"endurable" poems
Although I hardly gave it a thought
I didn't really doubt
our miniature juniper, a bonsai,
would survive our desert vacation.
It likes the dry
air of our home, needs water
once a week at most and seems
meditative and active, both. While away
I rediscovered my love of agaves -
sotol and century
plant - met Mortonia and became
reacquainted with squawbush, its citrus
drupe which makes traveling the long horizon
of the desert uplands endurable.
Live oaks - emory,
wavyleaf - dominant and regally spaced
giving ground to mesquite only on the sere
sand flats. I counted and drew inflorescenses,
spikelets, florets, awns but grasses
remain a mystery
their microscopic parts. This year
I'll study, give them serious thought before
our Spring starts. The cactus wren was the one
bird I could be certain about. Sunsets
made me sorry
the desert is not my home. But the ocotilloes
flowered before we left and that made up
for the vicious attack of a hedgehog cactus.
Impressive, ponderosa pine and Arizona cypress
the canyon canopy
watered with snowmelt and along the high cliffs
limestone formations predating our arrival by
ten million years of weather. Newspapers
kept us aware humanity had not accomplished yet
the end of history
and that was fair. The planes were full of citizens
who no longer applaud upon landing. Snow flew,
not a pinyon pine or manzanita within two moons
walking. On the dining room sideboard, waiting,
our miniature juniper.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
You're the muse behind my every song
You're what connects this body to its soul
The darkest of nights find its dawn in you
You are the eye of the most ferocious storm
Oh, love i think it's time
Oh, love, won't you be mine?
Oh, love, can't you just see
I want the world to see you be with me
You're the goosebumps i get in the middle of the night
You're what the stars have been telling me about
The shyest of flowers bloom at your touch
You are the hope that keeps the fragile thread by which my sanity hangs from breaking apart
Oh love, I think it's time
Oh, love won't you be mine
Oh, love, can't you just see
I want the world to see you be with me
You are the brokeness that heals itself
You are the words that i have been looking for all along
The most endurable concrete cracks and sprouts where you walk
You are the love that only results from a great deal of suffering
Oh love, I think i it's time
Oh, love won't you be mine
Oh, love, can't you just see
I want the world to see you be with me
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
Do you ever feel so worthless ?
Like everything about you – your life, your mind- was a mess?
Do you ever wish the pain would end ?
Like somehow the hurt would magically mend.
Do you ever want to die ?
Like maybe death could be your highest high.
Do you ever feel fed up as **** ?
Like maybe you just want to jump in front of a truck.
Do you ever think about your funeral ?
Like maybe people wouldn’t mourn, like your death was endurable.
Do you ever think about if your parents would cry ?
Like maybe it wouldn’t really matter if you were to die.
Do you like the sting of the blade ?
Like the pain and the blood is the best kind of aid.
Do you ever think you’ll miss it ?
Like being sad was the only thing your mind would permit.
Do you ever think that you could be happier ?
Like you wanted to, but couldn’t because of some barrier.
Do you ever wish you weren’t alone ?
Like maybe it’d help, having someone for your own.
Do you ever feel so worthless ?
Like you’re so helpless, wishing you’d be breathless.
Wishing breathing was painless, but knowing trying is aimless.
Knowing your death would be thoughtless, no one would be speechless.
And even in your grave, you know the pain is endless, restless, & absolutely merciless.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Your beauty is undeniable
I’ll always be reliable
Starting with your smile
Bright enough from a mile
You’re down to earth
Even past the bottommost spec of dirt
Your mind so pure
Easily the sorrow cure
I must confess
Why I believe I’m blessed
I’m your foundation
And Salvation
From that foundation you arise
From yours so do I
Spiraling beyond that blue sky
After that last faint good bye
It's simple love is an infestation
Uncontrollable and even Endurable through incarceration
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
Thousand thunderous tones continuously smash walls,
Shouts, the constant shouts of deafening pitch shriek.
Echoing vibes loudly quiver mimicking tyke calls,
Make living conditions unbearable here so too speak.
As passing hours swoop by, vision of pale white cheek
Creates an environment within endurable in a mind,
Still even now understands not why I left you behind.
Those memories, that we are thankfully blessed with,
Too simply close your eyes lie back and fly away.
All the recounts of stories, song and a ye' old myth
Held on a tip and flung just as quick the tongues sway,
Gently fluttering the air in a kind of a childish play.
Towards my god, I humbly give thanks so I thank.
Within my heart, all memories of you I gladly drank.
Prime flowers spray their scented aroma over green,
Whilst the honeybees hoard yellow buds of ambrosia.
Encircled by sweet tender winds and sun shines sheen,
Bathing light duplicating your lips of the genus rosa,
My lovin' breast heaves fondly with warmth of Jehovah.
Fading squalls diminish dreaming emphatically of you
Opportunistically implorin' to sweep up your essence hue.
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 9:14 AM UTC
Too many
Too little
So much time
Not enough time
There's two
So you have two
There's one
So you have none
Overwhelming
Or
Calm
Easy
Or
Hard
Unbearable
Or
Endurable
Unbelievable
Or
Possible
Unbreakable
Or
Delicate
You have to choose
Even if you don't want to choose
Because you have a choice
Even if you don't know you have a choice
Indecisive
Or
Just not right now
Life is hard.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
These are things we do not
Speak of,
A class of violence that breeds
A certain endurable suffering.....
It is in the curious nature
Of survival
Which caresses the poor
And listens only to the nocturnal
Whispers of savages,
Crude and tameable
It is accepted outside of the unacceptable,
Where the deep concerns
For low income pass through
The eye of a needle and they
Can shout from a safe distance
With charitable murmurs
Enthusiastically hoping one
Makes it out of the ghetto.
Home is where the heart is,
A heart of the unacceptable
With victims below middle class,
Chronic renewal of violence,
Another ethnic man with darkness
On skin is dead,
The eloquent news states,
The futile concerns from outside
Keeping the animals in place.
The permissible violence
Is lamented in segments and tidbits,
It is good only that the poor
Might stay out of the unacceptable.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
Through the telephone wire (remember those?)
crawled in an earwig, such a talented insect. He
would take over, chew and choose the words,
words heard or not, from time after, a stranger
called to tell me you were dead. This bug in my ear,
sent by a stranger to allow a coping mechanism in.
That voracious little beetle heard everything since.
What he does not spit out, relayed through pinchers
immutably clamped upon my right eardrum. This
strange and pleasing tic of mine, my earwig
is evolutionary. Something I consider gifted from
Late Triassic period, a time I refuse to remember.
A transmitter and editing device, only letting in
what is endurable, so I need not wrestle with rest.
My happy parasite, working so hard to eliminate
pain of many deaths that came after first one,
all the lovers lost. Pestilence still vibrates
through a tuning fork on back end of bug.
Chaw and discharge, seeping out my ear can
no longer be ignored. No longer holds on.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is more painful is to love someone and never finds the courage to let that person knows how you feel.
Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before we meet the right ones, so that when we finally meet the right person,we will know how to be grateful for that gift
Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, the romance in a relationship and finds out you still care for that person.
A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and you just have to let go .
When the door of happiness closes,another opens but often times, we look so long at the close door that we don't see the one which have been opened for us.
The best kind of friend is the kind you can just be with, never say a word and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.
It is true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it
But its also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they love you back.
Don't expect Love in return, just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours.
There re things you would love to hear that you would never hear from the person whom you would like to hear them from, but don't be so deaf as not to hear it from the one who says it from the heart.
Love comes to those who still hope, although they've been disappointed
To those who believe, although they've been betrayed.
To those who still need to love, although they've been hurt before
And to those,
Who've the courage and faith to build trust again.
It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone
An hour, to like someone and a day to love someone but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.
Don't go for looks, they can be deceiving
don't go for wealth, even that fades away
Go for someone who makes you smile to make a dark day endurable.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
🥀There is a comfort in the strength of love;twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain ,or Break the heart".🥀
Few Lines from A Master piece
🥀William Wordsworth🥀
🥀_Shilhamadhuri_🥀
Apr 22, 2022
Apr 22, 2022 at 1:09 PM UTC
We sit together
Cuddling and talking
But we're miles away
More often than not.
However
Somehow
The little bit of time I spend
In your presence
Somehow makes this separation
Endurable.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
raised walls painted so that distanced towers stand
recognisably, cast desires public displaced
with prevented wills, spinning crosses effaced
with artificial elements exchanged, artisans' land
ideally used for first reaping, agreements planned
for disagreements, disdain and new deviances, embraced
parrots' ardent admiration is endurable, disgraced
so that facts of recognition are eternally evident, grand
appearances and objects, disinterested
vigilance and changes ever introduced to affairs
honourable, things abstracted neutrally exploring
unreal occasions of opulence, listed
and inherited, favoured for ritual houses and wares
priced, a result of lost words pouring
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:34 AM UTC
He readily agrees,
Yes, is
such a deadly disease
and he's got it real bad,
being lonely is sad
but it's curable
endurable and
Yes, is the
placebo
not
the answer.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 3:50 AM UTC