"lien" poems
A pearl mansion, three stories tall
Soaring on a halcyon hill.
A stretched view to read the world.
A throne with riches to fill.
The comfort of a swain.
But carnality in silence
An everlasting reserve of cake.
A bottomless appetite in defiance.
A quail in a cage, the keys in her hand.
To pluck the plume languidly.
A daffodil to determine fate:
“I love him. I love him not.”
To spoil their fly,
To reap their fall.
Their loyalty hazily sewn
In grounds of her royal hall.
Heels encased in crystals of tears.
To lien their names
And shine her shoes
Perched high on a golden bluff.
To shutter her windows
On cloudy days.
To be a star in the night
Despite the moon’s wane.
Eternal seasons of the self.
To watch feathers move
Without the burden of wind.
The quietude of stillness but to fill the void.
To reign solely as a dreary majesty.
To kiss and then walk astray.
Or perhaps earnest denial
To pacify the pain.
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 11:07 AM UTC
I have the spirit of a champion
with the heart of a lion
idk why you can't speak truth
why you gotta keep lien
my wings are unseen but I believe I am flying
inspiration through deep observation I'm on the rode to success I jus gotta be patient
I want true love from a women not jus a quick ****** relation
I'm talking deep intimate *** with hella Penetration's
but an average man deserves an average chick
I believe I'm superb that's why I don't have no chick
kuz most of these girls are used to average **** that's quick and hella ready to jump ship.
I man enough to say I want to cuddle and ****
I want the long walks talking about absolute non sense
I don't wanna spend money see I wanna spend time and let mine and your life fall heavily in line
But nowadays you women don't deserve it
you think I was put on this earth to be your servant
No your my equal my whole other half and if you think
I'm bout to lay back and let you run all over my *** that used to be me but I left him the past where I will leave your ***
kuz just like you deserve love and want to be treated with respect don't think
I don't deserve the same just kuz I'm a man!
I am a champion and a champion deserves a champion!
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
Nous etions, en cet instant, prisonniers du bonheur.
Heritiers de cette douce mais, o combien lourde, ferveur
Brulant sous cette peau vernie de sueur, de sable et de sel,
Portes, en princes sous les ficelles des tisseuses de ciel.
Nous regardions le gris a nous ecorcher les yeux,
Aimant de la passion infidele du zenith bleu
Le vide encombrant de nos plus incroyables espoirs
Et le remou sans debut ni fin de nouvelles memoires.
Nous les connaissions, ces esprits, vagabonds des mers
Chassant, au milieu des vagues ces humeurs incidencieres,
Celles la meme qui jadis se prenommaient “reves d’enfance”
Et qui depuis de sont transformes en dependence.
Nous les connaissions, et meme si la nature de ce lien
M’est masque par un sacerdoce qui ne sera jamais mien,
Elle me dicte toujours chaque contour de leur lames grises
Qui de cet air sec et fier sont tragiquement eprises
Nous etions, en cet instant prisonniers de beaute,
Celle la meme qui voit nos poumons dechiquetes
A vouloir engouffrer ce monde entier sous nos pores
Que demain a travers ces lettres je puisse a nouveau le voir.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Fareweel to a’ our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel ev’n to the Scottish name,
Sae famed in martial story!
Now Sark rins over Solway sands,
And Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England’s province stands—
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
What force or guile could not subdue
Thro’ many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitor’s wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour’s station;
But English gold has been our bane—
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
O, would or I had seen the day
That treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lien in clay
Wi’ Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour,
I’ll mak this declaration:
We’re bought and sold for English gold—
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
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Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
I wonder what makes up the landlord’s heart
For it is merciless, capricious and poisonous in fibre
It manufactures terror like a Chinese toy factory
For only to be administered where none is needed,
Most selfish and mightily crafty in primal setup
It is the heart of the landlord all over world
It derives pleasure from agony of the tenants
It is maximally sadistic to no match of creation,
It derives joy from harms like rent hike
And terrible evils as lien on beggar’s property
Where misfortune of tenant brews such all
The wine of the land is the blood of the poor
Cursed be the womb which sired the landlord
And yes be it the milieu that nurtured him
For they gave the world a gnome of generations
Feeding on human sweat like vampire of vampires.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
You hit. A flopped an fit lien to then bgs. .,. S€€
You knew. That wingding sis my tots fav font you know this
,,.h so you're is Tia dim a frog
And this frig lies till I lie in ab oboe
I'm a g I'm. P and and op g
So I'd you want to fight me I just might *** Yee
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
I heard someone whisper "he's such an arrogant ***** as I entered.
Those crooked sons of ******* don't have any idea,
I'm the kind you hardly ever come across except in winters,
when all the street rats are begging for heat.
I command attention at the head of the table,
I am the head of the table,
and sever the head to **** the municipal body.
The wigs and robes and gavels I accessorize command it too.
When I sign things I do it haughtily,
I carefully etch each and every ********* letter onto writs of demand.
I stand!
A hush lingers,
I catch the eyes of Walter Weiss, he lies with every breath
and did you know he is unfaithful to his wife? I heard.
the shudders are shut, my druthers. Oh, Walter!
notarize my forms of annexation, please.
and take down this:
To whom it may concern:
You have 7 days to remove yourself from the premises
as you are aware of the edict that preexists
and preempts your residence
and your squalor misrepresents
your laziness.
Signed: The holding powers, in eminence.
Oh Walter Weiss, address it to yourself!
I pride myself on tact.
And package with the writ this evidence form
sent to my office following a secret examination
conducted by the Department of Residential Safety and Heath.
Do not bother me with demoralizations, Walter!
Due to discourse with the Act of Discontinuation,
(which of course is subject to broad generalizations)
the lien sector of the Savings and Loan Association
have concluded you are found in violation of, through reasoning by generalization,
failing to pay duties on your mortgage issued by the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation.
Oh, Walter, how distressing!
Don't falter, acquiescing
is always the way.
Just never, ever forget to pay.
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 4:43 PM UTC
Her walls go higher than any ceiling
To build them so high she paid a killing
She gave up her soul
Her heart... Her whole
Being
See she was seeing
Every man as being one
The one that did her wrong
And now shes contempt with being alone
Her walls arn't made of bricks
Because those need to be fixed
Hers are made of blood and tears
From all the pain that she felt for years
So how do you tear them walls down
When theres no foundation and no ground
Maybe it's simple
First you got to understand her mental
She needs a friend not a lover
Not for you to kiss her but to hold her
Tell her that you love her till she believe you
Her walls will only fall if u put in the time
Only if you come true and quit all the lien
Only than will her walss fall
Mentaly and Physically she'll give you her all
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 5:18 PM UTC
Buying tomorrow
one day at a time
Each moment invested
in freedom sublime
The future remortgaged
all lien holders paid
The past earning interest
—on fortune today
(The New Room: July, 2023)
Jul 12, 2023
Jul 12, 2023 at 9:10 AM UTC
Les âmes, c'est comme les plantes
Elles ont besoin de soleil et d'eau.
Le premier les nourrit de lumière
Et l'autre de minéraux.
Certaines âmes sont comme des images
De la pure lumière sur du papier glacé.
Elles ont perdu leur lien à la terre
Et risque bientôt de se fâner.
Aussi, comme un bouquet sur une toile flamande
Les âmes sèches nous rappellent tristement la mort
Et bientôt nous vident de nos minéraux.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
These lines are ley lines,
magnetic
like land mines.
To find my way I
must follow the ley line
finding the right time on
which I have no lien.
An ocean of webs,
what fun
the tide ebbs to
uncover the shore and
more
ley lines.
How fluid the Druid who
seeps out of time
like a mercury trail on
the magnetic
ley line.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
My inner machinations dwell where fear churns the night ..
As the uncertainty of my next breath weighs heavy upon my mind ..
Where panic eclipses educated thought , the voice of reason battered , left for dead amongst the jagged rocks ...
The second of sheer terror at the thought of public engagement , the quickness of my chest wrapped in the claws of depression ...
The child forever trapped in mature armor , hands that tremor , disguised in solemn mien , a devilish lien placed against my dignity , the fog that obscures my mortal objectivity ..
Bound in rusted chains , seized in vexed emotion .. Life unreal ..
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
Femme Terre
Larmes de pluie
Aux creux des soleils
Goutte de sang
Rosées nocturnes
Baignées par la lune
Femme Ether
Etat d'Etre
Rayonnement
Intérieur
Vers le Sacré
Femme Argile
Fil
tendu vers l'Infini
Lien intime
connexion subtile
Funambule en équilibre
Au dessus de l'Univers
caro royer
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
Tristesse amère
Ne peut crier :
Pourtant, ma mère,
Je veux prier.
Là-haut peut-être
On m'entendra ;
Qui m'a fait naître
Me soutiendra.
James qui m'aime
Va me quitter ;
Cette nuit même
Doit l'emporter.
Le temps est sombre,
Et sur les flots
Voyez-vous l'ombre
Des matelots ?
Dans leur nacelle
Il s'engagea ;
C'est encor celle
Qui naufragea !
On tend la voile ;
Ô désespoir !
Pas une étoile
Pour l'entrevoir.
A la chapelle,
Avant le jour,
Un vœu m'appelle,
Un vœu d'amour.
Il doit m'attendre ;
J'y porte encor
Un baiser tendre,
Un anneau d'or.
Don de mon père,
C'est le dernier :
Qu'il soit prospère
Au marinier !
C'est le symbole
De mon lien ;
Pour mon idole
Je n'ai plus rien.
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Birth certificate to
Death certificate
Social Security number
Bank accounts
Student loans
Car after car loans
Marriage certificate
Mortgage lien
Title owners with
Spouse and now
Once a son but still
Much, much more
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC
Seven trees with flowing winds
Leafs free in rooms to sky
With its known roots and kind widths
Making its own will reply
Several plans in twiggy stair
In cause to his own seeds
How i lien to thyself so fair
Asking horizon for more deeds
To connect ways to climb
Sheer growth in veins to wins
By grasp the matter clime
Leer faith into green dins
Flexures to its first leaf
A seer , round and huge
Intimate bond to evergreen deaf
Connate spirit to age & use
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 5:54 AM UTC
He continues the journey without you,
just being he finds no use in being.
I'm sure Nietzsche could teach me to progress,
but Freud has a line on me, a lien for me to see
him.
They tell me business is booming
in a backroom in Bermondsey
I go South and then I am sure
that
the rich do get richer and the poor
just so.
Mean streets make erstwhile friends
and
where ends become commonplace
chalked outlines
a tear filled face
friends are all that we need.
And of course mad Rasputin
was the one who put the
boot in,
but then
we always knew that he would.
bring back biology
*** in the dormitories
frogs to dissect
and learn all about babies.
( those four lines come courtesy
of a secondary modern
in a Victorian building
with delusions of grandeur)
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
I drowned my soul in Coke and ***
Just ‘cause I cant stand what the hell I’ve Done.
Ya see mother ******* like me are just plain Crazy,
Kinda like a German **** or Japanese Kamikaze.
***** dudes don’t understand what kinda **** im On,
But by the time they find out I havem’ hung in a tree at the crack of Dawn.
Then the next night I pullem’ down,
Choppem’ up from there neck to the ground,
Then I feast on there body like a Cannibal,
And I release the power of Mr. Hannibal.
It feels so good to let this Out,
Never forget to live life to the fullest and never leave any Dought.
‘Cause once a mother ****** calls you Out,
Grab them by the neck and snap it in two,
Before you turn around and he does it to you..
And I’m not lien…
I’ll burry you 6feet deep and alive
But slowly Dien, with your whole family Cryin’..
I’m gonna slow it down right here,
‘Cause I know ya ears can barely stand to hear,
What I’m Sayin.
But by the time I hit the end of this verse,
You’ll think my **** name is Satan!
And don’t test me boy ‘Cause you already know I’m not Playin'
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC
I am here even though I should
not, I watch what happens around
and it sickens me the thought of a
society of one people but treated as not.
I see in there eyes the fear of being
caught the chance of a better life from
where they lived, where for reasons
they didnt, i do not know what.
Is this what I am expecting to see,
for if i made myself known, would
i fear those because I am not from
around here. That I look different
to you, who would be feared, you
to me or me to those that see with
only eyes closed shut, instead of
seeing the real me.
I have seen what I needed, this is not the
place for me. I will take my leave maybe
when this culture has grow to respect
difference, to embrace things that they
dont usually see, then back to this planet
I may come for I am an illegal lien and
you are not ready me.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 8:12 AM UTC
and i too till my sorrows rather than drown them,
of what i drown i leave unto schnauzers
chessboarder sidewinding interacted with,
and of what i remain i leave into
cleaning-up furr ***** of cats drunk and remaining
truth-riddled of my mother with clean
ingredients used for feast,
that i might come with tears of joy with less
proof of coming from *et eä'rello,
en'do'h're'nn'a(h) utú'lien
sinomé m(eh'am)aruwan
ar hear (d')ildinyār,
tenn amba'r (mēh)
hē ('eh) tāh*
that is aragorn's crowning song of peace upon the crown
if no peace serve the head, of the king, that it might
serve for the crown to serve the king rather than
the king serve the crown in order to simply posture
kingship; as does bob marley's redemption song bring tear
a hope of autumn of fallen leaf among the tears
that i have enough of to write a poem, and not a novel
and not use the pronouns into a lesser lodging of squirrel
or bear in what's comfort to suit hibernation
with specified characters using up a narrator's strength
of character weakness when poets could enter and surprise;
then what weaknesses are there in poetry
if fiction ought be championed and poetry discarded
if the narrator in fiction is stronger than all the characters mentioned -
or a character be cheated as a narrator in order to grasp the bias?
so dear child, do not try to endear filling in me a worth of beauty
as if a worth of will, for my will be a cavity only filled
by beauty that claims no innonce as yours thus expressed...
and in my will i cannot claim beauty as the innocence you
prophesy with falsely - since that flower of your sacred body
will be deflaoured by the noon spoken of
and in season fade and fading embody brown and wrinkle - then
long gone your christ too - unless you be the slave owner
membrane oozing priests into existence with thieves.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
Allez en paix, mon cher tourment,
Vous m'avez assez alarmée,
Assez émue, assez charmée...
Allez au **** mon cher tourment,
Hélas ! mon invisible aimant !
Votre nom seul suffira bien
Pour me retenir asservie ;
Il est alentour de ma vie
Roulé comme un ardent lien :
Ce nom vous remplacera bien.
Ah ! je crois que sans le savoir
J'ai fait un malheur sur la terre ;
Et vous, mon juge involontaire,
Vous êtes donc venu me voir
Pour me punir, sans le savoir ?
D'abord ce fut musique et feu,
Rires d'enfants, danses rêvées ;
Puis les larmes sont arrivées
Avec les peurs, les nuits de feu...
Adieu danses, musique et jeu !
Sauvez-vous par le beau chemin
Où plane l'hirondelle heureuse :
C'est la poésie amoureuse :
Pour ne pas la perdre en chemin
De mon coeur ôtez votre main.
Dans votre prière tout bas,
Le soir, laissez entrer mes larmes ;
Contre vous elles n'ont point d'armes.
Dans vos discours n'en parlez pas !
Devant Dieu pensez-y tout bas.
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Come in please it's free
come sit chat with me
let's chew over the fat
put right this
put right that
come in please no fee
that's right it is free
no strings,violins,
just a lien on your time
come in please and be
one more friend of mine.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
La Famille est Sacré
Elle est comme Sacrifié sur un Autel
Pour elle on est prêt à faire des Sacrifices, Subir mille et un Supplices.
La Famille c'est tout qu'on a de plus précieux au monde .
Un circle :
Ou ont se sert les coudes
Ou ont se sert de remparts les uns pour les autres.
Ou on peut pleurer et exprimez ses faiblesses , et recevoir l'aide.
La Famille c'est l'unité la plus compacte et la plus élémentaire d'une société,
la famille c'est pas seulement le sang ,
c'est la communauté des frères en Christ.
Ce sont des connaissances des vrais ami(e)s demi d'hypocrisie.
Les lien Familiaux :
Eux ils sont Étanches et leur particularité : Éternelle
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC