"gest" poems
Whitest of white against the darkest of black
Tossed around in the biggest of waves; I'm but a tiny speck
Prominent like the moon out on a sunlit sky
Attempting to live again after every night I die
Time slips by... The days have come and then gone
Drawing the curtains of dusk; to unveil the arrival of dawn
To everything else we should be indifferent because for each other we truly care
At opposites we stand for I am here while you are there...
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
Death awaits
Beyond the gates,
Of the mortal walls that we call life.
The man that's there,
Gives an empty stare
And carries a heavy scythe.
An abstruse hand he lends
As he tends,
To be generous in this fateful gest.
The lost soul reaver,
The great bereaver
Who delivers your eternal rest.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
Against the gentlest ashen bones n’ flesh
I brush my skin and devour this gest
Driveling to stretch these moments last
For let me relish this spell afore;
My beloved becomes my precious past
On this illusory floor of lustrous dreams
I smash the glass of self-esteem
Tapping and whirling until I’m bereaved
For let me evanesce in pulse afore;
The hour is struck of my beloved’s leave
I pluck the leaves of my insanity n’ grief
And brew it well with my rusty belief
On this unsullied tongue I taste the wine
For let me drink before they lift;
Walls around my beloved’s shrine
Over the tormented waters;
I build a wharf and cast my woes
And I lay in peace as a sleeping child
Whilst averting noises n’ my cries
For let me rest in peace afore;
Veils are laid as my beloved dies
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
There once was a student named Gest.
Among all his classmate,he's best.
He dumped all his books
and followed all
cooks.
Which lastly he failed much the rest.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
i'll die of a bottle cut my neck lays, drips
Waiting for re sus citation
Wanting rec i pro city
tickle down monopoly
Aye diabolical necklace ripped
Watershed light on Plateau Vistas
Wishful thinking washed up beached whales
Supernovas pangyrize death seen shaded in roses.
i dye bottle called negl i gents
Water wars UN nest estuary
When pet roll eaves seed li n e wall
its cash flow exsiccate ration al
If i could fold lyricigami tighter
you could read or di gest and
your actions would still gather
dust on the shelf of apathy
You would kick coke bottles
filled with hot air and promises
on the sahara ocean shore and
wonder why waves didn't clean
the sand off your feet.
Take your hands off the wall
its time you can't by and by
demarcation in between
life in blood air in water
put oil in sea
what seed grows money
what Sun loves Farther
away to love Slaughter
Earth mother dawn gone
man i p u late den der her
thirst is everything a
mess age nad e bac le
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
spierdalaj!
ha ha!
stonoga w pończochach
czy mój palec dribble dribble
i pseudo Ronaldo Caesar kiwa,
lazy wachaniem, rękopisem kćuka?
mara jakiegoś życia w rąb
epitaph; urodzony i zgon roku
dnia, mesiącem, pa pa (gest ręką,
szyfrem: do wi dze nia).
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
nam wszystkim dopisują, biel
skóry! demokracja ozorem ich
znaczy tyle samo co bydła krew!
o rękopis pizd, hu ha,
rękopis naprawde: no, ten
łók walii! nagle w nad-kilometr
łokciem w dal i ruch z przodem,
łokciem między afery kilo wiepsza -
nie wyryte w kamień, tak nagle od
przysięgi? katahez brak? co ja pytam
od narodu w nagłej dumy z papierzem
i pieprzem?!
o cud? ha ha! cud? ha ha! kicham i
to samo mam co wy raptem pseudo-żydem.
lepiej jeden bałwan w drugi bałwan tropem
w mgnięcie oczu na stopienie miecza w rtęć...
i mówie: PO LI TY KA?
to przybliża twardówke nad osioła gest:
by równać się z kimaniem kozioła w ząb chat chat chat?
że kimanie jest równe kiwaniem z luzem na
obydwie rubryki tak w palette sauerkraut -
to sie zgadzam po polsku impromptu;
ale ta kobieca przepaść... nagle przepaść...
ale też nagle okulary przeciw-słoneczne,
i wieczna noc, o której zawsze wspomne, by
zaćmić dzień.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
Everywhere
I see you everywhere.
Around every corner,
Up every stair
You are there.
I catch a glimpse
Of your hand, your hips, a swaying skirt,
Or a leg, a shoe that belongs to you.
Only to have it snatched from sight.
Was it her?
Was I right?
A familiar gest spotted in a milling crowd
A split second recognition of something I know
So unique it can only be you.
Is my mind going round in circles?
A scratched record of a fleeting second
Recalling a moment
And playing it over and over again in my head
For my eyes to dream of and see.
The next time we meet
I’ll ask- Was it you?
But then again, perhaps I won’t
There is no need to.
(Gerry Aldridge)
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
You are all wrapped up in your hostility remarkably
Handsome with that impish grin, hand playing
With the hem of the defensiveness I’m in.
You always step just a bit to close to test
Something in this
To gest at something
Better than this competition,
You would like us to both win.
Bite your lip again I like to think
You are more than a mistake that’s not mine to make,
Sometimes
I think…
I should let you win
And if you came here to press on my skin,
Pull at the edges of my uncertainty,
I might just let you in.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
. Oh
. middle
. finger
How I do need
thy simple gest
to handle the
*** holes who
oft cross the
rue of my day
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
There's a song in my heart
I cannot sing
Only because
You're not here with me yet
So many things left unsaid
So many words spoken in gest
Was it all truth
Or have I been deceived
I have gone through my process
Something you've been lingering on
I got clean
But I cannot really see a difference in you
Why am I still sitting here
Waiting for you to come home
Have I been blinded
By the one thing I never believed in
Love is blind
I believe it now
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 2:05 PM UTC
You are the color brown.
It’s silly but when you say
It’s cuz I’m brown huh,
I’m smiling for another reason.
You are open to the summer sky,
Free feeling like my favorite season.
The ground under stumbling feet.
Ready to catch me,
Your stable reserved soft so warm.
You are all around me,
Awe inspiring astounding.
Leave me calm and centered, and heart pounding.
You’re the heat, flickering in front of me.
Flames fluttering, spontaneous,
the smell of musk, earth and sweet smoke,
Swirling, and taking me in.
Words unafraid to be spoke
You spoke then,
Whispers of the truth,
You know I’m broken.
Coals warm and glowing.
It’s the words you give to me,
No it’s the subtle sway in your walk,
It’s the sincere sound of your voice,
That one look when you talk.
No none’s lost in gest ,
Its that feeling I have deep in my chest.
When I cry , and you don’t reach,
Because you love me.
It’s in the way you never called,
Hopped in the car to get me.
Let it be said I can’t know
What you feel, but I know,
That you love me, I can’t begin to know
What you gave in hopes
that right now I’d be happy.
If I could say one thing ,
And have you know that I mean it.
Whisper one truth in the hopes that you’d see it .
I never chose him because you weren’t worth it.
I would give you my heart,
But half has been engaged,
Now I’m lost in myself choked by the haze.
And I say it again,
My choice was made for me,
I cannot win;
I guess I’ll just say,
You’re just barely more
than my very good friend.
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 8:44 PM UTC
Dark skies are falling through the town, the mist
Strolls along the damp cobblestone walkway.
He comes alone, only with scythe assist.
Path and scythe, cruelly curved, long and grey.
He walks along, at all never stopping
While this wretched creature beckoned me near.
Held in place, but my heart not yet falling.
Angel of death, a lovely pale reaper.
Embrace of Death is all that gives me hope.
The one whom will take me into the mist.
Reaching in my ***** my soul to *****
It submitting within his bony fist
Playing with heart-strings, his fateful gest
He, who delivers me eternal rest
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
To you
A thorn will remain a thorn that ******
even if it is a garden of heaven to rest.
Make your escape before the thorn tricks
you into believing it is a beautiful gest.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
❤❤
Do you know that..
For love is a word,
it has a meaning,
delicate like a bird,
free without a ceiling,
joyfully they sing,
and fight for their being.
On the tree they swing,
for love is healing...
Do you know that..
I'm at the door.. knock knock..
Still waiting .. no one opened..
I wish I could break the lock..
But deep inside I'm not welcome..
I can't enter.. there is a block after a block..
Love was accompanying me in every step I stepped..
For true love is rare, we should enjoy and not to mock,
I don't want to be pushy and make you feel stressed..
I accept being alone.. I'm not in shock
Having you in my life makes me feel blessed..
Still waiting.. still in love.. tik tok goes the clock..
Do you know that..
I think of you every night,
my heart had so many things to say,
but kept quiet,
In the dark... I followed a ray,
looked to the sky and the moonlight,
I saw a bay from far away,
wished to be there through my sight,
taking with me the pain of everyday,
was barefoot in the cold sand,
the waves hit the rocks,
and on my skin I felt the water spray.
Suddenly, I saw you there on this Fairyland,
smelled the seabreeze,
you held my hand,
thought it's the right moment to seize..
My eyes said it all... in every breath I breathe...
Do you know that..
I wrote so many words,
hidden, never been sent,
we walked in different roads,
still every word is felt,
and has its own scent,
as they were truly all meant...
Do you know that..
There was something we really missed,
we never had the chance and kissed,
it's not about the way I dressed.
In every way, I always did my best,
and all I got.. is a thank you for the gest...
Do you know that..
Life is like a boat,
in the sea the storm hits,
to make a long story short,
for the storm, the boat lurches and spins,
people strive for life, young and old,
dreadfully it sinks,
some people drown and others float,
as if they were born with tails and fins,
far away floats a wooden board,
the perseverant wins,
the apathetical is not aboard,
and the failing says it's not my fault...
Do you know that..
Pensively.. I watch the flowers in the Spring and and count the leaves in the Fall,
ignoring whatever tomorrow will bring..
happy or sad, big or small,
will be happy with everything,
will overcome the obstacles and demolish every wall..
To every hope I will cling,
focusing and moving towards my goal..
To the stars.. I stare and think,
wondering if I gave my all..
The Shining Star gave me a wink..
Telling me with pride.. to stand tall..
❤❤
Nermine
13/1/2021
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 5:23 AM UTC
I knocked and knocked
and shivered in the cold
But nobody did open the door
I was waiting outside
like an unwelcome guest
with no one to greet me
or to hearken to my gest
I come along every night
by your doorstep for just a sight of you
or maybe a whisper of your voice
If not, only a digitally inscribed word or two
However, my chances are few
since there's no one at home and there's nothing to say
I leave with nothingness for the night
To come again by the day
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
o, chyrp i trumna, na gest! (co polak wie... żyd skargi! i jemu ten warty holocaust! konieć! twe ulice, nasze kamienice... m'eh kości.... twe pyrh... w twe total: m'eh kości i zwane kamienice... te teraz zwane ulice, o skarge zwaną: izrael).
bardzo łatwo zabić kogoś,
tym czasem,
samym czasem jest łatwo...
w tych czasach tak samo....
bo powód?
nuda!
tak nudno, po protu żyć...
nie-zwykle, bo tak po prostu... żyć...
ogier i w ranek... jak niby rynek.
w bieli snu
albo w czarni targu.
o tym! na rozkaz cie,
roztrzelić mamy w dal na sens: oto traf;
adwant... w cierpliwości
nadać: w imie ojca, i syna,
i ducha... świętégo...
you're going to study in oxford
with that gob's worth of demands?
rozmáchá... unfold.
i'll be honest with you...
that's actually ukranian idiosyncrasy...
isn't so much a case of language
unsaid,
when so much of it is
being said;
we'd like to have said, and read:
a volume for a pressure for less;
let's say that...
and then imagine ourselves riding
bicycles in the countryside,
rather than suggesting ourselves to prescribe
ourselves the image of ourselves
riddled by inner-city beijing e.g.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
Out into the great great land of West,
a lad met a lady all dressed up in red.
"Ahoy now wait. Don't scurry away.
Take my hand and let me guide thy way."
She stopped short, startled in dismay.
"Now young lad, don't step beyond your grace.
I can do no such gest. It is best to tread alone this way."
The young scout, deaf to refusals at hand,
stepped closer, till she could feel that he was indeed a man.
"I'm no boy thou can fan away.
I give no flatterings to Love. Thou shalt follow me
till we both age or die young with disgrace"
With no buzz she followed his trace.
Her long red dress turned maroon with age.
Walk and walk, be sure to sing not to buzz.
"I'm no bee but a bird in a cage.
I have no freedom, I have no will.
I have no courage, no bravery.
The strength I took to trim my hair,
and wear hardy shoes and wander the woods,
is all gone in one moment's gloom.
Be it joy in the crooked man's eye.
Be is happiness woven into a ring.
Be it Time that will sew the wounds again,
and the scar, I will cherish till my dying day."
Like a hymn she would hum this tune.
Like Fate, he would carry her till he could
put her down and whisper gently and softly,
"Now my bird, we have come to a halt.
I see no light beyond the horizon. Thou made me believe
in such foolish games. I've danced to your tune.
Thou shalt sing no more, for I have no rythm in me.
Freedom is what I can give. Let Age carry you alone,
whilst it will let me sleep."
The bee in a bird's role could finally see,
The blossoms, soft and weak
are her residence,
not a weary man's cave with no sheets.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
post scriptum:
sowiecka chmara...
sowiecki: szmer szarości...
wolna ręka
na viß-à-viß
obojątnego ciała:
co podobnie wita...
" "
moze... moze i moze...
ale nie to: ...
inclusive of
apparently without
a cliff-hanger.
mordo-rył-śliną-w-git,
a potem:
o czoło w
błoto:
fú!
(double stress on
the exclaimation mark)...
- by zbawić
Dawida,
kim a nawet i kto,
w, na zero zastygł
w posąg:
ruchomym na skinienie
małpięj rękí...
kim to wita jego niby-nikim...
'eno moi...
a ja nadal:
w szereg!
pytam: daleko tam do
podłogi fiołkiem latać
poza gzyms?
dasz pióra?!
(orthography
is... a case of actually applying
diacritical marks...
don't worry england,
russia has only butter to mind
in...
back ь and forward я...
apparently)...
źle ci, człeku?!
to co ci w morde opętaną
do grzechu nad lud?!
no własnie: mi to samo!
co?
a co? a
gówno!
serce mi gnije, i serce mi:
pęka...
od jutra: nigdy od wczoraj!
to i czasem zapomne
tatuaż: precz...
a lepi świnski:
jeść, jeść, jeść;
co tam: grzemota?
niby rudy jid'y'ski,
a to tes, do kurwidołka gest...
niby on: ń'cem!
хорошо?
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC