"fourthly" poems - Hello Poetry

Let me begin by claiming ignorance Secondly, your voice pierces, Steadily but bluntly Like the tools of Australopithecus Thirdly, I have other things to do Fourthly, you’ll find out what it’s like to disappoint and be disappointed Fifthly, five fingers I have, five of which are for his esophagus, five of which are for you, and five are for me. Five times over, fifth times a charm, Five times over.

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Nov 28, 2011

Nov 28, 2011 at 6:12 AM UTC

razan-m

Let Me Begin By Claiming Ignorance I

Let me begin by claiming ignorance Secondly, your voice pierces, Steadily but bluntly Like the tools of Australopithecus Thirdly, I have other things to do Fourthly, you’ll find out what it’s like to disappoint and be disappointed Fifthly, five fingers I have, five of which are for his esophagus, five of which are for you, and five are for me. Five times over, fifth times a charm, Five times over.

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I love children. Okay let me rephrase that: I love children that aren't mine. I have abso-positively-fucking-lutey no responsibilities attached to them. They didn't leave my body completely wrecked. They don't look at me and call me "momma" or any other variation of the name and I love that because frankly, children scare me. Okay let me rephrase that: The idea of ruining a child's life scares me. First off: I wouldn't think my newborn child is beautiful. Newborns look like potatoes and I don't particularly find potatoes attractive. Secondly: They'd have a name that haunts them in their sleep. I named my dog Legolas after gorgeous Orlando Bloom in Lord of the Rings so don't try me. **I will name them Harry ******* Potter without batting an eyelash.** Thirdly: I will be brutally honest with them. When they ask me why the sky is blue, I will say that I don't know. I didn't pay attention enough in school to know. When they ask me why some boys kiss boys, I will say that it's perfectly normal. Mommy probably kissed some girls and boys at some point in her life. When they ask me why the little girl in their 2nd grade class comes to school with bruises on her arms, with her hair in two pigtails, a smile on her lips, but fear, loneliness, and heartbreak in her eyes, I will say that some people in this world don't deserve Angels. They don't deserve to be alive at all. When they ask me why they don't ever see their great aunt Perla, but hear her name whispered at family events, I will tell them to ask the little girl in their 2nd grade class. Fourthly: They will learn to clean house, top to bottom, The way my momma taught me. They will hate it. Then they will hate that they love it. Fifthly: I will argue with them every step of the way until they can learn to hold their own. But until then, No, you may not have $60 to go shopping. Unless you're buying books or music. Then you can have $100. Lastly: I will teach them to love. My love for them will be overbearing, smothering, and unwavering. This is how they will love their children. But when they finally ask me what love is, I will smile, bittersweetly, and say that love is... Love is drowning in the ocean, gasping for air that never quite reaches your lungs, but when it does, it hurts because water doesn't belong in your lungs. You can't help breathing the water in, however. You just want it. Want something to fill you, to overwhelm you. Love is repeating this, over and over until one day, the breathing doesn't hurt anymore. There is no more water in your lungs. Just air. There is water still, all around you, but you are not drowning anymore. You're swimming. You, my dear, sweet, beautiful, hypothetical child, are swimming! which is something that I have yet to do.

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Jul 21, 2015

Jul 21, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC

AngieAkunya

Thoughts on Procreation

I love children. Okay let me rephrase that: I love children that aren't mine. I have abso-positively-fucking-lutey no responsibilities attached to them. They didn't leave my body completely wrecked. They don't look at me and call me "momma" or any other variation of the name and I love that because frankly, children scare me. Okay let me rephrase that: The idea of ruining a child's life scares me. First off: I wouldn't think my newborn child is beautiful. Newborns look like potatoes and I don't particularly find potatoes attractive. Secondly: They'd have a name that haunts them in their sleep. I named my dog Legolas after gorgeous Orlando Bloom in Lord of the Rings so don't try me. **I will name them Harry ******* Potter without batting an eyelash.** Thirdly: I will be brutally honest with them. When they ask me why the sky is blue, I will say that I don't know. I didn't pay attention enough in school to know. When they ask me why some boys kiss boys, I will say that it's perfectly normal. Mommy probably kissed some girls and boys at some point in her life. When they ask me why the little girl in their 2nd grade class comes to school with bruises on her arms, with her hair in two pigtails, a smile on her lips, but fear, loneliness, and heartbreak in her eyes, I will say that some people in this world don't deserve Angels. They don't deserve to be alive at all. When they ask me why they don't ever see their great aunt Perla, but hear her name whispered at family events, I will tell them to ask the little girl in their 2nd grade class. Fourthly: They will learn to clean house, top to bottom, The way my momma taught me. They will hate it. Then they will hate that they love it. Fifthly: I will argue with them every step of the way until they can learn to hold their own. But until then, No, you may not have $60 to go shopping. Unless you're buying books or music. Then you can have $100. Lastly: I will teach them to love. My love for them will be overbearing, smothering, and unwavering. This is how they will love their children. But when they finally ask me what love is, I will smile, bittersweetly, and say that love is... Love is drowning in the ocean, gasping for air that never quite reaches your lungs, but when it does, it hurts because water doesn't belong in your lungs. You can't help breathing the water in, however. You just want it. Want something to fill you, to overwhelm you. Love is repeating this, over and over until one day, the breathing doesn't hurt anymore. There is no more water in your lungs. Just air. There is water still, all around you, but you are not drowning anymore. You're swimming. You, my dear, sweet, beautiful, hypothetical child, are swimming! which is something that I have yet to do.

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——To Antoi Gaudi “One that goes from Earth to eternity, to the highest.” He was the genius architect in the first place  Using matter, pure and fine He makes the life that he intends  But in arts pattern, and in science design At the second place, he was a craftsman where rigorous rectangles border a dreaming perspective, where a stream awakened, he created his life ideal  Then third, he was the naturalist, Using all he has inspired, he stated “The big book, always open and we must strive to read” is that of nature Least not last, fourthly, he was a guru “the straight line belongs to men the curved one to God ” Likewise Movement meets stillness, a line meets a shout He was always there in the history of Basilica Architecture and Geometry Art of fantasy and algebra wonders

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Nov 28, 2024

Nov 28, 2024 at 2:55 AM UTC

AngelXJ

Architecture in Mind of Natural Scientist

——To Antoi Gaudi “One that goes from Earth to eternity, to the highest.” He was the genius architect in the first place  Using matter, pure and fine He makes the life that he intends  But in arts pattern, and in science design At the second place, he was a craftsman where rigorous rectangles border a dreaming perspective, where a stream awakened, he created his life ideal  Then third, he was the naturalist, Using all he has inspired, he stated “The big book, always open and we must strive to read” is that of nature Least not last, fourthly, he was a guru “the straight line belongs to men the curved one to God ” Likewise Movement meets stillness, a line meets a shout He was always there in the history of Basilica Architecture and Geometry Art of fantasy and algebra wonders

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first, break all the rules. second, throw fear out the window. thirdly, walk the path less traveled. (discretionary) fourthly, ***** what others think. and finally be kind in an unkind world.

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Aug 2, 2017

Aug 2, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC

cherriescoco

how to be alive :

first, break all the rules. second, throw fear out the window. thirdly, walk the path less traveled. (discretionary) fourthly, ***** what others think. and finally be kind in an unkind world.

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