"frighted" poems
O Sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weight my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?...
O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile
In loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch
A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell?...
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose?
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men
Go out and track the badger to his den,
And put a sack within the hole, and lie
Till the old grunting badger passes by.
He comes an hears—they let the strongest loose.
The old fox gears the noise and drops the goose.
The poacher shoots and hurries from the cry,
And the old hare half wounded buzzes by.
They get a forked stick to bear him down
And clap the dogs and take him to the town,
And bait him all the day with many dogs,
And laugh and shout and fright the scampering hogs.
He runs along and bites at all he meets:
They shout and hollo down the noisy streets.
He turns about to face the loud uproar
And drives the rebels to their very door.
The frequent stone is hurled where’er they go;
When badgers fight, then everyone’s a foe.
The dogs are clapped and urged to join the fray’
The badger turns and drives them all away.
Though scarcely half as big, demure and small,
He fights with dogs for hours and beats them all.
The heavy mastiff, savage in the fray,
Lies down and licks his feet and turns away.
The bulldog knows his match and waxes cold,
The badger grins and never leaves his hold.
He drives the crowd and follows at their heels
And bites them through—the drunkard swears and reels
The frighted women take the boys away,
The blackguard laughs and hurries on the fray.
He tries to reach the woods, and awkward race,
But sticks and cudgels quickly stop the chase.
He turns again and drives the noisy crowd
And beats the many dogs in noises loud.
He drives away and beats them every one,
And then they loose them all and set them on.
He falls as dead and kicked by boys and men,
Then starts and grins and drives the crowd again;
Till kicked and torn and beaten out he lies
And leaves his hold and crackles, groans, and dies.
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It Was A Warm Spring Day,
In Our Downtown Home,
White Paint Was Lethargically Pealing,
Off The Siding Which Lay Beneath Curling Vines,
I Still Remember Your Smile Daddy,
Your Coal Colored Hair Lingering In The Breeze,
As You Asked Me, "Do You Wanna See?"
I Nodded Not Quite Sure What I Was Going To See,
You Gently Lifted Me Up,
Put Me On Your Shoulders Like You Always Did,
And Let Me Peer Inside A Forest Of Vines,
And What I Saw Both Frighted And Enchanted Me,
Something Completely New,
A Little House Wren Who Cradled Her Eggs,
And Looked At Me,
Her Heart Beating Quickly,
"She's Protecting Her Babies," You Whispered,
"Just Like I'll Always Protect You"
"Hi," I Said And Held Out My Hand,
The Little Wren Flew Away And I Sobbed,
"Why Was It Scared Of Me Daddy?"
"It Was Only Letting You See It's Eggs"
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
I am on your chest of fighting pearls
Like a rack of phobias hovering over you
I push my eight legs hard between your ribs
As not only your pupils dilate
Your ribcage is wide open for me
To feast merciless on your frighted heart
I watch you with my thousand hooded eyes
As you arch your back with eyes closed
You hate so many things
Like morning breath and crumbs
But I will push this acrid vapour into you
As I press your back deep through the floor
I will take you there, come with me
Where you cannot go, by yourself
Don’t kneel before me, get the **** up and face
As we both push on to unpaced frontiers...
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 4:52 AM UTC
Just woke up now
My eyes still puffy
Can't believe this lovely dream
I had of being with you.
I dreamt I took a plane to you
And stole into your house
Crept around in search of you
But heard voices, hid beneath a bed!
Then some granny came into that room
Shuffling in and mumbling low
She lay down on that bed and tried
To wrestle comfort from sagging mattress.
Her nagging complaints drew them all
While I froze in fear, yet so alive
I shut my eyes and waited bated breath
While they tended to the dame.
Then you leaned down and saw me there
I turned, you looked right into frighted deer eyes
You ensconced the granny to another room
All left the room, turned out the lights.
Then fifty minutes later, when all asleep
I felt you pulling out me
All stiff by now, we rubbed a bit abed
And settled into shy embrace.
You kissed my eyes by sullen moon
Raking crescent fingernails over me
Barely hold the delight; no more
Dazzling slivers of light dance in your eyes.
But with time not on our side
We subtly reach that exquisite point
Where I hover twixt your crux
I wait and wait, then gently ****** ....
I yearn for you to move with me, oh!
And when you do, you writhe and twist
Then delicious thrills outwit in surprising bend
As you . . .
(.......)
(Daddy, daddy, please I want some ice-cream!)
Ohhhhh, crap!
This sure is one bedazzled catnap I did not want hijacked.
Star Toucher, 09 March 2013
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
Oh Life! I breathe thee in the breeze,
I feel thee bounding in my veins,
I see thee in these stretching trees,
These flowers, this still rock's mossy stains.
This stream of odours flowing by
From clover-field and clumps of pine,
This music, thrilling all the sky,
From all the morning birds, are thine.
Thou fill'st with joy this little one,
That leaps and shouts beside me here,
Where Isar's clay-white rivulets run
Through the dark woods like frighted deer.
Ah! must thy mighty breath, that wakes
Insect and bird, and flower and tree,
From the low trodden dust, and makes
Their daily gladness, pass from me--
Pass, pulse by pulse, till o'er the ground
These limbs, now strong, shall creep with pain,
And this fair world of sight and sound
Seem fading into night again?
The things, oh LIFE! thou quickenest, all
Strive upwards toward the broad bright sky,
Upward and outward, and they fall
Back to earth's ***** when they die.
All that have borne the touch of death,
All that shall live, lie mingled there,
Beneath that veil of bloom and breath,
That living zone 'twixt earth and air.
There lies my chamber dark and still,
The atoms trampled by my feet,
There wait, to take the place I fill
In the sweet air and sunshine sweet.
Well, I have had my turn, have been
Raised from the darkness of the clod,
And for a glorious moment seen
The brightness of the skirts of God;
And knew the light within my breast,
Though wavering oftentimes and dim,
The power, the will, that never rest,
And cannot die, were all from him.
Dear child! I know that thou wilt grieve
To see me taken from thy love,
Wilt seek my grave at Sabbath eve,
And weep, and scatter flowers above.
Thy little heart will soon be healed,
And being shall be bliss, till thou
To younger forms of life must yield
The place thou fill'st with beauty now.
When we descend to dust again,
Where will the final dwelling be
Of Thought and all its memories then,
My love for thee, and thine for me?
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roam the fingers, thin and light.
beguile by the brooks, chilly and frighted.
rust in trunks, ****** bells in hums,
greens they run, yellows the sun.
down the ripples, silent and long;
appear books, of language and song.
in the books, shall be love-
veiled beyond views
from branches I once sew;
the stains in the berries, the one in teas,
redden every morning, on laced napkins;
the love of ballet songs; in waves of faerie wands;
The cloaked mist, in time, of the faces I still want.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
I’m gliding, not fighting
As I enter later years.
I’m skating, not debating
As I face my aging fears.
I see what I was afraid of
Were just phantasms only.
They leave too many scared
With talk of being lonely.
Go away with bearboo talk.
Nobody is frighted here.
It’s just another day for me
It’s nothing but another year!
Age is not the bogeyman
It comes along with the ride.
It’s part of what made my life
It’s proof that I have tried.
**** and chest swapped places
My hair is wandering south.
All that goes very swiftly
Is my energy and my mouth.
Everything is changing now
I am not a kid any more.
I spend time in pharmacy aisles
More than the rest of the store.
But none of this unexpected.
I watched others go through it.
It’s not like it was ever a secret.
No mystery. I totally knew it.
So I plan to celebrate this stage
Which means I must slow down
And take things as they come
No reason to whine, cry or frown.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
You ask me how
I will do it.
I never told you
but I will slit my throat
in front of the person
that anger me the most.
I wanna see blood, red
and frighted eyes.
Scared for life.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
There in a corner is a messed up kid
But no one knows
They never speak or rise their hand
You will never hear a word
They keep to the shadows
So no one sees them
However
They see you
They hear you
They notice everything
But they will never step forward
As they are frighted of what
Might happen if they step
In others way
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
Adorned in flowers, you will look to the sky.
Garnished with clovers, your body will sigh.
A breath to the aspens lining your road,
shading your skin in the sun of the grove.
Come down silver hands from the aerial realm
and you recall the words of the old St. Anselm.
For he argued that 'Being is greater than not being'
And you are no longer frighted by the hell
you are seeing.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
'All they who thoughtless are, nor heed,
What timeDeath's messengers appear,
Must long the pangs of suffering feel
In some base body habiting.
But all those good and holy men,
What time they see Death's messengers,
Behave not thoughtless, but give heed
To what the Noble Doctrine says;
And in attachment frighted see
Of birth and death the fertile source,
And from attachment free themselves,
Thus birth and death extinguishing.
Secure and happy ones are they,
Released from all this fleeting show;
Exempted from all sin and fear,
All misery have they overcome.'
Anguttara-Nkaya, iii.35
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
Broken hearts and worried minds
In love; but frighted, all of the time of time
It sits and watches, seeing things happen
Always wonderin', thinkin', lookin', and crackin'
That worryful heart always thinking the worst
Cause its been ripped and torn, and never picked first
The things it has been through, the things it has seen
The people who've stabbed it, the ones who've been mean
It makes it hard to trust when someone offers help
Even though it lets out a cry and a yelp,
But that heart does get healed in time,
By friends, family, and temporary love that seems just fine
But then that heart gets hurt again
By that love, or that friend, so it asks, when?
When will it find someone so dear?
someone to hold is tight and near.
When will it see the pain go away?
To see the end of this unending fray.
To know what its like to worry no more.
To truly have love.... amor
That heart will worry, tense up, and sigh
But it will always keep quiet, watch, and try.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
the seeking eye that even seems to speak
of urgent matters at an early time
is the best weapon wielded by the weak
not in the option given to the meek
to keep heads lowered as the sweet bells chime
the seeking eye that even seems to speak
looks through a wall apparently unique
but hidden in its recesses and grime
is the best weapon wielded by the weak
a simple tool not modern nor antique
whose users have come under in their prime
the seeking eye that even seems to speak
and not been frighted they are past critique
able to know just where in the long climb
is the best weapon wielded by the weak
those who are able find they are to peek
in hidden places for the true sublime
the seeking eye that even seems to speak
is the best weapon wielded by the weak
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC
As a traveler of a certain Pace,
i have seen a million faces,
but i stood appalled,
by the shadow that called my name from the rest,
one who singled me out from my peers,
calling me out inciting my fears,
i stood frighted and yet somewhat relived,
by the smoothing tone of his voice,
he knew my name which came as a surprise,
even though it twas a tough decision,
i heard his words and he fled from vision,
many years would pass on by,
before he would once again meet my eyes,
but it was on the day of my death,
when i would find him again,
as i laid sick slipped into the fray,
i closed my eyes and he whispered welcome home old friend
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
Shallow Victoryprose for enmities
Where were you when I was tied to a tight right fright fight flight- out of site- bed of nails?
Where were you as I climbed the river’s apex- onto the bridge to jump into the grubby gray filthy foul nubilous turbid Yarra River during afternoon peak hour?
A couple of years later I found a path that led me to solid ground.
The floor of leaves: ashen brown- dried from the autumn skies that frighten the forest walls lived my torso and mind.
Decision plus: chambering up the tree-big burly branches to hang on to or to just hang: whatever you please- I swung backwards and jumped down only to feel fervently frighted and let down by myself.
Bad reasoning is the corner stone of every neuro-domapine- lacking- serotonin- high- chemical- affected-aneurysm-apocolptic-trip-of- nine- inch holes- cranium-madness
Am I supposed to weep at a funeral every other time?
Or cry at birthdays?
I don’t know anymore.
Lost the music in the ears.
Loud as London buses.
To Camden Town or Finsbury Park
Back North where we lunch in Hampstead Heath.
Meeting with the dead-turning life into sugar- was my soul brain fed properly.
Nice to hear the dream come truly alive.
Ears are made of wax.
Eyes to peer in.
Tax merchants visiting their wards.
I exist as a soiled tar glum stolen by a grub ancient times ago.It’s about the whole rage. Ripping into your sick mind and gut stripped out of you like a lamb slaughtered.
Another organic area of bile.
Living with a sin or kin.
Blabber- bub-drums-it into a ball
Dearth path laugh quark
Dim- win-din-pinned and high on smack
Hot tot rot amaze me with your scream number 1
Bella- we all been one sometime
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 5:51 AM UTC
endless suffocation the lost mixed up cut off generation
see i can claim that im a different patient
i sat here face full emotion but the rope tightens
cant lie im frighted its damnation
empty and die i try to be patent
forcing the tears but i aint crying im dying
drugs were used to escape my chemical
warfare its not the problem it the root
i scream when there's no one there life
aint fair as it seems its just another suicide scare
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
It was a
DARK and STORMY
night of
ALL HALLOWS EVE,
Where the spooks
roam the night,
and have you quivering
in your knees,
Such Cold chill in the air,
Is a creatures
delight,
To run up on you and
****** you,
is your biggest fright.
They do it with force
and they do it with ease,
To seek what they want
and to chase who
they please.
As you Shriek in fear,
The creature is near,
You try to run and hide,
TOO LATE,
COS, IT'S HERE!!!!
Your Teeth start to
chattering,
and your knees are shaking
hearing WHISPERS in
the DARK and you are
suddenly awakened
You look around,
for the frighted sounds,
But there's no one around,
SO YOU START TO WIND DOWN.
THIS HALLOWS NIGHT HAS
GONE TO YOUR HEAD, BUT
YOU'RE SAFE IN YOUR HOUSE,
SO YOU GO RIGHT TO BED.
The COLD and the STILLNESS
of a STORMY NIGHT
Brings chills
down your spine
and gives you such a FRIGHT,
of a fate of your PLIGHT.
The WHISPERS in the DARK
of MYSTERIES ARE UNSEEN,
The hunt is on
So:
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!
B.R.
Date: 10/6/2024
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 8:46 PM UTC