"gratuity" poems
all aluminum alloy ammo
bane bat brakes badly basters back bones
come call cthulhu Cristo cuz
dead ********** dominate de download
even elven eternal endowments
fail frivolously flaming for fair fraudulence
grant good goggles give grandiose gratuity
how hella homeboys have how he has
If I ignore I implicate its implore
jack jacks jacks
kay killla kooks krack
LAPD locks la lackeys
maybe mom made mad monoxide
no, no natural nix NOx neutralizes
oh over overt opp only overlay orphic
please protest politely panic pretenses perpetuity
quiet quivers quiet queens
remember rage reaps reciprocity
so sour sits supplanters sat
to tell them to tare trail *** tat?
universal unhappiness underlays under us
victory validates victors vanity
why warble when winners wont waste worry wanting
x-axis x-rays Xerophagy Xanax Xanthorroea
you yodel yonder yet yahweh's yells Yarrish
zero zag zealots zoos
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 4:40 AM UTC
***
Way to fleece…
A taxpayer
They’ve got us singing the blues
And we’re not down for all that jazz*… leave that to the Sax player
We remain mind boggled by these selfish ‘leaders’
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… ‘Dude! Way to bleed us!’
We’re already scraping the floor for crumbs… are they trying to run our finances into the ground?
“You work for us you pompous ********** it’s not the other way around...”
Midnight meetings in secretive silence
We preferred it when their nonsense made a sound
We’re ashamed and infuriated
But what makes it worse is that we’re not surprised
It’s like they strive to be truly hated… and yes, they've gotten themselves despised
More and more by the day
As each day goes by
We would throw them all out if we could
And our actions would be understood
Unfortunately we can’t do this for they are skilled at defiance
Masters of political science
And at it they are that good
Liars
Cheats
The campaigning politician...
Seducing us with deceit when he comes out on the street
To make his energetic speech
And then...
The elected Member of Parliament...
Only campaigns for his financial gain
Once he’s assured that for a whole term his position is permanent
That’s where they've slipped up, and I thought they were a smart lot
Schemious at least
Such a wrong move in an election year
Do they not fear… getting dropped by the voter?
Two hundred and twenty four MP’s… dead weight in deep water
And can’t swim
Should they have asked for my advice prior, I would have told them to simply cease and desist
“Do not dive in…”.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
Frozen moments,
embraced,
visions of
luminous things,
unpretentious
pearls dancing;
embers of memory linger,
elegy of the lachrymose,
this horizoning self
lying low in saturnine
tranquility
and repose – paternity lost
to the provisional.
The cross of lassitude,
forming
scars of loss;
estrangement,
preface to
ineluctable autonomy.
Earthen treasure - immortal
footprints, the migration
of fair maidens across my
effusive heart.
Venus trio in bloom,
aesthetic allusion,
ephemeral incarnations
of beauty - perishable fruit,
transcending the plebeian.
Aerial substance-
the hermeneutic,
betraying desire’s
ambrosial tyranny;
The permuted passage -
savor the sojourn, submit
to the fated peregrination.
Purple orchids blossom,
immortal creatures,
culminating
in perfection
from the sheath
respectively,
each plume,
singular,
the continuum of
splendor, mediate
the inviolable.
Eternity compounding,
time and essence suffuse
the already and not yet
into an
orbiting mosaic.
The susurrant devotions
of a satellite father,
summon the quest -
both, and,
absence and proximity,
conduits of
distress and peace
ironically,
solace and
terror
traverse the
same path.
Plunge though,
deep, the depth of pain;
deeper, sweeter
the taste of pleasure.
Engender and witness,
window into
preeminence,
surface azure,
the sacred -
inimitable gravity of
grandeur,
ma petite,
you - are
lived poetry
seen and heard;
cosmic order,
a mediating heuristic -
to love is to see,
in the dismal,
gift of distance.
child of delight,
evermore, Don’t I hold you?
Beauty and strangeness,
music found
in linear,
secret places
beyond the tangent,
purview of limitation,
arousing imagination -
infinititude as near
as it is far.
Long loneliness -
dissonance that
resolves;
perceiving,
the tertiary refrain -
as exquisite verse,
and matchless liqueur,
sublime gratuity
derived
through
doors of surrender.
Daughter,
in adoration and wonder,
I hold you.
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 5:25 PM UTC
I.
Sunday mornings in Vancouver
even pigeons sleep in till 10 A.M.
Undaunted, I walk down Granville shortly before 8
seeking lox bagels with capers, red onions and cream cheese,
two breve lattes, and a newspaper. In truth,
panhandlers on the corner of Robson
have far greater chance of scoring.
An unexpectedly sunny February morn
suffices to spur me on. I am attuned to all vibration.
Breath of the awakening city
exhales manna upon the shop awnings.
Bagels rendered superfluous,
I scarf images instead ---
trolley buses, an umbrella shop, falafel stands ---
delicious Canadian visual cuisine.
II.
Vancouver is a nymph. Of that I'm sure.
I hear flirtatious giggles trill
from darkened alleys between hotels.
Spotted her once across the street on Dunsmuir,
seated on a walk bench reading a Margaret Atwood novel.
Bus passed between us and she vanished.
Caught a later glimpse through the window
of a walk-up dim sum restaurant in Chinatown.
Flew the stairs, only to find an empty table and
discarded napkin smudged with candy pink lipstick.
She watches me.
III.
Turns out there are no Sunday morning papers in Vancouver,
but I locate the bagels and espresso backtracking on Helmcken.
The barista smiles as I approach, sets down her Atwood novel.
I leave a Toonie in gratuity.
B.C. wind pushes hard on my turned back,
as I rush our breakfast back to the Executive.
A nymph goes roller-blading by toward False Creek.
The Gastown Steam Clock whistles that it's 10 A.M.
A flock of pigeons lifts in flight.
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 2:04 PM UTC
I think I am
falling in love
with myself
again.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
imagine velvet walls, pianist and violins, moonlight dancing with the chandelier
above; a grand affair.
everyone suited, of course. just alike, shaking hands,
“sir,”
“as you were.”
injection-forced smiles while shadows eclipse their heads, dimming the hanging
diamond lights as they speak in tongues.
laughter echos from cathedral ceilings, spirals down into deaf cellars and
oh, there will be cocktails that night and concoctions that night,
easy, put me to sleep and then wake me back up!
you’ll thank the waitress, politely, generously offering ten per cent gratuity, five
per cent pity ‘cause she isn’t all that pretty…
mirrors noticeably around every corner, catching glances each passing time.
adjust:
bow-tie (check)
cuff links (check)
slight quaff, unwrinkle, tuck-in your shirt. now,
back to businesss!
and dance akin to swaying scare-crow, in some flawless type of wind where steps
match up mechanically, symmetrically; photographer, and pose.
now your face is on the news
and it’s nothing new to you,
the sun could be your spotlight...
so it’s really too bad that the sun can't reach;
that those clouds suspended above you,
well you’re not sure how to rid them or even, really, how to want the warmth.
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 2:10 AM UTC
Vocal ingenuity
A generous gratuity
I wish could be removed from me
But I would still write poetry
--Which someone else would have to read
As from the page the inkblots plead
"Give us a voice!" the letters said
Without a voice they would be dead
But no-one reads my poetry
And so its voice is left to me
To show the World, or just to try
Be truly heard before I die
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 10:33 PM UTC
your gratuity
is not sincere
if it is balanced as a pendulum.
the anticipation of return
counteracts
the authenticity
of generosity.
it is acceptance that brings humility-
acceptance that a gift
is not equal
to inherent necessity for reward.
you cannot define "gracious"
while using the words
"owed"
or
"deserved."
allow every inch of your heart
to be a gift.
to be opened
received
and valued
for it is not in balance
that we show love-
but in the counterbalanced abnormality
of sharing.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
I continued to ask myself:
How do I trust a word?
I’m going out of my mind
This can’t be right
As you spoke in snake tongues gone rogue
There was nothing for you here except my sterile wit and huge imagination
Leading, draining, careful precision like
the stairway to heaven
I was consciously moving choosing creating my future
Playing chess with my emotions
Were yours even human?
Stale bread is the answer
I loved and so I became the greatest to build
I am. Because I trusted Him. When I chose to become an understanding of those learned moments of momentary promise
Severed bliss; Nothingness (emptied)
I Never lost reflection
So just leave me the pail
Water dripping over my skin
I am gratified
There is no longing for longevity anymore
There is only me now
Lacquered with the Spirit of enlightened authenticity
Infused with a Spirit that has woken me up!
For what is spiritual peace but a moment in time that feels so ripe and right with goodness and a kind of high (ness) Power to become One with
The threshold runs deep you see
And so does the knowledge
of limitless humility
with a gratuity of acute consciousness
Awareness is Power
And I am free
To finally live. I am alive and well
Yes
I am.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC
You Nasty Peoples
You Middle and Lower Class
You Labour Class
First you asked for Education
We gave you
Then you asked for Jobs
We gave you
Then you started getting salary
Because we gave you
Then you requested pay hike
We accepted and gave you
Then you asked for health benefits
We gave you – 'health allowance'
Then you asked for other allowances
We still gave some of them
Then you asked for promotion
We gave you
Then you started asking for bonus
We gave you
Then you asked for retirement pension
We gave you
Then you asked for retirement gratuity
We gave you
Then you asked for death gratuity
We gave you
We noticed, You always demand
You open your mouth more often
We accept your right to live
But you live to ask for rights
You always try to gain
You always try to bargain
You feel yourself very smart
But we are also not fools
If you further dare to ask for more
We will ****** all the things we gave
Slowly slowly, One by one, Step by step
We have many ways to deal with you
We have divided, we have ruled
We will divide and we will rule
First we will ****** death gratuity
Then retirement gratuity and pension
This process will go on and on
Like a ball rolling on and on
The more you demand
The more we ******
No you can't equate yourself
With our emoluments and positions
We are the Boss, We are special
You are the slave, nothing special
We will enjoy what we want
You have to bear what we want
Never try to act so smart
We are much smarter than you
Note it Down, Make it clear
You are the Beggar, We the Giver
We have the Power, We have the Money
We have the resources and the Law
And this is not so Funny.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 5:42 AM UTC
Someone was here,
but now has gone.
They left these remnants to carry on.
Those who knew him, they could tell
by the rot and fetid smell.
A shank of meat,
a bit of bone.
Soon, they will not be alone!
Hades winged creatures, all astir,
procreate and do enter.
Their seeds of continuity,
fecund in their gratuity.
And soon new life will arise,
mature,
take wing -
No! Not more flys!
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 6:02 AM UTC
I Brandon Amberger accept #TheChallenge
This is not a request nor demand, it is a challenge. This challenge is to be the better person and to take responsibility for your actions. To swallow your pride so that instead of arguing you choose to shut your mouth, do the right thing, and get the job done. To simply follow the principle "treat others, how you would like to be treated"
I'll tell you why you should accept my challenge. It's to set an example and improve our future for our kids. If you don't have kids, you do it for your family's kids and your friends' kids. Everyone deserves the same chance. For those of you who have influence, you have higher expectations. Why? You have power and with power comes responsibility. So I’m challenging the CEO’s, the interns, students, actresses, lawyers, foreman, electricians, bus-boy, waitress, teachers, children, the parents, and everyone alive to accept.
I really, really hope you become a challenger. For those of you who do accept, there is no punishment, nor reward. Just gratuity for doing the right thing. Now do you accept the challenge?
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
Swing my phallus,
a lame attempt to keep balance on this spinning rock.
Better ruled by short stick then take stock in anything serious.
mind shut move forward
what we can't see certainly can't hear us.
Only an ******* pumps fists
This abashed soul lumps his blame on the short comings of others.
Disdain, a fort built from pillows and covers
tumbles under the absent look given by scorned lovers...
I picked a rose
pricked a finger
now my love is left to linger with thoughts of red blood
all because I was too impatient to grasp it
a casket lies in reserve for this paper soul
it doesn't take a fool to see that penciled trees won't grow
so here i stand thumb up head down
gratuity, a hole filled with water and rubish
forms beauty in this mind an oil rainbow doth permiss
But thats just it
a shimmer, a sheen
that gleam a thin slice of cold metal
the only rebuttal a reflection, depth shallow
if mirrors speak no lies pull thIs finger out of a hat
devise an angle to cut glass which speaks truth
not crap, or a whacked crack at fact.
A fallacy presented forms false return
allows me repentance from all that i've learned.
Solace in dreams?
a world of things
which feints refuge, gives refuse and meddles
muddied the sleep sought to steal from the night
replaced it with fists, your form, and a fight
a plight is where i stand to sit
despite the case i planned to rip
Eyes turn to days distracted thoughts juggled
nights turned to pains, sore throats, bloodied knuckles
Upside down
or inside out?
... to be continued
-2010
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 12:11 PM UTC
I was up early,
Put clothes on in the blue black frost,
The moment singular
As splintered light speaking indifferently
Had driven out the cold.
Listening,
Space inserted — found in breath,
Awakens gratuity
In the austere and lonely provinces.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
If my memory could disintegrate to ash speckles
Expect that a dazzling fire would be set ablaze to the flora of my mind
I'd scatter and pinch the black bits in the nectar of flowers
Watching unsuspecting bees take them away into the spring air
So when others are stung by pesky wasps and buzzing yellow-jackets
Their wounds will swell red with your name
A passing boy will wear your welt while I run on this sunny day
And as I attempt to read it, I'll have unknown gratuity that I can't process it's significance
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
I was an idle child, hiding silently
behind old curtains, concealing my gaze
to the rain-dampened street
that beckoned me beyond the window.
There was an unquenchable thirst, a burning,
Irrepressible drive, which had followed me
Whispering down the nape of my neck,
Provoking me, summoning me
To the uncertain depths
Of the flower-bearing forest.
It has followed me well into the age
Where the fancies of childhood
Are replaced
By ***** drunken nights—
hunting, scavenging, like some id-ridden
savage, for the fleeting taste of adventure
that was suppressed with painful gratuity
as we grounded our souls, and our longings
into the confines of the world.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 10:37 PM UTC
I could sentimentalise,
throw flowers on your memory
agonise the opportunity to part with any gratuity,
wish you could see every success
through meaningless desire to conjure what never was
what never will be.
As you ebbed away to degeneration,
every strip of dignity
was a drop in the temperature of your cold stare
that epitomised our tenuous connection.
Even if truth be told,
would there be anyone to understand
how you created something so arbitrarily
only to derivatively destroy it?
Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 9:41 PM UTC
constructed mentally, Over time
by our subconscious an imitation
as a defense mechanism built a prison on our visions, with Limitations
in hopes failure can bring solace avoided is feeling voided
but so is opportunity,
So what good is impunity
if u have no ...immunity
To ******** preventing annuity
Internally u need unity
Cause self doubt can help hold u back when nothing else did so stupidly
U let the biased opinions
poison ur community
a hard lesson To learn when that lessons ur only gratuity
But how can u think Intuitively
When presented with all the theories
The factored potential risk, variables
And that's why I always fear me
Before my enemies or my obstacle
Cause if I'm not mentally stable
I won't be mentally able
And then eventually ill be hateful
Cuz essentially the playful
And light hearted always go
A little further, cuz his approach
And most self confidence shows
That even if he fails, he knows
Hell bounce back brilliantly
its not how many times u Fall,
but if u keep gettin up: Resiliency!
While at the same time learning humility and building these characteristics are prognosticators and measure predictions and see
When u wish on a star, that's me,
Go twinkle twinkle, &don;'t let them
****** ****** all over ur dreams and that includes you, who like them
Self sabotage when ur self doubt
Comes out psyching ourselves out
Only after discovering someone else
Who made u second guess what u felt
So go in front of a mirror and peer
What appears when u get naked
Your ***** Now that u know u still have em
Take a mental picture and save it
Use the **** to take life and **** it
break it, then erase it
Cause nothing can be written
About a destiny you didn't make yet
You act to manifest it
Don't eat their ******** reject it
If u already did dont digest it
Throw it up like a bulimic or anorexic
Supermodel.....how rude! Point is
Like H u need preparation fast
So u can get rich enough to payoff
Closeted Skeletons from the past
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
and even when she knew she had nothing
you still shone the brightest light
on all hope for happiness.
she knew she had you
which was the only stable thing in her life
and she took it and ran
because she knew how it would treat her.
forever grateful will she be
knowing you are there
and can nothing stand between
the gratuity and love she will pay to you
for your upmost warmth and loyalty.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
“’Have you ever seen a man?’ I knew he meant naked. He disrobed.Then he just stood there in front of me and I kept on staring at him. Then I felt very depressed.”
- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Afternoons while the dog sleeps
turned over on the side and i wonder what organs i push on
liver? spleen? clean the bile for me, please
and then I shall leave extra gratuity.
Please don’t cry, I feel a hand on my hipbone
my eyes pressed against the olive cushion
The green and the wood of the trees blur into one outside my
june july window
much like the book of Esther i look for a place inside
myself to stop the killing of decency inside myself and
i cannot muster it much like anything else.
I wish i had never asked that December night to go
I stop the disgust cut it at the bud
find a way to necromance up my personality
the outside is smelling of charcoal
i stare at his flesh,
then at mine then
at the floor.
he says we shall wait all i want and
now he is looking at me with doe eyes and i
nod. I nod. I feel i am ok now.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
what's sugar taste like when you taste it on someone else's lips? does it taste sweet when you're in love? like deceit when you're in love with someone else? would it make a difference if my lips were covered with honey? sticky unconscious telling me not to press my lips too tight because the words I have tingling on my tongue are too important to be trapped behind porcelain teeth. if you're raised to always love unconditionally how does it feel to love someone who was raised not knowing what it felt like to be held? all this feeling and emotion and I wonder if this was a trap laid set for us. because how cruel is it to give us the power to feel love but not to feel loved. to only feel doubt when someone whispers sweet nothings in our ear as we lay staring at blank walls that just almost depict the walls of our hearts. could we muster up the energy to bleed ourselves onto each other...is that a normal way to express gratuity for an equal exchange of attraction? how do we show love if we can't love ourselves? if we love ourselves too much how do we find an infinitesimal amount to give away to someone who could need it desperately? are we yet sweet enough to try? so again I ask you, what's sugar taste like when you taste it on someone else's lips?
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Unblinking reflexive opinions lean
indubitably, favorably and certifiably
with minimal pandering soliciting
uber voodoo yawping woos
socially quintessentially obviously markedly
consciousness brakes alignment
defining mine political views
loosely yet not strictly, jerry-rigged,
hidebound Democratic
fealty haltingly pledged ones and twos
to roster of candidates
slated to challenge incumbent Republicans
all to quickly accused,
sans participating sinister ruse
this active voter puzzled at controversial
eyeopening ex post facto
fractiousgovernmental
harmfully injuriously jaw-dropping
suppression within top secret queues
during nasty donkey kong braying p's and q's
(case in point) scurrilous, opprobrious,
and malodorous Clinton administration,
where (based upon my recent perusing
"The Peoples History” –
me strongly endorses
(authored by Howard Zinn news
worthy revelation, (whose recounting
atrocious, calumnious, egregious
glaring ignominious knowledge
jackbooted, mandated, predicated
on blind trust, essentially billeted
charade, facade, inlaid faux Hope loose
bandied cutthroat gratuity legislation
favoring pandering "pork" via
pretentiousness to wealthy gentiles Jews
abandoning average civilians snuffing out
sputtering, grousing, and hoo's
flick erring tapering fuse
whereat this news worthy informed citizen
totally tubularly unaware of any clues
pertaining to antithetical maneuvers,
(loo win ski) shenanigans, and undertakings
today yields genuine boo's
toward Clinton, where I despondently feel
he renegged promises
made to electorate (except top 1 %) got souled
(sold) to remaining 99% cheapest bidders
as-sized thirteen duff heated no nothing
sneezing Schnorrers
spluttering phelgm at me at-chews.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
You're all children with no brain feeling. You can read this again and still find premonitions.
Through Detterance the tension created prevention,
which made you write the wrong sentence ~~.>
this Modicum gratuity towards brain immunity
these methods of compiling information cannot be understated.
Only those HUNGRY will be saved from starvation.
Is that not the very trait that makes us create then?
**** being worried, it's just this lack of humility disturbs me.
listen to this I'm going to teach u how to fish
this lyrical fitness
I've
Never solicited for each word witnessed **** I look like selling trinkets?
I am naturally cruel to a ravenous fool,
for jealousy detours from my tools
you probably feel you can refute these rules.
what the **** is luck?
How can we discuss your savage
distrust?
I am the benevolency.
You're blinded by the gifts you have received. Allow me to speak figuratively.
This is the simple complex me.
A paradox in speech behold. MOON WATCHER, SPOON ****** Eclipse sensors from the Alef to the Ox goad who wants to play the fox role?
Not me, not I , not you.
The world is Full of RAVENOUS FOOLS
Emulating my alchemy just to create something new
my blessings are a curse to you....
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
by gbeck1
I say my tears are salty yet bittersweet because they wash away yesterday's sorrows.
You say your tears are faulty; incomplete because you save today's for tomorrow.
Society's tears are split in memoriam,
Spilt blood and forgotten quarrels
Unforgiven wars of the past drag on today because we reassure ourselves the solution comes tomorrow, then comes overwhelming dismay,
When the past repeats itself.
what isn't comprehended by the masses is that change never truly happened, these wounds are incapable of healing themselves.
Ignorance is bliss, the tears were dried before they splattered by our parents' gentle napkins.
We can't bend over or fold because our hands were previously dealt.
But colour is beauty, a gratuity is a tip,
A race is something to be won in a movie,
Not an excuse to ignore beauty due to the colour he or she is.
Standards are a facade, we were led astray,
But i say i am not colourblind because our tears fall down the same.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 9:33 PM UTC