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"impetuosity" poems
Discoboli of African poetry has now sparked above aphasia The aphasic silence today breaks eardrums with cacophony Of the world audience in the by standing duty of workshop tubes, Executing poetic experiment on the origin of **** poeticus To link the archaic baboonish proteins to the black chimpanzee Cradling African man, the sire of all and their poetry. That when the Chimpanzee blood we poured Into the African veins of vena cava and aorta, Feeding the heart with viscosity of nutrition, And the Chimpanzee blood fell into deadly Tomperousness like Shakespearean impetuosity Once seen in Romeo and Juliet, giving timely Birth To untimely half the yellow Sun That juxtaposed planet of poetry Behind the star of tribe as a priority Condemning to stark oblivion all the fated, in full uniform of tribal dimunitions, or mimesis. Ever predated on when tribes form nations. A time to try the chimpanzee blood in the veins Of white humanity, battling cynosure Historically evinced in Antony and his father, Or Tybalt and Mercurial of mercutio, Or Macbeth and counterparts Or Hamlet the Danish and the inheritors of his mother, As the white blood cells of the white blood, Militantly attack the white corpuscles Of the misfortunate chimpanzee, Converting the later into A chewer of misfortune.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
CHIMPANZEE BLOOD INSIDE AFRICAN VEINES
I'd last about an hour as a clerk inside a store invariably I'd shoot my mouth off about someone's daughter dressing  like a ***** or making comments about the dreadful things  consumed which would include a good 99% of the people in the room I'd eventually end up getting my lights punched  out after  *********  someone as  a fat ***  undiscerning lout or cracking  some aside regarding what comprises that crud and making faces of revulsion "you'd be better off eating mud" ewwwww, you really eat that stuff? this store should be sued for selling such bluff children with diabetes, a third of adults obese the courtesy clerk dies a little  for lack of surcease line after line of vapid consumers mindless knee-jerk impetuosity belay the rumors what's an adulterant, what's a filler? propylene glycol alginate, yum yum sorbitan mono sterate, shut up and eat it, its fun! I can't even pronounce it, much less do I  care need I be a scientist to enjoyably savor fare Go ahead and poison yourself the quirky clerk exclaimed its ever so clear you're stupid and lame stay mired in your pig-headed muck of  ignorance you're exactly what they want another brain dead consumer a regular culinary savant stuff  your face with no remorse nor heed no worries, the clerk of little courtesy knows your need he'll limply wheel  out your cart of miserable choices for you and wise-crack some snarky rejoinder then promptly get  beaten,  black and blue
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
The Discourteous Courtesy (Quirk) Clerk
there's a crazzzy devil in the white house twisting our nation into a denizens den a tub of **** in a suit ascending ***** matter in a clogged toilet a black plague we have a president with the attention span of sea clams an emotional ******* drip of impetuosity a spiraling fit of rage a snarling delusional dog narcissist in a warping mirror a pathetic complainer a cyst on the body politic clot open sore seething pustule piggish **** lover gangsters dupe fascist wana be heil heil god your a pile making Russia great again licking Vlad's ***** protecting your assets no doubt and hissing tweets at war with with only everything and figments of a disturbed imagination a real windmill killer his mouth the devils mark a yapping compulsive lier forked tongued fury possessed to a fault by the vainglories of money and ego out of bounds the biggest and the best at being the very worst and a pest grand royalty of ridicule ***** a ham ****** cartoon nightmare and clumsy stumbling bore a seething volcano of perpetual excrement reading from the book of chaos aberrations of enemies a war room president at war with his own citizens huddled in a panic chamber burns and cuts himself with his own hot sharp words as there thrown back at him a bully getting bullied a ripper getting ripped the brains of a lizards eyelid in a shadeless socket pulp hearted orangutan menace to society his mottled soul like a black sun on the verge of a black hole a hell mill of decrepitude a dark creep creeping tarnishing our beautiful country lights dim America there's a devil in the white house
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
Devil In the White House
there's a crazzzy devil in the white house twisting our nation into a denizens den a tub of **** in a suit ascending ***** matter in a clogged toilet a black plague we have a president with the attention span of sea clams an emotional ******* drip of impetuosity a spiraling fit of rage a snarling delusional dog narcissist in a warping mirror a pathetic complainer a cyst on the body politic clot open sore seething pustule piggish **** lover gangsters dupe fascist wana be heil heil god your a pile making Russia great again licking Vlad's ***** protecting your assets no doubt and hissing tweets at war with with only everything and figments of a disturbed imagination a real windmill killer his mouth the devils mark a yapping compulsive lier forked tongued fury possessed to a fault by the vainglories of money and ego out of bounds the biggest and the best at being the very worst and a pest grand royalty of ridicule ***** a ham ****** cartoon nightmare and clumsy stumbling bore a seething volcano of perpetual excrement reading from the book of chaos aberrations of enemies a war room president at war with his own citizens huddled in a panic chamber burns and cuts himself with his own hot sharp words as there thrown back at him a bully getting bullied a ripper getting ripped the brains of a lizards eyelid in a shadeless socket pulp hearted orangutan menace to society his mottled soul like a black sun on the verge of a black hole a hell mill of decrepitude a dark creep creeping tarnishing our beautiful country lights dim America there's a devil in the white house
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Hello, whale, yes, you there wallowing and swallowing crustaceans with all your calliousity and my insatiable curiosity. What a laugh that calf of yours was when it frolicked up to us diverse divers wanting to be survivors of its childlike impetuosity and eighteen foot preposterous, gargantuan monstrosity. When you rose up underneath us I thought you were going to eat us. You scared me, whale, when you flicked us with your tail - the one you splinter yachts with when you act as Davey Jones' locksmith. Of course, I retired then from my dive-in on leviathan, happy to survive your forty-five tonne introduction. Then you glided into gloom and sang your eerie song about your alien, baleen life in vast, mysterious, deep areas of oceans. Good luck along the whale's road, you mighty minstrel, you diva of the deep. This diver hopes all humans and harpoons will spare you and you can share your song again. God speed, whale.
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Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC
Diva of the Deep
For G.S.L. 1. Lover: Write, we must of the moons we spent Weaving our alien languages together Deriving meaning from each other by what it meant for us to be home in our shell. Words we've bound each other with With histories of our forefathers, How we delved in the intricacies of the mind Carefully, and as surely as the waves Caressing the shores from distant seas. Coupled with the cresting of the wave, An ocean's promise lies in wait. To you I am like the soil that does not empty Its thirst for answers from the rain. Yet you cannot give me access to your inner paths So instead, I have knelt down in silence and cupped your hermit house to my ear. You have found speech for words you cannot say. 2. Beloved: I am like the shallow portion of the sea where you can clearly observe the rocks and stones That cut, as well as the coral that thrive Like fiery coals attracting fish. We are of different tongues, Yet despite the separateness Our strangeness connected us to each other. You have raised old foundations And pulled the sea to come to me. There i knelt on uneven sands Confident that your own voice Will lead us to the birthing dawn. Now it is not just the sea that divides us but the very same wildness, that impetuosity that gleamed at dawn, Which led me to you. Where now is the cradle for the pearl of the night? How you have drifted away I cannot know. Birthed from sand, Foundations crumble. Your words are carried away with the rising Of the tides. Numbing the island in me Leaving a mark visible only in old maps, Which sunk the moment you left. On the very same shore I see you searching still. - 13 November 2015
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Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
Sabah
For G.S.L. 1. Lover: Write, we must of the moons we spent Weaving our alien languages together Deriving meaning from each other by what it meant for us to be home in our shell. Words we've bound each other with With histories of our forefathers, How we delved in the intricacies of the mind Carefully, and as surely as the waves Caressing the shores from distant seas. Coupled with the cresting of the wave, An ocean's promise lies in wait. To you I am like the soil that does not empty Its thirst for answers from the rain. Yet you cannot give me access to your inner paths So instead, I have knelt down in silence and cupped your hermit house to my ear. You have found speech for words you cannot say. 2. Beloved: I am like the shallow portion of the sea where you can clearly observe the rocks and stones That cut, as well as the coral that thrive Like fiery coals attracting fish. We are of different tongues, Yet despite the separateness Our strangeness connected us to each other. You have raised old foundations And pulled the sea to come to me. There i knelt on uneven sands Confident that your own voice Will lead us to the birthing dawn. Now it is not just the sea that divides us but the very same wildness, that impetuosity that gleamed at dawn, Which led me to you. Where now is the cradle for the pearl of the night? How you have drifted away I cannot know. Birthed from sand, Foundations crumble. Your words are carried away with the rising Of the tides. Numbing the island in me Leaving a mark visible only in old maps, Which sunk the moment you left. On the very same shore I see you searching still. - 13 November 2015
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Hypocritical catastrophe, Irreverent duplicity, Luminarial ludiocrity, Nonsensical impetuosity. Flippy floppy, slippy sloppy, Blamey gamey, shame, shame, shame. Constitutional incongruity, Jesuitical dictatoriality, Oxymoronic partiality, Nepotistic surreality. Materialistic abnormality, Monetaristic conviviality , Ritualistic mediocrity, Histrionic philanthropy. Gotten rotten, misbegotten Seldom truthful, lie, lie, lie. Misdirection genuflection, Malefaction justification, Incarceration implication, Resignation profliferation. Prevarication reiteration, Damnation indication, Malefaction direction Undetected discretion. Flippy floppy, slippy sloppy, Blamey gamey, shame, shame, shame. Gotten rotten, misbegotten Seldom truthful, lie, lie, lie.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
CATACLYSMIC CATECHISM
Summer’s silence sent your whispers up my spine Lightning flashed, in fluorescent twists The night you made me unwind Our pretentious walls and our secret codes— The ones we’d crafted with time Washed away that night in the storm When your eyes burned into mine And with the bed as my frame I painted you a picture Of my diaphanous figure An arousing compunction that caused you no shame Our friction Your aggression The contours of my thighs The grinding of our hips My concupiscent sighs That penetrated your skin, burning like a flame As you released your ambitions and moaned my name Fall’s fleeting force sent my heart flittering to the sky Skipping beats sporadically At the thought of saying goodbye You were my baby; I, your sweet girl Your yearning gaze tangible before I’d caught your eye Intermittent kisses, giggling all the while— Finding fruition in simply making me smile Your touch gentle and my movements slow, We melded together in hedonic harmony Your body, a piece of me— Like an anomaly I’d never known Your inhales My fingernails Our internal temperatures heating a degree You whispered, “I love you” A curiously rational impetuosity Your love, a beautiful and delicious glow Tempting me into oblivion below
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Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 3:46 PM UTC
Unfinished
To know you, I have forgotten my impetuosity. Silk reeling off from cocoons, layer by layer, as I spend every second unveiling your happiness, your stumbles, things you despise, things you love, and things you live for. I've gone from being infatuated with your smile to falling in love with every facet of you. Even the most ethereal semantics can not conjure the lovely wishes we share: maple-tinted sunsets, heart-shaped pancakes, kisses on the neck, sporadic dances on the kitchen floor... You strum the strings of a guitar carelessly, improvising a lovely tune we heard as we passed by the record store. An enthralling picture, how I long to lay my eyes on you for a lifetime. One day, I will show up in your city wearing my prettiest dress with all my butterflies and dewy flowers and fallen leaves, searching a destination for all my wanderings. I hope the breeze caresses your eyelids like velvet when you gaze into my eyes. Irregular heartbeats, interlaced whims, entwined arms... You smile. Suddenly, the world fades. Suddenly, stars align.
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
An Insomniac at 3:05 AM
i wanted you more than the power of a natural disaster ravaging entire continents “yes” within milliseconds i was sent to pure ecstasy, a state of delirium, passion, mania, vehemence with our every shared breath in the ardor of our movements- the voracity i felt to induce pleasure upon you was boundless, is boundless the fervor of our bodies shimmered in streetlight illuminated glazes, and our flickering eyes shimmered with careless impetuosity for anything but inducing pleasure on one another the absolute delight that comes with inhabiting your existence is ample for my eternal contentment your beauty captures me, beauty like yours resembles the feeling of relief, the feeling preceding extreme pain when your body sends out a warm embrace throughout your body like a comforting hug from mother nature to ensure you that you are still alive, the pain is gone, and you are still breathing your beauty is warm and envelopes me whenever your benign eyes glance in my direction grasping around my body and then you blink, blink, blink i tear through time, lacerate every last second that holds us from each other there is not anything that holds me from you but wasted time, corroding away and creating a gap in time in which i am once again in your presence. all i ask from you is your lips holding onto mine, and for the seconds that i experience you to drag out across days and days.
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Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 9:55 AM UTC
Natural Disaster
Look into those eyes, And try to interpret what they see. Feel a spirit so bright, I can’t tell whether it’s him or me. As the dawn of the moment breaks, I can feel myself start to shake. So he asks me what is wrong, And I try to remain strong. With impetuosity, I tell him the truth ruthlessly. To a bench he beckons, We are there in seconds. But as we start to chat, My heart begins to splat. He pleads that there must be another way, To fix the problems that I say. When the bullet dives into his heart, I can tell this was a bad idea from the start. He kisses me one last time, I just wish he could be mine. Just as he gets up to leave, I feel myself not able to breath. So as I look into those eyes, I know this isn't wise. Without hesitation, I force myself to believe this is his destination. Just as I reach into my purse he hugs me, And I know I’m his curse. But without despise, I reach for my knives. With a look of surprise, I see the life leaving his eyes. Slowly the blood takes over his **** And I wonder if I should make a dash. But instead his body falls to the ground, And I feel unbound. I kiss his pale lips as the blood, Stirs on mine with a hiss. As I turn to leave, Finally my slate is now made clean. Down my cheek resides a tear, As I reminisce when we were a pair. I bite my lip as my mind quarrels, And I question my true morals. I bend down to the earth, And I hope I can be re birthed. The knife slips into me like a glove, As I think of how he’s above. Hence I do this for my love, As my spirit flies up like a dove-
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
Fallen Requisites
Look into those eyes, And try to interpret what they see. Feel a spirit so bright, I can’t tell whether it’s him or me. As the dawn of the moment breaks, I can feel myself start to shake. So he asks me what is wrong, And I try to remain strong. With impetuosity, I tell him the truth ruthlessly. To a bench he beckons, We are there in seconds. But as we start to chat, My heart begins to splat. He pleads that there must be another way, To fix the problems that I say. When the bullet dives into his heart, I can tell this was a bad idea from the start. He kisses me one last time, I just wish he could be mine. Just as he gets up to leave, I feel myself not able to breath. So as I look into those eyes, I know this isn't wise. Without hesitation, I force myself to believe this is his destination. Just as I reach into my purse he hugs me, And I know I’m his curse. But without despise, I reach for my knives. With a look of surprise, I see the life leaving his eyes. Slowly the blood takes over his **** And I wonder if I should make a dash. But instead his body falls to the ground, And I feel unbound. I kiss his pale lips as the blood, Stirs on mine with a hiss. As I turn to leave, Finally my slate is now made clean. Down my cheek resides a tear, As I reminisce when we were a pair. I bite my lip as my mind quarrels, And I question my true morals. I bend down to the earth, And I hope I can be re birthed. The knife slips into me like a glove, As I think of how he’s above. Hence I do this for my love, As my spirit flies up like a dove-
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Walking on a street's path A distance as far as I've been back Lessons and retrospects carried in an heavy backpack Streets lights off standing tall under the sky' s dark Dark as panther in a zoo or a park O' peace of sight Rare are you in my days Endangered sanity at night's plight The glory of day uplifted and dropped in an emigrant's flight Walk on keep A voice passes me by In dark knowledge of my start Not even enfants it has been But grown exceedingly pass my reach Still walking yet destination awaits me Legs crumbling head unarmed Growing older yet they passed me Ha' you famous of sight haven't you grown Said as they were inferior now superior I am as they were before Lights inplaced at my backpack Never knew I these lights is a collection mindless to my knowing The lights of conquest and triumph which beam is essential Lightings of value and dignity exuding inevitable shine Lights of blunder rays so repeat them not All these lights never knew I The inscrutability invades my mind Evoked my soul to it's captivity O' spirit of exigency,deceit, corruption and unpatriotism Can't thy be exhumed Control my mind ignore the lights pack Walking through out the darkness you caused Growing older moving backwards Retrospects of who I was Doctor now patient Teacher now student Long gone host now parasite Too late to back Extremely damaged to front Can't just find a way through this darkness Old lady of Africa Treasured by history Record as a routine I've broken Adrift till I've broken my self About to none That's for the others impeccably Imperiled by a spirit in mind Collecting the strings yet I play not any Evinced impetuosity mischief set in motion Can't desorb in this modern solvent Peter natural to be seen as such I should be the star that parties with the moon The zephyr that coaxes the tree leaves in mobility Being not the sun that chases the moon away the sky Nor the fire that burns the trees This darkness drives away my delight Impute backwardness Lest I think those lights I ignored years long This journey seems impervious This dire adventure is far from the abyss of remedy
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Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
Impervious Journey
Walking on a street's path A distance as far as I've been back Lessons and retrospects carried in an heavy backpack Streets lights off standing tall under the sky' s dark Dark as panther in a zoo or a park O' peace of sight Rare are you in my days Endangered sanity at night's plight The glory of day uplifted and dropped in an emigrant's flight Walk on keep A voice passes me by In dark knowledge of my start Not even enfants it has been But grown exceedingly pass my reach Still walking yet destination awaits me Legs crumbling head unarmed Growing older yet they passed me Ha' you famous of sight haven't you grown Said as they were inferior now superior I am as they were before Lights inplaced at my backpack Never knew I these lights is a collection mindless to my knowing The lights of conquest and triumph which beam is essential Lightings of value and dignity exuding inevitable shine Lights of blunder rays so repeat them not All these lights never knew I The inscrutability invades my mind Evoked my soul to it's captivity O' spirit of exigency,deceit, corruption and unpatriotism Can't thy be exhumed Control my mind ignore the lights pack Walking through out the darkness you caused Growing older moving backwards Retrospects of who I was Doctor now patient Teacher now student Long gone host now parasite Too late to back Extremely damaged to front Can't just find a way through this darkness Old lady of Africa Treasured by history Record as a routine I've broken Adrift till I've broken my self About to none That's for the others impeccably Imperiled by a spirit in mind Collecting the strings yet I play not any Evinced impetuosity mischief set in motion Can't desorb in this modern solvent Peter natural to be seen as such I should be the star that parties with the moon The zephyr that coaxes the tree leaves in mobility Being not the sun that chases the moon away the sky Nor the fire that burns the trees This darkness drives away my delight Impute backwardness Lest I think those lights I ignored years long This journey seems impervious This dire adventure is far from the abyss of remedy
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Impetuosity creates murky waters, Through which we move, blinded. Restraining rules allow time through which We move still sightless, yet reminded. Let those you love be perfectly themselves, For one’s own image they must not bless, Else, the reflection of yourself seen in them, You’ll love of your own best. Physical relations we must bestride, For skipping ahead means missing some. Prevailing beauty such as yours, Of you I shall miss none. Any beauty within my heart is from that, Which I see, smell, hear, taste and touch, That of you, by whom I am overwhelmed, I never deem too much. Pay heed, More haste, Less speed; no waste. Only that of time could be argued, But when we relate with our utmost love, It is time, but only used.
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
Relate With Love.
For a while I was silenced by me for all but I'm back To write about. Shameless. -V.
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 8:38 PM UTC
Impetuosity