"englishness" poems - Hello Poetry

He topped coffee with melanin as if there wasn’t even blackness set in rigid processes and routines days in and out of smoking numbed his brain to senseless cells and he dreamt of dreams I never hold poetry was just pretentious to him a narration of my soul and heart every word I wrote to him was a spell the curse of his native Englishness every adjective was a clocked tense and he never understood my words nor heard my melodies and rhythms and as he rode, sure it was like a dog lost in sense, an escapism of reality the puffs turned to paranoid tales those sudden withdrawal and panics drove me away to the deepest forest and my very bones felt his distaste collapsed in manipulation and new age his push always became my push and the pulls up became my polar Such a little boy with no ultimate direction Locked in the abyss of the faded memories

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Jul 22, 2018

Jul 22, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC

SassyJ

1.Declarations on a window sill (series)

He topped coffee with melanin as if there wasn’t even blackness set in rigid processes and routines days in and out of smoking numbed his brain to senseless cells and he dreamt of dreams I never hold poetry was just pretentious to him a narration of my soul and heart every word I wrote to him was a spell the curse of his native Englishness every adjective was a clocked tense and he never understood my words nor heard my melodies and rhythms and as he rode, sure it was like a dog lost in sense, an escapism of reality the puffs turned to paranoid tales those sudden withdrawal and panics drove me away to the deepest forest and my very bones felt his distaste collapsed in manipulation and new age his push always became my push and the pulls up became my polar Such a little boy with no ultimate direction Locked in the abyss of the faded memories

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This was prompted by the wonderful The Queen Creative over at Wordpress. From Wikipedia: Honne and tatemae are Japanese words that describe the contrast between a person’s true feelings and desires (本音 honne?) and the behavior and opinions one displays in public (建前 tatemae?, lit. “façade”). 1. Sent Up For Good (Tatemae) I’m a convincing stranger. My Englishness pulls at my Starched white collar. My fingers, So piano fine and buttoned down, are little sticks of ivory. My spittle mouth brushes away indigo blushes of spent ink and my hair has a perfect parting separated by a red pencil in the morning. A little gentleman in Tom Brown tails, Nervously buttering bread. Hammy, clipped, Knows it off by heart, ( Lucien tells me that He plans to get a new suit made). 2. Sent Down For Bad (Honne) In my Prince’s bedchamber My Englishness pulls at his Starched white collar. My fingers, Like white-wine and goose down, Flick with the little kicks of bribery. My little mouth flushes with overflowing gushes Of his spent ink And my hair Has an imperfect parting Which will be separated By a red pencil in the morning. A little temperamental man in **** detail, Gluttonously giving head. Jammy lipped, The School **** (Lucien tells me that he plans to **** a maid).

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Sep 12, 2013

Sep 12, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC

a-mareship

honne/tatemae

This was prompted by the wonderful The Queen Creative over at Wordpress. From Wikipedia: Honne and tatemae are Japanese words that describe the contrast between a person’s true feelings and desires (本音 honne?) and the behavior and opinions one displays in public (建前 tatemae?, lit. “façade”). 1. Sent Up For Good (Tatemae) I’m a convincing stranger. My Englishness pulls at my Starched white collar. My fingers, So piano fine and buttoned down, are little sticks of ivory. My spittle mouth brushes away indigo blushes of spent ink and my hair has a perfect parting separated by a red pencil in the morning. A little gentleman in Tom Brown tails, Nervously buttering bread. Hammy, clipped, Knows it off by heart, ( Lucien tells me that He plans to get a new suit made). 2. Sent Down For Bad (Honne) In my Prince’s bedchamber My Englishness pulls at his Starched white collar. My fingers, Like white-wine and goose down, Flick with the little kicks of bribery. My little mouth flushes with overflowing gushes Of his spent ink And my hair Has an imperfect parting Which will be separated By a red pencil in the morning. A little temperamental man in **** detail, Gluttonously giving head. Jammy lipped, The School **** (Lucien tells me that he plans to **** a maid).

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*you only assimilate with what you care to retain, you retain nil, when you assimilate nil... meaning you turn toward white-boy masochism, but white-boy never taught your masochism... me? i know that i assimilate with, as i known what i retain to be worth being upkept... and leveraged toward a "loss". you only assimilate with that you care to lessen but at the same time keep as a "loss"; you retain nil, when you assimilate nil, but more abhorrent in retaining an origin, is very much asiatic, pakistani, the anglo-saxons were once, and never will be, anglo-indians... the most racist sons-of-goats akin to the arab closure on a curse to be worth minding... calls us vermin... no wonder my aversive vocab... ask a camel to spit at a donkey with these ******* some are anglo-eire-indian and think they're speaking einstein english when actually speaking your local rancid john of 'ackney... wankers can't even get a hard-on to **** one off solo. what? it's personal! you want a jerky-chicken-sauce-diablo to "mind the affairs" of a undeliberate "concern"? paki-hackney, sons of ******* are so ******* arrogant you almost wish to apply some sort of aversion to circumcision utilising their **** twist one ****** of flesh out of the enclosure, and then trim the bits... only an anglo-paki would call a pole vermin... so? here comes, the party!* your attempt at an "education", is worth my response; that's catholicism minus the paedo paedo 'edo 'edo; luckily enough; thanks for not teaching me any concern for latin... rather: the ethics of being concerned with abortion, aged 16... or sniffing glue aged 13... i'd let you off had you managed to teach me latin... but no... you're about as catholic as, ******* maradona; you know what's worse in england than the finicky fake englishness? alpha maling celtic... they actually think the lowest of the lowest accepted rank in their societal format is actually king... most notable in the region of the gael, who doesn't possess the intelligence for bilingualism, too busy playing video games, too stupid in attempting to write a book, twice the handyman in attempts to learn his native labhair - his caint - ****** don't teach me a "proper" within the domains of a language: that isn't either yours, as it isn't mine!

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Nov 2, 2017

Nov 2, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

education / response

*you only assimilate with what you care to retain, you retain nil, when you assimilate nil... meaning you turn toward white-boy masochism, but white-boy never taught your masochism... me? i know that i assimilate with, as i known what i retain to be worth being upkept... and leveraged toward a "loss". you only assimilate with that you care to lessen but at the same time keep as a "loss"; you retain nil, when you assimilate nil, but more abhorrent in retaining an origin, is very much asiatic, pakistani, the anglo-saxons were once, and never will be, anglo-indians... the most racist sons-of-goats akin to the arab closure on a curse to be worth minding... calls us vermin... no wonder my aversive vocab... ask a camel to spit at a donkey with these ******* some are anglo-eire-indian and think they're speaking einstein english when actually speaking your local rancid john of 'ackney... wankers can't even get a hard-on to **** one off solo. what? it's personal! you want a jerky-chicken-sauce-diablo to "mind the affairs" of a undeliberate "concern"? paki-hackney, sons of ******* are so ******* arrogant you almost wish to apply some sort of aversion to circumcision utilising their **** twist one ****** of flesh out of the enclosure, and then trim the bits... only an anglo-paki would call a pole vermin... so? here comes, the party!* your attempt at an "education", is worth my response; that's catholicism minus the paedo paedo 'edo 'edo; luckily enough; thanks for not teaching me any concern for latin... rather: the ethics of being concerned with abortion, aged 16... or sniffing glue aged 13... i'd let you off had you managed to teach me latin... but no... you're about as catholic as, ******* maradona; you know what's worse in england than the finicky fake englishness? alpha maling celtic... they actually think the lowest of the lowest accepted rank in their societal format is actually king... most notable in the region of the gael, who doesn't possess the intelligence for bilingualism, too busy playing video games, too stupid in attempting to write a book, twice the handyman in attempts to learn his native labhair - his caint - ****** don't teach me a "proper" within the domains of a language: that isn't either yours, as it isn't mine!

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