"indecently" poems
ugly men burning their bay leaves
in pots of static gardens
underneath all this cement
your past is looking at you indecently
so change the words around you
you can shift their meaning
its all a game and no-one's winning
your tired emotions accent your poetry
umbrellas are scars that carry symphonies in their hearts
you held my hand as we welcomed god back into our skylines
her face is as familiar as the stars
we originated from
with ulcers open in quiet hurting
your youth are wordless and distrustful of angst ridden authority
in unsuspecting situations love’s vacation is ending
her wedding gown got quite *****
since she literally spent her entire honeymoon
wandering idly into banks of muddy water
humanity is worthy of justice and sweaty romance
i breathe your flesh into my bottle
and we take boundless walks upon the clouds
that straddle mountains, graveyards and cemeteries
fresh from wading in the rice fields
i peeled you a ripe banana
under pressure your sweater came off
and revealed a perfect metric for us to emulate
your eye sockets are two umbilical chords
and your voice is a curved sword that cuts through fear
like the moon slices through the sky
i have held all of this inside for far too long
and now it comes shattering forth
spilling itself over every page
every letter an escapade almost as long
as an Eskimo's pilgrimage to safety
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
The Psychedelic Deli
Is sometimes in an alley.
It can seem accidental,
Some of it experimental
All completely experiential.
There is no shop, no store
You must have a friend
If you really want to score.
Everyone is different
Under new management.
Let me make this clear;
Anything you want,
Everything you want is here.
From champagne to beer
All the time, every year.
You can send out for *****
And have nothing to lose.
Only just all your money,
But you may think that funny
Once you’re getting chummy.
So mostly bring your own
And don’t drink it alone
Because it’s best to share
That’s true just everywhere
If you have the grace to care.
The Psychedelic Deli
May sell wares ***** nilly
They’ll charge you indecently
As stuff they made just recently
Must be paid for immediately.
They have this and that
And if you pass the hat
You’ll go on a trip with no ticket.
You surely don’t want to miss it.
But there’s always a bit more to it.
So, you better be up to it
Because many more blew it
And ended like a fish on their belly,
Their minds about as stable as jelly,
Shopping at the Psychedelic Deli.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
Astonishingly! This poetry analogy is partially of a prodigy poet! It is of his endearment and endeavorment in our great Government that desecrated, medicated, sedated and segregated him. Doped! Desperately copping and hoping he made it! To add, no dad! An artistically rad-lad through the bad, the glad, the sad and mad. This destiny of a poet is also of apologies, felonies, formalities, legalities and theories.
Furthermore it’s of mournful and scornful-laughter! Capture and rapture, dreamingly and seemingly, chapter after chapter... Pondering and wondering is there a happily ever after? This destiny of a poet is heavenly, randomly and religiously, tellingly of lots of many thoughts! Some adventuresome, awesome, burdensome, fearsome and gruesome! Some loathsome, lonesome and wholesome!
Some of dreams, schemes and many themes! Some deemed and seemed differently, discriminately, indecently or racially true, from some views. Some askew and blue! Some of clues, of Jews, of taboo, tattoos and voodoo! This destiny of a poet; stunningly who could’ve and would’ve thought once, twice or thrice of this price? Of the cheers and peers, the jeers, the leers,
the tears and weary years... Therefore I say, some artist’s
clever art may create, dictate, relate and translate similar-thriller craftsmanship with negative, positive or relative penmanship. However, typically some probably will publicly criticize as a travesty. Some will harmonize, some will publicize or socialize, some will disrespect as imperfect, some will neglect, some will respect as perfect! Hark! I remark; brethren, children and women keep and upkeep that
creative spark! For in the dark or as you embark. Literally, morality and reality is in my poetry and story. Expect excellent, brilliant, decadent, resilient talent and testaments! Basically on final note! I positively devote, quote and wrote these eccentrically optimistic, rhetoric and theoretic poetically lyrical rhyming notes. Finally and bluntly, do not negatively amend, bend, pretend or transcend this end. Amen...
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 9:22 PM UTC
earthquakes
and such disasters
are caused by immodest women;
if you are wise you will see this truth
women
indecently dressed
and accentuating contours
cause excitement in vigorous young men;
if you are spiritual you will see this truth
the men who thus get excited
(and it’s all the women’s fault, you will agree)
and so are led astray by such women
and this causes adultery
and such immorality which
results in seismic activity
and so you have earthquakes;
if you are pure you will see this truth
it’s true
because adulterers
do it more vigorously
hence the earth trembles
more readily
Oct 7, 2010
Oct 7, 2010 at 6:56 PM UTC
Better to close your mouth when someone is bad
Utter no word to defend or offend or just comment
At times keeping mouth shut is the only solution
By this act we save head and heart aches wisely
Many people do not know how to talk or converse
They simply tear heart by badly hurting our mind
During such occasions, strict silence is desirable
As our peace of mind will be absolutely preserved
We cannot expect great diplomacy from fools
They will stick to their regimen without any wit
And can never understand life's true intricacies
As their rotten thoughts will invariably hurt only
Piercing the heart using vitriolic words is a sin
God looks with contempt at wrong words said
Whenever indecent language is employed badly
That place is surrounded by devils with ecstasy
Devilish words that destroy peace are demons
Deadly emotions expressed indecently shall
******* peace of mind and happiness of heart
As they possess an evil influence to demolish
Use always kind words filled with great warmth
Practice sharing of love and merciful expression
Our duty is to make the atmosphere Heavenly
Surely that holy state is within our full control.
mvvenkataraman
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
There she was, her eyes bright and shining buried in her rosy complexion of which was indecently shown through the discharge of the temperate winds longing like lost military men to taste a woman's sweet words once again. She held in her delicate fingers, thin and unsteady, a chain of sweet nothings that trailed after her scrupulous footstep as if solely existing for the chance to be in her superlative presence. Gladiolus, Poppies, Aster, Delphinium, Orchid, Peony all linked together in a perfect array of scent and color reflecting the consummate image of the girl that led them. The world accompanied her to a cliff looking down on a cold river, the scene smothered with the orange glow of sunset and the sky clear of all but the unwavering flap and call of the birds who claimed it as their own immovable kingdom. She walked to the edge of the land and twisted around, her heels grazing the edge of everything and nothing; life and death; to fall and to walk. Slowly she tipped and her gaze caught mine. I cried out in my head Ophelia, but nothing came to my lips, cold and thin. As she hit the icy drink she smiled, her flowers cast above her about to disappear forever along with all other sweetness worth living for in Denmark.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Forgive me.
I left my love
On the balcony
Where I have buried you
Indecently.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
WALKING WITH HELLO POETRY......
Life began to change
Days to delight
I am almost here
Bringing the light to change..
Life began to change
Nights to the star
walking with star a
Eternal feelings, bless, now,
Lift me higher and higher,
From all star being
Underneath the whisper of glorious wind..
This lines for the Poetry ....
The words can't stop talking inside you
When you are falling
Feeling the growth of the strength
Feel indecently clear
Coz you keep Rising
Like the day ends
and night rise...
Back through the years
Back to the star.....
Thank you...
May Every years Shine up with a beautiful smile be the reason for others happiness & Spread your joy and happiness around. Happy New Year.
-Chirayu
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
All yearling spring birds far from distant home,
Xanthic in Gothic gospels soot and yolk,
Where's one's soft spoken voice to calm me on the phone?
Formidable pulses,
The danger of convulsion's spread on like buttered oil!!!
Enormity soil's the defendant delirium...
Such agnostic aquariums stinkingly similar upstate!
Broken lives to sunset drive,
Specimen speckles,
Forcible tassels hover one's decree!!
Litigious locust's buzz creepingly,
Indecently exposing all's funk!!!
Concauctions of fake adoption's,
Concievers break locks off trunks!!!
Omit me out of this obdurate oasis,
Wherein one feel's spacious,
Free to cometh and goeth!!!
Freedom doth thou know?
Operatic Mrs and Mr's,
Minuets for thy ridiculed wishes!!
Ponderer of newness,
Cleaner's as thy tub spills over,
Thy heels click together just to get thy kicks!!!
Hit the streets thou feathered bird of no beak,
Thou tally marker of no means!!!
Foreman to thy own people's idea's,
Nourish me with a new novice,
Nurture me with heartbrake hotel,
Buildeth me a standing ovation of a one love palace!!!
Brave heart fairytale,
Doth thou stand to move about?
Listener of radio tunes,
Art thou close??
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
Tiny tawny girl next door,
Watch you scrub your kitchen floor.
Doggie down there, on all four:
I can’t wait ‘til you spill some more.
Laundry day, your fragrance drifts
Through my screen: My spirit lifts.
Subtle scents, your careless gifts,
And through each one, my keen nose sifts.
Singing, humming, filled with glee:
You wash your dishes, dutifully.
I hear you, though I cannot see,
How drippy-wet and wonderfully?
Accomp’nied by Spanish guitar,
This summer day, you wash your car.
Flamenco skirt, my jaw ajar,
On tippy-toes, you’ve stretched too far!
Then one day, from the box you came,
Bearing junk mail with my name.
I quickly turned to hide my shame.
You’d caught me staring, just the same.
My name, without lifting her head,
From that misguided missive, read.
Upset? Not yet. She smiled, instead,
Then took me by my arm, and said,
“I must confide, my next-door boy,
I play with you: my sweetest toy.
All parts and parcels of my ploy,
I mean to share what you enjoy.
“I scrub the floor where you can see.
I perfume all of my laundry.
I softly sing each melody,
And even dress indecently.
“…But spiders cause me grievous fright!
I have a burned-out ceiling light.
So, if you can and think you might,
Come help me with my chores, tonight.”
©2Dec2017 @DracoTalpus
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
Hidden meanings foreshadow the gradient eminence off campus,
Stampless letters to be sent to thine dearest of ones!! Mother's hold thy daughter's, for you've lost your youngest son!!!!
Extensive Colgate frames to cover thy soulgaited plains,
Where fewest of animals hath roamed!!
Your caught in scrimmage,
Still Soo unsure if your found or lost at home!!!
Paceth back to and forth as far as thy walls will take you,
Where reprobate minds will break you,
Where loan sharks will rewrite tunes,
Sharking is their key to Finnish game!!!
They feeleth no Elysium,
Their one to thy flame!!!!!
Trilateral thinking freely turns negative,
Primitive to all known consistencies,
Bleeding at thy gums?
Third world indecently!!!
Misconstrue thine own miserly pull,
Galoot of what's not thine own!!!!!
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
(Hang in there, I'm just having fun)
Spirit of Vulgarity, have you chosen me
Colors fill my rainbow that only freaks can see
A spectrum of obscenities indecently displayed
I hold to my dysfunction and take it to my grave
Searching for such comforts I've never known before
Like taking pleasure in my own skanky ***** *****
Just to get even with the balance of my misgiving
I fear not the judgment in this death defiant inning
Let love flow through my veins but lust feed my needs
And you my love could come and share in my ***** little deeds
In a hell made for two we’ll burn forevermore
That’s if you’ll be my skanky ***** *****
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
indecently the night tasted like staccato light
and trebled, bassing the fluxing notes steeping
off the amber pools i crushed deliciously
under foot mounted bracket
a mountain
of love
she shoved unseriously in my face
and my winter blossomed spring tides new heat
it bubbled between every nothing spurting
terribly roughed dancing
and calves pumping bounce
we all moved like stones
jittering motionless suddenly erupting swoon
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 4:46 PM UTC
morning
approaches indecently
as another day descends
alarm sounds
bursting ear drums
so severe
day, a revulsion
like a carcass
cooking in the heat
gather strength
to leave this nest
of comfort and content
take this pain
and make it rain
to wash over me
until then
pray for a mend
with little victory
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
All yearling spring birds far from distant home,
Xanthic in Gothic gospels soot and yolk,
Where's one's soft spoken voice to calm me on the phone?
Formidable pulses,
The danger of convulsion's spread on like buttered oil!!!
Enormity soil's the defendant delirium...
Such agnostic aquariums stinkingly similar upstate!
Broken lives to sunset drive,
Specimen speckles,
Forcible tassels hover one's decree!!
Litigious locust's buzz creepingly,
Indecently exposing all's funk!!!
Concauctions of fake adoption's,
Concievers break locks off trunks!!!
Omit me out of this obdurate oasis,
Wherein one feel's spacious,
Free to cometh and goeth!!!
Freedom doth thou know?
Operatic Mrs and Mr's,
Minuets for thy ridiculed wishes!!
Ponderer of newness,
Cleaner's as thy tub spills over,
Thy heels click together just to get thy kicks!!!
Hit the streets thou feathered bird of no beak,
Thou tally marker of no means!!!
Foreman to thy own people's idea's,
Nourish me with a new novice,
Nurture me with heartbrake hotel,
Buildeth me a standing ovation of a one love palace!!!
Brave heart fairytale,
Doth thou stand to move about?
Listener of radio tunes,
Art thou close??
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
some words go US Eng, some go UK Eng
so inside the word-dividing "[ ]" is the chosen sound
KIND OF A WA[ɔ]LKING...
EMITTER OF ENDORPHINS
INNER-LIGHT-EVOKING
VAU[ɔ]LT WITH
A FORMi̲DABLY ENORMOUS
INFINITELY RISING RESERVE OF
THRILLINGLY PO[ɑ]SITIVE EMOTIONS (wa[ɒ]nt some?)
THE EPITOME OF DELIGHT & ENJOYMENT
——————————————————————————
strolling through some au[ɔ]tumn spo[ɑ]ts
sa[ɔ]w some gyals
being dolorous
stole up o[ɒ]n 'em
once I'm close enough
I'm exploding
with that mind-blowing stuff
I've noted 'bove
ba[ɔ]wling "lit morning, quit mourning"
so ear-splittingly like my ***** just go[ɑ]t
torn apart
they, seemed to me, were in
total sho[ɑ]ck
unloading, giving 'em a[ɔ]ll I've go[ɑ]t
which got 'em a little overpa[ɑ]cked
each of 'em got a lethal cor atta[ɑ]ck
overdosed, they dro[ɑ]pped
on the ground like ja[ɔ]ws of cha[ɑ]ps
at the sight of girls with bo[ɑ]ds
that are smoking ho[ɑ]t
——————————————————————————
ALSO, TRULY HOPEFUL
BORN WITH LO[ɑ]TS
OF OFFERS OF EMPLOYMENT
IN TERMS OF MOVING FORWARD
THE MOTION'S NOTHING LESS THAN HURTLING
ALWAYS, EVERY MOMENT
MAINTAIN THE FIRST PLACE
IN A LIST OF POTENTIAL BOYFRIENDS
FOR GIRLS THAT
ARE INDECENTLY GORGEOUS
AND UNBELIEVABLY JOYOUS
lyrically, these word-co[ɑ]mbs
come close to what a ***** does
performing a *******
[once was told that I have 0 SELF-IRONY]
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
Life began to change
Days to delight
I am almost here
Bringing the light to change..
Life began to change
Nights to the star
walking with star a
Eternal feelings, bless, now,
Lift me higher and higher,
From all star being
Underneath the whisper of glorious wind..
This lines for the Poetry ....
The words can't stop talking inside you
When you are falling
Feeling the growth of the strength
Feel indecently clear
Coz you keep Rising
Like the day ends
and night rise...
Back through the years
Back to the star.....
Thank you...
May Every years Shine up with a beautiful smile be the reason for others happiness & Spread your joy and happiness around. Happy New Year.
-Chirayu
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
Only
GREATNESS
Now
••
All the LITTLENESS
the PETTINESS
-
All the SUBTLE ACTS THAT LIE
---
These most be done with
We must be WHOLE now
Or we shall die!
HORRIBLY!
SHAMEFULLY!
INDECENTLY!
••
Only
GREATNESS
Might possibly see us thru
To LIFE
••
To the soul that is MAN
••
••
All the past IS ERASED!
Only You and what you shall become
According to your BELIEFS remain
••
Beyond HOPE
Above FEAR
WITH OR WITHOUT "GOD"
(Whatever the truth is. --
So shall it be)
••
Only the LOVERS
And the LOVE
••
Only YOU
only ME
------
Be REAL
be BRAVE
no more TOMMOROWS count
Only TODAY
••.
ETERNAL OPENNESS
INFINITE GRACE
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC
I haven't done it for years but,
just
scampered and got back into bed.
The wind outside is trying to hide inside my flat
and I am having none of that.
Have you scampered recently,
decent or indecently
did you feel it set you free?
A scamperer I'll always be until
I scamper
off.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Almost everyday we meet new people
There was a day when I met you
I might not exactly Remember where
and how, but is that really important?
We became friends and still are, now that Is important
We might not talk every week or month,
See each other that often...Is that a big deal?
I have come to Realize that Situations change
And because of this people can change
and that's Ok
We just have to Remember what Love really is, as 1 Corinthians 13:4-8a states:
Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous. It does not brag, does not get puffed up, 5 does not behave indecently, does not look for its own interests, does not become provoked. It does not keep account of the injury. 6 It does not rejoice over unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth. 7 It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never fails.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous. It does not brag, does not get puffed up, does not behave indecently, does not look for its own interests, does not become provoked. It does not keep account of the injury. It does not rejoice over unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 12:19 PM UTC
She whispered with a silent symphony as in solitude.
The piece indecently rhymed to prove a point unknown -
Of belonging, and beatitude, and an untamed soulfulness.
My innocent spirit struck ablaze with a thoughtfully eternal flame.
Her doll eyes, pale with a seemingly clear whiteness -
Of beauty, and of purity, and of heathen health,
Bribed my ignorant heart with a big sum of worthless treasure
To prescript my dreams, and also my wet dreams.
I succumbed with a lot of faith
And let her in,
Then out,
But left me inside-out
With a banquet,
But of thorns!
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
They laughed at the madman
Who talked fast and inconsistently
And I snickered to
Partook in the cruelty
Of judging indecently
Till I remembered myself
Till I saw the human being
Sitting patiently on a parking stump
Waiting for a connection
Needing a friend
Looking away not in
Perhaps hoping
For kindness
Even though
He wore a skin color
Labeled other
My stomached ached
With a desire to reprimand
Those who had been cruel
To take this strangers hands
As some saints would do
Instead, I stifled such sentiments
Now, I find my inhumanity
Bothers me more then
Other’s cruel behavior
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
Should I feel mad,
And blame myself,
All in my head,
But it's heartfelt.
Should I feel sad,
And blame the girl,
That once had,
Rocked my world.
Should I feel,
Or go numb,
So no meals,
And don't come,
Down to kneel,
And steal,
My love,
Through my lips,
And then rid of,
Our sessions,
Of intimacy,
Like indecently,
Teaching a lesson,
That I'm learning,
But It's unclear,
It's burning,
Through disgust and fear,
I trust,
My friendly peer,
To do the right thing,
And continue to bring,
The trifling sting,
Of love.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
An indigent old man, in a drunken stupor, with the grime of the streets on his skin, with twigs and **** in his beard, indecently exposes his junk. And a cardboard sign saying he’s hungry.
The flasher from the window of a motel, opens the curtains for the lunch crowd to view his flaccid, Rolly Polly obesity, just standing there Full Monty, ******* his thumb. The audience grow restless, having had a laugh, they begin to grumble and point their fingers with concern angering their faces.
The **** bearded *** points along with the crowd, “hey look! There’s a streak—burp! —in the window there! Look! Heheh.”
“Your fly’s undone dude,” claims a passerby.
**** you! No flies will come, it was just a movie!” His **** still hanging out.
In the nursing home, sometimes old age can’t catch up with the fact that everything seems like it’s slowly melting, especially them home folks’ skin.
A sagging sad white haired lady, with nothing on, holding on for dear life, stuck in her walker, in the middle of the hallway right before the lunch crowd. “Help Lifealert!”
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 1:04 PM UTC