"flairs" poems
Yesterday,
Tender pursuits
Ordered
by shortened expression
And personal amusement.
Pleasure was channeled
by uncanny imagination.
Ignorance was developed
with years
of sheltered nurture.
Endeavors were focused
Through heartened dreams
Waiting eternities to age.
Today,
Life is starved of dignity,
Lead by the breath of humanity,
And trailed by my past.
Kindness overshadowed
by needless mockery.
Confidence diminished
Through thoughtless faults.
Purity saturated
with uncertain willingness.
Competence choked
from the flairs of society.
Tomorrow,
Independence is a necessity
Steered by Today,
Speckled by yesterday.
Motivation should dictate
my verdicts,
And challenge perils.
Agonies lifted
Through sanguinity
Virtue grown
Only through praise
From the satisfaction of many.
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Immersed in today
Is the root of my future.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
I like the way your nose flairs when you laugh
And the way your lip quivers
I like how you stand
And how your words flow like the rivers
Your smile gives me butterflies
In your eyes I become lost
I want to be yours
I’ll keep my fingers crossed
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC
Soundless awakening walk ghost like blend disappear wooden poles that reach for the clouds
They display a crown of glory on the forest floor it is told in muffled shade and shadow you
Follow those that make their pilgrimage to temples of sacred stone here in these wooded
Wonders enter as a blunder but quickly you are arrested by silence and you are now dutifully
Reverent you who was formed by divine majesty melt under the power and sway humbly and
Quietly you bow to that which is amassed thick and denseness flairs in its midst is the nobility
Of timelessness you are nothing more than smoke that rises and is coaxed by a mysteries inaudible
Voice it shares the birth of years and the ageless past you feel the great quiet soul that exist here
Like no other place on earth this is not only the great purifier of air by photosynthesis but
Here the otherwise vast spirit is condensed cradled after its new birth Washington, Jefferson and
Lincoln spent solitary hours and days being transformed the scent of these trees were
Concentrated with the base element of colossal power it formed over eons of time to walk
These forest paths is to release ability first firing the great void of the mind then the heart is
Indwelled then the soul ignites into a blaze that rivals a forest fire you came as mere shadow
Stooped in ignorance you leave as an essential light for your time doubts and questions abound
Throughout the land fear not he who has lived among giants comes and all will be made clear
You will turn from the waste and superficial his light will touch you and you will be the army
Of truth and justice that is at the heart of this great land
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 1:23 PM UTC
What to do when you’ve got the blues
Was it me or is it you
My plans are simple
To love life and be loved too
Their must be some kinds of deception
For you must love life and need one too
Or be one of
Billions of bricks in a grand pyramid scheme
But where in the mirror thee one on top
Is the one of thee ruse
Whom is under all
And who saves all fooled
Is there one among you who is more
Or less than precious you
Come on you’all
What would you be kidding me for
Like my lies to and about you
Like I could live without you
And rather forget or shout rat at ya
Have you scrounge through ******* that ye’
may you eat
or wire tie tire scraps to the souls of your feet
For we’ve come such a long way
To be here today
While it’s not been to long
Or far to go with squabble, plunder, resource **** and plow it under
That climates are for shifting
Seasons without reasons
Masses are off for the drifting
Our earth without our gratitude we sure aren’t 'a pleasin’
Thee oceanic cradle of conception 'tis sewer now
Like could I be without thee sky above me
Would thee auto or truck eat the one last bean
And every brick without a home
Not a hunting ground
Some tillable earth or seed to sow
Toxic fish in the untamable sea
And She will do as she wants
She will do as she needs
She’ll easily come and suddenly recede
Upon her eggshell basin we drill siphon pump poison and bleed
We blow holes in the ionosphere
Magnetic shifts and solar flairs
Does our wild kingdom wish us well
Or rather see us off into exile from our hells
Of dust bowls and Goodyear treads to save our souls
Journey on wayward ones
Is not a thing sacred not a one
Holy liars say anti-christ better hurry fast
So saviors come to condemn our past
And free us from, to us what’s been done
Seven say there is the Savior
And six are sick evil ones
And we can not agree of the one
Seven times to the nth degree is what we will need
Till our actions are thee savings grace
As Great Exemplars have professed
Each of us must overcome
And Holy Creature become
In the stregnth of forgiveness
We undo to thee and us done
We are the ones to feel to see
That Love is the fire
Which is pure bravery
You forge in the now
Without the forgetting
Tomorrows you desire
Where love will rise
And set as thee One in all
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 9:23 PM UTC
Dash your art upon this stony logic and let bleed the colors. Gesso and treat the crevasses in this cliff mind and tighten your perspective.
Do not be afraid, these lines bend with your smile. Take it upon yourself to see what can’t be and make it so.
With bristled courage strike out against this ashen terrain and find your way home again. But stray not too long in the kettle warmth and poppy seeds, for even your willow locks long the sea again.
You throw salt in the eyes of those that seek you if only to season their sight. Hex and jinx in clandestine circles but do not forget that by a friends hand you learned these flairs.
Take to your faerie kind and seek the forest in yourself. Within the trees you are free.
Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 7:35 PM UTC
Soundless awakening walk ghost like blend disappear wooden poles that reach for the clouds
They display a crown of glory on the forest floor it is told in muffled shade and shadow you
Follow those that make their pilgrimage to temples of sacred stone here in these wooded
Wonders enter as a blunder but quickly you are arrested by silence and you are now dutifully
Reverent you who was formed by divine majesty melt under the power and sway humbly and
Quietly you bow to that which is amassed thick and denseness flairs in its midst is the nobility
Of timelessness you are nothing more than smoke that rises and is coaxed by a mysteries inaudible
Voice it shares the birth of years and the ageless past you feel the great quiet soul that exist here
Like no other place on earth this is not only the great purifier of air by photosynthesis but
Here the otherwise vast spirit is condensed cradled after its new birth Washington, Jefferson and
Lincoln spent solitary hours and days being transformed the scent of these trees were
Concentrated with the base element of colossal power it formed over eons of time to walk
These forest paths is to release ability first firing the great void of the mind then the heart is
Indwelled then the soul ignites into a blaze that rivals a forest fire you came as mere shadow
Stooped in ignorance you leave as an essential light for your time doubts and questions abound
Throughout the land fear not he who has lived among giants comes and all will be made clear
You will turn from the waste and superficial his light will touch you and you will be the army
Of truth and justice that is at the heart of this great land
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
I always beg you not to leave me.
I get angry, I get sad, I get afraid.
I sacrifice and sacrifice, until I think I've got no more to give up.
And then I give up more
Just to try and be absolutely sure
You won't walk away from me.
But darling... underneath I've known for a while
That all of that
Although intense, although real as an idea is
Soon as it's spoken,
Is merely a wrapping for another knowledge entirely.
The knowledge that makes me sad to look at you.
My love, you're gonna grow up,
You'll marry,
And have 2.5 kids.
You'll live, like people tend to do,
And yes, you'll do it without me-
I'm too peculiar for you.
Much too curious, much too much.
I'll be a flame that flairs and fades,
Too hot to touch
Before I'm gone.
And you'll live luke warm the way that's safe.
Nothing wrong with being how you should,
But you'd want to love someone who also could.
You see, the fear that's gnawing at me
Isn't that you'll walk away, my love,
Or even run fleeing like you did.
My fear is in knowing that the day I choose to accept it,
I will have already left you
Far behind.
That I will go on,
Have
Gone on,
And become so much more
Than just the girl who loves you,
Than just the girl who could worship at your feet.
For I did so, I do so,
Knowing already that I am worlds beyond.
I'm sad, I'm homesick, for you, my dear.
I hurt me, I hurt you,
So that I won't have to face that I'm
Missing you already,
Because I'm already gone.
And sometimes not even love like mine's enough-
Once I accept I've left,
I can feel that even if I try
I'll never be back.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC
Oh Margaret, oh my
you're a dilly dally harlot
with a penchant for burlesque
and an infatuation for berets
yet all your fancy flairs
and token airs
haven't won you any graces
of which I am aware
so take your dilly dally dancing
your incessant romancing
and go project them elsewhere
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
What happens when,
the light from the stars fades away?
What happens when,
the twines once taut fray?
What happens when,
a longing,
once together,
becomes alone?
When indifference, like bleach,
scratches and,
tears,
grinds and,
flairs,
destroys what was,
devours what's theirs.
When all is symmetric,
white as a bone.
What happens then?
why,
now,
do I feel alone.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
Oh! The wicked webs we weave
When dire days demand dire deeds
As thicket thorned, and thoughtless thieves
When fire flairs and frost shall freeze
But stand ye strong, as solid stone
Thy noble name shall ever be known
Unbreakable bastion, ye bulwark broad
A formidable fortress needs not a facade
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 3:38 PM UTC
The bright yellow-orange flame flairs in the air
as the people scream for help that never reaches them
they run for water and throw it into the flame
but the flame does not vanish
it increases as the wind blows increasing
oxygen to the flame.
The fire extinguisher on the wall is not working
the carbon dioxide inside has expired
the cries increase as people burn to the ground
and some have died due to poor tissue perfusion and fluid loss
I hear the cries of starved children in the third world country
but no one is helping them with food or clothes.
I hear the cries of those with AIDS in the hospital beds
begging for more medicine but no one is listening
it is as if they are talking to walls.
I hear the screams of prisoners being tortured
but no one is running to free them.
I hear angry shouts of those who protest against
nuclear proliferation and destruction of the planet’s ecological balance.
I hear endless pleas for justice and peace all over the world
it is a wild flame burning the whole country
and there is no consolation, light or hope.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
Pencil love
before I saw Flairs
as a child
yellow sticks
smudgy hands
scratching cars and dinosaurs
on plain white paper
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC
Sanmati, my source, is completely mine
As she never missed going to shrine.
Nor does she move slowly like a bovine.
Much was done to munch through byline
Against me or her to bypass or to confine.
Thanks to expedition that made her whine
Inner talents, flairs, bents and gifts fine.
Jain are we: active is she; before deadline
All her work is complete – quality divine.
Illegitimacy! Come thou and pour wine
Near those who still soar for heavenly design.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
He's on the grandest of stage, feel his pride in the air
The man with a taste for the most dramatic of flairs
With a mic in one hand and a sword in the other
As the ground shakes, your heart pounds, you better run from this brother
A beast that's uncaged, and he's beating his chest
"SEND ME YOUR MIGHTY, I'LL DESTROY ALL THE REST!" He's boasting and yelling, his laughter trembles through the valley
They fear and they worry, they protest and they rally
His claps makes thunder, his howls make rain
Oh what they can they do? How can he be contained? They scheme, they plan, they bicker, they plot
They can try all they can, he will never be stopped!
But really, he's that quiet man in the corner.
He watches and he learns He fuel his own fire, its no wonder his blood burns
I'm on a mission to succeed and I don't need your permission
My soul, my talent, my mind is all God given.
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 6:07 PM UTC
You can say whatever you wish
That does not translate to this fish
The waves around me do
I feel the waves and understand them well
They tell me a whole lot about you
The energy never lies
You tell me I am important to you
I know that much is true
Your right I want nothing from you
Just your time, space to unwind
But you have to know energy does not lie
I feel the energy we share
It flows freely without a care
Til our head trips light some flairs
We get lost and inside our cares
We talk it out, share our ****
Because the energy does not lie
We are indeed linked, we are very alike
This is true
And the deal is I feel energy transmitted by you
You can't hide, because I feel you
Energy does not lie
So glad we let the freak side fly
Because energy does not lie
; )
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
It spreads like an infection, the
pain, it comes and it goes, I put
on a smiling face but it gets
worse with each passing day.
It started in one place but
now it spreads, I am used
to pain but this is new as
it spreads down my legs.
Being shoved from pillar to
post, we cant help maybe
these can help, more time
to wait more time to spread.
As the pain claws at me,
temper flairs, I don't mean
to shout, but pain can make
you tired and shout at those
who love and just care.
I wish to find and defeat this
pain, I just wish it would go
away and let me be. But
another appointment to go
to, more pain that claws its
way around me, a smiley face
I let everyone see ..
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
It’s a battlefield CHRISTMAS where soldiers stand guard
Not being with loved ones is so very hard.
But you had made a decision to defend the human rights
And if it must be –then you will stand and fight.
The day is calm and in the foxhole you lay
And in your mind- you begin to pray.
“DEAR GOD “this is the day of your birth
And so many families are feeling the hurt.
They are praying where ever they can
And all we ask is for your helping hand.
Let there be peace and not one shot fired
Because as soldiers we are so very tired.
We have seen death and destruction every where
And it seems like no one cares.
Why has the human heart become so cold?
When once before their families they would hold.!
There once was flairs bursting in air
Now its bombs – and destruction they bare.
Just for this one day – all heads should bow
And give thanks for what we may have now.
So “DEAR GOD”- this is my soldier’s prayer
And with the world, your love I will share.
louis rams
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
A bunch of people
****** up people
Like, the in-the-head
Kind of ****** up
Anyway, they're just standing there
Looking at each other
And at the ground
Left, right, up and down
Then the music starts
And starts to blare
Louder and louder
"It's a sin."
The crowd begins to sway
Not gradually though
They just slam into life
Arms swinging and legs kicking
The zombies have become animate
The loonies suddenly decide, simultaneously, to let their individual freak flags fly
And you're in the middle of it
Physically stunted and slowed but mentally... all there
You lift your right leg
Place it in front of your left
The loonies/freaks/zombies continue their ritualistic, devilish, mindless movements
And there you are, too slow to even make it out of that jungle, brimming with madness
Finally, after 10 minutes or so
You make it to a chair, located on the edge of the makeshift dancefloor
You sit down, the metal like a brutal breeze to your warm behind
You sit down, and you look up at the ceiling
The music still flairs and the singer wails the same words
"It's a sin"
A lonely tear rolls down your cheek
And you know it's true
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC
As set of structures.
Built on nightmares, fears and weakness.
Game set proudness with only just a tick of truth.
Just a recipe of failure.
With just only a pinch of salt to taste fear.
We reek of unfulfilled failures.
You only matter because you live.
Strength of an ant, getting pulled to corner.
Straight out of my eye.
I am unfilled.
Only I seek a correct manner.
But as it seems, it doesn't matter.
Redemption is only served to those wronged I guess.
We were pillars of generations.
Yet unfilled.
Fields fled like flairs.
Fires meant to fly like features of fate.
Fed to fight figures of speech.
Fame's defined to be lame.
If all fails fate hails.
Unfilled.
Promises will stay unfulfilled.
Like this is not my playing field.
If only you were born to lead.
But deep inside you still have a need.
Unfilled.
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Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 3:32 AM UTC
He did not let me finish my thought of both the wrongness of what we were about to do and the regret I would suffer after. I felt his hands encircle my waist, hauling me close and flattening me on his own body. His other arm had moved up to my face, cupping my cheek and pulling me up so our eyes could meet. I felt both the gentleness and the roughness of his gaze, his dark eyes flaring with desire. He leaned down, his Lips closing in on mine, deepening in to a shivering kiss. There was non of my lover's gentleness or now, I realized, non of his restraint. He was not holding back as he drowned in the moment pulling me in with him. He tasted of sweetness and the slight tinge of copper. I felt his fingers burrow deep in to my back, sending flairs of pain and pleasure in to me. In stead of the feverish heat I had felt with my lover, here there was coldness, the utter chill that gushed out if his body, but it still did not matter because it was still perfect. Without my consent, my hand had moved up across his chest and was grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him down to my lips. I was defeated and he did not resist, Instead, his teeth crashed with mine while his tounge drew invisible lines across my shaking lips.
I moaned and pleaded for him to take me, take me from this life, because nothing will ever be as flawless as this moment . We fell in to the pool I created from my own blood, my body paling out in his arms. I felt him nod between the crook of my neck. Death never disappoints.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
ANOTHER SAD LOVE STORY
.
Let me tell you a tragic romantic tale
I won't bore you with Shakespeares
Not with Othello's tragic flaw
Nor with Romeo and Juliet's melodramatic flairs
And definitely not with the stupid love adventure of Prince of Tyre.
.
Let me tell you another sad story
Not Jack's hypothermic death in Titanic
Nor about my beloved Lucy whom I lost to the shadows of time
I won't make you snore with these
.
Love has lost her value with us
As she sits on the couch of poetry
I watch her sob, soaked in her own very tears
Because we have forgotten what she means.
Yes, we no longer know the meaning of love
... And this is the sad love story
.
Balogun-tolulope-david
Drunk poet
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 6:59 AM UTC
Night is your "Hair" with a silver there is no despair.
Arms are the branches your matter is a tree swaying in the ice cold breeze.
This fantasy is moving and jumping.
Held green light for the animals to walk threw to get a drink of water as the machines halt until the next day at noon.
Trees screaming for help a smell was contrasting all senses.
There alive as me and you are and with out them a planet turns to dirt and dust.
So hinder there strives is some what of a must busting there medal hulks are our diffusion sketches.
An artist only sets with a brush and his thoughts to examine a fair leaf fall his path of imagery ideas.
Off he goes to explore, its landing with an ideal he transits its area
Flairs filled the sky hammers slowed there strikes in boarders of agreement.
Bigger machines with solar panels came in with drones of saws for higher yields of wow.
A budget was none for there pockets were ships and canals.
The wolfs and deer cast a moon kind of spell with there egos on edge they'd beyond there hunger for flesh.
Men what's in our sky, I see its blue and crystal and mist in a breeze.
The men all ran fast he couldn't believe then the machines rusted every so instantly.
His plains were erased it was to be seemed and then on he could weep.
Nature is not like "Gold" it does bring money although it will slow breathing when gone.
So maybe this could become a song when paper planes are all that's left.
And medal doors and medals shelves.
Medal scathes your face when you open up your door.
And a melody is produced and nature smell like s'mores.
You hear it now at least for now.
The sounds of tents unfolding and being set up.
Because its summer again and smells of nature that are unbending.
Arousal your heart beat with astounding.
Your skin gets goose bumps the first sight of deer dropping's strange at fact no its just appraising.
Ants and stick also insects climb trees in fun surviving.
When a man in a beard came up hiking.
He seen this tree man was it becoming his exciting.
The insect move faster from this man of in freighting.
And hunker down and give off a sting of flight to give him something he would much not find he like.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC
When this dis-ease flairs
the world is small,
I am in a dark tunnel;
eyes open but not seeing,
moving forward but stumbling,
weary legs shuffling through the motions.
All I know is the cold, gritty stone
that scrapes these searching hands.
All I know is this dis-ease.
In the distance there’s a pin of light;
so little to look forward to.
I’m tempted to lay down
and stay here.
What if I remembered,
accepted,
the whole beauty of my-self?
Would my eyes, once blind,
shine life’s light into the dark tunnel line?
Would my heart pump fiery blood
into my legs
and muscles come alive?
I’m running now.
Hands curl into fists
to pump at my sides,
with purpose now.
Would the pin of light
get bigger and bigger
until I’m standing at the mouth?
The edge of the world
sweeps below me.
I step forward slowly, warm
where my light meets its source.
The sun and earth have been waiting
for me to come home.
Beautiful and alive,
I remember I belong.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC