"ishness" poems
"sly wordplay, it glows, feels like a shimmering address, half warning and half blessing, really alive with cadence"
read Kiki Dresden poetry^
once more into the sea trench divide,
I dive to devise,
Your provoking comment,
demands my full attention,
you divert me from struggling with
ginger & clay,
a contra concept
that molds and enflames,
yet strikes overtly sweet,
it does not
come so easy
as this playful notion
But
your words deserve the
attention immédiate
atenção imediata
that births this script,
tumbling forth in an instantly
instantaneously
me student, you mistress~master,
schooling me on sublimity subliminal,
capturing the capering
stylistic that bursts forth from within,
that my fingertips provide,
while my brain connives & connivers
continuously
you overlay analytics
that never are to me
revealed,
the what and wherefore
of the whom
hiding within
of the im~perpetuity impish essence of
i m p ishness
by charmingly doing me, not once,
but many times better
here a spillage:
an observational ditty,
dressed in a tux,
most formally,
to render the greatest
wordplay
ever invented
t,
the uniqueness of a simple
thank you
my favorite poem
a forever for ever,
the song that
plys and plays me
in the me
so often,
the linguists have banned the word
repeatedly
from my lexicon
so in its stead,
this all-in-one mighty steed
(verb phrase, a noun, or an adjective depending on its usage)
this phatic expression,
here disguised in
Portuguese,
muito obrigado!
muito obrigado!
muito obrigado!
nml 5:39am nyc 10/4, 10/4
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 5:44 AM UTC
The day I die
I will loose all my self-ishness
But the worthy wealth of my ideas
Will live on by itself
The day I die
Will see the very end of me
Albeit, good deeds of mine
Shall explain the best in me
The day I die
My skin and bones will go to nothingness
Though, I'll still be here
In the nature's very essence
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 3:39 AM UTC
This ***** got me digging a hole
Big enough to fit 10,000 souls
Which is exactly how many
I plan to take
Aw hell, what's one more,
for bad lucks sake
Ya'll can sit in here with me
Wallow in self pity
And in the dark dark night
Not even you can see the days light
Nothing touches us down here
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
HER ROYAL ISHNESS
A woman
of few words.
She was considered
quite a dish.
So stylish.
A la Lillian Gish
"Are you cold?"
I asked as host.
"...ish!"
she offered
barely moving
her lips.
"When would you like to eat
8 or..?"
"8...ish!"
She could shoehorn her "ish" tidbit
into almost any conversation.
"Yes;.veggie!"
"No...no fish!"
She let her eyes
do all the talking.
She absorbed the room
and all the men and all their mores.
Found them wanting.
Knew what they wanted.
Wanted none of it.
Left them panting.
She left when it was getting
late...ish.
"Tired!"
"...ish!" she ished.
Like a ventriloquist.
Her lips barely parting.
She spoke with a lisp
and a cold.
So that a kiss
became a khiss.
I gave her the goodbye khiss
she wished.
She left and left us
each bereft.
As if a voiceover
or an intercom had announced
her departure.
"Her Royal Ishness
has left the building!"
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
HER ROYAL ISHNESS
A woman
of few words.
She was considered
quite a dish.
So stylish.
A la Lillian Gish
"Are you cold?"
I asked as host.
"...ish!"
she offered
barely moving
her lips.
"When would you like to eat
8 or..?"
"8...ish!"
She could shoehorn her "ish" tidbit
into almost any conversation.
"Yes;.veggie!"
"No...no fish!"
She let her eyes
do all the talking.
She absorbed the room
and all the men and all their mores.
Found them wanting.
Knew what they wanted.
Wanted none of it.
Left them panting.
She left when it was getting
late...ish.
"Tired!"
"...ish!" she ished.
Like a ventriloquist.
Her lips barely parting.
She spoke with a lisp
and a cold.
So that a kiss
became a khiss.
I gave her the goodbye khiss
she wished.
She left and left us
each bereft.
As if a voiceover
or an intercom had announced
her departure.
"Her Royal Ishness
has left the building!"
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC