Leniently poems on Hello Poetry

Charlie's Web Apr 2015

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Im feeling confined by
lines leniently lighting the way.

The ******* I bare
constitute
the clothes I wear

So the curve in my line carries cat calls all day.

#curves #culture #women #catcalls

st64 Jul 2013

tracks

ants crawl on
slowly

1.
left eye is hopping fast for days now
and time's but a fair damsel
of delightful illusion
how she taunts and teases you
into sweet oblivion
of wickedly sensual basking

she drugs you with deep charisma
and struts at the doorway of your senses
she clutches onto the tracks in your mind
and claws deep into your ragged psyche
that same old song playing
over and over...
........over

2.
see right through train's chassis
rail sleepers spin vigorously backward
in such frightful haste
to get nowhere
no-one knows the real speed of time
out there.....

but for mere mortals
it's leniently paced in adagio
and parceled in mellowed excruciation
as ants walk serene
alongside the tracks

3.
creep into chaotic patterns
fall into hell
through a secret back door
even satan knows not of
as perched as he is
on his *oh-so lofty pile of ordure
his blind heart
sees not
the strobed tracks
of your visiting soul

4.
take a syncopated shot up the arm
from the foul fang of a kind sinner

while saints bathe in fat glory
elsewhere

when you look again
you lie alone in a corner room
broken
yet untethered

tracks to heaven so obscured
by
your paradoxical attempts at levity
on the twisted playground of life's malady

5.
how badly you tripped
so many **** times
you ....got in the way
of your
own
remise

each time you fell
you looked UP
expecting help
when all the while
the answers lay
at your feet:

[your own mistakes are authentic and real;
you try to fox-tread out
but trying to turn your back on a *****
called destiny - equals catastrophe personified
oh, she WILL beckon you back
with her crooked finger
most kindly
to ensure no overdue lessons wait too long.....]

the ants crawl on
so
slowly

S T, Wed 10 July 2013

can't expect no bread falling from the sky...lol

absolutely love Bach on the lute....with such a delicate and organic instrument, how can one possibly go wrong!

right? lol

right :)

sub-entry: "lutenist's ecstasy"

1.
pear-shaped rebirth
would that these twelve maple ribs
bear traces of Adam's
tapered fingertips

bandying calloused hours
over triple rosettes
protected in intricacy

2.
may
echoes
of this love
resound well and strong
on ledged sympathetic strings

on an invisible bridge
over water's surface
currents travel
on angel wings
as notes of unambiguous clarity
ring out and extend
no rude clarion-calls

only
lutenist's ecstasy :)

http://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=related&v;=2uApiRD7GB8#/watch?feature=related&v;=2uApiRD7GB8

(J.S. Bach: Fuge BWV 998)

Madison McEnroe May 2015

Life in the corrupt America

Avenging activity among our society
Based behind our bravery,
Centered in our controlled community
Dances our dimes distantly,
Eating the Economy entirely,
Freeing some family’s from financial stability
Giving the Government full guidance to “Give willingly”
Help save history and fix the hired hereby diligently
Isolating the problem Indefinitely before another civil war breaks out immobilizing us internally,
Jacking up jumping prices to live within our jungle of commonality
Killing Kids futures by leaving them in debt for keeps of knowledge to secure their vivacity
Living our Lives in stress leniently because we are your servants dwelling down here in the low depths of poverty.
Massing out our Money on your table tops feasting morbidly on fattening foods while millions suffer from malnutrion
Nobody speaking nervously now
On the open opinion’s on our governments greed
People pacing the streets for a piece to eat
Quiet our questions or riots will quake the streets
Rage ripping through our roads radiantly
So sustain us all seriously separating the needy from situations of squandering
Take hold of our Tantrums and turn them on the ones demanding this tangibility
You’re yearning for yesterday’s better life
Venom of today’s values vast out over our minds
When will they welcome the revolution?
Xenophobia exerts exteremremitys on our souls
Zero Tolerance for Zaberism and Zolism is the way we go.

I hear these things constantly in my ear about how people feel. So I wrote an ABC poem about our government and the revolution so many speak about that has yet to happen and that could. Not that I should part take or believe in this. But I do agree society is as ****** as an other country. Just with less physical abuse.

Apachi Ram Fatal Jun 2017

Country Fryd Chixn

***** Diddy Dean\
principles clean flirting\
***** on the street tuning\
girls squat ******* off roast\
principal toast jetset mason\
braces racial faces erases fascist\

aCes amoosha\

frisky leniently\
nick unchain wrist\
reel chastity handcuff\
trust the best way to eat\
with your hands and knees\
near the ground on your feet\
head up high top of the more\
under the great blue sky define\

Convenience Cross buddy divine interference\

Culture shock the biggest radial in the room\
Centrally round about ways\
Cave the elephant at the mouses house daintily\

faintly fading narcotic wince\
swine like a good nightmare\
Dare not get locked into close\
without Darkin Diddy in it\
Hit unstuck with good fun gang\
bangers conundrum the dyme drop\

flip the quarter youngin do the tyme Shyne one more\
chance at a lucky snakes dessert dry spell farewell\
take the KAbala Ruby KAaba keen in a seam Weezer\
Diddy peel back pay out after the mailman waned\

inn deserts righteous weasel sheath creature nurture\

feature posted up at the penitentiary motel\
*** as clean as the club they spiked\
to party in the hotel room\

bash and dash with rash baseball bats disintegrating rats\
in baseball caps stash in a ****** astounded Jay Lo\
pulled the Trigger\ Sang\

rapper song rewind hiphop psalm lip i dip you rip we cryp hark of a Hawk warlike\
bullet sound dock store shiruba nest warm shepard impression out of the cold\
     famish at the government mansion retain sharpened noreaga apex angle fang\
dine forward booking round ticket found trinkets of chicken fry Kern El Sanders\
hid ashtray banked future matters in Hakim fortune empowered Peaceful impart\
Eye for Eye
    Evil constrict Haikus conduct leg work contradicting the Porphyrogenita bylaw\
ratify gear Goddesses strike stamping thee passt charging Neo vitasphere Rage\
                   electrician the Machinist\
          hause Morpheus envogue yoke hymns romping a vampire respect pinion droves\
pronunciation moody grove converge throng over durst drac stirs Period crop Verbatim\

drunken master play

#hunger

Brent Kincaid Apr 2015

BIG BUT...

BIG BUT…

I’m a tolerant type of person
So, I try to look at others leniently.
(But...)
You sent the fox to guard the hen house,
That kind of thinking doesn’t makes no sense to me.
I don’t know why you took the stance
That this was such a clever thing to do.
(But…)
Then with all the chickens gone
You tried hard to blame everyone but you.

You got to look out for that big but.
It gets in the way of so much you say.
You always seem to show that big but.
It’s gonna bit you in the end someday.

Your peers have chosen to trust in you.
They sent you to work to represent their case.
(But…)
You took it as a treasure chest
And ran amok, and now you are off base.
Your corruption is nearly absolute
You job is to care what the people think
(But…)
You lost touch with what you are
Right now you don’t know just how much you stink.

You got to look out for that big but.
It gets in the way of so much you say.
You always seem to show that big but.
It’s gonna bite you in the end someday.

#poetry #politics #corruption #brent #misrepresentation #crooks #nepotism #kincaid #congressrional #cronyism

Safana Jul 2020

Damilola

Damilola

My boss daughter, Damilola
A young beautiful child
A queen of flower kingdom
She smells sweety like flora
She is a rose and jasmine
She is a sunshine, Damilola
She is a green forest, Damilola

DAMILOLA

Daughter of Mr. Femi Onanuga
Aureate-looking like, Damilola
Most beautiful Yoruba child
Invincible she is, a Damilola
Legitimate daughter of my boss
Originate from Oduduwa land
Leniently she speak, Damilola
And, she hate no one Damilola

And, she is +1

Happy Birthday
Young beautiful
Child of my boss

Damilola Femi Onanuga

#damilola

Lehlohonolo Theletsane Mar 2018

She was invited home.

SHE WAS INVITED HOME

Every tear stole her smile
Sadly sigh after saying grace
Her lips sealed with fear
Her eyes blurred by death
And her strength drowned inside an Amen.

It’s cold to believe that she’s gone
When all we hoped for was for her to return an burn our frozen paws.
The oxygen refused to escape her mouth for it was willing
But the engine of her heart lost all its faith
And the line of equator separated her life to death.

Mourns the sun
Inviting grey clouds to silence wounded hearts
Stroke heavy lightning
Pleading freedom for hidden drops of water
From the river of eyes… they leniently flow.

Driven down to the foundation of her new home,
Her daughter’s angelic voice arose heavier than her pain.
Beautiful flowers painted her home.
Heavy soil escaped the space between my fingers.
Ha ha mazing grace, how sweet that sounds?
Sang the happy gravy,
To poke the void inside a heart
That now breath without its roots.

Zywa Oct 2020

Switch points

Father still hangs there:
a beautiful young man
in gaudy clothes

who made himself heard
with high heels
just married, not strict

the man of duty
I have known, in working-clothes
busy with important matters

with a lenient look
at Mum dressing up
in discomfort, in the morning

of their brass wedding
both passed the switch points
continuing on each other's track

Mum in the stylish colours
she didn't need before
to belong

Father increasingly frugally fighting
for recognition of his achievements
until their bodies over the years

will turn switch points again
and he will smile leniently
at his portrait together with Mum

Collection “Different times"

#adulthood

charles Jan 2020

A Poem Towards The Modern Love Phenomenon

i dont care about your hair,
i see careless and restless,
each lie in your eyes,
you can't see in yourself.
skin is easy to tear,
where is your heart at?

it's easy to love,
leniently leaning towards each soul.
last longer than years,
then you can dress me impressed.

loving you,
love myself less,
falling into negatives,
every heart needs a rest.

sleep by yourself,
lower your dress,
pour love in intent,
keep a promise you meant.

AWURAA Sep 24

He said, "I'm going to **** myself."

Why is the phrase I'm going to **** myself used so leniently?

Is it not a statement that carries weight? or is it just a jovial way to deal with feelings and move on from it?

Why can’t we be thankful for the life we have, the breath we breathe?

Let us PAUSE for a moment.

The breath that you have today is the same breath that someone’s soul is craving for.

The day that you are living in is the same day someone else was not permitted to see.

The experiences that you have experienced today are the same experiences somebody wished to see one last time before the plug was pulled.

Please, be grateful for your life and what it entails because everything that has breath must praise the Lord.

It is our praise to him that makes us more aware of our lives.

Someday Jun 2023

Till all the bad thoughts go away

You call, but the only answer is death -
Dripping from my fingers is the blood
You so badly wish I would shed.
You stand above me, towering,
Looking down at the mistake you made,
Then demand it tear another wound open,
For your bloodthirst can never be clenched.
How could it be when your calling is pain
And your mistake is too great to live and let live
And it has just the nails and just the skin
To tear into itself with unwavering guilt
And it knows all the reasons it has to die,
So eager it shall be to do so.

Even porcelain cannot break itself,
So you take into your own hands my fate
And you force my nails back into my wounds
So they may never truly heal.
You wish I would die to my own bloodied hands
So you don't have to wait until I bleed out,
But I beg for mercy to other gods
And leniently they provide it.
It's unfair for this wretched soul
To be allowed the air it wastes
When so many more worthy of it die -
It shall suffer for their loss in full.

Let my blood mark every moment
I suffer for all I've committed by being
Human - imperfect, flawed, inconsistent,
A birth of rights and wrongs alike.
May my wounds never heal to atone
For the sin of breathing the same poisoned air
All who live and die on this planet
Breathe, without exception, from sinner to saint.
May I be burned for seeking clarity,
May I be torn apart for wishing for peace,
May my every step lead further down the abyss
For wanting to be allowed my own thoughts.

If I die, will you be happy? Will that be enough?
Will that fulfill my side of the contract I never signed?
Is there anything that could ever be enough for you?
Can I ever be in enough pain for you to be satisfied?
How could I be when I continue to breathe
Despite your clear efforts in stopping me -
How could I rest as long as I'm alive
When every second I'm polluting this earth?

You glare unwaveringly as I shake with sobs -
I deserve the pain, I deserve the tears, I deserve it all,
I deserve for my thoughts to never quiet again,
I deserve to die and I deserve to suffer,
I deserve no mercy and I deserve no rest,
I don't get to have anything to make it hurt less.
Everything matters but what can be good,
Everyone matters who wants me dead -
He cannot heal me for fleeting moments
If you don't allow him to matter.
None of his words can be confirmation
If none of them are heard -
Not for a moment may I believe
Any part of me is forgiven.

I hope when I die, you suffer with me.
I hope in my last moment you feel panic.
I hope when I die, you feel my joy
Before you disappear at last to the abyss.
I hope when I die, it's only him on my mind,
I hope he holds me and tells me it's alright,
I hope I fall asleep in his arms my last time,
I hope he forgives me for letting go.

Written; 2023.jun.8., jun.11., jun.22., jun.23.

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