"evicting" poems
“where time is the fly and age the fisher of men”
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*”until I fell forward
into fall where time is
the fly and age the fisher
of men, then when winter
begins all will be forgotten,
where time is the fly and
age the fisher of men”*
excerpt from “The Fall” by Rick Richardson
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that words from a different ionic state, jump as embodied ions from screen to the throat, evicting a guttural current of exclamation, you believe even with the half-heartedly palpitations from remainder of my damaged pumping heart, that these words were always intended, just for me…
boy and old man coexist, the pottage of memories stirred,
and the time is fly, and I drown in the miracle of greenest grass of
Yankee Stadium at age eight,
oasis, heaven, a child reborn in a sea of Bronx concrete,
and the swallowing up of my boyhood is forever marked henceforth, the hook has caught me, and I am of the age
once and forever
not a fisherman, but a fisher of men’s souls,
mine own is my best bait,
hooked line and sinker, and
wisdom and words
elude and delude always,
like summer is perpetual and aging a construct,
time does not fly, but slowly laps and waves
eroding our myths and ourselves upon a continuum with
no ends
~postscript~
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*yet I believe,
in miracles of
fish and loaves,
and that our individual continuums
will exist beyond the artifice of constraints
of
mortal time and that poems are
the forever chemicals within
our
bloodstreams,
even when our blood no longer spills*
yet I believe!
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 7:57 AM UTC
Smoking is dangerous for your health,
it can't even help you with your wealth,
it burns your organs,
they said it's refreshing but as I can see it it's upsetting.
Smoking,drinking or even taking drugs,
several causes of death,
a day undone just because they can't manage taking them in,
addicted to the things that's bad for them.
Slowly killing,
pain evicting,
that's what they bring,
you'll be attached because it's addicting.
So before trying them,
try to avoid everything about them,
you'll never know the bad consequences,
so avoid and do not try.
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
i.
unfiltered asiatic plaything seeks
hypoactive cradle technocrat
evicting meaningful poach,
mendacious transcripts of
past events found in his
memoryless playhouse.
poplar crowd scribbles observations
outbound punch of laughter
sighs to the scrambled, ethnic
postgrad nation.
microfiche telegram exploits
meaning to deeper courtesies
current surrendered upon
entry.
ii.
psychotropic sustenance
fizz thru ***** vein corridor
secret mission lifestyle
learning fast in enormous packs of
tiny lies.
spew logic chagrin mediated
bloodstain; cerebus twitching
outside of beingself.
iii.
heart ceases,
sacred whitepaint moans.
o infidel,
strike thrice; a chord
binding us- nasty, *****
beads bleeding rich.
cloaked bushes tasting,
hisses cured human oaks;
tapered horns that sob,
casting waved heels.
iv.
dawn fallen, only concrete
possible now. separated by
thousands of what is not,
shocks disintricate; undwindling
patriots mailing lessness,
laughter sounds fetching
offband pitch.
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 7:11 AM UTC
They nickel and dime me
So money can't find me
While debt keeps climbing
With inconvenient timing
A note reading foreclosure
Spells my doom
As a realtor's brochure
Sells my room
Poverty looms
Over my head
As everything is taken
Even the bread
And what I use to bake it
They come with a gun
Demanding that I run
They tell me I can't stay here
Police presence engenders fear
So this place I once held dear
Will no longer be near
And the bank
Maintains rank
Over the poor
Locking the door
So I hit the floor
Hatred in my core
I adopt an attitude
Of eat or be eaten
This simple platitude
Will get me beaten
Money isn't that hard to make
If that's all you're trying to do
Yet they take all they can take
Like they've got something to prove
They don't mind
Separating bees from the hive
Power is control money buys
So the rich are seen as wise
Even if they're destroying the world
Forcing families from their homes
And now the rocks they hurl
Are delivered by drones
From lethality to loans
We're stripped to the bone
And feel all alone
On a planet of exploitation
It's tough to live the full duration
When we're stuck at a bus station
Called placation
Where the wealthy do what they want
Because they have money to flaunt
Giving them status and power
To build their ivory tower
By evicting delinquents
And bombing huts
A dog-like sequence
We're treated like mutts
The cumulus accumulate
Usurping heaven's gate
Creating a second rate
Decrepit estate
For us to deflate
Into a state
Of hate
And wait
For a mate
To feel great
So our slate
Has low weight
But once it gets late
We ask for a rebate
We run for the frivolous
But that fun is insidious
And it's slowly killing us
From emptiness filling us
We withdraw into shells
Of similar mundane hells
Until the bank comes knocking
Then into the streets we're flocking
While they're progress blocking
And pistol cocking
We kneel and worship them
Begging for mercy
They're the problem's stem
Yet we wear their jersey
Which is absolute insanity
But money controls humanity
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC
and floating feels like an understatement now, as water levels drop instead of rise and the clouds are closer than ever. i spend every night wishing on stars that soon we will be standing on those clouds, the moon our next stop. i guess you never really anticipate the heaviness that can be presented to you so suddenly and i am floating on rain clouds back down to earth. somewhere on my journey down a familiar light stops me like an old friend and i stay, hovering above the lake i so often wished to be apart of. the darkness that surrounds me chuckles in time with the pounding in my chest, the kind of alarm that rings only at 3am. those dreams of thunderstorms have overstayed their welcome and i am the one doing the evicting this time.
but this is not the end. suspended by newly sewn strings i see a countdown forming above the glowing city, a reminder that nothing has ever stopped us before. we conquered the funeral and flowers grow from my fading graves. we've climbed hills that feel like
mountains to sit on the moon. we are still roughly 581 days away from the beginning and i have come to accept that maybe the stars were never spelling out "closed" but rather "not open yet". the grey mass that fills the air is the last curtain before the grand opening.
and that glowing city is as clear as ever and for the first time ever the end credits are rolling backwards.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
Toil and trouble
He went through it all
Just a man yet so much more
He was the seal of prophet hood
Orphan child
Never knew his mother
But brought with him all parents rights
And love for children alike
Illiterate and uneducated
Yet not a word was taken for granted
Read in the name of Your Lord
A duty upon believers to seek knowledge
A noble and trustworthy tradesman
His character and personality spoke for him
Can you imagine in those times
A woman proposed to him
Committed to his mission
Peace treaties and alliances
Evicting racism and hatred
He even fought with rules and principles
He preached for the sake of brother hood
Humanity and love
We were all one
No nationality, no patriotism
Such responsibility
Yet never a burden
Beaten and exiled he lost his wife and kids
Still he carried on for us
Courageous and fearless
Never judged anyone by their past or looks
Open minded and tolerant
Even when he was helpless
Jewish neighbours
And Christian cousin in laws
He believed in good relations
And practised what was preached
He spoke of a time riddled with strife
Temptations with every breath
Those people would be tested the most
And he prayed for people he never met
Yes we love him
Because he guided us to right
Showed us a perfect example
The role model we all aspire to
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
Divine wholeness we are,
as we walk,
breathe, and sleep.
I AM DIVINE WHOLENESS RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW.
Say it opening the dam of love to embrace your essence.
Let the words flow to empower.
Use, feel and embrace them, morning, noon, and night.
Breath them in so they may rock you to sleep
and hold you in your day.
Banishing lack from vocabulary.
Expelling thoughts of negativity.
Evicting vibrations that don't serve,
Your DIVINE WHOLENESS that is always present.
Drink it up like a fine wine,
becoming drunk on its truth.
FOR,
its the truth to set you free.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
Evicting ideas must be done in earnest
For the vultures of radio-static thought will feast on anything
So purge! Purge your consciousness!
The tempest nears! brace yourselves
or be thrown into a sea of cognitive confusion!
vacuum up those pesky anxious fears
the dust-mites of uncertainty, crumbs of confusion
but never, ever open up that "Pandora's box" of a vacuum bag
the dust gets everywhere
–– I'm allergic
shove them in a bulletproof aquarium
maybe fog up the glass a little
obfuscating them behind a breath or two
they'll slither around in there
you can just make out their silhouettes if you tap the glass
careful
it makes them angry
trapped within their own misfortune
With or without them, time ticks to a new era
our darkness shall not cover laughter. hope.
overlap? possibly
like a kaleidoscope
simply deconstructing beautiful into a tsunami of color
making monotonous moments unique
a peculiar blend of all this world has to offer
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
Forgiven at last perhaps.
The morning after the night before.
Tried to even up the score.
Cold.
Could the chill be breached?
Of course it could.
Mornings are for making up.
Flashing passion.
Together quiver.
Bodies snuggle tight evicting anger's raging shiver.
Close in body held well.
Cheek touched softly.
In scarlet passion.
Pair of hearts no longer bled.
The sucker's love is not dead.
Bodies roll and writhe as anger stripped.
Overtaken in moments of melting moulding together.
In ecstatic moments.
Leading to heavens' afterglow.
As love cried tears of pure joy.
Atonement for last nights passed storm.
Follow on from Morning Glory 17/11/2013.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
7/28/08
6:28 PM
my bad luck is broken
with words barely spoken
admittance
and penance
evicting the tenants
who left shattered bottles all over the floor
i knock with a sigh
to give it a try
and listen for the dull note
of an unlocking deadbolt
hoping to god that you'll open the door
silver metal and skin
my favorite flavor of sin
is now on the menu
knowing that when you
invite me in i will stay for a while
with a shrug of my shoulders
you took off the boulders
that were holding me down
so I'll keep you around
and with every new address you reveal a smile
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
The wind swallowed the warning of blood red skies
Sunsets are shifted into nightmares about days evicting themselves before our arrival
Pretty
All balled up in herself
Earth delicately ballets around the sun
Lacking all modesty and full of beauty
All eyes have been on her
God writes stories on her existence
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
Insecurities
I know I am blinded
Each insult you throw at me pierces straight through me
But still I laugh it off
It’s just a joke, right?
You claim it’s something to take lightly
But what about when you’re picking apart my every flaw
Making me feel more and more insecure every day
A never ending spiral of insecurity and sadness
You claim you’re a good friend, the best one I’ll ever have
But would good friends listen to my problems and pretend to be sympathetic
Then threaten to tell other people like its everyday gossip?
Causing me to constantly live in fear at waking up one day with nothing left to myself.
You claimed insulting me was something everyone does
But how have I now found someone who makes me feel beautiful without the need to pick me apart?
You claim I’ll never get anywhere in life, I’m not smart or pretty enough
But how am I now working my way towards a successful career
You claim I’ll never be happy, that I’m stuck this way forever
But how is that true when most days since leaving you have left me feeling lighter
My insecurities becoming smaller
Happiness is making itself home again
Evicting the sadness from its home.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
She says, "Meet me at Saffron but you pay for dinner."
I only go dutch these days until I know the investment isn't a loss.
Deep down south, way past the imaginary boundaries of nation-state they've existed before 1492. Today they still run for days to see their neighbor. This gives a whole new definition to friendly. Imagine Mr. Rogers striding for 48 hours.
I can't.
My neighbor's son was tied to a chair and set on fire.
A year later patrol officers were parked outside the house,
standing behind their black and whites, gripping their glocks
as he hollered from the living room he was going to blow his head off
with a shotgun because his girlfriend was evicting him.
He once told me that he used to be a cop and would sleep on duty,
right before passing me a blunt and offering me some fried fish.
His daughter was drinking and then her crying got loud.
She was trying to pace with the rhythm of the blues,
Nina's voice carried the weight. The sway of the *****
made me talk. My drawl seeking to comfort the tension in the air.
White boy can't make black girl proud.
Best put it to rest for another day.
When she whispered in my ear she had a kid and her boyfriend didn't show I knew I was too far gone. The night became a blur. The next morning my face was buried deep between her thighs. My back arching again, a quick culmination. There were sirens everywhere. She cooked me stew and walked me home.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
You can't see depression
Only feel it
Haunting you for a lifetime
Infecting everything that you love
Friends
Family
Significant others
It's a parasite that never stops feeding
Draining you of energy
And evicting your former self
Sustaining life through a new vessel
Barely holding on to the life you once lived
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 2:11 AM UTC
The essence of wit is brevity
which interestingly evinces chivalry
delivered verdict to hex **** size
(once and for all) president
dons mantle of deviltry
and trumps constitutional credo
defining American elementary
particular edicts denoting, enshrining,
framing, grand honorable inalienable rights
when foolhardy lobbyists prevail
evicting execrable“enemy”
i.e. forward thinking (progressively liberal)
which subsequently might help
timid citizens to invoke probate, procure, produce cojones
in opposition against rabidly power hungry,
misogynistic courting among the body politik
fostering future feverish fortuity,
toward risking life and limb sans
Uncle Sam selfless gratuity
(especially as Benjamin Button syndrome –
reverses aging process
acquired thru heredity
gets in full swing) stamping mindset
nonestablishmentarian identity
with my Kosher blessing despite any infamy
permission to go ahead with jocularity
from a superstar coach named Kennedy
thereby garnering homespun liberty
where icon bank on direct
laudable, linkedin longevity
with unrolled Scottish grandeur
(Pomp and Circumstance broadcast)
synchronized with precise
unrolled welcome mat
yule receive granted “FAKE” feted soiree
as curtain call doth close toward
final decade of mortality
yet dismiss bing hash-tagged
a scofflaw at any opportunity
especially if legislated mandate
earmarked as priority
in tandem with the key quality
apothegm stipulates decrease sing sanity
as the hands of father time
spin (Doktor Dude Little) backward
away from present day turbidity
increasing revanchism uber victory.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
There is a whole of an old world out there
It is a lemon
Growing on a lime tree
The color of a done deal
Swimming in low spirits
Each peaty drop
A moment
To forget
That which brings tidings
Tidily
Zipper undone
Shoes unwound
Stumbling for infinite
De-frocked of
Protection
Masculinity
Fumbling for Braille
A shuffling of Ativan'd feet
On a rent controlled corner
Cosigned to a binding lease
There is a half of a clasp
One side
Of a broken heart neckless
Cue misinterpretation
Of what is said
Supposedly
Saying something
Reminiscent of the time
She left us
Or left with us
Without saying anything
Words became twisted
Knotted the academic scarves
Infinitely
Interrupting
Breathless
Evicting another tenant
From the tenement's
Of her breast
A wide birth
A wisp of humidity
A will
To want
A want
To won't
A starry night
Presented
In a down pour
A downfall
A magpie consuming the fruit
Of a forever feeling
She hopes you understand
best wishes
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
Pressure,
It interrupts my sleep
And hides diamonds
Deep in it's womb
Only darkness
Like the quaint
Colonial home
My anxiety squats in
Pressure
Washing the walls
Opening the windows
Evicting this despair
Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 11:21 AM UTC