"iin" poems
And here I am
Throwing yo Iin the bathroom
I'm a iiiye
Upset
If can't tell.
Why not choose me your
Love and thing
In use
You make me ****
It's a stand alone complex
Ghost in the shell
Animatrix.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
A shared cab toghther we grasp the nights end.
black stockings a well fitting suit hours have died torwards a blissful ending sidewalk's paint the
after thought as faces that ghost's haunt other stories later I'll cast thoose stories towards paper.
Rearview glances traces memeories moved along silkend thigh.
In warmth we cast aside a New york streets cold does this city sleep in time when even I seem worn?
Streets past my thoughts still will not erase a sense of no direction but a ending is always clear.
Above the lights apartment view downward we cast care topassion met in bed left as reackless
desire spinning yarns scattred across the floor.
A blizzrd outside seldom matches the fire within.
Time makes us care and the effect never seems to last.
Goobye we set are eye's to a path we never seem to once again cross.
Iin bouban scented clothes tainted from the nights exploits washed clean in regert.
Maybe another night we will exist as starnger only to return to bed's now treated as tomb.
I cant imagine the direction through the door another shall fill the past's role.
Lovers and fools resemble each other all to often.
But what of the stranger who catches a nights tressure from life's rear view.
A empty bar seats turned apon tables to sweep away dust like thoughts ive burried and broken glass.
Love like a match book is often burned up in passions and choices often given little thought.
A cab ride cross town takes such a diffrent view alone.
Maybe faces passed now can be given light.
through a srcambled haze the pen does embrace page.
Another night was the theme it's ending may never be the same.
To understand the edge is only to have crossed it at some point.
words like punches in some drunken brawl never lose there sting.
I spiral in directions and embrace every vacant streets view chasing all lost cause but
never you.
Time has broken the clock set in stone was the nights moment i forever cast in a fools time.
The end till next time
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 2:12 PM UTC
*
And if this lovely moment is for 32 candle lights;
On your wedding Anniversary , you are dressed in white,
While the early morning showers down pour
we, will be the one singing along the shore!
Being both of us lost in each others eyes,
Whereas all the nights, shining stars arise,
Hearing the light murmuring of the oceanic,
we do unveil the curtain of mystery of love iin panic
Sniffing your red cheeks, softly both pull aside;
Sweet is the cherry flower bloom beside;
the sun, the sand, the blue sky and the wind,
Fostering, nurturing both your body and min
*
BY
Williamsji Maveli
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
Pace non trovo e non ** da far guerra,
e temo e spero; ed ardo e son un ghiaccio;
e volo sopra 'l cielo e giaccio in terra;
e nulla stringo, e tutto 'l mondo abbraccio.
Tal m'ha in pregion, che non m'apre né serra,
né per suo mi riten né scioglie il laccio;
e non m'ancide Amore e non mi sferra,
né mi vuol vivo né mi trae d'impaccio.
Veggio senza occhi e non ** lingua e grido;
e bramo di perir e cheggio aita;
ed ** in odio me stesso ed amo altrui.
Pascomi di dolor, piangendo rido;
egualmente mi spiace morte e vita;
iin questo stato son, Donna, per voi.
892
February 6, 2011 at 10:09pm
Why I just don't like thee..
I don't like thee's annoying messy hair
that flips through the air...
I don't like thee's funny and low voice
that I have to listen with no choice...
I don't like thee's huge and chubby body
he looks more like a bunny...
I don't like thee's smile and crazy looks
it just make me bow and read my book...
I don't like thee's weird and mysterious glances...
it pounds my heart to dance...
I don't like thee's soft and gentle light..
he makes me feel weak inside...
I don't like thee's warm and cuddling arms
he's like a hunter that senses harm...
I don't like thee's way of saying my name
because he says it not just as same...
I don't like thee's being right all the time..
for when he opens his mouth I'm silenced...
I just don't like thee at all....
For it is not just liking thee that make me feel this way
an incomparable joy that takes my blues away..
FOR I DO LOVE THEE..
I love his hair
as it plays into the air
I love as he speaks in funny and low voice
that makes me listen as the only choice
I love his huge and chubby body
he's actually cuter than a bunny
I love how he smile and his crazy looks
I just blush and pretends to read my book
I love the weirdness and the mystery of his glances
it make my heart to gracefully dance
I love his soft and gentle light
Iit weakens my soul inside
I love the warmth of his cuddling arms
I know it can protect me from any harm
I love the way he says my name
there's no one who can say it as same
I love it when he is always right all the time
Iin my amazement I am silenced...
**I JUST DO LOVE THEE..
WITH GREATER REASONS SAID ABOVE...
WITH REASONS THAT MY MIND CANNOT EVEN UNDERSTAND...
I JUST LOVE YOU
NO MATTER HOW MY LIPS CRITICIZE AND DENY
MY HEART BEATS THIS ONE LINE...
I LOVE YOU
AND I HOPE YOU DO KNOW...**
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
There was a time
a few hundred years ago when there was a story
that most people don't know about the time of Shakespeare
and the theater in the round how they found a way
to make more money
than what was legally bound by means of a childs game tmusical chairs of sorts
before the game existed
all for profit
all for the people
I'm sure they insisted
no it was not for the people it was a calculated game
of how to blame
others
for failing to receive
their rightful due
and that's why
the shysters of the day
would sell rich people
one seat
one comfortable place
to watch the show
without any problem
and the poor people
in the cheap seats
they would sell
hundreds more
than were available
why .....?
...why of course its the game of musical chairs
so to speak t
They realized there would be fights breaking out
with yells and screams
and horrid shouts
that would bring the cops
The order takers
Order keepers
to all those fighting
dragging those on the ground away
and then it would be
seats for all
and more profit
for the ones who did
the deed
of selling the seats
in planting the seeds
of discontent.
Today there are politician
who choose
to play this game
just the same
as then
as they seek
to overcrowd the poor
not with cheap seats
but the places
in whicht we live
the inner cities
All iin the same Hope
that the show is for the rich
and the rich will enjoy
all thats there
Prosperity
enough ...hopefully
to pass out the tips
The Leftovers
the bestowed
no one's going to listen
to the poor
the disenchanted
he angry ones
who paid dearly for nothing who got everything
they deserved
according to the ones
who served
those who they believed were worthy people
were the ones ...
....who had power
the ones who could help them
never realizeing
that they too
were sitting in the cheap seats
you do ...you get what you pay for
and you will pay what you got.
Adam was just dust until he was formed and only by the Breath of life did he become a living soul.
Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 10:44 AM UTC
There are moments sacred
in that predawn sanctuary of your arms
I still drift away
Serene in the ebb and flow of light.
Quiet blue eyes that see only me
And the vision is enough
Your voice as you pray.
Distant drumming thunder
I dance
Hands outstretched
Fingertips wet with remembrance of the rain.
You are love without shame.
Embrace me with weathered hands
And I am safe
Tracing scars and storylines
Little boy laughter and airplane rides
Newborn pups cupped in your palms
So many tears wiped clean
From my cheeks
When the deluge in my heart crashes through....
I find sanctuary
Iin the rise and fall of your chest
As you sleep wrapped around me
And there are moments sacred
When chaos fades
And you are all I see…
TL Boehm
08/24/10
For my husband - with love....
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
A hurting heart
with a broken smile
Only when no one is home
Warm hearted
& none stop smiling
When I am no longer alone
Putting up a show
Iin which how/whom I wish
to be & feel
Yet behind the curtains
you will not recognize me
This is who I am
& how I feel
Lost, & hopeless
If you will.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
In Love Spell
Your cup of beauty is like a divine wine
Your sweet figure is so pure and graceful
Beauty redefines the sweet love line
My love being faithful I am so grateful
My sweetheart you are like dawn of the day
For your charming playful graces I seek
Hide and seek iin a most sweet romantic way
Let us grow and glow to the highest peak
Let me love, praise and embrace in love spell
Let me praise your like an ancient deity
Let me be only yours land et me be infidel
Let us be the followers of spontaneity:
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright July 2021 Love Remains
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 11:17 AM UTC