"gleem" poems
As the sunflower drops
in afterglow of shade
And the gloss of the gleem fades
across the moonlit shadow
We are summoned by the horizon
into the magnificent light
that offers no shadow
The light of God is perched on love
without side effects...
without a shadow of doubt...
crossing the night into dawn
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
Cherish the little things
Cherish the little things
Iike good morning texts
Good morning smiles
And greetings from friends.
Cherish the hugs lasting a little longer
The smiles just for you
And the gleem in the eyes of those
held close.
Cherish the laughter of loved ones
And the sound of wind blowing
The glitter in the dew
And the sound of conversation.
Cherish silence
Music
words sent in silence
And love said in looks.
Cherish the sound of pages
And words captured in ink
In pencil
Dancing
Singing
And paint.
Cherish words that will never be said again
In love
And words of love meant to be repeated.
Cherish the second chances
And moments spent in purity
Moments spent living for small little things.
Cherish your beliefs
And hopes.
Hopes for better days.
Cherish those better days.
Cherish smiles
Cherish friends
Cherish what you can,
Because they are the most precious things.
Cherish I Love You
Cherish I Miss You
Cherish Warmth and Comfort
Cherish morning coffee
Little touches
Sunbeams
Rain
Clouds
the sights and sounds.
Cherish what you can.
It can disappear in a moment.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 3:24 AM UTC
Love can be so fleeting
like the brightly shining sun
to leave you feeling sorely burned sometimes
or relieved when days are finally done
times to leave you feeling empty or leave you feeling perfect- full
sometimes love is high so grand
sometimes there is a quiet lull
sometimes it's awful easy true
other times
it's like a stupid an
stubborn bull
either way
- we always seek it
elusive like a distant dream
we chase it an ever wander on
to seek a perfect shining gleem,
like the rays of the sweet
warm sunshine
to finally bask in the
lovely glowing beam
that's what love is I think.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
Strung out in heaven, I fell from the start,
Deep pools of ocean blue, you captured my heart
Waited forever for lips to set me free,
But the haunt of your smile now imprisons me,
Standing on the corner, I hear the devil sing
Notes in the darkness I don’t dare to dream,
Late last summer, is farther than it seems
My charmed life has lost its gleem,
I keep finding my way, my way back to you again
I keep fighting my way, my way back to you again
I keep praying my way, my way back to you again
I keep stumbling my way, my way back to you, again.
Some say a poet, some call me a cad,
You call me ****** for living with a past,
You know I waited for you to change your mind,
I’m standing a shadow,
Running out of time
Battered & broken, Thirteen across this chest,
Scarred & defeated,The wicked get no rest,
You know I waited for you to change your mind,
I’m only a shadow,
running out of time.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 9:05 AM UTC
I'd like to begin
by pointing out the color of the walls;
the pink under the plaster,
and the tubes,
red and blue,
that keep my shower water warm.
This is my home,
that some call a temple,
with two brightly lit halves of an attic,
and no trouble keeping them full.
Its windows are always open,
except when the lights go out
and the shutters are pulled closed
and all that's left breathing is the fireplace
and the attic.
the fire place is a grand face
of grout and proud brick
cradling the humblest coals
under his black, stuffy nose
clogged with no longer solid logs.
His breath keeps the attic warm,
with the help of the coals,
who ask for no thanks.
I'd invite you in
if it wasn't for the moss on the threshhold.
That emerald green.
Those gems that seem,
with dew, to gleem
a blue and gold sheen
of umpteen citrines.
The sun's careen is seen by these
green finger leaves.
When I turn out the lights
and retreat to the attic,
I hear the moss sigh
like some sort of static.
Her breath reaches the crest
of my gentle home's breast.
The ceiling beam shudder
with a reeling like no other;
A sound that makes me cry,
while my cluttered attic comforts me,
and I speak no word but why.
The moss,
she makes me cry.
I'd like to end
by pointing out the color of the windowpanes,
and the gray of the drywall.
The tubes,
red and blue,
still keep my shower water warm.
This is my home,
that some call a temple,
with two brightly lit halves of an attic,
and no trouble keeping them full.
Its windows are rarely open,
except when the lights go out
and the shutters flutter open
and all that's left breathing is the fireplace
and the attic,
and the colors.
Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 1:29 PM UTC
Still breathing
But gave up trying
Heart still beating
Though I feel I've lost my life
Living proof grief hits harder than dying
I don't want to stop trying
And yes, I'd love to stop crying
'Cause life can be so deflating
I spot the gleem of the razor edge
And it looks so inviting
Death defying
I stole this pale horse I'm riding
Wrath and vengeance shouldn't be so enticing
What will it take to get my life back on track?
Hell, has it ever been?
I'm...
I'm having trouble remembering
©2024
Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 2:32 PM UTC
Irish Immigrants found
when they stepped
Onto the Ground,
Their Pockets full of
Donnegal Potatoes.
The Dirt beneath their Nails
Was a Mark of how they'd Failed
Famine and Starving brought them
But the Slurs of the Dublin Micks
From those who Looked Down on them
Determined them to Show off their Pride
Some, teamsters worked horses and Frieght
Some nimble fingers Stitched Linen and Lace
Some Irish tenors the Rage of the Stage
Some with a Swing were the Sting of the Ring
Bringing down Boxers Seasoned Sparring
Fiddlers fiddled and coleens were maids
And through it all Heads held High
Shined the Gleem of Irish Pride
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
I can't do what you need me to do
Not naturally capable
Unable to be who you want me to be
Impossibly impossible
I might fight the fight you wish me to fight
Adrenaline is incredible
Shouldn't have to bow or bend to your will
Especially if we're equal
I refuse to kiss the ring like you're expecting
Laughably satirical
This polished **** won't gleem like you'd like it too
Completely unreasonable
©2024
May 8, 2024
May 8, 2024 at 1:10 PM UTC
young blood boils
hearts burst
Daring earth to do her worst.
eyes they spark
and grins they gleem
full speed running
through our dream.
hand in hand
hearts apart
faith in knowing
this is the start
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 11:06 PM UTC
How can i take the monetary subtance, a miserably deceitful good, from a brother a shy less than flesh and blood; Whom gave me more than i could ever imagine. her name was hope. Her maternal twin is love. And our brothership is intensified by both, as one truly trifled heart could ever gleem. He slaved over brick and mortar to provide for himself, for i cannot steal his earnings when i have no right to any fortune. He gave me shelter when i lost my path. He fed me and clothed me when i lost my life. His arms wrapped around my shoulders when the tears trembled down my face. Death, I and he, faced eachother and nothing felt closer. But I, a devil in sheeps clothing, could never accord such heartfelt care in a multitude of life times to come, netherless todays nor tomorrows. Thus, i leave him my belongings, my manmade tinkerings, and all he may ever need. As i depart,It is the least i can do for a brother. O' brother.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
This is all so pointless
I’ve lost all interest
In experiencing life
All I feel is strife
I’ve lost so many I'm feeling down again
Now i'm falling off the deep end
Falling into nothing but pain and sorrow
Not wanting to wake up tomorrow
I have but one I care for
Among all the violence and gore
She stands out like a bright light
Blinding me until I lose my sight
In all the broken things I seen
Like that feeling you get when you are clean
It feels so obscene
But I can’t help but gleem
She overwhelms my darkness
She makes me ignorant with bliss
She brings me up when I feel down
She holds me and doesn't make a sound
Because sometimes the best advice
Is to just to listen not entice
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
12 Spheres of Good, Of Life , Of Fruit
Each Way a Passage NOW by Sleuth
The Soul is Vision, Guidance, RIGHT
For JUSTICE stands for Holy MIGHT
What Truth is Done thats Born in Lies?
Gods Vision Sees and Never DIES
By ONE-ness is God’s Justice ART
As others look, Love’s Words now start
How sad they say, for all shall loose
The Prise now Gone, For those who Choose
Stand in the Light of Truth and Grace
Before the Witness shows their Face
For if the Prize is worth so much
then stand as Life’s Creative Touch.
The Job is Angels Gift from God
Not Yours, Courts Say, to Give , or ROB
Procedures of the Council Poor
Removed the look but not the floor
The Rainbow Flag of JUSTICE say,
Read Now the Truth both Night and Day
conflicted Interest, Built Your Stand
from slander, lies, and falling sand
What Now, you Say?
I ask the Same
How shall I end this Holy Game?
For one is Guilty of a crime
And All will Fall, soon is the TIME
The choice is yours, so set the stage
Prayer meets with LIFE that now may Gauge
For one does not an ORDER make
with two said God does Life Relate
You heard the thought Create Anew
and Yet you kept the same old View!
Creator, not within your Team
the 13th Fruit is mine to Gleem
I give you choice, to make this Right
For God is Witness and All have Sight.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
When a poet is in love with you
You'll have an experience of which you had no clue
They'll notice how your hair fall on your tiny shoulder
Nd how your eyes get lost into nothingness when you wonder
how the big diamond fit itself into the hollow of your collar bones
Nd how your eyes gleem on hearing their name like gemstones
They will notice how you bite you lip everytime you are shy
Nd how your lips swells nd nose turn red when you cry
They will see you through their own as well as the world's eyes
Nd they will kiss your tears away telling you some unbeliveable lies
They'll speak of you as a godess they pray to
Nd write down all they see nd feel just for you.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
Being paranoid is being stuck in a prison in my mind, i and yet i know i comitted no crime, and yet with time i still see no rhyme or reason why i m being blamed fo this teason. It feels like i am going cray or maybe i am just too lazy to look on the bright side of things, oh how i hate how much it stings. Being trampled by your own thoughts is a horrible way to go, i think i'd rather freeze to death in the freezing snow. Everything is real, at least that's how it feels, i feel like i haveto *** but i can never make it gleem. Oh this feeling i dread, sometimes i think i'd rather be dead or at least hit in the head, to get these thoughts out of my mind or at least find a fine line between fiction and reality but thats not going to happen on a little caesers salary. Everything feels real but i know its not, sometimes i wanna go back to smoking *** i know i need help before i start to yelp. If i dont i feel like ill hang by my neck and by then it will be too late to correct. Being paranoid is being stuck in a prison in my mind, i feel like i commited no crime...
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Silence on the outside,
loud chatter on the in.
Perfecting my facade,
to hide the pain
within.
A fake smile on my face,
as they start to spill out:
The demons in my closet,
the pieces of my
heart.
Doubting I can do it,
I shake the thought from my mind.
Replace the pieces and the gleem,
and live as though I'm
fine.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 5:20 PM UTC
Singled out in a crowd,
by that one girl's passionate eyes....
A stare from across the room,
thar sent chills down my spine......
She was hot as a pistol,
and just grabbed my heart......
She walked by me,
with a flip of her hair......
Then said to me,
will you be mine......
I started to choke,
but I did reply.......
I said to her,
with that gleem in my eye's.....
I can take you places,
were you will think you are high.....
We walked off together,
hand in hand.....
We made passionate love,
that seemed to never end......
We still stay in touch,
she has her man....
But she says he just doesn't saisfy her,
like I can.....
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
She was shower fresh
and some kind of happy
brushing her hair
humming a song.
There was a gleem in her eye
as she finished dressing
a knowing smile
as she put her high heels on.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
Aubade
It is till season and morrow anew
once winter flower resin gown grew...
Fleeting birds that churp
humming seasons oh reveal at might
gleem Prom outer beetin eyes
sight window dawn
shall hail to you dear sir!
Ballad
Human do tell more then stars
Tower blocks sight
Lamps that make moon & mars
races fountain of light
coming back you will, see!
When I grow up
inferno hold embue fee
touch laces & cup
Belief and breath tide wake
Everything steels to stoop
I leave and fall for sea
& the ships heart
dicontented we knew
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
She lay basting
In the sun rays
Gleem
Her eyes of green
In the calmest of
This summers breeze
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC