"ester" poems
Zeus is ****** tonight.
Maybe he was having conflict with Hera. Maybe Apollo or Athena or Artemis accidentally attempted to rain art or astuteness or animals down upon Earth, respectively.
Maybe he drank too much wine.
Whatever the reason is, it's quite a light show.
There are no stars, only the
chemiluminescence
on my shirt and my shorts
that were poured upon me by
intoxicated partiers who thought it would be entertaining
to shower the combination of peroxide and phenyl oxalate ester
upon the party guests.
A map of the universe
is splattered across my hands.
It's as if Zeus
threw away the sky,
in an inebriated gesture,
and it landed around me.
Cronus should have swallowed the father of gods and of men whole.
Aug 6, 2011
Aug 6, 2011 at 9:31 PM UTC
[Hook: Ester Dean]
Voices in the air
I hear them loud and clear
Telling me to listen
Whispers in my ear
Nothing can compare
I just wanna listen
[Verse 1: MGK]
As my, world turns
The heart beats
Not only in my chest
But the heart in these streets
So when they feel this, they feel me
But I can't feel nothin', outside these dre beats
I am from the city of evil, came from the bottom
Standing on top of what was supposed to be my coffin, whats up?
Inception shows me as a dead man walkin', but reflections shows this kid's still got it
Let it be known I got the throne like I don't know that there's a king
Never grew up around a family because I'm not a human being
And anyone under my level that’s coming at my spot for the top
Let them have it, cause when I leave, the whole world drops
Lace up Kells
[Hook]
I hear voices in the air
I hear em’ loud and clear
Telling me to listen
Whispers in my ear
Nothing can compare
I just want to listen
Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh
Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh I am
[Verse 2]
Waking up sweatin from the stress of being caged down
Everything I write is played out like what is this ?
Tear the whole page out
Man I come from holes in the wall but they don’t know the path
Even if I told them it all, they wouldn't know the half
So maybe I fill up my luggage with all of these dreams and put on my black coat and my black chucks and nothing in my jeans
And just run, till the day comes like Rocky’s movie scene
And I’m on top of the world, look up and scream like this is me, this is Kells
Crucified by the public without the nails
Do or die in my city but clearly I never failed
Lost myself in the game when I found myself in a cell
Then I found myself in the fame when I lost myself in the pills
And you cannot mess with me still , seen them boys and they winnin
Underdogs of the year Cleveland boys in the buildin'
What the **** is a ceiling I’m taking this to the top, and when I leave the whole world drops Lace Up Kells
[Hook]
I hear voices in the air
I hear em’ loud and clear
Telling me to listen
Whispers in my ear nothing can compare
I just want to listen
Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh
Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh I am…..
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
mister master
sister slapped her
grabbed your ***
faster faster
broken plaster
alabaster
poked your ****
faster faster
ester asked her
my disaster
grinning grins
faster faster
blister blaster
such a *******
smacked your mom
and faster faster
flushed her flashed her
dropped my pants sir
kiss my ***
faster faster
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 6:05 PM UTC
Kalanchoë, finally you bloom!
Welcome little foreigner,
To the corner of my room.
With frangipani flame
And crocus-gold effulgent.
Strains past succulent skin
Joyous, ebullient!
Though your petals grow
Just to hold it in,
Fiery blood escapes
Past watery blocks of ester-swell
And you exult with me
In a wintry cell.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
She brought me flowers that performed my nose with an ester scent,
By each second as i completely laid dead
Lost in my own Casket; wishing I was alive just to place her tears back in her eyes,
Wishing I could feel her breath hit my skin as I but try to fight the atmosphere for nothing but sweet Oxygen
She held tight onto my Tombstone and Said
"Baby my heart you won, Awake your corpse and come make love to me like a real man"
For years, i have been in this shell and such sweet words make a heaven out of my hell
Although i am gone, Her love never dies
Although she has a man, her heart shouts only my name
My Romantic ***** I pray god gives me a second chance to put on a show
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
*a patient walks into a doctor's office
and says:
- doctor, doctor, i'm suffering
from diabolical laughter!
doctor replies:
- just keep on laughing.*
they're really truly atheists on
an atomic level,
the more they try to live outside
of nature, and glorify it,
the more damnable they come:
put them peering into a microscope
or a telescope the more
their audacity builds up,
but when an earthquake,
but when an earthquake,
when a storm, when a hurricane,
all the intellectuals disperse,
the pathetic state of drowning,
the pathetic state of any form of suffering,
you'll only find atheistic audacity
among biologists,
chemists and physicists the middle-men
of argumentation,
biology appeals to the general public,
as expressed by confusion in the ***** region
of things... transgender this, transgender that,
the ploy of the heterosexual:
it's only natural via a surrogate mother,
and a human heart grown in a pig's body...
while chemists construct the next ester
of shampoo or fishy bacon, or the next
biggie boom boom,
while physicists are out there with the quote:
now i'm become death, the destroyer of worlds,
but can't stop the moon in its tract...
or bother with the near apparent
biggie boom boom of saltpetre, sulphur and charcoal,
they make the explosions too big...
too much of a Hiroshima, too much of a Nagasaki...
Hollywood is still dreaming of the Manhattan
Project, it's constantly terrorising america...
Hollywood is constantly out on a Jihad to
culture-corrupt with a constant sense of paranoia...
it's always destroying cities...
big **** monsters or some odd german accented
'simon says, simon says...'
but they changed location, now double-decker
buses are exploding on parliament bridge...
so the kids know of it, a day late, a day after
the explosion on twitter.
or as i once said, when that famous tsunami hit
japan... 'where was the army dropping
bombs on the wave to disperse it
and disallow its movement onto the mainland?
they could have bombed that wave into oblivion...
instead some other army, in some other
country decided it required a tsunami of blood
to pour into other countries via the streams
of journalism.'
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 3:19 AM UTC
The deranged man prepares his own mask
And designs it to show his true face
For too long the world has been black and white
And now he has decided to brighten his existence
Walking through the doors with a insidious smile on his mask
Two guns buried beneath his coat in the midst of summer
His anxiety transforms into elation like water into ester
As he recalls the day he first rejected propaganda
Multiple gun shots reminiscent of an opera hall symphony
Uncontrollable laughter between the endless barrel explosions
His heart warms and he first begins to feel the feeling of love
As the ****** rejection of conformity never felt so gratifying
57 bodies lay now devoid of duplicitous propaganda
The sane man removes his deranged mask
And revels in his good deed to the world
Screams and sirens express the degradation of conformity
As the sane man delivers just one more round into his sane mind
And leaves a world of insane people
With 57 other friends.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
Bending grass and rolling hill
Caress my palms and make me still
Essence of the floras' ester
Tickle my nostrils; nose and pester
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
Three corrupted men
Lurking through the night
They feel safe because they think they have their right
Groped a minor and said it'll be alright
Covered some stains
Just to hide their nasty remain
Tried make a public apology to their crime
Yet the minor they groped they paid and promised to be a mime
Defended by their colleague
What a shame ester and joe,
Known to be a famous comedian
Yet they made Deliah's story a joke
Until now they're convicted
We all know that uncle changed the system
Even though the true story were written
And there it goes people didn't believe to the victim
The minor got traumatized
Her brain and body got paralyzed
She were gone wrong and despised
And decided after 4 years of trauma she planned to suicide.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 1:00 AM UTC
a wafer
on a
bee that
said enough
to her
workers how
this milky
flavor with
pone would
butterfly the
Queen as
Ester said
a ruleless
bunch there
was made
of gold
in mambo
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 9:59 AM UTC
Twisting, traveling tongue tastes
passionate pink parted places
easily enjoying each exceptional ester
moist muffs munched merrily
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
#Mordecai (hallowed gatekeeper)
triumphs over Haman (gallowed hate-keeper)
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
It's gloomy, dark,
Clouds all marked,
With windy hustle,
And thundery bustle.
The sky turned pale,
Fragranced with ester-y smell,
And in the watery dale,
Paper boats set sail.
The weather is wet,
But not a slightest hate,
Wrapped in a blanket so warm,
Safe from the storm's harm.
The lightning sparks,
Unlade sky of larks,
While rustling leaves,
Whisper an important eve.
All signs of an advent plain,
Welcome the drizzling rain,
Nature is so happy about,
After all, it's raining out.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC
Echo, Wood nymph of folklore
Punished by Goddess Hera
Hated, there was no choice
Fated, deprived of her voice
Repeating words you hear
Punishment for a puppeteer
You fell in love
so you thought
With Narcissus
But he got caught
Looking at his own reflection
Turned him into a flower
Not his finest hour
Leaving Echo lonely and sad
For all the cads that
Never met a mirror they didn’t like
Who’s self-absorbed refection
Removes any trace of reflection
A thought can be misleading
Even if informed by a feeling
Don’t think
Because you think it it’s true
Consider others point of view
Don’t think because I disagree
There’s something wrong with me
Don’t always refer to you
Your grandiose style
Is just a grandiose denial
And while you deny that it’s true
Only an echo believes in you
Must I echo your words
How utterly absurd
This I can’t do
Even if it displeases you
Nothing moves you
Except for the powerless, you occasionally feel
Let’s you know you’re real
And yes
The rage is real
Hidden so well
That no one can tell
As you covertly hide from yourself
Your histrionics are first rate
Always out of date
A recording from the past
You’d think, you’d have worn out the grooves
Of the characters you cast
At last
There’s never an end
To the people I meet
All the friends you absorbed
Into the persona that’s you
Each has a name
But there nameless to you
I say
I know where you got that from
You say
There’s nothing new under the sun
I say
What about originality
You say
Plausible deniability
I say
I really, really need to get away
I say
Then, why do you stay?
I’m in search of my voice
I left it behind
In another time
I need it
Have you seen it
It could be
Anywhere
Under the couch
In the closet
Under the bed
You’re looking in the wrong places
The world’s a reflection
Of the spaces
Between the thoughts
Of your stasis.
It’s true
I’m never alone when I’m with you
Like living in a zoo
Forgive my sarcasm
Lack of enthusiasm
That’s what it feels like
Being with you.
First, you’re uncle Fester
Then you’re Grandma Ester
Who are you really
You don’t know
Do You
You never looked that far
Skin deep
Go that deep
Take a look
What do you see
It isn’t me
I’m not the object of your hatred
I’m not your scapegoat
Forgive the diatribe
For I am a scribe
Looking for her voice.
I am Echo no more
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC