"enjoin" poems
you can hear the echo via Zizek the Slovak,
well, attire me in slavic myths and
i'll be mumbling purrs in mud too
for a helium bubble to become a comedian,
i know a jittery ******* addiction
when i see one...
if one thing the catholic schooling system
taught me was how to avoid
sniffing glue and how to recognise
a Freudian apostle - still, with all
the hippy **** you'd think
sniffing glue was what Ukrainian existentialism
prescribed with paracetamol,
catholic education just said: no no.
**** me it's the late 90s and we're talking
post-Chernobyl antics...
but that's how i see the left, leftist politics,
the right
utilises prefixes and suffixes in the
old stance of simple pre- pro-
anti-
qua-
-so so...
the left? oh they're right in there...
their prefixes are
Marxist-
liberal-
Hegelian-
whatnot...
they don't
use abstract prefixes,
their prefixes
are concrete,
they want the porridge in their mouth
to ensure a slur that never comes,
among a range of onomatopoeias they argue
from the perspective of the hushed and ushered crowd,
via one observation: Stalin clapped after a speech
to enjoin with the crowd, a real big brother,
****** never clapped, a sitting-duck method;
i'm not advocating, but by a proxy placebo dynamo
experimenting, it's called experimenting with
thought rather than practising with will,
former no chance of footstep evaluation for
cult status imitable -
the left intellectual
has no rubric of thought concerning to and fro -
it has to be concrete layered and a shut off
perfect architecture without fault -
it can't be what it is -
con-
has to be conservative
pro-
has to be socialist
you once said legitimate
transparency - but you didn't say legislation -
well, the left understood it as legislation,
the right too wanted legitimate transparency -
the green party said we could have neither
but could have the replanting of a thousand
oak trees with a Robin Hood placard on the first
oak tree replanted in Sherwood Forest...
b. ~ d. ~... shot ~100 bent arrows into a bullseye -
hurrah! hurrah! maid marian lost her virginity
too! to a broomstick rather than maradona's
fingernail toothpick!
at an essex market the cockney shouts (out of
place): *** yer courgettes! *** yer courgettes!
ta fa a pudding! ta fa a pudding!
*** yer cucumbers! tooth firth 'un!
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
I'm not anti-gay;
I enjoin their parades.
I'm not anti-lesbian;
In truth,
I'm in love with them.
I'm not anti-trannie;
I'm Granda not Granny.
I'm not anti-bi;
But still I won't try.
I'm not a misogynist;
Though I use the word chick.
I'm not Questioning,
Anyone.
I'm Pro-Life,
And Pro-Choice.
A singular voice.
Take it easy.
I've foibles
Shared by
The race.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
On the long continuous bench in Audobon park, New Orleans, I sat watching the Siren statue. Her hand high with proud strength of her metallic near-immortality. Her cherub children sitting on bronze turtles, holding separate items of ritual in their hands, perhaps a conch, perhaps a lute. As the Siren stood on her globe, a murky green orb of a thing, there were lovers and birds, children and historians with photographic memories in their voguishly composed hands, crouching, cropping, and framing images as infinite as the bronze statues.
I wondered.
If our memories were as sound as granite, and our hearts as pure as the water that froths at a Siren’s feet, would we enjoy and enjoin our attempts, our passions, to act as our own scaffolding to our existence? Would we appreciate the small things, pleasures of love, photographs and amazement that only those bound to and cursed by time could possibly appreciate? Have you actually seen the faces of these bronze castings, once earthly golden in hue, but now terrorized with their own emblems of decay in sheen of turquoise tarnish? Those smiles of the Siren on her globe, her frolicking cherub chums with eternal infantile fists and oceanic paraphernalia, are not the smiles we should ever want to understand.
There was a breeze.
Somewhere in the leaves of an old photo album, across the globe beneath the Siren’s feet, sits an island I call home. Amongst them, the photos of the young boy who always questioned and liked answers all the same now was by and beside himself. His smile eternally saved for the memories of souls yet to come, and no less by the loving eyes of a mother, with voguishly composed hands.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
In thine aromatic causeway,
I wilt peregrinate thine
Soul, which is a hallway
That leads me to a railway
Of amour's finest tastes;
If tonight's the last night
Of mine, I seek to seest thy
Face, hold hand's, with
Grand plan's shaking
Rhymes as cosmos
Trace. Doing mine all to please thee-
To showeth thee mine many reasons;
With thee I am so graced.
I'm sorrowful mine dear,
Mine tears as year's stack dust to
Bones that waste.
I feelest out of place; out of thy arms.
I need thine enjoin, bring me close that I may feel thee, a warmth of charm. I want to be sent to heaven's stars, a place to fly and float, no devils or ghosts; nor any drunkard's bar's. Fain wilt I be to hold thy arm,
As the burn burns hard, and nothing negative may enter in. Babes of old, washed clean of sin, nothing to loose-all to gain and security to win. Making music with the sound's of ourn snoring.................
Under mystical spiritual willow trees. Heads aside another, connected brains of information-
Souls alike, forever a blessing. Love to flow wild, from the celestial beyond's dressing.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
Dark to dawn, dawn to light, piercing rays combat the night
Dipping moon drawing nigh, floating, trancing, tracing by
Yawning morning beckons still, willing sun against night’s chill
Clash of forces, voice of wills, call to victory ever still
Shades the night, lumens the day - tendrils and spirals to strip away
Entwined in struggle, surging forth, seeking the coruscating flow
Darkness snared, one final blow - finally ending the blight of night
Out of the darkness and into the light, conflict restored - enjoin the fight
Dawn to dusk which can we trust, both sides are found in all of us
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 11:55 AM UTC
You light me aflame with passion so bright.
You draw me close with your hypnotic trance.
In your warm embrace, everything feels right.
When it's us two, together, our hearts dance.
We slowly forget all we've known before.
The heat of the night makes us moan and melt.
Our lips, and lungs gasp for air; beg for more.
Unmatched to anything we've ever felt.
You. My soul's Master, taker of my sin.
Me. The light of your life, fire of your *****
You explore every inch of my hot skin.
I'm yours to feast upon, yours to enjoin.
Nothing will ever extinguish our fire.
Our passion grows; and so will desire.
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
Can you see in
all that Light?
This body waits
to unblock it...
to see what it sees.
Light can only enjoin
Light metaphorically
speaking...more of
what sees, and less
of what does not.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
You cannot drive your dream
Into another’s mind
One way thinking egos
Meet failure every time
You cannot take a man
And hook him by the nose
He’s on his own volition
That’s how free will goes
It's mutual affection
That must enjoin both hearts
They must commit two wills
As one right from the start
The fairies don’t affect it
Two humans plant the seed
If love is one heart short
It never will succeed.
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 3:27 PM UTC
It seems that as long as we have all got some money to spend
there are those who their friendship in some degree will lend.
The value of people though isn’t due to their amount of coin
but what they have to offer to benefit others that will enjoin.
___________________________
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 11:13 AM UTC
The Flying Squadron of Church Ladies
At First Communion the Flying Squadron
of Church Ladies surround the children to:
Reprove, reproach, command, censor, chastise,
Berate, exhort, implore, upbraid, adjust
Chastise, upbraid, embarrass, harangue, rebuke,
Enjoin, dictate, direct, require, apprise,
Advise, inform, beseech, explain, uphold,
Impart, compel, remind, forewarn, correct:
Because since Peter’s time, all this is what
The Flying Squadrons of Church Ladies do
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
Out for a tea-break from rude routine drudgery,
Let our pupils pamper with green tea greenery,
In a wide cradle of hills down the western range,
Hey, enjoin and enjoy the beauty of lull in full swing.
Clouding mist cuddled the crown of gross green hills,
Warmed up trembling heights at day and night falls
Tourists touted, scouted up and down in curvy drills,
Marched ahead for feast of green smiles along miles
Short and smart tea-pool parade cool on high heels,
Unleashed the taste and toast of parallel paradise,
The train of tea plants planted mounting pleasure,
Surmounted gravity hard and soft in ups and downs
Wheezing wind whispered winter whimsy hymns,
Sun and rain sieved through mist for sporting spa,
In memoir cameras clicked sprawling green carpets,
What a tantalizing tea tree treat to tired tourists!
Nay, bonny tea bear tear and fear in its pink of health,
Of tampering heads, fracturing leaves, grinding dry,
Of cream, sugar and spice mixed to its boiling sweat,
For daily drink’s deep delight to trigger takers’ sprint.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
Out for a tea-break from rude routine drudgery,
Let our pupils pamper with green tea greenery,
In a wide cradle of hills down the western range,
Hey, enjoin and enjoy the beauty of lull in full swing.
Clouding mist cuddled the crown of gross green hills,
Warmed up trembling heights at day and night falls
Tourists touted, scouted up and down in curvy drills,
Marched ahead for feast of green smiles along miles
Short and smart tea-pool parade cool on high heels,
Unleashed the taste and toast of parallel paradise,
The train of tea plants planted mounting pleasure,
Surmounted gravity hard and soft in ups and downs
Wheezing wind whispered winter whimsy hymns,
Sun and rain sieved through mist for sporting spa,
In memoir cameras clicked sprawling green carpets,
What a tantalizing tea tree treat to tired tourists!
Nay, bonny tea bear tear and fear in its pink of health,
Of tampering heads, fracturing leaves, grinding dry,
Of cream, sugar and spice mixed to its boiling sweat,
For daily drink’s deep delight to trigger takers’ sprint.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
Out for a tea-break from rude routine drudgery,
Let our pupils pamper with green tea greenery,
In a wide cradle of hills down the western range,
Hey, enjoin and enjoy the beauty of lull in full swing.
Clouding mist cuddled the crown of gross green hills,
Warmed up trembling heights at day and night falls
Tourists touted, scouted up and down in curvy drills,
Marched ahead for feast of green smiles along miles
Short and smart tea-pool parade cool on high heels,
Unleashed the taste and toast of parallel paradise,
The train of tea plants planted mounting pleasure,
Surmounted gravity hard and soft in ups and downs
Wheezing wind whispered winter whimsy hymns,
Sun and rain sieved through mist for sporting spa,
In memoir cameras clicked sprawling green carpets,
What a tantalizing tea tree treat to tired tourists!
Nay, bonny tea bear tear and fear in its pink of health,
Of tampering heads, fracturing leaves, grinding dry,
Of cream, sugar and spice mixed to its boiling sweat,
For daily drink’s deep delight to trigger takers’ sprint.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
an ostentatious wipe
this referendum is treed
while rather bolting a humanity
so Barcelona is superfluous and has encased
but once in Granda they'll enjoin a last bit circle
and to embroil grout in their tires
as a run within this emanation
on the plain to graze again
save Girona still crankiest in bluff
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
Paul, a prisoner of Jesus Christ, and Timothy our brother, unto Philemon our dearly beloved, and fellowlabourer,
2 And to our beloved Apphia, and Archippus our fellowsoldier, and to the church in thy house:
3 Grace to you, and peace, from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.
4 I thank my God, making mention of thee always in my prayers,
5 Hearing of thy love and faith, which thou hast toward the Lord Jesus, and toward all saints;
6 That the communication of thy faith may become effectual by the acknowledging of every good thing which is in you in Christ Jesus.
7 For we have great joy and consolation in thy love, because the bowels of the saints are refreshed by thee, brother.
8 Wherefore, though I might be much bold in Christ to enjoin thee that which is convenient,
9 Yet for love's sake I rather beseech thee, being such an one as Paul the aged, and now also a prisoner of Jesus Christ.
10 I beseech thee for my son Onesimus, whom I have begotten in my bonds:
11 Which in time past was to thee unprofitable, but now profitable to thee and to me:
12 Whom I have sent again: thou therefore receive him, that is, mine own bowels:
13 Whom I would have retained with me, that in thy stead he might have ministered unto me in the bonds of the gospel:
14 But without thy mind would I do nothing; that thy benefit should not be as it were of necessity, but willingly.
15 For perhaps he therefore departed for a season, that thou shouldest receive him for ever;
16 Not now as a servant, but above a servant, a brother beloved, specially to me, but how much more unto thee, both in the flesh, and in the Lord?
17 If thou count me therefore a partner, receive him as myself.
18 If he hath wronged thee, or oweth thee ought, put that on mine account;
19 I Paul have written it with mine own hand, I will repay it: albeit I do not say to thee how thou owest unto me even thine own self besides.
20 Yea, brother, let me have joy of thee in the Lord: refresh my bowels in the Lord.
21 Having confidence in thy obedience I wrote unto thee, knowing that thou wilt also do more than I say.
22 But withal prepare me also a lodging: for I trust that through your prayers I shall be given unto you.
23 There salute thee Epaphras, my fellowprisoner in Christ Jesus;
24 Marcus, Aristarchus, Demas, Lucas, my fellowlabourers.
25 The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with your spirit. Amen.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
.
Lad, so strong and fresh,
My arms stretch in surrender,
Your eyes are drowning mine.
Man, of stone and flesh,
My softness itches, aches for hard,
Two bodies found entwined.
*Your touch is remaking my soul,
Tied in the knots that are we,
Your lips are the waters that cut,
The fertile glens that are free.*
Dear man, remote, so alive,
Break my locks without cold key,
Free my being with heat, my kind.
*Your touch is remaking my soul,
Tied in the knots that are we,
Your lips are the waters that cut,
The fertile glens that are free.*
Strange, what species enjoin,
In the darks ever unwinding us,
We are but spirits passing time.
.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 1:58 AM UTC
My innocent beauty let me capture you in my heart for ever
Let me be the twinkling star of your glowing beautiful eyes
Let me be the companion of your burning youth just to answer
Whatever you communicate through relentless sighs and cries
Sentiments can never be chained when love is in full bloom
Faithless weather makes us to be all out to cherish all flowers
Your beauty is more glowing like a blazon sun the I presume
Let us be ready in glowing youth to commit blunders , errors
When you touch my eyes like a full moon to aspire,to desire
All decorum for your beauty and all appreciation to extend
Then we are no more being burnt in with remnants of love fire
Let me your only appraiser in the world and never pretend
What is love , what is beauty nothing but two sides of a coin
Let me seek refuge in your graces and let me from lips sip wine
To take softness of all rose petals please do help to just enjoin
Let me be proud of the fact that whatever odds are you are mine
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
I mute out all sound
Least I treespass on reasons rhyme
I enjoin in the signets call
Least I surround myself with subterfuge
Like a deckled cheeseboard
I hunger for a Silver lining
Palimpsest on a bright day
I scribe letters already cast
Oct 6, 2022
Oct 6, 2022 at 9:15 AM UTC
As long as Jennifer
betters her heart
joy will never wash away
for the beach will seem to part
to gravitate
the softest sand
from where her newer spot
will enjoin the surest pitch,
breathing in the long held ideal
that the good times will surely roll
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
they
d i s p e r s e
like paint dropped into a glass
of melted ice
and try to enjoin once again
but are u n a b l e
they
tolerate
what they think they deserve
which isn't much
and push to give more
of themselves away
they
plop
like coins into a fountain
only asking for a wish
but not expecting one
in return
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
In a crowd of stars you are
I trod an earthly path
and only seek the wings
to fly with to enjoin
the heavens that you sing!
wearied though I am
Mysterious you soar
your grace above my head
beautiful the airs
of bountiful encores
my quest yet unfulfilled
amongst the heaven's best
where now you reside
above my air
grace in heaven's skies.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
tonight I miss you
my love intensifies from afar
tonight I miss you
so my dreams are all of you
tonight I miss you
my body knows not what to do
tonight I miss you
with a burning deep need
tonight I miss you
this desire yearns to be freed
tonight I miss you
like honey is to honey bees
tonight I miss you
my love begs on gentle knees
tonight I miss you
with fire tearing at my *****
tonight I miss you
my being burns for us to enjoin
tonight I miss you
in thick black velvet night
tonight I miss you
our love shines light so bright
tonight I miss you
as my lungs need air to live
tonight I miss you
the good good love you give
tonight I miss you
as the birds fly in the sky
tonight I miss you
like the moon pulls at the tide
tonight I miss you
my senses locked on overdrive
tonight I miss you
the tenderness in your kiss
tonight I miss you
darling its you I miss I miss I miss
© J.C. honey-baby 01/09/2019.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
When it was the holy ghost, and fire,
keeping us alive,
believing was just what we did,
knowing one does not live
by bread, alone. As
we'as born free,
as free as we could be,
while knowing nothing needful,
truth wise, having no clues to start with,
how might one discover fire can be made
artificially, using wit wit' gumption,
to feel the heat,
live and learn to keep a secret
without ever asking why
why why, I wonder
did she run away,
why do some say life
is like an egg,
is that a hardboiled egg, eh
the games around egg finding, learning
where to look, what to look for, color,
blue, on green, jewel among jewels,
all the manifestations of gravitational
coherences causing such things as us
and causing us to be the first mortals,
contemplating long now laws on
conscience usage, with knowing never outlawed,
forgone conclusions forbade partaking,
for mere hearers of the songs,
learning early to enjoin the dance,
but never hearing music laugh.
I am Shiva, imagine me,
I rode the ox, imagine that,
death
merely threatened life,
life laughed and let its shadow pass.
us gaseous weform nodes in ancient hate.
Old bull minds baited good as bears...
After somebody did let the dogs out,
a we cheered to witness the killing,
made the ****** proof
a national pride,
freedom from the press, let us have,
teach the children backward thinking,
make them read Red Badge of Courage,
after the library lady recommended Plato,
as a follow up to Orwell, in 1962,
break my mind, feed me lost generations,
recollections, all we learned of war is lies,
all we learn from peace is past understanding.
May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024 at 2:55 PM UTC
Enjoin me for the sun is out smillin end so should we, enjoin me for our energies are dissipatin with age. before our bodies begin quivering of rage, before darkness adduces how interminable light has been wrong enjoin me when I'm still young.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC