"haught" poems
Well Done.
She said, but don't ***** it up. Its a start.
How could I?
Your sauciness drove right thru my heart.
Will you please be my bottom bun?
Baby, you're my seed number one.
Sesame wants Sesayou
Tardy to your selfworth day party
Salty, and peppered with hardy haught looks
I've overcooked this simple match up
Maybe baby I'm plain ketchup.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
This beautiful smile conceals and covers
All the pains of disconnected lovers.
This beautiful smile, iv practised for years.
It shows itself now to mask the tears
This beautiful smile has been perfected to hide
All the pains that haught me inside
This beautiful smile is begining to break
I'm not sure how much more I can take
This beautiful smile, believe me iv tried
But it can not take away the thoughts of suicide.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
when
simple praises
difficult
it is because
to deep
and typical
it is flawed.
it sees itself
caught between
naught and bolt.
it would concern
if it did not
sault.
complex would
eventually jolt
the pressure is too
haught.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 6:01 AM UTC
being forever
your pain's forbearer,
you're not
listen however
learn to be clever,
you got
be your own lover
forget the others,
be haught
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
from where's bloods coming going
(hearts to hands)
flowing clearly imagined
into letters crisp
and words immutable
they (blushing
and sundered) enamor
warmly gushing
rills and rivers consuming
the mind sharpest
and soul firmest set planted
roots down
into niggling deepness
they blossom
(those words febrile
and haught)
in my body's heart
(and i pluck
seeds from their small strong
buds blooming
and i plant them in your body's heart)
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 3:22 PM UTC
I'm alright
A little tipped by
bad relations, bad expressions
But perhaps I will behave
and pertain to the world's demands
I'm just a human
with my wall of thought
of perception, of ego
A little buzz
in a sphere of buzzes
My thoughts, my prejudices
a meaningless whim
of part anger, part soul
To be free
is it not human necessity?
Ah, I incessantly thought
about mistakes, grievances
of the past, of haught
I forgot the written words
of the rulers of kingdoms forgotten
of the mighty greats that were finally broken
for all I have is an urge
To break through this wall
and perhaps be a bigger me
endlessly
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
this patron
no longer exsists
well this is news
to me
i just returned some
overdue books
and wish to borrow more
but nope, not me
I no longer exsist
that must mean
I need not buy
those lambshanks
for tea
Not pay those bills
teeter tottering on
the verge of overedue
no need to be pleasent
to any one, especially
not you
Rude lady, new
to the system
who has coldly
informed me
of my demise
Who states with
disinterest and haught
in her spectacled eyes
You must not have
borrowed for
the past three years
You no longer exsist
this she did insist
even as I pointed out
I had returned books
only three days overdue
Even as other librarians
stopped to chat, knowing
my name, recommending
new books, telling me gossip
about this and that....
This patron does not exsist
it cannot be true, it is not a glitch
this patron is a patron
through and through
I left them to figure out
the mystery, I did not pout
or get out of sorts and a little blue
I said I would come back Monday
that is if over the weekend
I do not simply fade away
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
“Travesty,” those orange words spilled across the highway lines
Came on swathes of a stilled
And perfect evening time,
‘Tween buffeting air and screaming music
It seems but a step in a cyclic progression,
Or the lines that commence
This processional of cars
That follows, to the site, trails of incense,
Tears of mourn and memoirs.
Towards the hills canvassed in reluctant ennui
Jutting in the shadows the bleached ribs and pearly jaw lines
That, at times, may have looked alive, yet now
They rest static as the dead ought to be.
I sense I’m getting close, the ***** surges its triumph
As it does the sanctuary,
My head swells with deep booming sound,
The lyric of the preacher without need to expound,
Too late as the ***** shan’t stop or abate
As I pass through churchyard admonished “Hell,
Is truth realized only too late.”
Though I am soothed by that song of my youth,
Lyric’d by many-a familiar cadence and tune
Vestiges of naïveté play on the lips
But, “Hell is truth only realized too soon.”
I wait at its back and reminisce
The coming great years were something to fight for
With life, defend,
But I now see that I spent those last seconds
Waiting for them to end,
Whilst prayers of hollow wind abound
Escaped to show something holds on, at least
Pretends,
Will remain after me, aft’ I’ve settled in the ground,
To be as a sunset and come back around.
I feel like a sun, burning in fury,
Not simply a shimmer in the vastness afar,
Or the muddy face of fetid puddle
Simply rippling like a star.
Keep driving! Don’t cease my tiny hearse!
Just now do I hear the mourners’ verse,
It sounds so golden and couldn’t get worse!
But the ***** has ceased,
The daylight, it rots
(Never mind that, I’ll charge it with haught!)
And the processional laughs as they go to their plots
Their verses fall too coward to brave
The ice and the snow that is to come, mine fall stricken
With every sense of the word ‘dumb,’
But the sun reassuring with it warmth-giving rays
Will be sure to put flowers next to our graves.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
A smile
that was clean
lustrous, and desired
No one thought
that change
would hit upon
One's ire
It hurts
The pain she wallows
There is no understanding
Lossless hallow
Peaceful burden
Depth of depression
It seems artificial
So naive
And unforbidden
The hatred that conspired
It is not of haught
I have lost
A painless thought
Expiating a tale
of a woman
whose gale
I couldn't expiate.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
Thoughts that darken,
winters so sullen.
In an empty blizzard,
there lay a lizard
Wrought and tainted,
pitiful and dainted,
in his apathy ignited an empathy.
Full of life,
full of necessity
The lizard with his pointed tail,
pointed neck, pointed nose
pointed thoughts, pointed prose,
was lost with a snow covered heart
This heart burnt blue,
his emotions ensued,
passion he seeked,
his fortune naught,
in endless oblivion,
he mindlessly fought.
The lizard lay so empty
Stopped he did his walk,
for a talk
Thoughts that conspired
Dark and unintelligible
Wistful of loss
An escape
was all he sought
The lizard thought to move,
but this blizzard simply grew
his snow covered heart
with endless haught.
He simply did not align his intent
with what he thought
In finality he tried,
fearful of his demise
But try as he might,
the shallow reaches
of his snow-covered heart
did not blaze this simple desire.
And so he lay,
weeping in dismay.
In this very finality,
he lost to what life
was simply not
In endless wallows
Sirens roared
Apathetic triumph
Blissful want
In this snow-covered desert
His movement stopped.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC