"enduringly" poems
I apologize for my thoughts and my actions
But you must understand that I am what they call a man.
And no matter how perfect any woman thinks iam,
I might as well be nonexistent.
For women are the most alluring, sinful ,angelic animals on earth.
I am simply bewitched by your existence.
I can not resist directing an ****** daydream,
Every seven minuets.
The being of your facts,
Makes me want to fall to my death beneath your feet
Something about those hills
That makes my teeth want to sink into my lips.
That voice makes me want to do one thing:
Hear it moaning.
No matter how hard I attempt to be an angel,
My devil enduringly conquers.
We refuse to admit that a
woman is stronger than a man.
We could easily succeed
in having a human being develop
Inside of us and painfully ****** it out of a diminutive hole
Nine physically and emotionally draining months later.
“We could probably do it better than you can.”
We just act ignorant and
Heedlessly assume what is logical;
However, in the reaction center,
that every man denies,
lives the manifest verity that:
Women.
Are.
Stronger.
To be born into a stormy emotional spectrum
With color and darkness
Alone shelters the truth for you.
Fact: A man does use his small head much more often then
His actual head, simply, because men don’t know how to use it.
How convenient it is to be born with two heads.
let its roots anchor into your minds and consume your conscious.
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:42 AM UTC
In some crazy way
like being loved
Poetry gives me
Strength and
Motivation
at times it’s
all I have
It’s where
I escaped
It’s Where I
feel right at home
my happy
state of mind
Where I take
my mental
Essence to
a higher plateau
Where words
becomes Arts
Never ceased
to amazed
Let the ink
dance with
my mind
Tango enlightenment
Impossible to avoid
ink splattered
all over
my thoughts
It’s like swimming
In the Black Sea
with full consent
into a black hole
Impossible to
let go
Orientation put
me into a dazed
But not for long
anticipating
memory fades
Ruined expressions
like mind on fire
seeking for the river
Put words together
analyzed all
the dance strides
my ink had taken
Scrutinized
what It all means
and make sense
of it all
Nevertheless
keep my insanity
Is The duel
being fought
Enduringly
into the abyss of
The poetic mind
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
When it comes to strong form
When angles are always precisely norm
Grows an alluring mathematically touched creation
Inspired by pure calculated scientific divination
Such an alluring symmetry to behold
Causing the circle’s envy to unfold
For this angled beauty’s strength enforced
Its sold core mass equally divorced
It’s rigid looks captivating us all
Luring architects to its enchanting call
Ancient Greek hands carving stone shrines
Securing their beauty for all times
Its slight outer angles enduringly tease
Yearning us to brush with ease
Who came up with such design?
Was it indeed a gift divine?
However it did come to be
We all can enjoy with glee
Well all but rectangle and square
As they sulk with envious glare
Murmuring curses over hexagon’s slight curve
Endlessly plotting to mathematicians they serve
Scheme upon scheme developed to suppress
The sheer allure designed to impress
Despite all this the hexagon persists
Engaging us all in mathematical trysts
Never will we lose an eye
No matter how hard we try
For the beauty a hexagon reigns
Over the kingdom of geographical gains
Forget not what you see here
Our ancestors have made it clear
Line upon line attached in twine
Measured precisely from sips of wine
The hexagon is a wonder indeed
Allowing us our own mounted steed
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Come walk with me a mile...
Walk on without our burden’s weighty shoes,
warily trudging over the long rocky pathway
a lifetime in my soul.
A final edifying voyage to freedom.
The winds of change are blowing briskly
as we walk charily over the long and narrowing
rock-strewn passageway.
I shed these boots and skin, no longer fitting
my scared, blistered and callused soles.
As time slowly passes,
this craggy passage has evolved
from a two-way trail,
into one-way jagged forage…
Standing barefooted and naked on rocky ground,
dark sunken sleepless eyes scan
the rolling vista as the wind blows
dust from the halo around the sun,
blurring the delicate wispy cirrus clouds.
The sun’s radiance paints frozen ice crystal azure
into a vivid aura of prisms’ brilliant corona.
Kaleidoscope rainbows adorn the closest of solar stars.
There's something in the ethereal air
that leaves my soul unsettled,
grasping for an evocative stability
trying to understand the silenced voices
crying out within…
The pain and suffering has vanished
as if the body and soul have separated,
numbness from the ache of longing,
severed nerves, callused fears
ruptured on serrated rocky edges,
deadened useless flesh cut to the bone
by misjudged obstacles encountered enduringly.
The barefooted spirit courses on,
suffused in the solar spectrum’s dust;
yearning, longing to saunter
above and beyond the bloated feathery pillows;
cumulus clouds finally resting at peace.
Dipping heart's lesions and these benumbed toes
into a healing balm
from the bowers of bliss..
An unfinished life
an open ended dream,
reluctantly waking to take the last ,
surrendering steps beyond the threshold...
A long and winding rocky journey’s destiny
draws near
The halo around the moon
illuminates an understanding firmament;
the celestial sphere’s
pending imminent soulful rain awaits
the metamorphosis at the brink of dawn.
A shower of heaven's rain
shall mourn the loss of flesh form
as the spirit of an untamed soul lives on,
barefooted,
naked and free
like the dust in the wind
absorbed eternally...
2011 © harlon rivers
all rights reserved
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
Then I was sealed, and like the wintering tree
I stood me locked upon a summer core;
Living, had died a death, and asked no more.
And I lived then, but as enduringly,
And my heart beat, but only as to be.
Ill weathers well, hail, gust and cold I bore,
I held my life as hid, at root, in store:
Thus I lived then, till this air breathed on me.
Till this kind air breathed kindness everywhere,
There where my times had left me I would stay.
Then I was staunch, I knew nor yes nor no;
But now the wishful leaves have thronged the air.
My every leaf leans forth upon the day;
Alas, kind element! which comes to go.
2.1k
*Seen him begging subsequent years
Speaks in his mother tongue
Which was different from mine
Kids scared hearing his voice
Telling them apropos being good
Enduringly with a smiling face
Was sheer polite with the owners
In my contemplation he was a respectful beggar
Age turned his smile getting weak
No withal seen couple of days
It has been months he nevermore came
Disappeared from our memories
However was in our subconscious mind
Visiting an orphanage to offer food
Found him sitting with his old age friends
Remembering me with my mother
Asking us how do we do
With that old smiling face
Happy to see him again unscathed
Without any loss of memory
Expressed our words remembering him
Let it be a beggar, humanity matters!*
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
the wind's whisper was
a romance of sound
satin sheets
shifting
softly
sliding
between her legs
with each gentle tug of his
her marble skin was the rapture
of his innocence
and the oarsmen
of his temptations
rowing him along
toward her
between her nubile legs
and he felt
for once
not like an invader
a Viking
a barbarian
trudging over the mountains
with lust arming his flesh
for the takings to
come
no
he felt
like a father
dutiful
yet also
like a son
respectful - obedient
yet truly, he was
her lover
who had mastered her platonic whims,
sacrifices, and conditions;
earned her trust
earned her surrender
and her, his
and her, his undying, unabashed love
devotion
humility
honor
reciprocal instincts
romantic intuitions
senses of guardianship and homage
faith...
for, he felt stronger
bedding her this day
than any woman before her
stronger
than any promise of affection
any kiss
any trust
for, she had conquered him
passionately
patiently
enduringly, with love
convincing him - resoundingly
that her heart was solely HIS
for that day,
with her inviting him into her womb
that was the start of their honeymoon
the firmament
the consummation
of their oath to love
and eternity
humanity
with no remorse for their matrimonial union...
no fear
no sorrow
no misery
no end
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 1:18 AM UTC
love is the sweetest seed
you'll ever plant in a heart
to make it enduringly flourish
tend it well from the start
love's blossom shall grow
into a beautiful array
an exquisite rouge rose
cherished for its display
Valentine the perpetual
gardener of endearedness
cares with a loving touch
profound in true closeness
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 9:28 PM UTC
If the world is an oyster, you're my luminous pearl
If the world is a stage, you're the Juliet in my enscribed destiny
so as long as the world spins, life's mysteries unfurl,
for forever, evermore, as you bring out the absolute best in me.
If time is an illusion, I'm the cunning illusionist,
If there is no Heaven, your presence proves angels divine,
and your love clothes me; I wear it on my wrist,
a beautiful circle, as I am eternally yours and you become mine.
If the world is a Garden, free of all woes,
you're the one royally red rose,
and I smell your passion,
so cloying and so ****
through my soul, enduringly perfuming my heart
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 2:26 PM UTC
Void of emotion,
fake smiles ever so slowly become my nature.
Bones to pick, pick and pick away
leaving my wall nothing more than a pile of rubble.
tick
Conflicting thoughts
flicker and flutter searching for a way out.
Anger , hurt and melancholy
merge in the pit of my stomach and out comes anxiety.
tick
Laughter?
Who’s that?
Happiness?
A headstone to mark its existence.
tick
Enduringly awaiting
the ...
final ...
tick.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 5:41 AM UTC
Initially when you caught my eye
not ever i deduced it would be the foundation
The trifling chattels you did,
seems to have hitched
enduringly with zest
Still can’t accredit it has concluded
and i am situated
heeding to your best loved hymn
hoping i could fabricate,
but within i know can’t orignate.
The deterioration is
worse than the estimation.
Carrying you in the consoled memories
dear companion here i’ll say goodbye.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
Glancing at the clock, which sees the hour hand finally resting at 12.
I sigh, time will enduringly wisp every fibre of your being into the next day.
No matter how magical the time was, it will slip through your outstretched fingertips.
Even if you grasp, pull or tear, you are most likely to hurt yourself beyond recognition.
You will be blinded from the blurring & vague finger paintings of the past and now.
Bloodied, cracked hands that will always fumble with shards of the past.
And it will happen again.
Once, twice and then indefinitely.
In those infinite string of moments, you only then realise.
Your heart only beats alive in the dusty backward of time.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 4:08 AM UTC
crowded markets
empty streets
faded hopes
blissful dreams.
there is one little place
where i belong
at a enduringly beautiful
time like this.
quiet mornings
noisy afternoons
filled with relatives
and long lost friends.
confused rituals
followed through the week
obliviously but with intent
to make it a happy new year.
don't sweep the floor
you'll sweep away the luck
don't wash your hair
or you'll lose the luck.
don't buy new shoes
on the very first week
or you'll be cursed
with many years of tragedy.
bring beautiful flowers
when visiting houses
because it symbolises
growth in life.
open the windows
wide and deep
allow in the wind
and also fortune.
4 word phrases
muttered everywhere
with intent of
receiving many 'ang paus'
"GONG XI FA CHAI
MAN XI YU YI
SAN TAI KING HONG
DAI GA DAI LEI"
they will shout
as they enter the room
the phrases of happiness
and prosperity
cheery faces
loud voices
anything to stop
the demons inside
early mornings
waiting for relatives
to sit and eat
grandma's breakfast
'zhai' with rice
on the very first day
and porridge with
'lo bak gou' the very next day
reunion dinners
interesting stories
positive enthusiasm
and blessed happiness.
chinese new year
isn't about the money
or the entire year ahead
that would be filled with luck
i finally realized
it is about
being all together
in a crowded room
just for one day.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
Dressed in the pure rags of rage
Bragging of her most naked Power
.
Girl of the wide continental smile
Alive! **** She's alive !
..
What'll we do now?
--
Home home on the range where
Only sheeple graze now!!!
....
Dressed in the pure rags of rage
Baring her body
Enduringly
.
*hey kid
It is you I see!*
---
Dance on mountains though you be
In the tired ole school house
::/:;;
Soon the wars
Don't go
Soon soon the wars
Soon soon
You and me and the 1000 friends shall see
Each other again!
--
Naked in the rain
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
Poem, The old wheelbarrow
"She felt forgotten, antiquated, awkward
Ill-fitted, incapable, unsuitable, worthless, barren, meaningless, mediocre, unessential and trivial.
AND A BIG FAT INCONVENIENCE.........
Her capacity for anything and everything dwindling as an over ripened apple loses its juice, any strength drained, sapped, starved and strained each time a new **** began it's desperate life, each flower that bloomed before her, somehow rendered her invisible.
Held together by the rust that life eventually bestows upon us all.
Tyres deflated, wheels that no longer held hunger for new adventures.
Nuts and bolts that had long since argued and permanently fallen out with one another, the rust settled between them enduringly as the woodworm to its dinner.
She was a sorry excuse for a once beautiful, strong and hard working wheelbarrow and she had almost given up................
✨️Ahhhhhhhh, but her wisdom!!!! All those years.......What of that?????✨️
She'd always listened,
absorbed,
but never knowingly spoke of this
What she had yet to learn,
Was that she had housed each tiny living organism.
She'd provided honey for the bees, and in doing so, life for the world.
She hadn't set any world records,
(No)
She hadn't knowingly saved any lives,
(Yes)
but she'd protected,
given out her wisdom freely
and all with so much love.
Absorbed carbon dioxide and fizzed out oxygen.
Given love in abundance and rarely asked for any in return
She had given a safe space for the thoughts, secrets and words of her sapling flowers
She'd been self sufficient, self reliable, independent, indestructible, valuable, knowledgeable, needed, wanted, desired, capable.... Oh. So. Capable.
The rust, the flat tires, the weakness of strength both in body and in mind, is just a part of being the best version that you can be.
To carry on regardless for yourself and for your flowers."
*********It's taken me all **** day, but I no longer see a worn out and batteted wheelbarrow.
I see a vessel of immense strength, determination and an abundance of love ❤️ *********
Sep 16, 2022
Sep 16, 2022 at 10:36 AM UTC
The silent wind whispers a prayer,
so imagination moves me.
And in stride I creep away;
not wanting to serve the role of a thinker:
not silent, yet really, not quite there.
Not an option to fly freely away,
so in the world of questions and suppositions
the imagination, as itself, enduringly remains.
To speak of the source or the fool
settles as the final question,
for in either case they move as one;
not quite to absolution,
but to that comfort in knowing;
that lie, be it the truth.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC
“Legacies come and go,
Material items are not an egalitarian legacy,
For they will dissipate and be relinquished,
The Legacy that never will go away,
Are those that in helping another person?
Help that makes him or her continue,
To fulfill their GOALS in life’s legacy,
Those are the legacies that are afore,
Perennially valiantly present for all times,
These are TRUE Legacies well an enduring”
By Andrew Guzaldo 10/8/2018 ©
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC
An embrace as no other
A child, rarely demonstrative, but blue, blue eyes of oceanic depth
Most frequently silent, yet the sharpest observer
Secrets internalised, never betrayed
A woman, love cascading
Regret potent
Unaware of life’s unfolding promise
Both yet to reconcile the future with this aching emotion
Child clinging, woman enduringly embracing
Suppressed emotions ease and pure love flows
Hearts fuse, soothing, affirming, eternally bonding
Poignancy so forceful, onlookers stilled
An embrace as no other
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC
Women are forever tyrants
who are lovers
and wanting to be professionals.
Women are animals
In the Wall Street Jungle,
In the bed
In their minds.
So many things leak out,
my mouth, and lungs leak fear and breath.
Usually I am so controlled
that when all control ceases,
fear drips in, anxiety flames and tears flood.
Where, oh where, did this come from?
The answer I keep stumbling upon,
is simply... self hate, and no confidence.
Someone who seems on the surface:
Strong, independent, loving
is really an active volcano of doubt beneath.
And how to feel to express that,
but with no remorse, and cursing feed back.
My mind is complete,
completely untrained.
Running and painting wildly through this life.
With in my is emptiness,
but deeply I know,
with out me is empty space.
within is mayhem and confusion.
Stored into boxes of odd shapes and sizes,
swirls of color and thoughts swarm here and there
Love for all who are whole and broken fills enduringly.
However my praise and hope is centered and always full.
Messy, lovely, and fearfully I go forth and live.
I don't nor won't fall for all the blame,
I won't rely on the applause.
Then!
Realization strikes recklessly
that even though control is scary,
Really I needed something,
something grounded and ready to take on the life.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
After deep observation, it was the old mind that spoke first to the young thinker,
“Why is it that you periodically pardon yourself from this reality in which we harbor?”
The young thinker, entertained with this interposing notice, introduced his perception of this particular act of reservation and detachment. As such an act of consideration, left restrained is a sense of why.
As he does, the young thinker spoke,
“It is upon my fair and conscious decipherment that this reality surely prevails despite my absence. Though my unceremonious naïveté may have coaxed my mind into the notion that the genuine functionality of this existence bids no satisfaction or blossoming in conjunction with my vacancy; I know better than to revel such a thought. From myself, have I withheld the truth of the matter, but no longer shall that be. This pivotal revelation preeminent to reassessing my proper call to reason. Why am I here? May I enduringly unify my will to my why.”
The old mind, bolstered in comprehension and for a moment, rested, understood this why.
be well,
bcb
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 5:21 PM UTC
I have come a long way from the past
Walking with you, for you, steering life like a mast;
The road was jerky, the travel was bumpy
But I stood stalwart beside you, tolerating all your grumpy;
You challenged my beliefs
you questioned my practices
But I choose to ignore your critique
As I loved you once..to speak;
But as time passed by and as we aged,
life's hurdles increased
The support that I needed from you dwindled;
Mornings turned in to evenings and days into nights
enduringly waiting to be in your limelight;
My feeling of loneliness only grew with me
My depression and sorrow only aged with me
But without questioning my destiny
I dragged my feet all along, that were bonded by our matrimony;
Without blaming you, my acquainted
I worked hard to keep the life with you untainted
But everything changed with the warmth of the sun that the new hope brought along
Everything changed with the beautiful rainbow that the untimely shower has brought along;
First time in a decade I smiled my cheeks out
First time in a decade my skin glowed a hundred fireflies;
First time in a decade I was wishful for the future
First time in a decade I could see the end of the tunnel brighter;
I questioned myself on the new hope a thousand times
And debated myself as to why this was never felt with you anytime earlier;
I was more torn now than ever
Because my whole life with you seemed like a false endeavour;
But the hope awakened me, the new wind guided me
The showers purged me, the fresh bright rainbows uplifted me;
And
Without me knowing myself, I fell for him
Without me knowing myself, I started liking him;
Believe me when I say it was not an easy decision
trust me when I say I don't recognize myself when I am with you.
But...
Now I chose to ignore the sorrow and set forward on a hopeful mission
Take a step forward and give me a chance to find the purpose of life with new hope.
Please let me go and leave the sorrow behind
Please let me experience the joy that I forgot that it ever existed
Please unchain me from your *******
Please allow me to dream and let the hope salvage...
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC