a host of them as Wordsworth’s great poem extolled;
flowers that proliferate and thrive upon waste ground
gilding the darkest spaces by their alchemy into gold.
Like gold a noble daffodil yields a treasure for the eye,
an array of optical pleasure then doffs its cap goodbye.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
She walks at night likes passion's grace
Through nebulous fields of dream landscapes
Wild Morpheus her footsteps guides
She’s lust’s impassioned wile incarnate
Her will like swirling ocean currents
Endows the night with wanton purpose
Sent from heaven's pearly gates
To make men ponder mortal fortune
Tempting spirits will to sate
Demanding accolades of prowess
To satisfy her primal needs
Traverse her treacherous terrain
Her visage of immortal love
Like honey dripping from the comb
Inspires reckless heart's abandon
Dawn comes like coitus interruptus
Narcotic wisps of contention fade
A thrall with no earthly recourse
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 7:37 PM UTC
Mirrored "M" slanted forty five
strewn along like makeup over counters
accessories
add a little morning color
flushed like newly applied blush
bright pink renewal.
A daily "happy" dosage
prescribed like an apple
to stay healthy.
There is a llama on the mirror, too,
made up of scribbled lines
drawn with a purpose
to propose a smile
and make a simile
as if there was rhythm to write by
as if it did not end,
as trembled fingers tried to suppress shudders,
and a wall was constructed with blacked out windows
and Tardis blue shutters.
*"It's bigger on the inside,"
it used to be.*
what the heart endows,
or rather "whom" it is endowed to.
as they were combined
1 + 1 = 2.
If swords, words, battles, done.
"Right, bye."
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 3:34 AM UTC
All the flowers whisper in my ear, will you go with us
Give your heart and search for hope
Inside a crystal looking-glass
Scattering your blessings
As you cope
I kneel by the fountains of the world’s perfume
Where ancient wisdom is displayed to me
While celestial bodies above me loom
Gazing down at the flowers
Whispering free
Unconsciously, I follow the flowers to seek
The vapors of hope in the glass
Scattering blessings meek
In fragrant fountains
Belonging to us
The guardians of my hands watch over me now
From the shining stars of nature’s skies
Casting a vision which endows
A golden crown of glory
Above mine eyes
Dec 19, 2010
Dec 19, 2010 at 10:59 AM UTC
In life, I thought I had everything,
The answers of the heart were lost;
I idolized the women of my dream,
But Christ had paid the ultimate cost.
Not by bread alone,
Shall I live a life again…
I manipulated other as well as myself,
The child of a King behaved so immorally;
Putting the fear of God second to all else,
I started to talk of Him without any loyalty.
Not by bread alone,
Shall I speak of life within…
Man cannot live by bread alone,
We need the true bread of life;
The world was saved by our own
Lord and Savior, Jesus the Christ.
So I will not do it,
By not bread alone…
I have stolen from the holy storehouse,
By not bothering to even tithe in truth;
Cheerful giving is the least man endows
For complete salvation in living proof.
Not by bread alone,
Shall I eat once more…
Hatred I felt for my own brothers,
As I slowly learned really to absolve;
Jesus manifested genuinely to others
Unanimity is how Christians evolved.
Not by bread alone,
Shall I be like before…
Man cannot live by bread alone,
We need the true bread of life;
The world was saved by our own
Lord and Savior, Jesus the Christ.
So I will not do it,
By not bread alone…
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
Chase the gloom that conceals my soul away
Those bits of mist that net my moon
So I will not hear their steps by my door each day
Singing me refrains
From their lonesome tune
Take me from the boundaries of day and night
So my pain will pass on to bliss
Lift the veil covering my soft moonlight
Sweetly chase my gloom away
With your kiss
Help me to see these pictures in my mind
Where I loved before as I do now
To remember logic is impossible in love to find
Only breaking the heart
Which continues asking how
Come pour your refreshing dew upon my brow
Sing refrains of music from your soul
Shield me from that which my gloom endows
Quiet this darkness deep inside
Release me
From its hold
Chase the gloom that conceals my soul away
Free the light of my precious moon
Remove those boundaries of night and day
With the bliss of your kisses sweet refrain
Yesterday
Would not be too soon
Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 10:58 AM UTC
I'll never understand
what could possess
one to tell one
that they have no skill?
How do you not know
that they know how to do
things you could never
master yourself?
And what if they ****
at math or soccer or
just being social
and stuff?
Maybe they have
this awesome innateness
that endows them ability
to rock your wife's socks off?
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 9:33 PM UTC
Light of light disclosed...open and upended--arch
shone, there you under it...come to pass.
The filaments of earthly wears burn gently away...
there the last of them--upright and out of mind a
steady waking.
Body once upon a time explained away and folded.
Waves of euphoria gust weightlessness, the
cast of First and Last Things rattle their blinding
moorings.
Footsteps are kissed away, submit their mountain of
weight to the Halls of Posterity.
Beauty's freshest presses lay depth and proportion
upon the entrant at hand.
As a river in continuous stride--profundity endows,
carries along the: I of being.
It is when it runs through the Elysian Fields pause
is taken.
Live lights kindle, break their pillared conscription...
as radiance knows no rigidity.
Light by All definition, giver and taker...everything
we swore was about to happen Has happened--
eternity is too large to recount.
This embrace awaits the body's duration, has storied
its exit timelessly...the Elysian Fields are our playground.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
*When the earth collides,
The sky beckons the sea
And the sea beckons the air
And the air hovers to the tree
And the tree beckons the rain
And the rain meets the earth
In a rushing surge
And the earth smells green
And the green revives the earth
And the green endows the herbs
And the herbs become medicine
And the herbs heal the nation
And the herbs heal the nation*
Ovi Odiete ©
Poetry Times
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC
I'm not a toy
I'm not a toy
I'm a flesh and blood
woman looking
for a giving man
for a man
for a man
who'll show me
all of his manly brand
I'll be his
I'll be his
when he endows me
with his manly ****
I'm not a toy
I'm not a toy
I'm a woman
who's is looking
for a scintillating man
one who'll give of his elan
that's all a woman
can ask for
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
fecund and fertile the fields are now
the spring time sun cascades and endows
sprouting colored blooms on the flower stems and trees
who's floral show is made to please
dales and dells graced with spring glories
birds twittering their pretty stories
speechless eyes cannot believe
the paintbox of hues they perceive
spring is such a stunning time of the year
attired in a florid palette so vividly clear
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
I"ll swing by the corner of the old stone wall
'til the wildwood flickers with gold
when the last rose of summer hands me her breath
in the pale flush of unspoken hopes.
A sliver of newness rooted in grace
clings to the mellowing earth
to soak the windswept loneliness
tinged with silent mirth.
Each twinkling hour spins its secrets
strung on a withering bough
and slips through the shadows of fallen trust
to the light that Christ endows.
Wrapped in the Lord's abiding strength
I lend a warming clasp
and feel the year's adventures ring
preserved within God's grasp.
The broken hush of a faltering prayer
shaken still with fear
sweeps through the golden emptiness
where Jesus draws us near.
Tomorrow pours its steady promise
caught in the twilight's stare
and wakes His peace within our hearts
that guards the midnight air.
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
Please don't talk about him.
My brain, my eyes, my fist,
Strain.
Expose me not to demons but your divinity,
That of you which belongs to another realm,
Another cloud, another time.
Expose yourself not to those eyes and that hair,
He endows himself the world and gives not
Care.
Ease me, or at least
Tolerate.
Because, honestly,
You please me,
And you see me
And lead me away from death.
And I don't want to die.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
The spirit of man is like a five pointed star
and was so destined to have come this far.
Take his body stretched out and you can see
how the limbs resemble ends of a star to be.
It's also written he has been made in the image
of an Eternal God and shares the same lineage.
The spirit that resides as the essence in his soul
is the image of God and reflects a divine role.
We are reminded of this when we seek perfection
in all that is done which happens upon reflection.
Every individual soul made has five main functions
and comes with attributes bearing some instructions.
Each soul is endowed with a heart, mind, intelligence, ego and will
by which it's able to feel, think, reason, assert and to then act until
it has accomplished the purpose for which it was thereby so made
and realise it's own true essential nature being of an infinite grade.
This consciousness of individuality isn't its own real goal of course
but used as a means to reach that place of limitless being or source.
There are also five senses by which each soul can perceive
the world around it but which serve mostly just to deceive
because there are many things that are beyond what they glean
which are only the five objects in three dimensional space seen.
There are some other non-physical senses that come into play
when the individual soul becomes advanced in a spiritual way.
There are also five organs of action which are by man used
and thereby constitute those means for whatever is abused;
they are organs of speech, motion, manual skill and generation
along with that of excretion making up the five by numeration.
They're the mouth, feet, hands, reproductive ***** and behind
which are also seen in other creatures of a less evolved kind.
The physical body is also pervaded and sustained by cosmic energy
and within it performs five functions like that of subtle electricity;
as inspiration, circulation, assimilation, metabolism and excretion
similar to breathing, absorption, digestion, usage and elimination.
The sun, stars, space and the earth itself are the sources from where
man's body is able to acquire and utilise this energy for his welfare.
The earth and man's body are also comprised of five basic elements
which form the basis of all this world and are universal constituents.
In a descending order they are called: ether, air, fire, water and earth
and so it's with these five everything has been created or given birth.
The spirit in man's soul endows it with the limbs of a five pointed star
and by the Creative Sound and Light of God has brought him this far.
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Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC