"heartily" poems
lady craighead played the blues
on a stand-up samick
in the ***** room
along side the parsons project
and squabbling dogs
and night moves
stairs creek
up the mezzanine trek
wool sheets slide
on finished floors
little angels
play late into the seventh
(a closing match nearing
the midnight hour)
croaking toads and cicada
sing in the blue moon
musty smells and mothballs
settle deep in the vault
the kettle boils
and cat coils
as the pump house rolls
its heavy drawl
the red phone rings
and bird clock sings
(behind the ruddy stall)
a sleeman variation of the ruy lopez
employed heartily
by the incomparable master jack
marble toast burning
wringer wash churning
chris craft running
near the old carp canoe
rooster calls
and west wind squalls
rustle through the porch screen door
chicken *** pies
and rogue flies linger
a rocker chair placed
near the sepia face
(softened by the intricate frame)
donkey in tow
(with a fastened ***
maggie in her dreams
of green tambourines
the nocturnes
reflections
and whispering gospel bells
tractors pull on
the grinder stone
horses lay still
in the mid-day sun
a trump card is fingered
at the furnace click
(crosswords and puzzles are next!)
while the sparrow
*and that **** rabid fox*
are drowning
deep in castles well
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities...
*that's all any man wants,
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
who knows the when and why of differing
cuddling styles...
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
who knows when to leave a man alone
alone in his man-mourning time,
distance needed,
letting his ex-rage dissipate or
watching his red and blue football
redefine ignominy...
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
that when the man low whistles, eyes adrift,
she heartily agrees and is
reciprocity rewarded regularly
with hunk alerts of
"hey-check-him-out!"
that's all any man wants,
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
a tigress in the bedroom
she asking, try this, I'll love it,
served with a desert demo of awkward afterward,
his less-than-perfect cuddling abilities
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
who doesn't abhor partner silences,
comforting they are, in their own ways,
lying side by side, interrupted only by peccadillo body noises unexpected and
sheepish apologies and loving arm stroking
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
who lets the man roar, top of voice,
when imprisoned in car,
his voice, un enfant terrible,
performs with Creedence Clearwater
a sing-a-long in traffic, asking
"Have you ever seen the rain"
while amidst Israel-leaving-Egypt
Sunday beach traffic on the L.I.E.
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
when it's pheromones alternative mode day,
he celebrates Carole King day,
she demonstrates her cuddling abilities,
par excellence, with kisses and tissues
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities...
a woman, plain confident in her abilities
no matter the situational status,
when confronted by
less-than-crazy-impetuous,
she smiling says "why not,"
when he proposes,
a movie and dinner in a fav haunt?
"plenty excellent enough" her answer,
spoke in a rising voice
full of unfeigned delight
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
accepting the unexpected airport embrace
on a moving sidewalk, unexpected delays
with the aplomb of a well lived life's
long term sustainability perspective
when he kisses her hand for no reason,
while driving 75 miles per hour,
she only winces internally,
the other hand vise-grasping
the other door's handle,
who brushes hair wisps in a dark movie,
celebrating her Bathsheba Everdeen's
duality of strength and tenderness
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
that when on second date he proposes
a non-exclusive relationship,
confident enough to high-five respond,
and laugh about it,
seven years on
a woman, confident in her cuddling abilities,
that when she reads it,
analyzing the oeuvre as
"too **** personal and
as usual
too **** long"*
that's all any man wants,
a woman, confident in her
cuddling abilities
in everything...
even a little occasional criticism
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
Sledding, a white flurry of glitter
Glass trees throw soft needles a-sprinkle
A blissful silver rocket. It all flies by
Sparkles of diamond on the ceiling or sky
Radiant light, its fate to be wrinkled
by the dim labyrinth of this shining prism.
Gray aurora, dancing in the diamond rain
Iron curtains hide the truth
Glass and pains of steel, in a prism of gray
Do you see windows or mirrors?
All I see, a magnificent pane
A merry toast! To all I say cheers,
with a smile worth its years.
Lift your brittle glass as you would lift a curse.
And drink heartily from the once molten, crystal sand.
Drink the guile and drink the hate
Drink the lies of shame and berate
Drink to see that a flower in gray
is a prism for life, not a fancy bouquet.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
Your grandmother wants to be friends on Facebook.
hey you,
can’t recall where or how i know ya,
but your grannie is very kewl,
(we agree on the proper pronunciation)
boldly asked if that included “benefits,”
she heartily answered **** right”
“one man is pretty much as good as the next,
but younger is definitely better, and you a spring chickadee,
at age of sixty years and three,
so many years ahead to share,
your social security bene-fits,
making me swoon
and giving me ‘flashes ‘n fits’
and given your life expectancies,
spousal wud be nice,
even ain’t a necessity,
looking forward to pleasuring your company”
**remind me again,
where do I know you from?**
shoot.
HELLOOOOO POETRY!
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
What ever happened
to the Idea of Freedom of Religion?
What ever happened to religious equality?
I want it back? I'm begging for it to come back.
I sometimes get strange looks
when I admit that I accept all religions EQUALLY
that I would let a Jehovah witness into my home
just so I could learn about their faith.
That I find Catholic sermons tearfully beautiful
That One of my pen pals is Mormon.
People find me strange, they find me fake.
"How can you love them all equally?"
"how can you accept them all?"
It's quite simple really. This is my answer.
What right do I have to Bash what others think?
What right do I have to say
"No your god doesn't exist"?
I wouldn't want people to do that to me and my faith
so Why should I go out and do it to theirs?
There's this thing call FREEDOM of RELIGION
and I stand firm and believe it whole heartily
We all have the right to believe in what we believe in
And no one i mean
NO ONE
has the right to take that away!
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
I am lost for words, as I am empathic with the planet.
Although we truly stand in line for death and the afterlife, it is important that we mother our young.
I do not deny the allurement of sociopathic inclinations and I heartily validate the sexuality of suburban expression.
But, we both know – politicians rise like winged beasts from the murky depths of sociological oceans.
Can I touch your skin and give you compliments?
I love your being, just as it is.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good fame,
Plans, credit, and the muse;
Nothing refuse.
'Tis a brave master,
Let it have scope,
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope;
High and more high,
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But 'tis a god,
Knows its own path,
And the outlets of the sky.
'Tis not for the mean,
It requireth courage stout,
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending;
Such 'twill reward,
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.
Leave all for love;—
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,
Keep thee to-day,
To-morrow, for ever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
Vague shadow of surmise,
Flits across her ***** young
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free,
Do not thou detain a hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.
Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Tho' her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive,
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.
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In this darkest of night
I solemnly lay
Eyes closed in deep contrition
In need of your hearts melody.
My thoughts wandering far and wide
In search of your ardent smile
My heart craving
For your loving eminence.
As your beauty
And sweet spirit fragrance
Flood my heartily realm
My heart leaps to a joyous carol
Gracious precious Grace
Gracious precious Grace
Gracious precious Grace
Is my gladly refrain.
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
such a lovely time
to be my Valentine
if only our words
could ever rhyme
no, I won't give you flowers
or chocolates in a box
I'd rather give you a mixtape
and a case full of luck
I'd send you a letter
with words of my own
one so poetic
one so very grown~
out of love, out of sight
love as warm as the night
O' thine eyes shine so bright!
mirrors the elegant moonlight
**** me softly with your hug
send me off with your kiss
grant me heartily with your words
as I marvel at the bliss~
of how You say You love me
as I fall in it again
as the cold breeze tries and makes me
freeze in time, asking when~
I'll be seeing you once more
in this Valentine time's dream
save the date, **** the luck
for when reality hits me clean
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
Freres humains qui apres nous vivez,
N'ayez les coeurs contre nous endurcis ...
Men, brother men, that after us yet live,
Let not your hearts too hard against us be;
For if some pity of us poor men ye give,
The sooner God shall take of you pity.
Here are we five or six strung up, you see,
And here the flesh that all too well we fed
Bit by bit eaten and rotten, rent and shred,
And we the bones grow dust and ash withal;
Let no man laugh at us discomforted,
But pray to God that he forgive us all.
If we call on you, brothers, to forgive,
Ye should not hold our prayer in scorn, though we
Were slain by law; ye know that all alive
Have not wit always to walk righteously;
Make therefore intercession heartily
With him that of a virgin's womb was bred,
That his grace be not as a dr-y well-head
For us, nor let hell's thunder on us fall;
We are dead, let no man harry or vex us dead,
But pray to God that he forgive us all.
The rain has washed and laundered us all five,
And the sun dried and blackened; yea, perdie,
Ravens and pies with beaks that rend and rive
Have dug our eyes out, and plucked off for fee
Our beards and eyebrows; never we are free,
Not once, to rest; but here and there still sped,
Driven at its wild will by the wind's change led,
More pecked of birds than fruits on garden-wall;
Men, for God's love, let no gibe here be said,
But pray to God that he forgive us all.
Prince Jesus, that of all art lord and head,
Keep us, that hell be not our bitter bed;
We have nought to do in such a master's hall.
Be not ye therefore of our fellowhead,
But pray to God that he forgive us all.
Algernon Charles Swinburne, trans.
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We used to play in that playground,
It was full of uniform levelled green grass.
Here heartily played Abhishek's greyhound,
Running excitedly all over game's green mass.
We used to play cricket in the ground,
It was a temporary zone of football grass.
Here all games were near Atul's house unbound,
Free from all school-work it was enjoyable as deep bass.
But today our generation is busy in our lives making careers,
The next generation is too young yet to make full use of the lawns.
Reduced in size which used to be our hugest amphitheatre of sweetness,
Has now got grass growing untamed covering The Playground Of Wilderness.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC
for Mr.Cole's "Magic" assignment
The Magician
Moments of wonder
performed with theatrical pazaz
A prolonged instance of dumbstruck amazement
---
A slight of hand
or a glittery distracting explosion
creating a captivated audience screaming for *More!
More!
More!
Fool us again
Test our I.Qs
See if we're sane*
---
But to perform...
---
I need more money the magician boldly insists
Our hands ****** into our pockets, to our wrists
---
But wait...
Silence...
Then a collective gasp
There on the table under lock and clasp
---
All of our wallets
Plain to see
And the future money of each baby
---
Did we clap?
Oh, how we heartily clapped
And cheered and laughed like we were handicapped
---
Then the show stopped
But we still clapped, stamping our feet
As the Magician strode off stage back to 10 Downing Street
TA DAAA!
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
*i put love in your heart ...
and you make me a part of your night...
in an increasingly turbulent night hugging ...
you satisfy my longing and warm my romance...
delivering mounting throb....
gentle breeze caressing your face...
looks beautiful blush color of your face ...
when your thin lips ****** by the roar of jealousy of mine...
foundered knees in your sweet longing ...
it will not let go handheld fingers...
looking at the tumultuous and passion ...
i brought a cold kiss on your forehead...
then put your fingers in my chest...
and i whisper to your ear deeply, "my love, please feel the throb and my restless tonight.."
all night we made love in the embers of romance that increasingly stretched...
piece of the story we create full enjoyment...
although still hung leaden sky...
not apart arms clutching...
i flung my longing for your night field ...
until you heartily drank furiously ...
i pinned my romantic turmoil in the arms of your night ..
to filled up the lake of your wild love ..
then wading through a night of passion and relentless ******
i held it creeps up your amorous passion satisfied at the end of the night....
i buried my longing desire in every inc of your body that ripe fragrant and full charm of passion..
when you grabbed at shoulders of my love that burning so strong...
i will not stop to rain and pumping your lust until you forget to trample the earth ...*
-the poetry is the result of a collaboration with a sincere friend of mine, Ha-
┈┈┈┈┈»̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶ HaƦУ »̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
no..! we don't definitely doing **** as seen, it's just our thoughts ***********
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
There once was a man named Claude
Who married his cousin Maude
Their kith did heartily celebrate
As they wed within the family state
Of genetic accord were Maude and Claude
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
Two days old, as hours foretold,
Wisdom is a gift, heartily gifted so.
Life’s greatest mysteries left to unfold,
Hourglass sand drowns the catacomb.
Time perceived through linear scopes
Shows present truths and fallacies as heard.
Elope distinctions, divorce similarities,
For the world is backward and time, reverse.
Lessons learned, reiterate the word,
Responsibility, the key to community.
Prosper, live long,
Disease is only deadly when extinct is the immunity.
Freely versed, lyrically rehearsed,
Speaking from the heart blends emotion at the worst
With flint and tinder
Striking up fire, but always a spark first.
Apr 11, 2011
Apr 11, 2011 at 2:56 PM UTC
Heartily connections sarisfies me no more, I need to meet your soul.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!
Darling daughter
refusing to eat
so, I: sea
shanty her.
"Oh what do ya think we'll have for supper?"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Oh maybe we'll have alligator!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Oh but I couldn't eat a whole alligator!"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Well...eat only half and keep half for later!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Eat alligator before he eats you!"
My little sailor suited girl
opens her mouth to laugh
and in pops
Mr. Spoon.
Hmmmmmm.....yum yum.
Soon alligator becomes
her word
for any eatables
whether it be ice cream or scone.
Now she sings
heartily to self
my three year old salty sea dog
'EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!"
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
I saw a sweet dream just now,
She has gotten admitted here,
Pursuing her master's degree,
She's even plumpier than ever,
I now met her just about daily,
And she has not a single issue,
For she's really busy studying.
I meet her one evening nearby,
She is going to Kaveri Hostel,
Public display of my affection,
She loves them so much more,
I cuddle her publicly & softly,
And she just smiles so heartily,
For she is thankful to destiny..
I then text her on WhatsApp,
She smiles after reading text,
"Your Punjabi cheeks are soft,"
She just blushes to herself now,
I plan a date coming weekend,
And she happily agrees to meet,
For it was always her dream...
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
It's a big mistake
That we do ..
We always remind himself
Every thing has a replacement
In whole life ,we heartily learn this lesson...
"Lesson of replacement "
Any person ,any desire ,any thing have a replacement in itself
If you failed to get a some precise thing
Replace it ,into one more thing
If you failed to fulfilled any desire
Replace it ,into one more desire
If you can't achieve any goal
Replace it into one more goal
But
I must say
It can be a good timely formula
To betray himself
In the recycle of replacement ...
There is no replacement of every thing
Love ,respect kindness ,
sensitivity, care ,attention,
humbleness , sentiments...
Yes
Our emotions don't have any replacement .
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 6:32 AM UTC
EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!
Darling daughter
refusing to eat
so, I: sea
shanty her.
"Oh what do ya think we'll have for supper?"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Oh maybe we'll have alligator!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Oh but I couldn't eat a whole alligator!"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Well...eat only half and keep half for later!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Eat-alligator-before-alligator-eats-you!"
My little sailor suited girl
opens her mouth to laugh
and in pops
Mr. Spoon.
Hmmmmmm.....yum yum.
Soon alligator becomes
her word
for any eatables
whether it be ice cream or scone.
Now she sings
heartily to self
my three year old salty sea dog
'EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!"
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
if these ties of cupid
however with hearsay were stupid
that she'd complicate her nature
where her ensemble was audacious
but round a hearth with her nomad
as beast were her shillings
there was her but again wore attire
so attractive but as frozen
and heartily felt as her gait was thrilling
left her gander with grinder eaten.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 6:50 AM UTC
'Bounce my face off the floor, maybe then you will recognize me'
Burn my skin so you will remember my scream
Pull my hair to feel colors slide between your fingers
Punch me
Make me feel something
Other than a lie you built during the day
Making people believe you are charming and handsome
When the true you is conniving and distasteful
Your teeth are never white,
Rotting yellow behind your pale lips
Your hair is thin, and in places on your scalp disappearing
(like I wish I could)
I dream of knocking you down
And breaking your bones harder than you ever snapped mine
And knocking your teeth out
While I pack my bags and watch you bleed on that new tan carpet you just installed
And even adding an extra kick in the head
Just for laughs.
If I am lucky you will be brain dead,
But alive just enough to where you can watch me live my life fully, loving heartily, And most importantly,
Speak my mind without fear, or your voice replacing mine anymore
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
Come to me, my dearest one.
Let me get inside you more;
naivety is your nature,
thus eager to please
and to be pleased
—time flies like a fleeting bluebird,
a fairy in its blue bright spirit,
and still you’re nearing my presence.
Almost there, so be afraid of me,
and yet fond of me,
for I'll never let you stray off anymore
—stop your wandering, no more—
and ‘tis the proof that I hold you so dear.
I long to relish that imminent moment
where you’ll give me the enjoyable tickles
while struggling in my arms tightly locked,
kept held in my blooming *****
in ominous anticipation.
Alas, I'm much eager to please you so
—and I do expect, you would feel the same;
that is what I know from your eyes
trying to shun my eagerness,
still neglecting my attentive gesture
beckoning you to join me,
but you will hide it no longer,
for all of your struggles, big or small no matter,
fans my fanatic yearning for your soul.
So accept me, my foolish child
(so carefree, but still shuddering)
as the dim evening clouds
would shroud the skies above,
sealing off the passage of light
that was once so brilliant,
but now without a reason to exist.
And you, the courted,
don't just stand there
when I come to embrace you heartily,
so induce me—do ****** me,
and betray your fear
to be accepted by me, and only.
Do me a favor, and this shall work
as a token of passion for me;
the perfection is all yours:
the purification of our intents,
the petrifaction of our conscience,
the completion of our unison,
ceasing the compliance
with the rigid standards
of the unworthy.
Wings of the butterfly collapse
altogether, and you will be
awaken, knowing that, my love,
you are truly a butterfly.
Like a pair of moths,
we fly into the torchlight burning incandescent.
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
You get back home weary from shocks,
You being impotent is not your tension,
But how two kids at home call you dad,
Basis of all your tensed thoughts is this,
Your wife still has two kids if not yours,
Your wife has the explanation to make,
May God curse the lying life of your wife.
You just get back home & draw your gun,
You load the fresh magazine in midnight,
Breathing long you put your feet silently,
But the door is ajar and she is fast asleep,
Your (or hers) children in the next room,
Your fingers tremble & you've flashback,
Many memories zoom through your mind.
You decide to use the pillow as a silencer,
You now calmly hold the pillow over her,
Breathing cautiously now you are unsure,
But her infidelity isn't what you expected,
Your heart tells you to introspect yourself,
Your mind changes after thinking about it,
Multiple times yourself have been cheating.
You pause & change your mind about her,
You have the gun now point at your own,
But now you see her stirring in her sleep,
Breaking from her sleep for water she is,
Your presence scares her to the hell now,
Your gun pointed at your heart she sees,
Mighty strength she gathers to ****** it.
You grunt and push her away from you,
You whisper, "Why did you cheat me?"
Before she replies to your weird charge,
Barked again yourself in a low whisper,
***"Your children are not mine now I know,"
"Your husband is technically impotent!"***
Maybe she understood everything now.
You remember that she is a policewoman,
You see her unload the gun and discard it,
***"The children - both - are test tube babies,"
"The **** was mine and fertilized in vitro,"
"Your ***** was used artificially as well,"
"Your DNA from your own hair was used,"***
Might have she followed the procedure.
It seems possible & you regret your actions,
But she just smiles & forgives you heartily,
***"It's okay darling, I kept it secret from you,"
"It's really a cute face you've put up now,"***
You now wish to sink down into the floor,
"You would forgive me for doubting you,"
Must be an angel to let you sink your head into her *****
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
And what in this cruel world is wickeder than love?
With its fiendish teeth sunk into its prey it injects a poison called happiness
And one can assume that it is pleasant for the time being but oh how it bites!
Joy shatters and what lies behind it is the black velvet drape that is despair.
Nothing pains us more, neither death, nor wounds of the flesh, nor affliction of the body
But the insufferable , unbearable stab to the heart that is love’s loss.
It leaves us utterly broken and yet completely whole.
Love is a fool’s game but in that time, a happy fool I was.
The scars of the heart make it hold together more heartily though it heals ever so slowly.
I will be willingly ensnared by this wicked love once more and I hope that once caught it will consume me completely.
Jun 30, 2011
Jun 30, 2011 at 9:56 PM UTC