"impotency" poems
I ran up six flights of stairs
to my small furnished room
opened the window
and began throwing out
those things most important in life.
First to go, Truth, squealing like a fink:
"Don't! I'll tell awful things about you!"
"Oh yeah? Well, I've nothing to hide ... OUT!"
Then went God, glowering & whimpering in amazement:
"It's not my fault! I'm not the cause of it all!"
"OUT!"
Then Love, cooing bribes: "You'll never know impotency!
All the girls on Vogue covers, all yours!"
I pushed her fat *** out and screamed:
"You always end up a ******
I picked up Faith, Hope, Charity
all three clinging together:
"Without us you'll surely die!"
"With you I'm going nuts! Goodbye!"
Then Beauty ... ah, Beauty—
As I led her to the window
I told her: "You I loved best in life
... but you're a killer; Beauty kills!"
Not really meaning to drop her
I immediately ran downstairs
getting there just in time to catch her
"You saved me!" she cried
I put her down and told her: "Move on."
Went back up those six flights
went to the money
there was no money to throw out.
The only thing left in the room was Death
hiding beneath the kitchen sink:
"I'm not real!" It cried
"I'm just a rumor spread by life ... "
Laughing I threw it out, kitchen sink and all
and suddenly realized Humor
was all that was left—
All I could do with Humor was to say:
"Out the window with the window!"
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC
"The Nymphs are departed"
says Elliot,
the nymphs are departed,
so, all the barbers dumped their tools into the lake out of the village,
because all men will grow beard,
the homosexuality of the high ends of the streets,
is stuck to the heel of that transgender like a dust,
you can not shake your head if you have combed your hair neatly,
and your impotency is revealed,
you reach to the tree running, and fall like a chestnut,
your hands are still blue from the act of last night,
there is no question that you will be accused,
for the name sake there are some shovering forests,
at the every rough turn of the streets,
you can only enter with your grown beard,
there is only one riddle to solve,
"why did the nymphs depart?"
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 5:18 PM UTC
The melody of the strings of life
a substitution for the institution
take my arm, let it reach a far
in creativity and sensitivity
beats bouncing the zombies
from the graves of impotency
created by mundane manipulation
mutilations of the happiness we long
as we capture the tides of everyday
The harmony of the universal love
screaming with a tantalizing mission
a remission from the decay of the society
sugar coated with lengthy dices of lies
then iced with laces of illusionary secretions
tis' me who embrace the skin you wear
as we seek a new phase of revolution
solutions that are delusional and waking
rising through ever dense curved valley
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
It's not that I can't do it
Its just that I can't KEEP ON doin it
Whatever "it" may be
I'm consistently inconsistent you see
Maybe cause I was born to be free
But that choice always seems
to wind up in apathy
I just can't keep it up
If I was a man then surely
I'd be suffering from impotency
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
***Villain are always
rich
Heroes are always
poor
Villains being
rational
Heroes being
irrational
Villains are emotional
Heroes are calm and dead
Villains live longer
Hero life are always tragedy
Villains moves faster in life
Heroes moves slower calling mindful
Villains live in glamourise bungalow
Heroes live in so called pathetic hut
Villains death is injury
Heroes injury is death
Villains buys on full cash
Heroes buys on instalment
Villains enjoy beautiful girls calling him flirt
Heroes enjoy the impotency called gentleman
At last
Villains killed by heroes
Heroes are killed by villains kins***
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
The rigor morgasm
last bus to spasmville
will you rise to the occasion,take a ride,go on vacation or will you fail,sails up,head down,sink or swim,win out or drown?
These thoughts are what occur to me,when thinking somewhat morbidly about what age may do to me,and when or if it happens, will I see, or feel the loss of my virility,it really bothers me,it never did before,but then I'm almost at three score,(I'm talking years)
when fears of that impotency may be more important than what I think of as my potency,and I ask the lord libido to show me some high rise clemency and let me be the man I think I am.
Fevers of the mind when the motions of the body blind, slow,
you know,
but you don't say,
you love me anyway
I love you
sometimes and sometimes at times I come through,making love with you,counting calendars,dates and we are the best of mates,lovers too.sometimes you love me sometimes coming through,but always love me making love with you.
We may be old and often told that all is past,
and then we smile and kiss,
cast off our wrinkled skin and dive in to swim in each others winning ways,making it,sometimes at odd times of the days or nights and lights off or on,
and if this goes the way we think it should
I would not complain.
There comes a time sometimes when we have to read between the lines and tell the Doctor on prescription about the failures of ********
I ***** a monument, to this my plea,
let the lord libido be kind to me.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
Simple is the story of hard earned money;
Hard to earn hard to spend;
Single penny is worth and respected;
Fight within continues, spend it or save it;
Earn, when u have nothing;
But yes problems accompany;
Giving doesn't mean much, if you have much;
Giving, when u are having little;
Smile covering the helpless forlorn impotency;
Even smile hiding the difficulty of spending;
Parents choose comfort of child over there need;
Sacrifice not because its responsibility;
Finding satisfaction in giving;
It’s known to be utmost;
I witnessed that smile on a worker;
Offering tea when you barely earn to eat
I witnessed that smile on a father;
Those muddy legs told me real cost of college fees;
I witnessed that smile on a customer;
Confirming billion times before paying off;
Increment in bus fare by 20 rs made a huge difference;
How I throw 20 bucks on a soft drink;
I wonder why I don’t think like this;
How can I feel sad for inadequate money?
How man gets satisfy in cheap cloths and food;
Here i think i wear a signature instead of Strauss;
Simple is the story of hard earned money;
Hard to earn hard to spend;
Apr 2, 2011
Apr 2, 2011 at 1:46 PM UTC
Have you ever fallen in love?
I once did,
sitting on top of a sand dune
under the lights
of the Fourth of July.
The water below
cast the reflection of beautiful chandeliers
bursting with color,
and as timeless as sand,
and yet my eyes were elsewhere -
capturing something unlike I'd ever seen.
Have you ever fallen in love?
I once did,
laying on a couch as I held her,
she turned to me and smiled;
the chandeliers were bold and raucous
as they decorated the sky of my mind,
and the stars twinkled in the depths of her eyes -
that memory since faded with time.
Have you ever fallen in love?
I once did,
the pen in my hand
gave birth to words and worlds
made from my reflection
like they were my children -
and I had always feared
impotency.
I created places I'd never seen,
but they were as real as sand,
and for a moment,
I felt like God:
watching from above
as my creations began to breathe.
Have you ever fallen in love?
I once did,
living on a page of black and white,
if I was God,
she was an angel,
and the song from her trumpet
reminded me of the chandeliers
I thought were lost in time.
Have you ever fallen in love?
I don't know if I ever have,
but what I have is something
that gives me a reason to be;
Something beautiful
and intricate
like a chandelier
whose glass was once
nothing more
than countless grains of sand.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
"Janice, I sat next to you in Latin.
We were sophomores.
You were a cheerleader
but smart too.
The excitement was unbearable
(Cicero; the shape of your sweater . . . ).
I asked you to play tennis."
"You did never."
"Yes, I did."
"I suppose I didn't want to get sweaty."
"So then you would have gone with me to a movie?"
"No, I doubt it. . . . I was a brat."
"You were divine.
I wrote a poem for you in Latin."
"Lynda, we met at The Three Penny Opera.
You were an usher.
I was a college student; you were in high school."
"Yes, a 'townie'."
"I put my arm around you.
I stroked your hair.
When I tried to kiss you on the forehead our noses collided."
"I was expecting a lip kiss."
"It was a powerful attraction,
but it wouldn't have worked."
"No, we could have made great love,
but it wouldn't have lasted."
"Gina, you lived on that 'hippie farm'
at the edge of town.
I was the 'knowing elder',
the one who'd worked on a real farm.
You were so high-energy, so alluring.
Guys flocked to you:
William and Michael; Davy, back home;
sexually involved with all of them."
"Not Michael really."
"You seduced me--
I think you wanted to make William jealous--
not that I was unwilling. . . .
I was, however, impotent."
"I wanted adventure and, yes, I suppose I did want to make
William jealous."
"Our intimacy awakened me.
I realized what I'd been missing.
Your rejection was devastating."
"I didn't mean to hurt you.
I didn't know you were so fragile."
"Carla, I loved you in your apartment.
It was all softness and warmth;
**** carpet, soft bed,
Carole King on the stereo. . . .
We slept together, showered together."
"I really listened to Carole King?"
"Your parents were divorcing.
You didn't have time for a relationship."
"I don't think I was ready."
"Just as I was overcoming my impotency. . . ."
"Sarah, I loved you on a camping trip.
We kissed at dusk in the Great Smoky Mountains."
"I remember."
"I felt so connected--
physically, intellectually, emotionally.
You smiled with your whole face, with your whole being.
I wanted to be with you steadily.
You said it wouldn't work.
I guess you were right:
I couldn't love someone who couldn't love me completely.
When we parted,
I cried uncontrollably."
"Yes,
I remember."
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 11:00 PM UTC
Long ago I dreamt of mountains,
I dreamt of finding bliss,
I lay alone now, unfulfilled
I sleep in slime and ****
I travelled far, and left my home
In search of light and revelation,
But neither the road, nor the sky
Could sanctify my demons.
I sought to pray atop the spire
Where the clouds and mountains meet,
Though restoration of lost fire,
Is a mere idealistic dream.
I've had women, but never known love
For my impotency defines,
I bore not the mind nor matter
To obtain what could have been mine.
Bitterness, sweet bitterness
I make love to my cigarettes,
They keep me warm on coldest nights
When I am drowning in Solipsis.
In cinema, man is changed by journeys
But fictions are not always so,
For some wounds are beyond healing,
And I race now towards Thanatos.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 11:07 AM UTC
Drawing blinds across our eyes
we are blinded to the beauty
trapped inside.
sideways,all ways and
in days of darkness we cannot see
and blinded as we are
we'll be
forever bound by that impotency of being in, yet still without,being a part of,yet still not seeing
this humble being begs to let the light in,get the blinds pulled,cull the nights that **** him,nights no longer thrill him or will him to deliver goddesses to altar tables.
Beds and fables
stories now, but I am still unable to forget,
more than millstones 'round my neck and iron ***** placed on my ankles designed to slow me down,
Oh how it rankles.
Time was,
life was younger and in that hungering I ate my fill and how the darkness of the night did thrill me so
to and fro.
A see saw ride
a fairground slide to my demise and somewhere now,behind the blinds inside and written on the signposts,hosts to my dependence on
the days long gone
where I had shone my light,
there sits a frightened child with wild abandoned thought, untamed adventures I have sought and fought against society
but now I'll be
the child that waits within for me.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
Surely in the distant future historians will find our civilization
Appalling, destructive, gluttony,
Stricken.
Receipts of items that once fulfilled our temporal desires will fill earth
creating a toxic compost for life
To nourish upon
They'll blame us for the decay
And devolution of man
They'll duly note our fascination
With stimulants and violent trends
And most of all, they'll be unable
To comprehend our impotency
our hubris our clemency
They'll construct theories
That moor our cultural malaise
To each recrudescence of tyranny
In essence they will despise our very nature.
Not out of contempt but out of fear that they too will fall
prey to the plague.
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 5:27 AM UTC
I could write about anything
and no one would stop and think.
Everything's been said before.
Rephrased and repositioned
to the point of impotency.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC
and the songs fade but a saintly poet or two
wanders streets and alley looking for who ever is here
here where the lovers met the gods and the maidens
are free and lovely and good
.......
i remember seeing you there!
........
the hours are corrupt and the leaders we worship are corrupting
evil greed-encrusted alien scoundrels as we all know!
....
and so?
......
and so!!!!!!!!
well!!
we are the song incarnate!
we are the utter epitome of pure god love and light!
we are the source of the only power still truly alive!
we are NOT
the politically correct automatons that they'd have us be!
the ******* robotic ditto-headed monstrosities of vote giving
impotency called "patriotic christian americana"
NO
we are simply "what you hear
when we choose to speak"
we are simply "what we do in accordance
with what we need"
WE ARE MEN AND WOMEN
CHILDREN ANIMALS FLOWERS TREES
SKIES AND WIND AND SEAS
we are what is known
we are always together
this we realize
eventually
Aug 18, 2011
Aug 18, 2011 at 4:32 PM UTC
Here, all the words in the world,
they are no good to me,
more or less, they are useless,
that much is plain to see.
These barren syllables mock me,
scorn at my delight,
profundity and beauty desert me,
in mouldering hours of night.
Here the gravity of my world,
certainty in despondency,
what a tall and terrible load,
the language of impotency.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
what a shame that
I’ll never truly be
able to capture the
beauty of our own
universe
not in words,
not in pictures,
not in motions
but I see it
oh I see it
and it haunts me
so
just how beautiful
everything is
everything is unique
and interesting in so
many ways
everything has its
way and everything
has its purpose
everything is as they are
and I as I look out the window
and witness all of existence
I weep at my insignificance,
at my impotency in the
face of this marvel.
But Christ!
*how lucky we are to be
alive*
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 7:33 PM UTC
As my life gets so complex, I slowly massage my neck. I scratch my head knowing I’m truly dead. I can't begin to express my loneliness. I can sit here in my room contemplating my doom. This cloud of gloom won't pass me by. Alas, I don't know why.
You were a last reach at humanity. I guessed at the decision and got such a calamity. All I wanted was a friend. Instead I lost all hope in the end of sanity.
As I felt my head leave my neck, you bagged my air and said what the heck; you tried your best, a feeble attempt, at a molesting order. I said look over your shoulder, a sky so blue and clear it removed the tears from my eyes as I said goodbye.
You so coldly left my body in such a disarrayed exposed to all on that horrible day. In the back seat of a car, white in color, I always knew it would be a brother. One with no sense of others only a frustration unto himself his impotency and broken mind has caused my death before it's time.
There is only one thing left to do as I cruse toward the judgment land. I'll ask god to forgive you. As you walk this life, just remember your fall from grace and try to make a vow to always protect instead of kill, To hold dear and get out of your own way make it clear you were to let go and to stay clear.
To learn and live, find another, begin again. Just remember your vow remains till time will end. Your death could be eternal over and over again. Through the non ending flames of his judgment, fear lives long, but forgiveness wins.
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 4:53 AM UTC
Designated *****
Tastes and wasted time
Waking up bored enough
To jump off a building
Listening to forty
Years of life and love
I share mine of nil
I've had my fill
Of nonsense for today
Iced-over managing me
Lied obscene moderating
Miniscule matters
Multiplied by how much I dread
The amplification
Arduous impotency
Marked on inadequately
Silence as the fall completes
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
One who reasserts power constantly
Shows strong signs of weakness, impotency!
Though they may deny it vigorously,
Perhaps protest a little too loudly?
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
all the dear day long you are
here but hidden
seeming semblance
of forgotten order
turned by political forces into caricature
and demonized until even you yourself belief
in the very nature of your impotency
--
we are the crown of creation!
why are we groveling within the darkest hour possible!?
why does our LOVE songs and stories
seem so immature and lacking any
true sense of vitality?
PLEASE ANSWER!
then, at least
i can tell that you still are here
Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 11:46 AM UTC
things swings tuck eventually finger dead ******* new forget beneath middle sweet
****
doubt
knees
essence
life
time
nerves
chickens
orphan
straighten
plead
thirsty
vine
harder
club
sun
willingly
serpent
card
pity
shows
twisted
bare
brew
whispered
amazing
crystal
knuckles
invisible
oil
monkey
foretold
tragedys
leeve
grace
snail
tethered
bambi
creepy
gasoline clucking ****** mph roadkill kong impotency ******* 66 hear dis-array pre-payed skeletal embed colorful momentum ultimate donkey deer screeches unknowingly realization grounds wrinkle irony misleading formation golf clenching telemarketeers structure thoughts fall place beauty grow pray smell coming arm repeat broken ear art restless beat lost yell concrete know like want breath hold hands tangled way ****** long truth comes mind sand rest heavens smashed known yellow tire scales spoke toy says road hell linger swinging takes caught purpose stretch unforgiving chest embrace mud wind rock bunch shell curse birds tar lines glance ankles.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
If God could decide either this way or that we could all slide off the counter and into the vat or reside in a paradise irrespective of all our vice.
Decisions are impossible for the incapable the permanently impotent, impossible to circumvent and if God had meant anything to his son why would he have done what he done?
touche,
His son was our one and only chance to escape from the devil and the devil of a fate that would be,
I see the importance of an important message for me,
decipher at his will and I will or will not which depends on what mankind has on man's mind, but to find out I've got to at his will or mine uncover the secrets of the secret of time.
If given a clue I could do it
but that would be cheating.
when you're beating on me permanently and the impotency strikes at me, I never fight back with you
through the mirror we see you and me in reverse, I'm beating on you and for me that's much worse,
if God could decide why doesn't he decide to smash all the glass or is that covered in the phrase, 'all thing must pass'?
These are the follies I bear
to ask here and there for a pardon,
it's hard on me
almost an impossibility and I always see
Sunday in the stars.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
the formation of truth.
the unforgiving grounds on which we were brew.
the crystal in the sand before the shell.
the card up your sleeve that is the ultimate **** you"
foretold beneath serpent scales, invisible while well spoke,
you unwillingly embrace your new colorful toy, your new found hell clenching every wrinkle while impotency screeches.
like it or not it is the essence of "All"
the sweet something whispered into your ear.
the sweet something of things you don't want to hear.
the things we long to forget.
the things that linger and have purpose and unknowingly embed.
the ******* creepy snail that eventually shows itself beneath the mud.
the ******* ****** that takes a lifetime and once it comes you will never forget.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
Here we go again...
With this feeling; this emptiness.
I'd rather be violently shaken by screaming voices,
loud bangs and unwanted windy touches
than this impotency.
But here we go again...
Waiting for the impossible.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
( excerpted from ----
THE WORDS OF THE MASTER POET )
Author ----- ANONYMOUS
••
The most basic feature of great poetry is its use of CONTRAST
::
For example - for something to have a certain quality
It's absence must have the severest OPPOSITE quality
•
The absence of the one you love
Must be reason for extreme hatred
Or the love seems shallow
//
Having a friend must be blown up into
True eternal joy !
The absence of this feeling must be portrayed as
PAIN !
( and you must portray yourself as BROKEN !
as FOREVER SCARRED !
as now a ******* INSANE IDIOT !
or have your work shrunken unto impotency
//
You must describe your love as
1000 super novas !
Exploding majestically
In the heartland of your *****
Your ***** becoming
The Vision of the universe
The appearance of god himself !
Here to illuminate the human race !
//
And the PAIN !
The excrutiating pain
In love 's absence
The life denying loneliness
The razor blades
The exalted scars !
Of body
Mind &
Soul !
//
THIS IS POETRY !
( contrast )
//
The ACCEPTED , trendy sort of poetry
Or
The REJECTS ! - wallowing in wisdom
And compassion
( these flairs MUST be avoided )
Think only of
EXTREMES
love / hate
Joy / pain
worthy / worthless
Etc
And you too
Will become
A MASTER POET
( like ME )
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC