"hummmm" poems
why is it we find it far too easy to except the acts of harm, why is it it is far more easy to except those same acts of harm with pitiful excuses and reasons are given, many obvious lies.?
I am far from alone in being one whom has excepted these things and I and also far from alone in realizing the true harm in doing this.
Seems there is an option to cure this, When we find the strength to say no, harm is not an option that is relevant in many situations, though yes at times harm is very relevant.?
It has been my experience that most times simply changing my mind set of my own view of a given situation leads to harm as an option being quietly removed from the table of deemed appropriate acts.
So seems this simple act of self discipline causes far less harm to be spread in the world, maybe it can lead to far less buying of **** poor excuses for harm to be used.
hummmm.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
So lunch is on me then eh?
lips suitably pursed, pinkie raised
to the correct angle,
she sits and sips the last dregs of
life she's squeeezzed outta me-
a fitting accompaniment
to the thick slice o' succulent wallet
she's so elegantly carved out of my ***
dripping with greenback,
for those blessed with perfect diction,
her lawyer comments on the tenderness
of my sauteed sweetbread,
"hummmm a little stringy,
but ever so nourishingly juicy".
as he pours the remnants of my self esteem on to his final bill...
alan nettleton
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 8:27 PM UTC
I don't notice when my grip slackens.
The thoughts that held me have long since faded
into the hummmm that rattles through silence.
Untethered, I lose myself. Seemingly
broken into a pack of wild dogs
whose howls and moans echo distantly
Mingling with words uttered aloud
For no one's benefit: "Please, just stop it,"
tumbled down into particulate sound.
(As fine as sand.)
Those fragments that find their way back to me
snap capricious jaws, and left uncertain,
I flinch away from unfamiliar teeth.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
hummmm-
its there in her head, never ending, tonedeaf, dead
it buzzes without pause
it dims the yellow sneaking out of the small lamp by the side of her twin bed
on it she sits wearing nothing but covers, and the one bracelet made by her lover
it is silence, but it is so loud
the digital 2-4-2 stares at her as it has for what seems like hours
is it in her head, beneath her matted hair?
or outside behind the dark curtains?
with every bit that still exists, she shuts her eyes to sleep, counting each and every awkward sheep
if boredom has a voice
it is here now with a hum, talking from the deep
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
finally
a moment
comes
delicately
to sit
relaxed
in quiet
peace.
I close my eyes
to hear
what is in the silence.
beautiful summer rain
soaking
the trees
an the old metal roof
sings along
with unusual songbirds
this year
creaky aluminum
bends in temperature changes
a door sways
back an forth
gentle rhythms
all together
a benevolent band
wet parachuting droplets
bursting on impact,
a soft howling wind
accompanying
their tune.
my ears hummmm..
with vibrations,
apparently
I only hear
when I listen
so intently to life.
which is something
I need to do more often
to be honest
amongst the utter
chaos an confusion
I am currently in.
contentedness for me
is a destination I seek.
it is then-
it is then when I find my ZEN,
where I can honestly be
I honestly am
appreciative
for even
the pain
that I have felt.
that I've endured.
that I have persevered over.
why?
you might wonder?
I think it is simple-
cumulus clouds provide rain,
rain provides water,
water is life.
I am water,
an therefore
I wish to be.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
Hummmm.
Mon Immortelle, mes aïeux !
Comme tu es appétissante !
Je n'en crois pas mes yeux !
J'ai agrandi ta photo jusqu'à ce qu'elle crève l 'écran.
J 'aurais pu t'embrasser si je l 'avais voulu,
Tellement tu étais proche, magnifiée !
Mais je me suis retenu
et j 'ai décidé de détourner le regard de ta chair et de me concentrer sur les accessoires
car le risque d'atteindre une illumination visuelle à distance aurait été grand
si j 'avais seulement pris le temps de m'attarder
Une demi-seconde sur le lac de tes yeux profonds
et la moue sur tes lèvres couleur aubergine
Je me suis donc consacré exclusivement à l 'examen minutieux,
Détail après détail,
de tes accessoires, de tes épices.
Oh ne m'en veux pas
Si ce n 'était pas toi, la déesse, que je regardais défiler
Sur l 'écran à vitesse lente chevauchant une tigresse blanche
Mais tes accessoires
Et tes accessoires en disent long sur ton essentiel !
Ce sont des accessoires magiques, physiques, magnétiques, chimiques
Un simple verre de vin de letchi devient entre tes doigts du divin jus de jade
Tes boucles d'oreille et ton collier d'argent assorti d'une fleur blanche odorante majestueuse!
Jasmin ? Frangipanier ? Rose ? Orchidée ? Lotus ? Dis moi !
Tes bagues dorées au majeur et à l 'annulaire, main droite comme main gauche, deux par main
Des fleurs, encore des boutons de fleurs !
De veuvage ? De mariage ? De fiançailles ?
Tes deux bracelets d'argent au poignet gauche
Sans oublier ta robe bleue imprimée à fleurs
Et tes mocassins bleus assortis.
Et ton pantalon blanc bien évidemment !
Laissons de côté ce sublime rouge à lèvres couleur aubergine !
Bref j 'ai passé en ***** tout ce qui t'enlumine et t'illumine
Sans être toi tout en étant toi.
Comme ton sac en bandoulière et ce verre de vin de letchi ou de jade que tu presses entre tes doigts.
Tes accessoires sont la voie royale vers ton essentiel !
Et je sais désormais que tu es fleur caméléon,
Je sais les couleurs de ta quintessence :
Tigresse de jade blanc aux oreilles et au cou
Dorée au bout des doigts
et marron et blanche sur fond bleu,
Toute de lianes et feuilles et clochettes
Toute fleurs de safran, gingembre, curcuma
Piment, tamarin et cannelle
Des épaules aux cuisses !
Me voilà bien avancé, n 'est-ce pas, ma fleur,
Dragon de jade, sur ton chemin de Compostelle ! ?
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 5:18 AM UTC
icantfindthequiet.
even when
it's just the t/a/p/p/ing
of the blinds
& the hummmm mmmm of the fan
there is no {peace}
#peaceful
as _ the _ air _ moves _ across
my body
E. very. cell.
wishesitwere
YoU
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
sitting in my car
waiting for a train
listening to the hummmm
of the engine
and it lulls me to sleep
only to be wakened
by the blare of a horn
behind me
the nerve of some people!!!
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC