"increment" poems
The candle light flickers with such intimacy,
Celeste bodies colliding in allure,
Leaving only marks of compassion,
Turbulence and vile noted under the moon light,
As people envy our love in the other room,
The charisma and sparkle in our synchronization,
The heart melting and charming sensations,
My feet limp and my head spins,
With every stroke and touch that you trace along my back,
Goose bumps seem to increment,
****** emerges that weaken the chains in my soul,
Hangover
Strengthening my love and awareness towards you,
Enthralling enchant,
Chamber of secrets revealed,
A new dawn seen,
Replete words,
Embelleshed and kept,
Diffusing angst and reviving love beat,
Singing me deep lullabies as I sleep.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
I went for a run today
to test out my lungs, my back,
my once-strong core
Here, miles from home
the streets offer no reference point
So I run not knowing what to expect
Every foot-strike
echoes back the memory
of several falls--each,
with their own, signature pain
One year
One year
Nestled deep in these muscles,
these bones
I dig in, hug my spine
and keep running
I continue through
a cemetery trail
It's quiet, pretty
There is nothing to know
of the lives
beneath the stones I pass
But they are my markers--
Increment by increment
At the centre of the cemetery
A path, lined with Texan flags
slopes up towards the exit
Above it stands a great
Lone Star
I fix on it,
As the billowing, spectator-flags
wave me out
I wave back
and leave the graveyard
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
"...There are presumably images in the experience of lower animals...They have not that future and past which gives them, so to speak, any rights as such..." -- George Herbert Mead.
Lower being a term relative to concepts like the limbs of trees or the position in a list, only a careful, philosophical assessment was capable of blooming as a flower from the starfish to the stars. The past was an increment creating a (perfected, preferred) series of growths unfolding by the propagation of a (blueprint, dream). The dreams quantized ideology to make the receptivity and the discoveries made by grape hyacinths or hardy grass.
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Best liked was the colorful effect of self enthusiasm, bringing shade, from the darkness to the twilight, of the trees. Yet, the animals had learned to grow claws and legs. Were the birds not learning to fly? Striving brought a weight of labor, the years were fading into prehistory. Predestiny had been a decision by tulips. Disturbances had been required to bring evolution. Insects were living a fantasy with flowers. This looked across to obscurity. Those hidden were not like those dancing.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 8:22 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
Love is the root of missions
and sacrifice the fruit of missions
Glory to the anointed King
the creator of a chosen offspring.
Ever so delighted to be enlightened
by the ignited spirit that is heightened
from the light rays of a new dawn
til the warrior within is born
The essence of being radical
is the will of good
the conceptual of a root
rooted and built in God’s image
a fully-fledged seed of Abraham
As Apostle Paul’s spirit
overflown with thanksgiving
his objective was to implement change
strengthen our faith and live in peace
Pieces of greenpeace
misunderstood by malicious-minded creatures
I recall hollowness
dearly engraved in the
hearts of many
superficial increment in
today’s youth
often inferiorated from the truth
they’re spiritually pretendin’
to be naturally defendin’
Oh, lily of the valley
make their minds pure.
Do you ever wonder how God sees you?
A radical Christian who’s simply a quality
of a New Testament normality
it is in your core to be pure,
to be called by the Lion’s roar,
to not live but to live who’s in you.
Apostle Paul’s awakening
was radical
thought-provoking sensation
as being biblical
the words he spoke were profound
his temple so refined
yet his view on earthly living
was actively passive to godliness;
to live is Christ
and to die is gain, he said.
The ideology of being radical
is to live in the sense God created you to be
politically and socially,
its force is to make you philanthropic
boldly empathic to the notion of being rhapsodic.
I am artistic
poetic instincts in the fullness
of embodying metamorphoristic mystic.
Theology unfolds a mystery that
we should be the change we want to see
a generation that profiteth free
a ministry holistic as can be.
Be vigilant.
Be diligent.
Be practical.
Be radical.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
The palpable concern which I get and which is on its increment every day..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The love preserved deep in heart and with an apt attitude towards life..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The balanced and the devoted way towards his profession
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The curiosity and depth as if a techie in computer..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The infallible way in which i always get my queries sorted out .
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The glance which exalts us every weekend..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The person whom I accolade..
OH! YES ITZ MIE DAD..
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
take rain from sky
take the way tall men straighten your stance
take the students of dance
see the little ballerina stretch her toes
see her mother warm with the floodlight
take your plea to the judiciary
take your eye to the statue of David
smear on the dust of Somalia
rub raw the frost of Croatia
refresh your aim in the heights of Angola
but do not stop only at this
breathe every impediment
trust every promise of clemency
stumble if you will
fall under cease-fire
take it all
take the watchmaker
bent over time
with fine tools
clasp each second
take the sculptor who
chisels and scalpels for the grandiose
later in your armchair
fold creases in your newspaper with care
be with every nourishment
be with the cloth of your nakedness
make sail for your harbour of origin
remember the milk of your mother
warm or cold or sweet if it is so
appease hunger
with the ambidextrous mouth
of a soldier
fed with death in his jungle
be the bystander, be the bi-partisan,
the ******* the timeless,
the dancer
be it all
breathe each increment
do it now
measure the infinite
the possible
MChallis © 2015
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
i.
The poet doth not loveth
In pocket-sized increment's;
The poet loveth
In lyrical abundance.
ii.
The sonneteer doth not dieth
For his or her amour' in natural death;
The bard's succumbing is purest loving
For their soulmate they perish every last breath.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
The snow is falling heavy on our street
Siberian weather its the Beast from the east
Even the birds are feeling the cold
It's climate change well so we are told.
We speak to a neighbour he wears a thick coat
Sneezing and coughing he has a sore throat
Weather so cold we have got frozen feet
Here we are facing the Beast from the east.
The storm now is brewing a blizzard to come
The kids just love it they are having fun
But we are now older we need the heat
We just cannot cope with the Beast from the east.
But things are not quite as bad as they seem
We are retired from work and living a dream
Tomorrow we fly and take to the sky's
So long bad weather Hello there Dubai.
So when we are out there in the sunshine
And increment weather is left far behind
And when we walk the Dubaian beach
The Beast from the east will be well out of reach.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
Ugly and disappointing colors are what they're revealing
It's a challenge not to fall victim to the deceptive deceiving
This world in which all are tirelessly scheming
Corrupt messages intended to disillusion our modes of sensory
The laws of this dishonesty are rarely discriminant
The unlimited reach of the effects are constantly consistent
Putting current views and outlooks in legitimate jeopardy
Originality is one thing they've made a hobby of stealing
Dark, ***** secrets require intelligent attempts at concealing
This society in which all are tirelessly scheming
Naivity is an automatic assumption of all that is innocent
You can witness their successes expending minimal energy
The fraud is hazardous; failure is certainly imminent
One would desire that outcome sooner than later, as it leaves recipients feeling elderly
With any form of luck, more will come to share this sentiment
Endless efforts put toward developing façades generally appealing
Aiming to have candor and valor on the knees, kneeling
This reality in which all are tirelessly scheming
Sturdy quilts to shield clarity are woven most expertly
Time being tested passed slowly- increment by minute increment
Blueprints to fool the majority will be, expectedly, intricate
What was the original reality has been altered into a distant, doubted memory
Any and all accomplished legitimitacy sends them all reeling
There's always a "crisis" with which we should be dealing
Our universe in which all are tirelessly scheming
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
A kiss is a millisecond, or hour, (or whatever other period of time that you escape reality and become one with another person) through touching their lips with yours. But, as we know from Flight of the Conchords, a kiss is not a contract. It's a promise. A promise that you're sharing that moment with only them, and that you are willing to spend that increment of time devoting yourself to the only thing that matters to you in the present: them. A kiss is cherished so much that a small chocolate candy was dedicated to the universal verb of love itself: to kiss. To smooch. A Hershey Kiss is sweet, small, and traditional. Just as the action is. A kiss is vulnerability. Naked, without anything fake holding you from the other person. The real you is summoned from behind the front you put up for everyone else to make you seem stronger, only to wisp through the soft pink lips that have whispered so many secrets, said so many words, and bit themselves so many times in a blushing moment when they said you were beautiful, into the others lips where they have done the same. Kissing has no rules. It's who you are in a peck. A movement. An open smile, a nibble, a bite, a tickle. No wonder why it's a special thing. Kissing is melting into the very place you are standing or sitting or laying and melding to the person's soul. The most innocent way to become one with another, risque enough to be special. Kissing can mean nothing, as well. It can be so over used that the meaning and spark has gone from it. Melding to the other person, mashing the color of your skin and the smell of your hair and the warmth of your breath into a pool of indifferent gray. Kissing needs to be used wisely. People often overlook the most beautiful thing in the world, so I decided to give it some recognition. Love, Frances.
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 8:23 PM UTC
Soon my wishes will be verses, earthworms unraveling a silk string that wraps us in the world. Ravishing, I'm raving madly, going crazy, coming, and coming undone. Your physical frame matched with your intellectual marvel drives me totally insane, dumbfounded and looking for all of my marbles. I'd sail a thousand ships to afford even just a glance, you're the oeuvre to all my movements, conducting the symphony of all we have. I've written a myriad of many books: essay, narrative, prose, and poem. That merely begin to document the excitingness interspersed within our knowings. This mirthy bliss of ours is an overture to our youth, it's this astute aloofness inside these hours fervidly wrapped in a cocoon of me and you.
I'm not coming across, the way that I initially intended to. The truth is I'm clueless on how to take something too awesome for words, and then attempt to put sentences into them. Like those pictures of you I sometimes take when you fall asleep before me. That has been a fantastic example to myself of just a miniature way I adore thee. Scotch, IPAs, and hoppy drinks splattering laughter through the room, now how can I find one of 200,000 words that could even give justice to it.
So whether or not it's romantic, I don't do it for any other reason, except that describing you and I in words is an inadequacy I'm not pleased with. When lips comfort necks, and hair comforts chests. Sleeping nestled like Bell your head nuzzled at my breast. If I could only say, how incredibeautifulamazing it's been- not last month, last year, or yesterday, but every increment between us without discriminating any piece. Then perhaps I'm getting .0001% closer to being able to describe how amazing we make each other feel.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
My life has been molded
by the world of 15 minute increment agendas
and 150 character updates by the second.
My body has been pacified
by the world of liquid sugar satiation
and instant edible gratification.
My mind has been conditioned
by the world that favors extroverted personalities
and introverted abdomens and collarbones.
I live, move and breathe
in the world that is scared of freethinkers
and will not succeed in boxing me in.
In my world, I define my own worth.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
To where do I traverse my verse of sentiment.
Sediment set in said increment
played upon the ears of a child,
wild upon the planes of plain immortals,
powerless gods, and ill-statured titans.
Widen my view to see nothing,
or, perhaps, nothing noteworthy.
Divorce my discourse with abandon
meant for one that cares.
Stare into the bare soul of half-eaten fruit.
A point as moot as I am mute.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 6:00 AM UTC
On a human journey reaching inner peace.
Providing love and inspiration to all whom I meet.
Spiritually inclined in this world so diverse.
Seeking wisdom from those who inspire me the most.
Socializing is in my true nature.
Establishing connections to expand positive vibrations.
Understanding and accepting that people may come and go, while others maintain a constant flow.
Learning how to live, while judging no soul.
We must seek within to develop a pivotal foundation.
Secreting awareness to increment our minds potential.
Such beauty is accessible for everyone to know.
Being in the present moment will enable that for sure.
Enriching this worlds energy by kindness with whom we meet;
will profoundly nurture one's ability to absorb positivity.
By: Michael M. De La Fuente
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
Whilst you nurse and tend your Vain, Swollen Foot
After hours of Practice did Hone your Length
You played the Player; By Mile's Minds re-boot
Merely welted your Soles from out of Strength
Of course, lonely were Rehearsals increment,
Much did the Egyptian wrap Portions complete
But knew your Pores; Thus applied Fortiment
That Stung-Itched Balm by Glossy Herbs replete
The Mobile rings. Of Double Versions heard
One by your chest and the Other near soul
Each held Respect-of-Confections your Word
Then sample enough to make your Man whole.
What else could I say? Save my Starling Greet
Your Long-Distance Call I would haply meet.
(Happy Birthday, WILLZY!)
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC
All you ever did was take, take, take,
And I can't take it anymore.
Whether during our time when we were only friends
Or when we were dating,
All it ever was, ever, was taking from me:
My time, my energy, my hobbies, friends and family, even my poetry.
Slowly, little bit by little increment,
You took everything from me,
And now, so soon after I rediscover my passion for dance,
Make it into the last bastion of my resistance,
You go and steal that away too.
You were too young and we were both too immature,
I should have known.
I gave you everything I had in faith,
Hoping to help you make life right,
But instead, those greedy, little emotional fingers you never knew you had
Went and took everything in sight,
Leaving me lost with nothing which to call mine.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
I only had a shot
But I guess it went to my head…
Alcohol is wrong
Even if it’s just a sip
It will make the cool, calm,
Collect
Calamity and chaos
The cause and effect
Affects those who loves the effects
Just ‘cause
Even when I have what I call
A “Babysitter”
That watchful eye by my side
I still drink til I die
Because when the bottles
Get to popping they wanna take part
Now my designated driver
Can’t remember where we parked
Now I gotta walk home
7 miles In the dark
In the Grand river of Hennessey
And come to find out…
I wasn’t walking I was driving
And I had my best friend
In the passenger side
And
That buzz in my ear
Was no bug
It was them screaming
But I was too buzzed to hear
I just cracked another beer
At the bar,
Cracking brews.
Brewing trouble
Only begets trouble
And it’s is made double
When you had too much bubble
I think I’m fighting
But I’m just stumbling
I think I’m arguing
But I’m really just mumbling
And when I come to my senses
I’ll wake up feeling like ****
Next to another naked woman
I never met
Yea I got laid
But when you don’t
Remember in increment
Of your escapade,
The sentiment fades
And you really just want
To go to the clinic to
To check if this chick got AIDs.
Harmony
Between the dark and white liquor,
Now I’m sicker than sickle-cells,
This liquor sells,
This liquid kills,
This liquor made me lick her,
Now I ain’t feeling well,
I fall under my hang over spells,
I swear!
I only had a shot
But I guess it went to my head.
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 12:26 AM UTC
I woke up so early to work
Sometimes I don't even see my kids before going to work due to I might be late for work
Working early and going home late
My kids are right when they called me uncle instead of dad
That's madness in the highest order
I don't have time for my family but only for that man who hated me with passion
Yet I work for the growth and development of his company
That's madness
Working for someone who does not value nor care about my professional growth
Working for the man who always deduct my money whenever I attend class for my personal and professional growth which will also help his company
Yet I still work for this man
That's madness
There are many other companies out there
Yet I can't leave this monster am working for
That's madness
But yet I still have to do the job
Because I needed the job for money
I was called all sorts of name yet I responded yes sir accepting all the insult just for the sake of money
I give my best to the man who will never want me to be my own boss
If am told am mad will I argue it? No
If am told am insane of course the person is right about me
Worked under him for five years and no promotion and salary increment
Yet am still working with him
Madness is not when you run naked in the streets and started picking dirts on the floor
I said to my self
Am mad
And I know now
Which means is a step to solving my madness
I have to leave this monster
I have to leave this blood ******* vampire
I have to leave this man without human feelings
That was the solution to my madness
What's yours?
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
Wasted days
accumulate
An increment
to useless years.
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 7:00 AM UTC
Easily consumed thoughts,
Saving their squishy souls,
The machine is strict about understanding,
Abandoned resistance,
Shedding the inner anger,
In places non existent,
Increment an ability to gaze into black,
And create the ornament of passive violence,
I of the deleted and replaced,
Remembers the long gone,
An undisturbed cycle,
A timeline illusion,
Aching the pitiful containers of flesh,
And only he may know the name,
Of the Caller, of the stillborn savior.
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 12:05 PM UTC
Personal items trigger emotions & motions fissured
By past passions delivered
Those actions were a source of satisfaction untouched
By any person around,to create was a feeling that was buried beneath the ground.
But now I feel it will surface, the past was just a canvas
the future will paint my purpose
The timing couldn't be more perfect
My confidence is at its prime
no more hiding behind the curtains
I feel like I do deserve it
whatever the future the holds
Whether its a grain of sand or a plunder of gold
I will make use of the new
then reuse the knowledge of the old
To then infuse my minds muse into a present that is bold
relevant none the less, I express every increment of my journeys continuance
let these words be adamant and evidence of my monument
letters stand strong then create a sense of accomplishment
I write to stay away from the past pit that was bottomless
this was where I often sat
this is where I want to sit
no this is where I want to stand
Never forced nor by command
all is done by eager hand.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
I have felt the heat of a thousand flames,
And witnessed the shattering of all of my hearts,
Every word that escaped my mouth,
Couldn't have been as blessed as your name.
I have swum in a thousand lakes,
And I've drowned in each one,
with every breath a synapse of obliteration,
And every heave of my soul the collaboration of all your suns.
All my feathers lie in abysmal reticence,
In reaches of an hour glass filled with ashes,
Where every ash is the increment,
Of promised prayers of retribution.
There aren't many things I know forsure,
For the world fades unto oblivion with every breath it takes,
There couldn't have been anything more obscene,
Then the innocense of your allure.
But what I do know in bits and pieces,
with closed eyes and whispered hope,
Is that there lies a certain virtue,
In the reaches of being a prisoner of the exhuberance of your soul...
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
Take your time and write away
Time will come close and follow your skill,
You will forget some and lose some
But, learning will hap and increase mastery,
Flow, you must; Conquer you will.
Again, doubt will ponder thy thoughts
For, greatness happens in increment,
Like language itself, differ through evolution
Your writing too will ensue through exploration.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
Mellifluously I want one to bring me to stratum astronomy,
One addicted, and Fond of me, amorphous to whence our bindings are implored!!!!
I seek a hard working galore, a fantasy of children's Disney books, being two time crooks not caring for thine world around us.bond unshook!
None derogatory, or spiteful, a light at night pools that cover us in indulgence secretly whispered!!!
Increment's of lip splurs...
A renaissance of our two legs locking in between the patterned bricks, all for replenishing and the I love you's and I love yous back!!!
Our vocation to be made by ourn own tenet tout!!! No remorse, guilt nor doubt shall befall one another...
Rustic in our nudeness!!!
Saccharine I wish to find one to be, as our bodies will drop seed to grow another artist..prudence will be taken,
Engraved, our names on the oak close by!!
Two mystiques soo high off a love soo extreme!!!
Peripheries handling our own, no electronics and no phone needed in our own garden!!!
Magnanimous femme ,crosspathed sensai,
I'm still waiting and its one hand strike til noon!!!!
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC