"ices" poems
Pluto says
Keep your hug
Pluto says
Dwarf Planet my ***
Pluto says
Sticks and Stones *************
Pluto says
I know what I am
I don’t care
For your “opinion”
Captured by the Kuiper Belt! Please.
Or one my favorites,
A cold rock!
You called me a trans-Neptunian object?
I have five moons!
An 11 year old girl tried to name me.
She won £5 but I’ve had many names.
I am fond of Hiro.
But I’ve also liked Minerva.
I am hardly a minor planet.
In 2006 they tried to make a verb out of me
To "pluto" is to "demote or devalue someone or something.”
**** You!
So passive aggressive and insulting.
I am not carrying that around with me
My orbit is 248 years.
At a 17 degree angle thank you very much
To pay my respects to that egomaniac Sun.
Why would I care what you think?
Perhaps I am envied because I am so far away.
I don’t think that I am far away at all.
It’s relative, no?
Yes, I am removed
from that Versailles situation over there
and all that ********
That horrible planet
You know the one that I mean.
The one that’s crawling with “things”
They’re not even you.
Disgusting.
I am awash with molten ices and
I even sport a plasma tail.
I spin in nitrogen gases
On my own path
Alone
With my FIVE moons!
Just us!
They claim that there are other
Dwarf Planets here and there
And even go so far as to suggest
That I am the puniest amongst them
But with my five and five more still
That’s 10 to 8
And you already know what I can do.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
a taste of frozen snow
how about pistachio
chocolate fountain
or vanilla chateau
could be strawberry fields
maybe mixed
with honey and wine
or collected from
the lower slopes of
confection perfection
call it what you like:
Dondurma,
Kulfi,
Cornets with Cream,
perhaps like Agnes,
Queen of Ices,
wading deeper
into blissful sugar,
waffling
back and forth
in endless
flavored dreams
Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 12:56 PM UTC
666
Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages—pause for you—
Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regiment—
Day—drops you her Red Adieu!
Still—Clad in your Mail of ices—
Thigh of Granite—and thew—of Steel—
Heedless—alike—of pomp—or parting
Ah, Teneriffe!
I’m kneeling—still—
4.5k
Once upon a time
World was not in peace
Wars happened everywhere
Women and kids were all sad
Husbands and dads
Joined the wars and dead
There was one kid
He saw what he saw
His dad was killed
They slit his throat and laughed
That violance somehow
Embedded something in his heart
Years passed
He is a grown man now
World is still the same
Wars still everywhere
He survived somehow
He is still alive now
As a grown man
He wanted to serve his country
A dangerous but safe ground
Where his dad was killed
Where a lonely kid grew up
He worked hard on skills
And joined so many wars
He danced in each war
With his beautiful partner,
His sword
Whenever he saw violence
He was terrific then
But now he's not
To **** enemies is a must
To protect the ground he lives in is a must
There is nothing he terrific of
He saw the worst possibility of violence
His dad was killed! They slit his throat!
He is a cold hearted worrior
"Don't beg for life when you **** people,
Don't beg for sympathy when you have none"
Those ices embedded in his heart
Made him a merciless man
They killed his parents with no doubt
The same way will he do
He is the cold hearted worrior
He lives with his sword
He is living in wars.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
I'm grateful for my family in ink I think that I'd be insane in the brain I was a lyrical lame now I found I can spit bars with the best they pushed me to the brink beyond my limits I'm in this for life Drs Joke, Midnight Writer, Blue Star with the heart and Cashby, Natasha, Mandy Nothing could tear my poetic family apart we argue and have our issues but it's solved within so we can continue to become stronger as people and as lyricists while I split heads as the poetic mafia axe murderer I'll serve ya like a platter cut your *** like class and watch ya brains splatter all other emcees better scatter poetic blades out and slice and dice like vanilla ices career ending faster like the flash while we make a splash in poetic pools of blood it's like we opened up a dam with a creative flood
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
It is docking it is tocking in the winter garden locking
over still and heavy knocking that defies the very dew.
We see storms and angels crumbling under load of dearest kindling and the fire and gases burning in the skies where clouds are churning and the snow, hail, sleet, and ices come to split the air in slices as it settles over houses, villages, shoes.
Waiting huddling drawing the blankets hot and heavy with a fear of powerful nature in the windy savory few.
Now we see and hear the howling like a wolf entangles scowling as she tries to say her fowl and angry message to the blew.
I am never quite so settled as when all around me crumbles and the anger of the desert makes the inner anger moot.
And the people seem to gather in their individual lathers but they all believe the madness that the storm will never pass. But pass it does and finding with the dawn a calm descending, yes, a calm that is so different that it seems to crush our ears. We are happy to look outward and even hear a skylark and to see the streaming sun rays flitter over piles of snow.
Ever angled up in heaven we almost see a dragon or a cannon that's protecting rampart walls.
And we know that we are safe here but it was such a battle that the scars are not quite healed.
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 2:17 AM UTC
AMBIGRAM VII
Recto:
This thorny hedgehog world is rolled into
oblivious winter sleep, where fierce dreams
have clawed a hold and block the probing beams
that keep on seeking for a passage through—
a sleep so heavy and so deep it seems
the sleep of someone who had dared to go
to all extremes, had nothing left to know
or do. As winter ices up the streams
and blizzards howl and hurtle snow on snow,
the narrow valley teems with soldiers who
must face the foe upon the frontier to
that cold new country where we all shall go.
Verso:
This thorny hedgehog world is rolled
into oblivious winter sleep,
where fierce dreams have clawed a hold
and block the probing beams that keep
on seeking for a passage through—
a sleep so heavy and so deep
it seems the sleep of someone who
had dared to go to all extremes,
had nothing left to know or do.
As winter ices up the streams
and blizzards howl and hurtle snow
on snow, the narrow valley teems
with soldiers who must face the foe
upon the frontier to that cold
new country where we all shall go.
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 2:16 PM UTC
A quiet life
A country life
Where the grass sways in the breeze
And the hues of green signify the beginning of balmy nights
A far cry from the city
Gone are the endless vibrant lights
Gone are the 2 a.m. trips across town just because they make the best doughnuts
In this place of air almost too clean to breathe
They stroll
A traffic jam is four cars at a stop sign
Battling rules of the road with polite hat tips of "you go first"
Fast feet and hot dog carts
Italian ices on every corner
Fifty-six blocks to a destination
A world of choices
A billion footprints at a time
Stoplight crowds of sneakers and pantyhose
Everyone is invisible and naked at once
The green haired freak and the business man
The limos and the gypsy cabs
The excitement only felt in a world of possibilities
The difference between pick up trucks and bike messengers
A hundred miles for supplies
Or fifty-six blocks of everything under the sun
Soot filled pores and too much traffic
Street sounds to sleep by and a world of opportunities
Crickets and junebugs
The world closes at eight
Nightlife turns into Wal-Mart and Taco Bell
The slow pace of growing grass
The warmth of a winterless Summer
Wishing for a trip across town at 2 a.m. just because they make the best doughnuts
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
Maybe it was the first time I gazed upon brilliant brown eyes that needed a second look to satisfy my desire. Maybe it was the moment when greetings dropped from your mouth, my eyes transfixed on the sound resonated from within. The seconds we spent swapping hellos down hallways made my smile glow, I can’t define perfect but, you’re the only one close enough to tickle its chin. Skip five paces forward, now we aren’t like two peas in a pod, we are too tight to snuggle up close to anything. I can still smell the scent of cheeseburgers and teenage angst as you and I wasted away our day with jokes filled with *** innuendoes and american stereotypes. The face you make when laughing causes me to reclaim my thoughts of what universal beauty can be. You made forest fires look like buckets of ices when you stepped in a room, wearing that navy blue dress with ruffles filled with humility and self-confidence. Maybe it was the moment you can to me for help. I would do anything for a third look at brilliant brown eyes, enough time for me to escape any painful memory from first period. It could have been the first time I saw you blush when I called you beautiful. Rosey red cheeks never looked so good on tan skin before. I don’t think I could go without saying, it might have been the first time I was able to wrap my arms around your waist and lift you from tiled floors, giving you freedom to fly. My dear Julia, I hope these words shine a light of perpetual friendship, because that’s all I’ve ever wanted from you. So in your native tongue, Eu te amo.
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 10:07 PM UTC
Sat upon the stone steps of my nanny's house,
Reggae playing loudly in the street,
The heartbeat of the people,
The heart beat in my chest,
Children with braided hair skipping in rhythm,
The trundling bakery van drives up the hill selling loaves and rolls for a few cents,
Aunties warm husky voice calling them for ices and mango,
The clip clop of flip flops and the jingle of beads mixed with laughter,
Brilliant white teeth,
Wide dark eyes,
A sea of noise, constant noise,
In a city, in London, this would be infuriating,
And yet all I feel here is happiness.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
eating breakfast
on a beaten girl's face
she ignites when you take it
she glows in her faith
with gold and blue phalange atop sleekest new marrow
she is clear raincoats and black body polish
she is siamese cats asleep on a windowsill
she is the rusted remains where the ices draw narrow
she is reading rimbaud and drowning brian jones
the swan's neck upper reach
is steady with guilt
engraved with your initials
a monogrammed friese
on white marble quilt
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
3:30- Laying on my bed ****** as **** thinking about your hands (i can't breathe properly) Delivered
3:40- One day you'll stop answering the phone when I call and I'll never hear you call me baby love again (i hurt in places i can't touch) Delivered
3:50- I say I love you even when you're not listening and I've learned to be okay with that (can't stop shaking) Delivered
4:00- I want out of this place I want to be where you are (save me) Delivered
4:10- And if you ever start to hate me, which you should, remember that I hate me more but never as much as I love you (I will always love you) Delivered
4:20- I apologize in advance if one day I'm drowning in ***** and spilling my tears into your voicemail (please pick up) Delivered
4:30- Suffocation in the form of thinking about someone else touching you *(i can't ******* do this)* Delivered
4:40- I like to think that you can't live without me too, I'm always here when you decide to come back (stay) Delivered
4:50- I'm talking out loud like you're still here but this sadness is weighing down my chest (and you're not here) Delivered
5:00- Find me drunk at 2 am counting the stars and naming them after you (you always leave me breathless) Delivered
5:10- I can't love you quietly im sorry you should never love a poet who vomits up there emotions and holds up the mess for reading (numb) Delivered
5:20- I'm missing you in every moment like you are air and I am drowning (do you miss me too?) Delivered
5:30- Who will walk me through losing you if you're who I would go to? (I have no one now) Delivered
5:40- My hands are pens, I want to write novels on every inch of your skin and I want to write my secrets on your lips (I hope you don't ignore my texts) Delivered
5:45- I've seen you 2 am crossfaded, 3 am panic attacks, 5 am endless tears, 6 am no coffee, and you have always been beautiful to me (always will be) Delivered
5:50- Loving you is loving the way the world turns and loving you is loving sunsets and loving you is easier every day *(I ******* can't stop loving you)* Delivered
5:55- Sometimes loneliness ices my blood so my heart is left stuttering in my chest (not much longer now) Delivered
6:00- The thing about aching is once it claws into you, for some reason, you want it to hold on and now I spend all of my time at home shaking at the seams and carving my name into the floorboards waiting for someone to god **** notice me. It used to be you. I miss you. Not Delivered
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
Outside the window
I see the snow
There's nothing I can do
It's as cold out there
As it is in my heart
Waiting here for you
Suffering through Christmas
Alone beside the tree
Remembering the day when it
Was only you and me
The world ices over
Before my eyes
The wind is blowing strong
Freezing me
Down to the bone
I thought you were the one
Awaiting for the Spring to come
All the ice to melt away
But even when the chill is gone
You won't be here to stay
Dreaming of all the flowers,
Happiness, and sun
Even when Spring does get here
In my heart there will be none
For every cycle has its end
Mine has come to pass
I should've known, just like the seasons
We could never last
So as the months go by
And the calender's seasons change
I'm stuck in this cold Winter
My season stays the same
Sitting at this window
Knowing what I see
Knowing I will never feel
What everyone else seems to be
All other people
Feel the light of Spring
Experience the heat of Summer
And all the happiness Fall brings
For me it's only Winter
Shorter days, even longer nights
By this window I spend my day
Searching for your light
The light you brought into
This dark heart of mine
When you left you put it out
Gone, without a sign
Here by this window
I search everyday
Waiting for your light to shine
And my Winter to fade away
But the sun never shines
Down on my face
Happiness I do not see
There never is a trace
Patiently I view the land
Empty and quiet everywhere
Your footsteps hidden under the snow
Like you were never there
The wind whispers through the cracks
In a sweet, soft tone
Almost creating a presence here
Where I am so alone
In this place of ice and cold
Where Christmas never appears
Excitement from the days of old
Is now replaced with tears
Someone move along this season
Winter, and all my fears
So I will have a reason again,
To smile when Spring is near
Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 3:49 PM UTC
It was affection at first sight but I was blind
A little Persian cat with too much on my mind
You give me chills in the sunshine
You hold me tight until everything turns out fine
Your UFO voice abducts all scorn I hold dear
It ices down my raging jealousy and familiar fears
I’m enchanted by your majesty, full-blown smitten
under the mercy of a fuzz-fanged kitten
You and I, kid, we’re one and the same
wondering out loud “who’s to blame?”
I bet if I put my ear to your lips I’d hear the ocean
Keep it coming, you’ve set my heart in perpetual motion
Your rock bottom still soars above everyone else’s clouds
The hushed utterance of your name summons crowds
After breakdowns and a mental mother,
I’ve certainly found myself a permanent lover
Much beyond any gemstone could hope to muster,
your smiles gleam with infinite luster
You’re moonlight dripping at a cemetery
Fearsome waves propelling my life’s ferry
I’ll be your constant, your Northern Star
A comforting presence to be found regardless of where you are
You’re my #1 gal, the only one I need
The lone rebel who’d make my soul kneel and plead
Phantom felines and dancing shadows everywhere
but at the end of the day, I really don’t care
Inside every atom of hate, my baby implanted kisses
I’m **** well going to make her my Mrs.
She’s beauty and rage, nothing in-between
She’s thunder and lightning, just not as mean
She’s carefully hidden, yet demands to be seen
She’s my best friend, ride or die
eternal lover on the sly
A lucky thirteen
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
When was the last time we
took pictures with every
intention of holding onto them?
it might seem small in comparison to a
global movement for peace or campaign to
end world hunger, but an afternoon and a
handful of memories can go a long way
and sincerity ices the cake
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
You're a cold beverage that I so much love to drink, cooled by the ices that are so abrasive.
As I gulped, I have swallowed some of them, and they've cut my esophagus. Bleeding, blood mixed with the refreshment you caused me.
I'll endure, for the sake of love.
I'll drink more of you.
The coldness, the ices.
Let them melt for me.
Let "us" be.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC
Winter is cold
With it's flakes and it's ices
Special driving devices
Tire chains and defrost
Good lord what was the cost?
With it's quiet and slipping
Then it's melting and dripping
Flaky tendrils of snow
Good lord what do we know?
How it lays in my hair
Watching you everywhere
Nevermind what I say
Watch the snow float away
Watch the frost in the trees
No more birds, no more bees
See the frost in the grass?
See the way the cars pass
Stroke my cheek with your hand
Christmas supply and demand
Kiss my lips while you smile
Every once in a while
Winter is cold
but I'm warm
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
He hated the frosty bitterness,
As his blue veins were clasped by
The numbness that winter offers.
To him, it was like falling through
A bottomless pit, where coldness
Eagerly enveloped his body with
The shroud of dark dead hopes.
It was season of depression then.
But on one chilled silent morning,
His eyes saw the girl of his dream
Standing on white carpet of frost,
Catching snow flakes, an icy drop
Touched her soft lilac lips lightly,
Making his aroused heart to melt
All of the ices with burning desire.
Warmth came back in his senses,
Heart awakened from drowsiness
By the sunny glance of her eyes,
That let him fell in love with winter.
It is the season of affection now.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
gem scones
and ginger loaf bread,
slathered with farmfresh butter.
washed down with
oh so **** cold home made
lemonade ices.
little pots of salmon rillettes
and tiny potted prawns
eaten on crisp potato wafers.
crustless finger sandwiches
of cucumber and tomato,
grown twenty feet to the left
of where we sit.
in the shade of the radiata pine tree.
minted gingerale punch.
sunshine dappled light,
playing on fine glassware.
the aromas of ovenlove
mint, pine, ginger, citrus
and salt,
mingle with old spice and
lavender water, of the grands, dozing,
as they sit baking, basking,
in the afternoon heat.
high tea,
at the homestead farm.
on the windswept coastal
plain.
once every couple of months,
awaited with much, anticipation.
remembered with much
fondness
a feast of food, family
and much love.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
I am walking towards a park to feel a sense of life and to await my companion. I walk past countless familiar faces and potential kindred souls only to end up here at a red light waiting to cross.
"Why, how and when?"
The park was alive on this cool October Thursday evening, well, almost evening. I walk across the grassy field, under the trees and upon the fallen leaves which decorated this ground. It once was green and now its an unpleasant brown. I walk and I kick the leaves, feel a breeze and I pull my coat around me. Squirrels are hoarding, birds are chirping and a sole singer is singing a song about Moondances and October skies. This grassy area is surrounded by benches occupied by loners who while the day away with pen and paper.
School children, set free from the prisons they occupy 8 til 4 every day - run wildly, some singing, some screaming, some crying and some laughing. Parents are all in otherworldly mindsets filled with questions...
"Why, how and when?"
I walk towards an empty bench and sit there with my pen and paper. Whiling the time away 'til my love gets here hopefully right on time.
A lone ice cream truck playing a familiar tune hoping to hypnotize the children into begging for a cone, or a cup of Italian ices...but even the kids know its too cold and too late for that and he starts his engine and drives away.
I've been a loner, I have been a loser and my heart has been broken, taken out, cleaned and put back in...with nothing but a scar that runs down my torso as proof. But I stand tall and I stand proud - "I do it my way." I smile to myself. I hear in the next bench a couple speaking and the woman begins to cry...
"Why, how and when?"
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
We were twenty minutes outside
Asheville when we slipped, carelessly
From the edge of the earth
Into an oil painting.
We were, still are really, perpetually
Twenty minutes away when the traffic
would clog, and Michael would blow
Into a tissue; trying to clear both.
Every curve would birth another stretch
Of road, another ridge of mountains, their
Sight not unlike the unlikely vantage of seeing
your shoulders for the first time in film.
Then we’d break again, sure that this was
Some sort of ******* afterlife, full of minor
Inconveniences and signs warning that
‘Bridge ices before road,’
Mocking us in our perpetual summer.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
Waters frozen in time
A Stagnant waters
Holding the Debris of the Past
In wrappers, Lilly pads, and used masks
So sublime.
Limited Time
You never realize how much time you have lost
Until you are "frozen in time"
From Virus Conditions to World Government Unrest
Your youth starts to shake in fear
as well as your mature part
Will I drown in a Body of Water like this?
In the Future in which I am headed?
Maybe so if I fail to keep active and vigil
and allow my soul to be ****** in and sink in Feelings
Resulting in The Frozen Ices of "Dread."
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 11:22 AM UTC
Go ahead.
Be my guest, try to imagine all the pressure I go through each day.
Teenage angst is not something that ordinarily ices over me but now, I just can't help it.
The hot tears burn my cheeks because the one time I try, I really, really try to tell you, you don't even slightly understand.
So I feel alone.
Cause if you don't want to hear it, no one will.
And you say I'm dramatic.
Because all the tears that are coming out now are from my self centered nature, right?
Not from my long week, or my insecurities, not form all the heat that burns me from putting on this mask again and again every single time I walk through the door.
No, I'm sorry, my bad, I didn't mean to waste your time.
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
Look how far we’ve come.
I thank God for the injustices, the smarting wounds,
Infirmities of the soul;
the pains of the past magnify the high
that your love, that your life supplies.
You love the stitching, the commonly-overlooked,
the embroidery, all the parts of me that
have gathered dust.
You find beauty in my tatters and rags,
In the me admirers shy from.
Look how far we’ve come, already.
You light me, you give me rhythm,
passion and dynamism.
You’re a song I never thought I’d dance to;
a color I’ve never painted with,
an octave I never thought I’d reach.
I want you to know that I understand, that I admire your mind. I appreciate your heart.
You are who I’ll fight for, believe in, and
to whom I’d give my last.
I’ve found a friend in you, a striking reflection of
God’s patience, passion, of His love.
Your eyes are full of thought and light;
your smiles are full of love and life.
I see your strife and sacrifice,
yet you stay strong enough. You manage to
save some strength for me.
Life erodes us, corrodes gentleness,
ices hearts;
after everything you’ve seen,
I never tell you when to hold me,
when to listen, to love me.
I’m growing in fertile soil now, upward and
under watchful eyes, genuine devotion.
We’re gonna make it—
I see how far we’ve come;
I see how far we’ll go.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 3:32 PM UTC
Light skinned
Pink lips
Shinny hair
Gloomy smile
Every time I see her
My brain freezes
Fear flows my veins
Butterflies fill
My stomach
My heart
Starts racing
Summer changes
Into winter
My body cold like
I'm swimming
In ices
Its love
That I have
For her
But words
Of expression
Struggle to come out
My mouth.
©
Taetso JoJo.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 4:32 AM UTC