"fining" poems
It wasn't not a cry
that he heard all night
It wasn't a man
loosing all sight
A tiny soul
Fining it's howl
Crushing all up
the numbered lines
For all
It lumbered
To brake the hallelujah
And who knew in million days
The men would say
What they conveyed
As all he could
To cough art
Sneeze painting
And cry upon music
For the illness
Became the endless
Hallelujah
The broken hallelujah
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
with him included? the devil's dozen, or
the 13 -
then the hours of Horus:
noon - Simon Peter -
later with covenant
of the hour: holy spirit,
and the minute hand: son
and the second hand: the father
oh quiet the trinity handful,
given year zero -
hours 12 through to 1
Andrew, James, John, Philip, Bartholomew,
Thomas, Matthew, James, Thaddeus, Simon, Judas
s / p.
s. a.
θ. j.
j. Δ j.
m. p.
b.
look at the ******* clock! something's awry!
Simon peter 12
Andrew 13
James 14
John 15 (3 a.m. / p.m.)
Philip 16
Bartholomew 17 (5 p.m.)
Thomas 18 (six)
Matthew 19 (seven)
James (ibn Alφaeus) 20 (eight)
"θ" (nine),
Simon K9'ite - ten
Iscariot - eleven - clocks are wrong...
the year 0 a.d. is based on this,
twelve disciples, twelve hours a.m. / a.d.
and v.
p.m. / b.c.,
hence the trinity / Δ -
an hour for the holy spirit to catch on,
son monetises the minutes
and the father being omnipresent understands within
seconds...
but i was aiming to do justice to the harvest missed
last year, i was intending to make wine;
hence the list of ingredients,
a) wine yeast;
b) yeast nutrient:
diammonium phosphate,
magnesium sulphate, nicotinic acid, magnesium carbonate,
thiamine hydrochloride, zinc sulphate, ferrous
ammonium sulphate, biotin;
c) pectolase:
pectinase enzyme, dextrose monohydrate;
d) bruclens cleaner / steriliser:
sodium percarbonate;
e) fine fining A: silica sol,
" B: chitosan (derived from crab and shrimp
shells, contains sodium metabisulphite)
f) two months' worth of patience.
it's that time of the year where you make wine
(just a little bush, enough for 12 bottles) -
and gestapo a curry -
a tarka dhal
and a kheralan chicken with coconut milk...
i love when **** decays, it tastes better than
when **** blossoms and isn't exactly edible
but merely colourful.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
Inhabiting a rubber state
Where bullets fly.
It ain't too great.
Politicians living in perfect glass houses.
Surely not green.
Never fragile.
Not throwing sticks.
Nor chucking stones.
They're draining the deserts and scoring the Arctic.
Drilling for oil.
Recoiling in horror.
Planet dynamic.
Ripped through her heart.
Redesigning circles.
Pictograms.
And block graphs.
Financial mutations of dignified nations?
Shiny panels for catching the sun.
Making ugly buildings.
Commonsense won.
Sustainable energy.
Keeping warm.
Heaven be praised.
For the warming sun.
Next thing we know.
They're bringing back hunting.
See you next Tuesdays.
Fox slaying.
And fining the homeless.
Them with no money.
More or less.
Hell of a mess.
Its all about war.
Its all about money.
Parliament run.
By brainless numbskulls.
(c)Livvi MMXV
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
See the reasons warring
who fools fools for money then makes the king pay
that one m'y be the culprit
whence came the king thing?
I mean it did not pop full formed
into mito mom one
fining
day as a re of sun set its eye on a
particular nail hole
in the tin roof corrugated
good word, rug ated, like walked on, y'llthank?
a collective loss of soul
noticed by the few
mad men who felt some call to lie'n when
facts,
camera obscura facts, proved they saw
I saw
light bent
through a nail hole
brought the sunset to my wall
or all of it that mattered,
the part I saw...
face? No,
yeah, I could see that,
If I could see what you say you suppose
supports your pre-sense presence if it ivity
whither Grammarelyearly versions
howled as I claimed the idle words holding true
riches from the stone re
jected jeckled and hidden, lapis,
was there a gem with in and a gen with out?
Ah, he sang that line
Ragpicker evolved to Recycling Frontliner Earth day Youtube stars
what a job. Save the world...
stumbled and
lost the thread
fracture ice cracked ice mud shrunk in from
hidden edges where the weakest
or most open
imagine you are with me in the mud
bubbling old ideas settle peace
fully here fully there, the ever over
flowing where
we met.
?¿ yen yanker ****** ain't it?¿
hiero-glyphic ifs effeing ity ness. per se.
mud shrunk in from
hidden n-degree edges where the weakest
or most open bonds are loosed on earth as they are
ever
let go let be let
until he be taken, obscureference,
Bubble Bible fact' never acted as if I knew
he who letteth shall let until he be taken out of the way.
may be today. lest we forget
imagine you are with me in the mud
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
brief introductions, skipping fining judgments and
unconsciously accepting regret some days later;
i should’ve known better. . .
anna is a narcissist.
jerome is a hipster.
kenneth (also a hipster) wants to be the alpha all the time
when it comes to movies.
anthony’s a poet, at least considers himself
to be one because he writes
and stupid girls loves his generic works.
marianne thinks of herself sharp and has
nothing to say but “cliche” on art pieces
that she doesn’t like, pretentious as ****
just because kath graduated from one of the
well-known universities the world
has ever known, her opinions and
views about everything must be and should be golden.
olivia who seemed to be a kid at heart,
turns out to be a cock-loving ****** of all sorts.
jacob who’s good at playing guitar is a self-indulged
narcissist
and thinks that anyone who’s not as good as him
or plays in band like he does can’t join he
and friends’ “clique,”
like hell it would mean the world to me
to be a part of those phonies.
professor richards who teaches literature
disapproves of my favorite writers, also a phony.
benison is a bully with nuts for brains.
to hell with this, and i’m a pacifist who’s
judgmental.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
the day blinks,
the sunset stinks,
the rhyming is de-fining,
is this how low you’ll go?
to get their blood hot, earn
their likes and hearts, a lot?
your personal side slides,
means you don’t need to
repent, nyet, been sentenced-sent
to the zone of indeterminacy
*the day blinks, somewhere
tween day dying time and
maybe nighttime resurrection*
*unless you been there,
you missed it when,
the day blinks, then all them
souls, sinners and saints,
(oh yeah, the **** poets too!)
sneaky snuck out, went forced marching*
into the zone of indeterminacy
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To...
Communicate (temporarily,
strictly and hypothetically)
merely allowing me to burble
essentially rendering, limiting,
and fixing me tubby nonverbal,
where frustration ensued -
inducing passivity, asper myself
shrugging shoulders in resignation
**** sitter ring thy fate
nsync with that of a gerbil?
Thus codifying, con
fining, and consigning
stricture to a sorry lot
perhaps finding me
envying fun
Gus of ergot,
which organism at least participates
in a pro active life cycle,
though one may say,
said organism doth rot.
Now...all Joe King aside,
an attempt will be made tried
though daunted to cogitate beside
Ritch ching deep inside
and remain on - ride
ding the straight and true
so please dont chide
restricting me to bide
with guise of seriousness,
when aye decide
did to complete on
par tragedy thalidomide
wrought, yet this poem, though belied
and bedeviled pondering
how Yukon not induce tongue re:
totally tubularly restrained,
sans tubby unable to talk
plus afflicted with autism,
hence guide
did through extreme effort
pretending, thus
to feign being denied
critical skill to chat
with a snap allied
(NOT with van knit tee),
but dead seriousness try
ying with futility hypothetically
impossible to imagine tubby
accursed without means to speak
compounded by autism,
an immeasurable frustration
must mount inside,
viz unfortunate behavioral demeanor,
nonetheless I cried
inside when the limp deceased body of
six year old
Maddox Ritch – already died,
drowned mainly supposedly,
when dashing ahead,
he didst play hide
with his father (Ian Ritch),
while the special needs child
(unknowingly) both spent
final hours together
bonding at Rankin
Lake Park in Gastonia
within North Carolina.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
my mind is a wonderland, the darkness it holds clouds out the light way more than it should majority of the time and I can’t seem to change that difficult fact. I want to know what its like to not be constantly drowning in my reoccurring worries and thoughts that I can never seem to get away from. I am constantly worrying that I will be left behind one day, or I will let all of the important people in my life slip through my delicate fingers because I was to worried about what the people that don’t matter would think of me. when I was a little girl, it was my mission in life to make everyone around me happy by serving them in any possible way and even compromise my own happiness and wants and needs to please the others around me, to make them have the best picture they could ever paint of me in their eyes… but the truth, is i’m not that little girl anymore, I still have my want to give to people and help them get what they want out of life… but i have a better sense of when I need to put myself first and a better sense of when I need to be last. and I think this new found fining of myself, maybe just maybe will help me from drowning in my thoughts, but instead hlp me swim to the surface and finally just…. breathe.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC