"escrow" poems
By: Cedric McClester
***** **** ***
Terms that we all know
Which only goes to show
The depths to which men go
To shame women although
They have mothers who
Get categorized that way too
But they act like who knew
***** **** ***
It has a certain flow
On and on we go
Tryin’ to bring ‘em low
But it’s not fair and yo
We need to take it slow
Before those labels stick
Let’s change our rhetoric
***** **** ***
People that we know
Use it frequently although
It shouldn’t be that way but yo
Guess that’s just how it go
We use it for ammo
When we refuse to grow
Change sometimes is slow
***** **** ***
Are terms that havta go
Why hold ‘em in escrow
For the sake of puttin’ on a show
Of put downs that’s below
The ladies we bestow
Those names on even though
They’ve become status quo
Cedric McClester. Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
A trilogy of love: bared, shared, pared
Lust's shallow wave: crests, cascades, crashes
Deeper, emotive swells: rise, rumble, release
Conflicting currents form rip tide: tugging, tossing, tearing
Amor's undulating rhythms pulsate
Low tide, latent fantasies surface ego to ingratiate
High tide, a endless churning of desires our longing cannot satiate
Libidinous breakers scour lecherous bottom; a brackish foam doth emanate
In the deeper recesses of our minds, a rational connection percolates
From the depths, a heart-felt ****** rises; a growing bond initiates
Two, constant minds mutually sharing space; each hope, dream resonates
Surface tension increases; two hearts mount each obstacle, common course navigates
Nearing balmy shore, strong winds of indifference blow
Into eroding channels untested lovers unwittingly row
Selfish goals drag the unstable pair into the undertow
Corrosive fears, unmitigated doubts sever trust placing love in escrow
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 4:58 AM UTC
One day in Pickwick
Soon to be acquainted
You must be sainted
It simply said click
You caught my eye
It was an oddity
You didn’t out me
as a complicated guy
It’s not a perhaps
I need you everyday
You oughtn’t go away
Without you I'll collapse
It might seem Lemony
this idea of mine
It’s opposite of malign
I simply want hegemony
I hope you know
you’re under my control
I own your whole
Following the written escrow
You’re my morning salvation
The highpoint of Monday
the sun in Sunday
You’re my liberating vacation
Darling baby you see
You’re my delicious Tea
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
Fragrance, Melody Music and song
A cup of wine, and pleasing the breeze
A kiss on the red petals and
To escrow to embrace wind
It's dancing, it's coming to you
Warm and wobbly
Full of my emotions
Flying and soft
Dreamy and drunk
Full of my meaning
Sits on your thirsty lips
Shells meaning , it's my kiss
Do you feel you feeling me?
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
Graceful predator perched on the precipice of woe
Your satin crown, ebony feathers cannot camouflage mision of misery you'll sow
Your balmy wings caress as dark shadows grow
You sharpen your talons lethal grasp your helpless prey to show
But only quicken the hearts of foragers nestled below
Shrill call does not alarm wary prey; only emboldened, novel defenses bestow
Slower prey their extended units disband; bountiful feast now in escrow
Stealthy ears pick up the feigned, stressful calls of dispossessed lying low
The harried remnant recedes into veiled canopy with their cargo
Confident dive bomber, you plunge into the shielded canopy mayhem to strew
Only to have pleated wings torn by thistle, thorn guarding the undertow
Injured, but deadly weapons your armada still doth tow
With sharp beak you shred the stragglers who venture into twilight's afterglow
With bristling talons you scratch and claw causing stiffened backs to bow
But their desire to live trumps marauding havoc laid in stow
Shorn of limb but not of hope, scurrying from nest to nest to and fro
Storm clouds gather over Dover cliffs; thunderous chorus from nest doth bellow
On the sparring range, a docile, prevailing wind no longer doth blow
Wearied from long chase, depleted eagle from bleeding strand doth go
Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 10:14 AM UTC
Come on, bro, we gotta put on a show
Keep up with the flow, we're doing this so
Turn off the lights, and I'll glow (Vanilla Ice reference)
A doe is a female deer, didn't you know?
With all these words I'll be put on death row
Doesn't matter, I'll continue to grow
While kneading the dough and ploughing the snow
I'm the rhythmic Van Gogh, let's take a trip to Bordeaux
To and fro on the lyrical train, don't have no woe
I see a siren's glow, whoops, time to lay low
You're from the Skid Row? I'm not though
Thanks for being my foe, guess you've learnt you reap what you sow
No cash I owe, a rhyming kilt I have to sew... Whoa, this is going way too slow but this little gift I bestow, please hold it in escrow. That'll be the quid pro quo and here we go.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
Soul not for sale
(intimate back room shows)
No closing escrow
(renters may inquire)
Fostering a new neighbourhood
(Gods fallen angels)
Million dollar men touch & tamper
(bodies of women whose stories are unknown)
Little girls playing in a park they've barely grown in to
(Lingering over men old enough to father them)
Lucifers female protagonists
(post box red lingerie cheap tattoos)
A reckless promiscuity dollar bills bleed
(hands tied to beds)
Male lovers pass through
(mediums of wives fiancées)
Aversions never self sought
(lost to the Devil)
Purified souls marked by the world
(falling like flies)
*Suffer
Suffer
Suffer
Pleading
Pleading
Pleading*
(there is no escape)
Dawn may break
(promising new light)
Kissing away melancholic madness
Still tied to the same beds.
© Sia Jane
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
My family
I no longer know
At self-destruction
I have become the pro
I am at the lowest of lows
I am the Farrow
The black crow
My phone does not ring with a hello
Never been invited to the summer chateau
That still exists from long ago
I have no mansion in escrow
I do not suffer from tennis elbow
The money I borrow
I owe
I am at my lowest of lows
I am alone
No one to call my own
So many I have known
But yet here I am alone
Many relationships I have blown
Weddings at the alter postponed
Maybe because of my tone
Which I do not condone
Now all I know
It is real
My fate
Is going to be to die
Alone
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
Soul not for sale
(sang to me)
No closing escrow
(renters may inquire)
Fostering a new neighbour
(a God to play with Lucifer)
A reckless promiscuity
(hands tied to a bed)
Other lovers pass through
(a medium of the wounded)
Broken down beings
(lost to the devil)
Respecting the community
(falling like flies)
*Suffer
Suffer
Suffer
Pleading
Pleading
Pleading*
(there is no escape)
Dawn may break
(promising a new light)
Remaining the same
(ground hog day)
She's still tied to that same bed.
© Sia Jane
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
My soul tells me your ghost is around me in this haunted mind of mine,
Wishin you would touch me, hold me, push me even
for a sign.
A brush of your cheek against mine or your fingers stroking my
hair...Don't mind I really don't...dont leave one hair spared.
Your kisses on my lips linger and I smell them,
I have memorized 'em .......Even kept some.
Your stare gazes right through me when I look at your photograph
I hear the erie far off laughter when I remember how much we laughed.
Your brown arms I sometimes think of when you spooned me wrapped against me tight...laying on my side always.....waiting for it to happen again...I know it might.
Feeling your breath against my neck as we watched Moulin Rouge
So relaxed...I fell asleep and felt like our bodies fused.
You woke me up so gently not wanting me to miss the love scenes
but then I wake up from this ghostly almost haunting dream.
Ghost around me ...Silent Ghost....Ghost so far away
Please come back to me and appear to me today.
I know I work the Secret and I know I ask and do it right.
I know I have dreams about you in escrow and I believe with
all my might.
Ghost are spirits that some say don't believe ...I know this is real, and You, I will receive.
The Ghost of you is fading around the edges,
I close my eyes and write my words, tears soaking my dread
Its there I found the heat of my tears and know its
real and not just ghosts in my head.
Not just the few pics I downloaded on my phone
so I can stare at you and not feel so alone
I have the picture of the anime we drew one
night together...and I did have that sign, when down fell one feather.....
They are supposed to be from Angels, allowing me to see,
Feels like they are more from you....The Ghost Around Me...
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
Find my waltz to dance with you my Romeo
A dark symphony breaks the silent night
within the souls you have no any escrow
still you've took a risk not too bright
Hold my hand we'll swing 'til it hurts
There's no horizon to this final view
To you, my heart is pouring blue spurts
Let's disappear a while unwrite every cue
Crawl into my thoughts, the thin line of sanity
grab my head and drown me into your love
hey dear, please hang up the wire to reality
and honey, we're the ones dancing above
Don't be afraid of losing all the floor
I may say goodbye just for a while
but tonight I'll wait outside your door
ans for sure i'll kiss your stupid smile
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
do not forget
the cosmic creatures we befit
our choice to get what we emit
as magic Souls in full orbit
a kaleidoscope of sun and hope
we shine a special kind of glow
we light the world all on our own
we rise with every fall we home
if You feel lost, you’re not alone
these troubles are your way to roam
to higher peaks with your moonlit
attire to conspire in
this human-like acquired trip
where, lucidly, desire drips
You flow in ways the Sun has missed
your hopes & dreams are our sky’s kiss
for every ounce of Love and loss
You feel the world and its chaos
although it hurts at times, I know
your tale here is not one of woe
arrived divine to shine your glow
this chance at life to learn and grow
gives strength to You, it’s your escrow
so don't defy when walls do crack
you’re never lost; You are the path
the holes expose old hidden tracks
for You to see your Light shine back
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
Your verbal volcano, ash falls like tainted snow.
You left me staring skyward, grey-streaked tears.
My smothered heart, entrusted to you in escrow.
All your late night exits put on quite a roadshow.
Left alone again in love, what an oxymoron.
Your verbal volcano, ash falls like tainted snow.
I looked for help, there best advice was to lie low.
One look at your broken smile, intoxicating, here we go again.
My smothered heart, entrusted to you in escrow.
This so-called love is a choke hold, will you ever let go.
Your loves a noose, my necks on the line and you're the rope.
Your verbal volcano, ash falls like tainted snow.
Said you love me more than life, but that your dead inside though.
Ironically, only you can save me, heal my soul, set me free.
My smothered heart, entrusted to you in escrow.
You're my bad habit, you're the hurt I'm in love with, who knows.
You shake things up good, but leave me broken inside.
Your verbal volcano, ash falls like tainted snow.
My smothered heart, entrusted to you in escrow.
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 5:38 PM UTC
Fo sho
mink coat escrow
bleep bleep bleep!
Lighters not heavy but about empty anyway. Been up since before sunrise and nothing to appease me- I wanna lay my head down and rest.
Triumph! is to overcome my battles of the every day work week with sleep TV narratives and political upheaval, reading Hemingway's short stories when its not locked up behind a metal locker- must I say mental locker.
bleep bleep bleep!
bleak bleak bleak...
and the phone alarm goes off.....
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 4:40 AM UTC
What I held hostage, You had in Escrow
God can be a Person if you see the Universe that way,
There's nothing scientifically wrong about that;
I find it an admirable proposition.
Was it my proclivity for empathy?
Or... some "grave wrong" I'll "find out" when I die
Will I find out I was a fissure, and death is the just filler?
Is it balance or anarchy that reigns the nests and deserts?
I hold it possible that our steeper senses of justice, too
Are "rightly" worth considering. Anything is possible.
And yet, at any turn, we can be shown to be "wrong."
But they say sin is just fodder for a new flower.
I was never ready to forfeit, these "angels" are my buttress
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
I bought the farm
But stayed in escrow
For all eternity
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 11:49 PM UTC
The concourse lays out between you and I,
allow this reprimand,
accept this brokerage
in escrow.
Weep the clouds
out of those spinning absences you left,
broken, open, empty,
and full of terror.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
I gaze in awe
as black branches paint themselves
onto a sleepy skyline
haunting the stillness of morn
they stretch at the gesture of light
shadows yearning to linger
across drifts of delicate snow
I contemplate the illusion
upon my own reflection
and regret storing your love in escrow
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 8:55 AM UTC
Let's cry our tears at what it cost
shed our skins at what is past
and go on, forwards,
so long, see you later
I'm just a waiter at the table
of fables
salient facts
attack us all.
I want to cry with the blueberries
take sherry
with the Marchioness
it's not going to be
and she
knows it.
I am watching the shadow
bound into escrow
the sale follows on.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
How will I know
When I'm free to go
If I'm always thinking so
Self belief
Always low
I can't seem to find a flow
Oh no
I can't begin to grow
Was it the accident
All those years ago?
The dripping of melted snow
Blood, blood, blood
A doe
The overflow
The fear rushed through me
A foe
Family put in escrow
A tear drop falls
Whoa whoa whoa
The life I must forgo
An inch of life
I bestow
To the people that I owe
Who's eyes glitter and glow
Without saying a simple hello
I knew that I'd plateau
A love I'd never leave
Although
I'll always stay
Like they said
The loyalty of crow
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 3:17 AM UTC
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
Oh what a great sorrow
The bitterness of tomorrow
Is quick as an arrow
That pierces the marrows
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
Oh what a tarnish of yellow
Sings in tone of mellow
Carried by the night crow
That flies high pass the gallows
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
Oh what a scream of vows
That leaves lowest of low
To bite the kindness bestow
In which the night swallows
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
Is the new day of hollow
Comes; brief happiness of fellow
Goes; evil banished as follow
Claps; grand feat of escrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
On toward the new valor
Away from the cliff narrow
Hope sparking in shallow
Darkness back to below
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
Math is appropriating the qualities of form so as to make generalizations about their interactions.
Like saying W=wisdom, l=love, and s=speech, then I could say W(l,s)=Wl+Ws.
Here wisdom acts as a qualitative change of l and s together.
Or, W(l,s)=Wl*Ws.
In this way wisdom act as a multiplier, but it could get trickier if wisdom acted as both a multiplier and a qualitative change.
So I could ask how I could represent that.
The difference is that wisdom has no physical representative.
Whereas stating V, a smooth vector space, has elements (e1,...,en) automatically gives a representation.
Functions onto this space would be characterized both by its definition and representation, much like the term "running".
What seems difficult is adding more and more verbs together to form other verbs, where these verbs have a whole list of what is included.
Also, why would two different symbols, like walk and run, have similar qualities?
Or, why would two similar definitions, like escort and escrow, have different meanings?
Thus, although math is said to be a universal language, it still is a nuanced language, and the number of years and hours spent learning it is directly related to its familiarity.
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 3:18 PM UTC