"founds" poems
Sweeten, let’s, a coast of dun
Therefrom which, the tides erode,
A castle to blind the mighty sun
Affront to that Poseidon, and others
On the beach.
***** the walls and battlements
Fair crystal arm the turrets
The audience of the hermit *****
Pay silent homage to the throne
Intricate are its libraries, etched
Our history inside the tomes.
Only grains of perfect stock
From which antiquity, in full credit,
Will revere the lot
And poetry of human might
Shaped and forged to kiss the day of light
Only that may suffice.
In this endeavor, no ancients will tenet
Its salty beams but the children of the morn
For we shall build the universe
From when progenitors are born.
Before it began, we were dismayed
Our future, castle, by waves waylaid
Aspirations sink, now, from shape.
But, Gods, I curse you!
Let my destiny rise free!
Look now before you:
A stone in ocean of mediocrity!
All these that build up forts
Lack in that spirit to fight, retort
**** you, **** you, waters of my doubt
Turn false the shades of realism
Which I thought it all about
**** you, **** you sands of time
For now all that founds my dreams
Is erosion of the shoreline sand.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
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The farthest Thunder that I heard
Was nearer than the Sky
And rumbles still, though torrid Noons
Have lain their missiles by—
The Lightning that preceded it
Struck no one but myself—
But I would not exchange the Bolt
For all the rest of Life—
Indebtedness to Oxygen
The Happy may repay,
But not the obligation
To Electricity—
It founds the Homes and decks the Days
And every clamor bright
Is but the gleam concomitant
Of that waylaying Light—
The Thought is quiet as a Flake—
A Crash without a Sound,
How Life’s reverberation
Its Explanation found—
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I just look at your figure,
and I die.
I live in the 1930's when its 1999
Best Beauty of the “Miss YOU *** A”
Laying coupled head to toe with the other train-sets.
Beautiful brown/blonde.
The most beautiful next to the light blue eyes of the tiger on my pc screen.
As I listen to my father figure.
I know you are mine.
Never once pacing nights after today on tile that will not know us.
Never to feel uncomfortable again.
I'll be with you.
5 inches higher than any girl I've ever called the most beautiful.
You win by more than five inches my dear.
I watch you as you sleep and you amaze me.
Utter confusion be-founds my simpleton mind.
I cannot tell if I’m just stupid.
Or if you’re just more intelligent.
Ill Hold Both Your Hands.
First time I didn't want death,
was when I held life by the throat.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 5:06 AM UTC
Looking through the window
Into the graying sky
She founds a overshadow
Rushing through and fly
The wind is blowing high
Sound is piercing the mind
Wings are wide in defy
Dust is making her blind
She wonders through the wilderness
Amazed by the stubbornness
The storm is against the flying wings
Yet the bird is fighting things
She was crying and sighing
Alone she was denying
For the things she will never have
For the things she thought she had
Into the storm she saw the bird
Majestically the life is stirred
She knew the truth out of a sudden
The bird in the sky opened the Eden
After the shadow there will be light
Fight the wind like the Kite
Open the arms and go ahead
They will be the wings wide spread….
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 4:31 PM UTC
Anthropogenic artefacts
Heart attacks
hearts attacked
Dead calm gyre
Tide line debris
You and me
and I
Beach combing
the detritus
of us
and them
and they
Invasive spaces
hidden faces
aroma of decay
Kicking over seaweed mounds
Lost and founds
Seeking out sun sparkled jewels
the aroma of decay
the plastic looks like ruby
the netting gossamer light
life moves amongst the mass
massing moving living
and dying
I save one shell
to liberate the memory
To fix it
in the opalescent bisque
pocketed
treasured
that tide line
left behind remains
from us
all of us
Everyone tries
amongst the stinking tangle
of uselessness
of spoil
to see the value
to seek and love the life
appreciating
interpreting
beauty in our tideline
Personal life left overs
the things we leave behind
left behind
beached beyond doubt
dried beyond quenching
Those hours
objects
people and places
those cruel elements
took away
Stripped from us
only to dispose of them
because they could
because we could not stop them
Tide line
physical
metaphorical
epitomized by those eyes
that shell
the reason
why walking on beaches
makes us feel better
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 9:23 AM UTC
Close to you
I was filled inside
Another glimpse
of a words divine.
Close to you
Silent absorbed
and new melody founds
O ~ my souls want to sing.
Close to you
and new days begins
To be filled inside
deep embrace and love.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 4:46 AM UTC
Serendipity swiftly swoops in to remind thee
That it's never too late to change who we are
We all started at point A, and meet at point B
All born with a different make and model of car
Open your eyes to synchronicity and join the free
Coincidences can only be explained just so very far
So join me in serenity and lets chase our destiny
Instead of suffocating like a captured firefly in a jar
Lets Travel, Far and Wide
Leaps and Bounds
Share Secrets and Confide
Create Sacred Grounds
Lets Swim to the Moon at High Tide
While the Earth makes her Rounds
They'll never know if we truly died
We are the never lost, always founds
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
I said "You've never done this with someone like me"
She said "How do you know?"
Because there's no one like me
Most who **** me want to fight me
Most who fight me just say **** it
Because I'm so persistent they've just had enough of it
I read text books recreationally because I feel ignorant and unworthy
I go through self defeating tangents where I wake up at 2 pm and still fall asleep early
I've been called the most benevolent happy and loving person people have ever known
To other people I was a soulless destructive retch since I was barely grown
I tend to run into glass houses dual wielding stones
Money founds my philosophies so I spend most of my time alone
She looked disappointed, what was moans turned to groans
Then strapped up her bra and started the long journey home
Just being real lady.....
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
***respect and honor
charged with a heart not your own
trust founds truest love***
❤❤❤
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
This Universe Without Edge
like Endless way of our Love
as tender kiss, very strong
burns the earth and above
as earthquake in tough wag
Agitating chills in each wave
in a movement such a flag
crimped move to dissolve
In true image of Analog
fusion of Feelings to Save
Will You Keep Them In Cage?
Or Free Them To Feel Alive?
Stealing My Heart with Strong Drag
To Hold It With You In Your Grave?
The Time Admits Not Flowers Not Leaves
Makes Daggers At The Sharpened Eaves,
To You Hard Crescent, As She Hangs
While You Focus On What She Founds
In My Univers There Is Two Marks
Twilight Mirror Reflecting Her Face
A Symbol That Nature Really Likes
The Other One Was Just To Be Wise
My Words, My Songs And My Poems
To Make Them A Symbol Of My Case
Her Love Like A Candle In Dark Place
Such Sun And The Lighting She Makes
To Keep Her Self Away Of What She Hates
And Show The World Her Only Prince
She Fall In His Love Early And Twice
Till The Other Far Part Of univers
Where Everything Cold Such Ice
Lighting Hard To Let Her Trace
The Time Admits Not Flowers Not Leaves
Makes Daggers At The Sharpened Eaves,
To You Hard Crescent, As She Hangs
While You Focus On What She Founds
Author / Aladdin Aures HAMDI
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
There was once man.
He awoke one day and found that he could no longer stand, but he had a plan.
With a well placed hand he stood once more.
Looking, looking he never founds the source of his confusion.
But a bright light blinded him with a woman's illusion.
With his eyes on hers, he opened his mouth to speak.
Nothing came out, so he dropped to his knees.
Her had on his shoulder, she started to weep.
This man could not stand, could not stand his defeat. JMThere was once man.
He awoke one day and found that he could no longer stand, but he had a plan.
With a well placed hand he stood once more.
Looking, looking he never founds the source of his confusion.
But a bright light blinded him with a woman's illusion.
With his eyes on hers, he opened his mouth to speak.
Nothing came out, so he dropped to his knees.
Her had on his shoulder, she started to weep.
This man could not stand, could not stand his defeat. JM
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 1:03 AM UTC
Have so many days passed
since those shining lights were to
iris pressed, or have I just
covered my eyes?
Every man speaks of time
and how fast it flies
but I believe that it
gets off a hard day of work,
barges in the door,
founds its spot on the couch
and then collapses
with a gentle sigh.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
There resides here a soul named Often
No more fitting a name could it be
For so often does Often find solace
In the darkness which has him besieged
For although the emotion is torture
There is something his pain cannot hide
There is depth to a soul brought down to its knees
When the hope still within will not die
He’s journeyed each night through the hours
For in sleep, he is slave to the dark
The light founds him restless and weary
Though they both find him tortured of heart
Yet, his passions continue to drive him
To find beauty in madness and pain
For the darkness brings light to the blinded of sight
And the knowledge the fight’s not in vain
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
There was once man.
He awoke one day and found that he could no longer stand, but he had a plan.
With a well placed hand he stood once more.
Looking, looking he never founds the source of his confusion.
But a bright light blinded him with a woman's illusion.
With his eyes on hers, he opened his mouth to speak.
Nothing came out, so he dropped to his knees.
Her had on his shoulder, she started to weep.
This man could not stand, could not stand his defeat. JMThere was once man.
He awoke one day and found that he could no longer stand, but he had a plan.
With a well placed hand he stood once more.
Looking, looking he never founds the source of his confusion.
But a bright light blinded him with a woman's illusion.
With his eyes on hers, he opened his mouth to speak.
Nothing came out, so he dropped to his knees.
Her had on his shoulder, she started to weep.
This man could not stand, could not stand his defeat. JM
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 1:03 AM UTC
I dreamt about you
in colour.
Our arms intertwined 'round each other's waists
A silent film;
Saw your lips move but
didn't hear the sound they made
Walking down that endless path
Filled with bushes and brambles
For us, the most beautiful place
I remember the afternoon
We made our way down
the same dirt track
And my hand founds its way into yours
Our skin dry from chlorine
I wish I'd found the courage then
to tell you I loved you
and I wanted you back
But my eyes couldn't meet your gaze
And we left it at just that
So there I lay, not wanting to wake
Because you were in my arms,
and not a thousand miles away
But dreams are sacred only because they end
Fading fast until only wisps remain
Wisps which could never replace
having you next to me
But until I see you again darling,
I'll keep dreaming
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Friends
They are like a rare flower that blooms silently, even in the dark.
They are founds spontaneously sometimes
Or sometimes right from your start
A friend
Is with you forever
But in some cases
The friendship has an end
A friend
Is there to hear every word
From new love and breakups
From accomplishment and fails
A friend
Doesn't turn on you
Isn't shady or judgemental
A friend
Is always next to you
To the end of time
And when the two are you and together
There are nothing but smiles
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
Her lungs are screaming out,
Wishing, their begging for air,
But she refuses to listen to them.
She keeps herself down, she’s not listening;
She holds back her body from trying to come back up to the surface.
Her whole body is shaking, and wishing for her to stop this madness,
But she keeps on refusing, she keeps herself down,
With a smile plastered on her face, because soon she’ll be “free”.
She has made her decision; she is letting the lake take her away,
She is letting herself drown; she has enough of all the pain, she’s ready to go.
Then finally her body stops trying,
She is so tense anymore, she is relaxed and at peace,
And all you can see is the last of her tears, and a gently smile that founds its way back onto her face.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
white is the colour of something new, without being a colour.
white is nothing. what makes it something. something that screams without saying anything and at the same time it’s noiseless.
white is like crystal snowflakes that swirls in the ocean blue sky and searches for his something. his colour. and when he founds his colour. he falls into that colour and that nothingness white changes into something.
a new bright colour.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
Where are the thoughtful s, the brilliants
those young Turks of mine times with tomes ablaze
the searing searches for wisdom in flights of discoveries
soaring into heightened ideas and dives in Philosophy pools
sparring with edifices of futures past and present yet to show
The magic of minds invigorated anew
knowledge incoming and endless forays in disciplines testings
midnight oils burning as brains are lit and wonders founds in old
new skills come in and in growth and understandings you dance
versatility you embrace in bloom of maturity and richness in minds
Talk Shakespeare and see Homer with Sartre
ratios and equations take on compounds and Periodic Tables
the ***** in biology makes ******* covers even more relate-able
Byron says it sweetly and Solzhenitsyn talks Gulag in Mein Kampf
one day in Imperialism while another in Totalitarianism all ideas
My kingdom for knowledge and the trained minds
oh such joy the vista of erudition and peace of understanding
the harvesting of a million lights to banish fears and shame duds
confidence of the unconfined thoughts and enamored teachers
the august seat in a world where diversity is undreaded and calm
Thus never a war of minds or feigned stances
nothing akin to the posturing fakes and usurpers dim et vacant
or them charlatans lacking gainful foundations in pretentious airs
bovine bullies coated in ignorance manifesting idiocies a la pride
sham laughable buffoons strangling Art for art sake, dopes for free
So look below and see the infertile minds in fallow
base and dank coarse and idle with the occasional sprouts
incapable in essence limited in orientations like a pack of jackals
ignorant and belligerent or puffed up in fear like a capon in anger
nothing enlightened, positive, constructive or gainful just angst
mired in the blame game with limited senses and ignorance raving
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC