"ith" poems
Step out from the obscurity
Haunting your mind
And your soul entirely with
Darkness which invades all your
Organs slightly
With a pocketful of sunshine.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
she was like taking a
::picture:: with a video camera;
she couldn't capture
///ever yt hi n g.///
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
Thunder over Karl Marx’s grave
here comes night
running at me with scissors
dangling sellotape
half finished art projects
still weigh heavy on your mind
like all those missed opportunities,
a C should have been an A.
Pastels not paint. The smudged trail of a finger
across ****** feelings which
surface back to tentative fumblings
with a sister’s friend’s Barbie
the smooth plastic bendable limbs
the positions configured with a one armed Action Man
eagle-eyed and
watching
and if I ever feel down
if I ever feel low
I think back to a story I once read about a woman
who had her face ripped off by a chimpanzee
and as she screamed
the chimpanzee leapt up and down
primitive rage grinning.
Not a pleasant sight I can imagine
but when I feel down,
that’s what I think about,
a woman
and a chimpanzee
ith a face hanging from his primate fangs.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 5:04 AM UTC
How to write an English poem
Well this is what I do,
I listen to my dear friend "Jon"
Then I go about copying him.
He says Good-marrow My to Thy lady
I laugh & reply back Hath thee fared well,
Like I'm in Shakespeare's Macbeth.
I love how
He uses "thou" different then myself
I say thou in sense of "even though"
translations are must
to understanding my friend!
He speaks in
Cockney- crockery riddles
Yet some how I understand.
I doth not speak to make
fun of him
for I love his English gib,
I listen while learning
to write a sonnet since.
How to write an English poem.
I listen to Sir "Jon's"
witty sense of humor
His cloaked sarcastic'ness
as he talks in general,
Saying such this as
Aroin't thee & Blimey ole chap
as if I know'th what he means.
How to write an English poem
Well frankly it's a pickle of a thing,
I say I doth rightly know lets ask'th
Sir"Jon & see!
He say'ith to me
"change your ****** dialect"....
And
when he's spitting made
He yells
O' God Save the queen.
He also talks of frippery
& ask if I'd like a spot of tea
when asking me questions
he laughs & quotes
such things like ;
" cheeky" little beggar or monkey
as "IF" I
know what he means.
Funny thing is though
Sir "Jon'
never really
******* told me
How to write an English poem
(so answers to every-ones question- I'd say walk around & say top of the morning,
ole chap & blimey, Even things like Bristol Cities & things likes this don't forget your "TH" s
addressing your selves a lot & put emphasis on every other syllable & thing!)
Well dear Sir "Jon"
I am not a British Bolk
Just A YANKEE- New Englander
oh & a NuYorican
Ta Boot
So next when I see You
****** Friend tell me-
How to write an English poem !?!
Always Me Ayeshah
Mar 13, 2010
Mar 13, 2010 at 6:29 AM UTC
Done into Verse, 1653.
Bless’d is the man who hath not walk’d astray
In counsel of the wicked, and ith’way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sate. But in the great
Jehovahs Law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watry streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall.
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann’d
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgment, or abide their tryal then
Nor sinners in th’assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th’upright way of the just
And the way of bad men to ruine must.
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Twist around your own bones,
and sheets,
and moans.
My mouth is no longer yours for the taking.
Twirl around your own selfish woven
cotton candy,
because I have no sugar left for you.
Just sand.
Small, weathered rocks.
Gritty between your teeth,
instead of pleasing
and melting on your tongue.
Your grumbling stomach tells you that you want more,
but you'll starve.
Starve on single packets of **** you bought at the grocery,
on **** you call for,
but are never there to receive.
I went fishing for compliments.
A good night, a good week, a good ****
When I caught you,
I didn't realize the insides were all rotted out,
or else I would have thrown you back into the sea.
That sea of whatever's and
candle-lit dinners.
Of, "Let's just go with it".
And, "Woah, woah, woah, this isn't what I signed up for".
You drank milk out of a flute,
after we slow danced for the,
'I can't remember-ith time'.
I watched your lips cradle the glass,
my ***
and then your knees.
After,
you told me you didn't want to anymore.
After you said, "I made a mistake".
After you said, "I miss you".
After you said, "I know you cursed me when the bells rang".
The curse is tasting sand instead of sugar.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC
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stands beneath
the carousel efforts
to blast through
impregnancy aBLOOM!!!!
(w)ith feral legacies
aligned intimately ornately
posthumous adulterer
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of
****** corrective agency
towards Fenitbow
and Glightrovee ab-surd as
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asqua aqua qua
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t a x i yellowing each pavement
by truth in yo ' fa ' ' lo ((lo))
i by horns and turns
in plyable waves arrest
what justice juices
freel_y
obligatory
antecedent
quai noyh thlume
ye
HEaVY
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 6:17 AM UTC
W
ith us they laugh and with us they weep;
And when we're young rock us to sleep;
And all the things we ever had;
Through the good times and through the bad;
My Mother gave these things to me;
And made me what I came to be.
I
sit here on a summers day;
And remember how I used to play;
How she had the time for me;
In between her jobs all three;
How did she find the time to sleep;
With children jobs and house to keep;
A
nd now near forty and much older;
I've grown wiser and much bolder;
And I don't forget who gave me the courage;
Because all the negatives she discouraged;
And from the slums to a flat in Chelsea;
Who made it happen? 'Was my mother Elsie.
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 11:40 AM UTC
Mum she is in the beginning,
Armed with a lot of patience,
Rhyming it with an elegant silence,
Yarn of poetry she is threading.
With all her immense patience,
In this wicked world she is happy,
Not worrying about anything,
She keeps her patience unharmed,
Leveraging her happiness on herself,
Of beautiful words she is a lady,
Wish her I do a lot of happiness.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
I want you to dance
with me forever, breathe my
air and love the pretty
night as I do
to take in every
yellow sunset streaked with
orange and red
us for eternity or
for as long as you'll have me.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC
Aug. 12. 1653.
Jehovah to my words give ear
My meditation waigh
The voyce of my complaining hear
My King and God for unto thee I pray.
Jehovah thou my early voyce
Shalt in the morning hear
Ith’morning I to thee with choyce
Will rank my Prayers, and watch till thou appear.
For thou art not a God that takes
In wickedness delight
Evil with thee no biding makes
Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight.
All workers of iniquity
Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly
The bloodi’ and guileful man God doth detest.
But I will in thy mercies dear
Thy numerous mercies go
Into thy house; I in thy fear
Will towards thy holy temple worship low.
Lord lead me in thy righteousness
Lead me because of those
That do observe if I transgress,
Set thy wayes right before, where my step goes.
For in his faltring mouth unstable
No word is firm or sooth
Their inside, troubles miserable;
An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth.
God, find them guilty, let them fall
By their own counsels quell’d;
Push them in their rebellions all
Still on; for against thee they have rebell’d;
Then all who trust in thee shall bring
Their joy, while thou from blame
Defend’st them, they shall ever sing
And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
For thou Jehovah wilt be found
To bless the just man still,
As with a shield thou wilt surround
Him with thy lasting favour and good will.
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Lord in thine anger do not reprehend me
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me Lord for I am much deject
Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me,
For all my bones, that even with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled sore
And thou O Lord how long? turn Lord, restore
My soul, O save me for thy goodness sake
For in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise?
Wearied I am with sighing out my dayes.
Nightly my Couch I make a kind of Sea;
My Bed I water with my tears; mine Eie
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
Ith’ mid’st of all mine enemies that mark.
Depart all ye that work iniquitie.
Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my prai’r
My supplication with acceptance fair
The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.
Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash’t
With much confusion; then grow red with shame,
They shall return in hast the way they came
And in a moment shall be quite abash’t.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 4:46 AM UTC
WhiTe
,
you
are a
fine colour
you are a fast
colour.youarethe
morning i found U
sleeping in slump and
polished heather with rust
gilding just the morsels O'
your canny fist of petals
who hides in splendor
ed morning's vest pr
icking up your glos
sy neck to rub you
r cheeks on the fe
lt of gorgeous b
rinded sky. U
wHitE, you
are the ve
ry lust O'
faries
you R
light
and heavy
frolicking wo
men as with th
eir skin you pain
t they stark and w
ith just their morse
ls very slightly ro
sy rouged and r
osy slightly he
aps of hips o'
roses and
heather:
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May 10, 2011
May 10, 2011 at 9:59 AM UTC
wahid. don't spread yourself between my thighs, and expect my breath to come in gasps because i forgot your name. sprawl on a bed and weep for nothing, i won't wipe your tears.
ith-nain. jilted lovers are the worst kind, don't tell me about the romance of a broken heart when you don't have one to break. don't spin beautiful tales with perfect grammar that follow a flaxen haired princess from a tower into the jaws of a dragon.
thalatha. a cocked hat, painted coal black, some unidentifiable baseball team inscribed on the the front with mercerized cotton.
arba'a. don't take your ears in my hands and close my mouth slowly, i want my words to leak all down your clothes and stain your skin and carve me into every pore, microscopically and geometrically. i want to **** your soul to a hell that doesn't exist, slice your anima into three point five inch wide pieces and strew them across my palm, counting your molecules of existence with glee, don't stop me.
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 7:53 PM UTC
it is full of nature
it is life
it is the reason for adventure
to explore
to replenish
and to restore
it is like a child
it grows into many different things
from a little seed under the ground
it blossoms into a full garden
it has evolved the same way fashion evolved
it is liked
it is loved
its like a book ith many chapters
its used in music
dance
poetry
and art
it is her fantasy
its her wish
its his command
its a bright star in the sky
like one of the seven sisters
its like warm milk with nesquick
its like santa falling through the chimney
BEAUTY IS THE PERSON INSIDE OF ME
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 8:23 AM UTC
Today is the first day
Of the rest of my life
Yesterday is a day I need not fret
Lest I forget
Tomorrow is a time that has not come
I need not strife
For today is the day
That has just begun
Today is the first day
Of the rest of my life
I praise to rise
With the morning sun
For each new sunrise
My life has just begun
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
He didn’t hear the shot comin’
Before he knew it, his heart managed to stop runnin’
Another free soul, like a pedal that dances in the wind
Mid-twenties type and with metal piercin’ his windpipe
This soul is turnin’ its head, it doesn’t realize it
It sees a man on the floor, but doesn’t recognize him
That man was him; and no one is missin' him
It’s evident - vacant lot, body leakin’ the crimson evidence
The lights flicker around him, the hands of time are frozen
And in the distance it's clear that certain words are spoken (...stay)
It must be heaven!
His grandparents, old buddy Evan,
Even an uncle he lost way back in '97
Beautiful angels appear
And whisper in his ear,
"Blessed child, your soul will rest here.”
They're lightly guidin' his hand
Towards his uncle
Smile on his face, they tell him,
"Almost there."
He tries to grab him.
GASP
He thought he had him.
GASP
But in an instant-
GASP
He's gettin' distant.
GASP (.....th... m.)
He's gettin' dragged
To the fiery depths of the underworld
Lost souls cry out in agony
At the crash of thunder
Lucifer's agents appear
And screamin' in his ear,
"Putrid lamb, your soul will suffer here!"
And with it, piercin’ his skin,
Makin' him face
The very sins he committed!
"ALMOST THERE!!"
They're wreaking havoc
GASP (....ith...m.)
Won't let 'em have it
GASP (s..y..h...)
But in an instant-
GASP
He's gainin' distance
GASP (Sta..th... m.)
Feedin' his soul à la carte
A tortured fresh start to life after death?
But just then, the beatin' of his heart…
Listen…
(……th… me.)
BEEP
(stay….th…e.)
BEEP
(Stay….w…me)
BEEP
(Stay with me!)
BEEP
*“Blood pressure’s normal.. he’s coming to.”
“There you go! Stubborn young man, aren’t you? Stay with me, son – you’re not dying tonight. Not on my watch.”*
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
Ministers preaches transform from the world.
In other words be not conform to it.
But w must adjust to the world that God created.
Problems exist.
To some a total mess.
We see conflicts between voters and selected presidential candidates.
One wants to bomb any of another racial climate.
Call them radical without accepting truth about his own.
And once elected and bodies of soldiers lying upon the ground.
Then you see voters trying to turn opinions around..
Adjusting to the world.
Means adjusting to truth.
We surrounded by forces of various groups.
Then you a woman that many states lies when in truth all politicians does when before us.
None can admit that they hate to see a woman lead.
After all scriptures wording keeps them as a secondary gender.
A book ritten by men to govern us all.
ith words that God inspired them to write.
Adjusting to the world means adjusting to changes.
Some w failing to ompletely explain.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
---
there is a crack
a crack in the clay
a crack in the vessel for
water today . it is quite small
it's hard for to see . it's always
in you . it's always in me . the
master carries this vessel
for to bathe and to wash
and another sound
vessel which
is balanced across
his strong broad
shoulders . one on each
side . with a stick for to balance
both for the ride . the man dipped
his pots . w ith water to seek . but the
*** with t he crack in it began to leak
as the m an passed . on his way to
his ** me . the leak in the ***
began to flow
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A
T
E
R
S
P
I
L
L
E
D
down upon the verge of the path
where there were trees, flowers
and grass . the master looked back
where he had been . one side was
withered . but the other was green
a riot of colors from the blooms and
the trees . told that they had had
water . the master was pleased
so he placed the cracked vessel
in its own special place . and
walked away happy . With a
smile on his face!
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
When words start flowing, lyrics rhyme
And you and I, we know its time
To do something but how?
Everybody plays his part
Revels in his job or art.
What I want to share today
Are some thoughts that first may
Tease or calm your mind
Either way you’ll read
Right what you need
Where this story has its place
All the peeps are full of grace
Torn at times, well at heart.
Eating healthy food
Respect and share good mood
Who are you, what is your thing?
Are you of those that fortunes bring?
The moment here the minute gone
Eager, but afraid to speak
Rule out fear, come reach your peak
Why shall I care, you ask and think
Ahead am I of those that sink
Thoughts can change you know
Elaborate on your perception
Revaluate your own direction
With those that care, you shall surround
Affiliate with taste and sound.
Thus please enjoy the moment now.
Ergo what I recommend:
Relax, be water my friend
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
I really haven't treated you right. It's unfair.
And yet you still put up w?ith me. I owe you so much.
You've been through hell and back. I wish I were nicer.
Instead I only added to your problems.
You'll shrug it off, say it's okay. But I know it's not.
I will remember you. You were funny, and you were there.
That's all one can truly ask for, isn't it?
You, Sir, will not be forgotten.
Jun 9, 2014
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