"imelda" poems
Gazing through the tallest
green nettles
I realized they do
not bite me
Cause it was not the day
for stings and aching
Cause i had the black
mountain boots
and a heart
on my
dim
dark
sport gown
My hands reached
upwards
the Heavens
towards
the white yello
Crown
of
Elder's Abundance
Where Scented Blossoms
Coloured my skin
And exposed my life lines
After
The coolest tangerine
Lemonade
I sat on the black soil
squished young grasses
and found the
tiniest
snail
baby
My palm was a giant Plato
For it's snailish leg
On the left one
he was without weight
portruding forth
to his destination
Is it possible that
his house was
3,5 mm
long
Isn't it cute
that when streched
was 7 mm
at lenght
Visible horns
like 1 mm
and half of it
The upper
The downward
Twotwo
Four
What are you looking at
My lines or me
If he climbs from my
left palm on the right one
It's ment to be
I'll visit the seaside
Fibbonacci House Spiralled
Inner layers with colours
outer still
and translucent
Is it possible
this tiny snail
thinks about me
It didn't work
It remained
on my heart's side
Then I moved this
cutest creature
on my right palm
Little little snail
you're not a match
to squeeze
From the right to the left
I thought to myself
he is she
i don't know
snail's so young
for sure it doesn't seek another snail
To cherrish and love
Yet
It
Climbed on my left thumb
Beautiful in motion
As a revolution
For better days
It is my heart's side
My vision became
Sharp
Clouds
Waffed all around on the deepest blue
White and puffy
Magickal
Metallic
Dragonfly
Emerged out of
Nowhere
Had landed on a spider web
cocoon
on the Verge
of Enchanted Forest
Where grave monument resides
Dragonfly
was in the air
the invisible wings fluttered
My sharp vision
focused on
another three
Blueish
camerades
They don't need los zapatos
They are not obsessed as
Imelda was
And i wasn't thinking
about that at all
This words are for you:
thank you for the music
but the dragonflies
buterflies I love
most.
They were near my
heart,
one caressed among
tall grasses
one butterfly
also
not in oslo
and
Fibbonnaci Friend
who gave me this
Sharp vision
To see the magic
revealing all
around.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Hand write
( Hands right
Sinistral kid)
Me a love poem.
(A sonnet?
Whatever)
Make me feel like a queen,
(Like Joanna of Castile?
I know who she is, you ****
Like I am worshipped and adored.
(Like Imelda Marcos then?
I have more shoes)
Make my heart flutter
(Arrhythmia
Whatever)
And swell until it bursts.
(Be careful what you wish for
......................)
Treat me like a princess
(Shanti Rajya Lakshmi Devi
I've Googled her as well)
And make all my dreams come true.
(I dream of a loaded gun.
So you can **** me?)
"No, just myself.
All I want is for you to ******* feel something".
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
As Mercutio in Romeo and Juliet did not say with his dying breath:
No, 'tis not so deep as a Harvey, nor so wide as a
Rita; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
All of you
What would I do without all of you
I love you and you should know that it’s true
Got my head thinking, my mind pondering
And I don’t know what to say
Not long ago you came in my way
In my heart I’m gona make a place for you to stay
For those who encourage me and frown at me
You all that I see
My head’s under water
But I’m breathing fine
You’re all crazy
And I’m out of my mind
Cuz I love all of you
I’ll lay my life for you too
Even my teasers and those haters
All my brothers, friends and sisters
Just like one plus one is two
All this that I say na true
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I fall I’m flying
Could it be that
I love all of you
Even those times
You made me mad too
Hopeezy, Peter and Imelda
Johnbosco, Margaret and Anita
To mention a few
Can’t do without all of you
You are my downfall
You’re my muse
My best attraction
The wisest and fools
I can’t stop singing
Can’t do without you for real
Could it be that I love all of you
Even those times you made me mad too.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
No Imelda Marcos, she,
One good pair of shoes for me,
Plain, flat, sensible, black,
No **** high heels, alack,
But I can walk where I want to be,
One good pair of shoes for me!
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
Imelda Marcos had only three
hundred and sixty five pairs of
footwear. Every leap year once in
four, she went shoeless for charity.
Muslim Women fled barefoot to
Bangladesh from Burma, because
Aung San Suu Kyi believed, that
charity must always begin at home!
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 6:08 AM UTC