"lifter" poems
SNAKE
cold blooded adapter smooth in its capture, venomous to those caught in its rapture
CATERPILLAR
ultimate evolver unique in every state, to cocoon and assimilate into a new creature at such a fast rate
OX
lifter of the heavy, for the weak there are plenty, paver of new roads that bring prosperity to many
RABBIT
soft to the touch we all wanna pet usually are to fast for anyone to get
PIG
plentiful is the swine for weak is their mind created for slaughter what a sad lifetime
IGUANA
all I can think is Mexican radio a snake with legs smoking **** in 80's videos
OSTRICH
a bird who cannot fly makes me wonder why such a big bird won't even try
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DOMESTICATED
over time becoming content living in a situation not originally meant
OBEDIENT
submits to authority biding time as a follower till own goals become priority
GROWL
slow rumble from the soul an intimidating stare with a glow, with a Grrr! everyone will know
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
Straight Shooter
with No Chaser
Tell me
No Lies
Kind of
Communicator.
Pom Pom swinging
Rah Rah singing
From the front
Back
Or Side
Proudly Cheering.
Spirit Lifter
Mood Shifter
From low
To high
With
On time Laughter.
If things get crazy
Or someone comes against me
You got
My back
Quick
You're my one man army.
My Partner
My Friend
©Tina Thompson
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
I have a college degree,
no money,
an idea in my head,
and that is all I can see.
Make money, be happy,
made out to be,
the simplest thing.
But when dropped like a fish out of water,
into the so called social society,
without you I am a lifter with no spotter,
and the cure to my sobriety.
So let us see if I can swim to shore,
and get the breath of fresh water,
and you can be there like you swore,
to save me from the slaughter.
You will be my anchor to hold me under.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
Her hand rested slight
Upon the book she'd found
Her bag across her shoulder
She was waiting for the sound
Of the door alarm at the B & N
I mean after all it was
Fifty nine volumes
On how to build a bomb
Found none to soon
On a shelf at the B & N
Abandoned by her lover
After too many fights
That was five years ago
A lot of lonely nights
Casing the B & N
Screaming out loud
At rush hour on the train
Was not an option
Nor was *******
Snorted at the B & N
Finally people milling round
She quietly lifted the solution
To her ravaged heart
All fifty nine on revolution
S
l
i
p
p
e
d
Into her bag at the B & N
Head down and weighted down
She walked to the exit
Waiting for someone
No one to prevent it
Except security at the B & N
At last the perfect patsy
Alarm rang, the man froze
And our spurned lover
To the opportunity arose
Ran out of the B & N
Ran to the parking lot
Her VW bug
Opened the door
Threw in what she'd lugged
59 looted at the B & N
Key from the drink holder
In her shaking hand
er rhrh rhrh vah-room
Such a brazen plan
Perpetrated at the B & N
Her eyes glowed wicked
With rage and revenge
Someone would pay
All would attend
This crime hatched at the B & N
The deed was done
She clung to the wheel
The accelerator floored
The tires squealed
Away, away from the B & N
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
forever coded diaries since I found trust lost on her and him. I hate that the only people willing to listen to me are getting paid for it or beside me in purgatory. don't assume I'm being over-dramatic; I'm not saying my wounds hurt the most, but understand me: deal with half the **** I have & then walk a straight line again.
I am the one who dies a little every time I wake up & realize I'm exactly where I laid myself down. I am the one who breathes corrosion, feeds distortion, bathes in corruption. I straddle fences & hem and haw, biting nails & wraps arms around legs to hold self together. I am the one who cares so much I cannot care. I am the one that uses each breath to fuel my obsession with asphyxiation. I am the borders of the spectrum I see the symmetry in opposites, I pause on polarities. the Yes! Sure. Why Not? I am the moment & I wish that I wouldn't have to live in it. I am the lifter, the sorter & sifter of things my parents over looked or over turned.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
through the dresser draws
one had to ferret
in order to locate
the egg lifter
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
In second grade, we did an experiment with static electricity
We rubbed balloons on our heads,
& stuck them to walls
& kissing you is kinda like that
My hair stands on end,
I get shocked when I touch things
& I want to tell you stupid stuff like,
kissing you is a bundle of kittens
colliding with my face at .5 miles an hour
It's like being shot with a dart gun
made of hummingbirds
that shoots darts made of hummingbirds
& your lips are so soft,
I can't actually tell when we are touching,
like braiding hair underwater,
like napping under a blanket filled with rainbows & clouds,
& your favorite books
When you kiss me,
the cartoon devil & angel on my shoulder
climb into my ears,
like all of my neurons,
& start ******* on my brainsteam
If you were a 300 pound professional weight lifter
& if I were a Kia Sorento,
you could drag me anywhere
Kissing you is patient & impossibly slow,
like peeling paint off the wall with glittery stickers,
or cooking a turkey with a lighter
You remind me of the time in second grade
when Bethany Hopkirk
called me a freak face & stabbed me in the arm with a pencil
Cause kissing you is kinda like that,
unhealthy & will probably result in disfigurement
But baby, bring on the ****** scars & lead poisoning
Cause when you kiss me,
you are dangling me off a bridge by a belt
You are the screen door of my childhood,
all taste & swinging
So full of holes you could never keep anything in
You are every black eye,
you're a semitruck & I'm a turtle with two broken legs,
& a broken heart
You are illegal fireworks falling down stairs together,
driving on four flat tires,
playing frisbee at night with a saw blade
Kissing you is like falling out of a 37 story window,
exploding into a cloud of robins
& reappearing on the ground with my mouth full of feathers
& when I can't kiss you,
I try to find the static electricity in my apartment
I dig around in light sockets,
change lightbulbs with my teeth,
& make out with the toaster
& I know we've only been seeing eachother
for a couple of weeks,
But baby, when you kiss me,
I can't remember my middle name,
or which one is my left foot
So come over tonight
We'll shuffle around the apartment in our socks,
& we'll let our lips drift toward each other,
like tectonic plates made...
out of kittens
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
You helped me heft
My burdens
You shared in all my cares
You also heavy laden
Your own loads in which to bear.
You took me through
The Bible
Through the stormy seas
Of my misunderstandings
You helped me to ease
Through thick & thin
Supported me
A stalwart friend so true
I could n'er find another
More trustworthy than you!
As a supporter you excell
There to lend a hand
You garner no great glory
As by my side you stand.
You're the lifter of my arms
A background tune that sings
You're an inspiring backdrop
The wind beneith my wings.
Please know that I have
Great respect
For you are from above
I will ever cherish you...
You'll always be LOVED.
SøułSurvivør
(C) 11/5/2017
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
They wrote about you.
Named you Goddess and
Lifted you high above the
Imagined boundaries of your
Spirit and ***
No longer seeming as little as
You always felt. Well...
The rains came; you became
Umbrella.
Cinderella's indecisive cousin.
Wet now, and not in the
Good, hot way.
Workmen's sweat fresh from
Frustrated chests upon your ever
Forgiving back.
Heathens in the temple.
Berserkers in the
Cathedral.
Male pens, shovels and clamps
Made for grabbing and digging,
Holding up towards God's Skies
And proclaiming, not "Her,"
But: "Mine!"
I've seen it as it is.
Oh, I know. I've been a lifter.
Shoving goddesses into brick sized
Holes, praising the solid
Wall.
You deserve better. Take it from
Iron:
There is not enough
Gold in your
Life.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
Man. Circle the wagons and throw a log on the fire.
Gettin your cookies of in a Canvas schooner.
Caused. Lotta P E. comin sooner and sooner.
Lookin over your shoulder for the old scalp lifter.
Jump up buckle up gave her half a bone.
Didn't even get a chance ta moan and groan.
Pulem.to the side no time to for.4 play.
Get in where you fit in its my birthday by the way. ... wink.. nudge.
Leave the fire on low.
Be back in an hour ***
Maybe I can get you ta clean my gun.....no ?
Naw........
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
My heart is an Anchor.
A dead weight.
And a life lifter.
My mouth a funnel,
my throat the tunnel,
and my heart the core from which words irrigate.
My mind is the filter.
Some times nondescript I elicit words and rhymes explicit
about how my mind sits in a different dimension where words are living.
My heart is here anchored and grounded.
Sometimes I feel like earth-bonded solid mountain.
Sometimes I feel like a Soul punished and grounded.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
Been a
Small player a
Bit part actor
One of the cast
In an off Broadway play
Been a
Smart *** a
wit less loser
One of the bell
bottomed long hairs
Been a
Lover cast
Aside useless
broken a piece of
worthlessness
Been a
Powerless
Where is
my next meal
Coming from beggar
And I've
Made it here
Where I grasped
saw seen realized
it's never been
About me
So I have
Been a
lifter up a positive
Force in this seemingly
hopeless universe
Since.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
Love is a not war
But against ourselves,
A will changing
Passion lifter
Bone breaking
Hand scarring
Feet burning,
It has not much to do with the heart
As it slices our brain in half
And we love it
Like loony maniacs who never had a cookie in their lifetime.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
Library lifter
Came to my study
He made all precautions
Mom’s sleeping
Mind’s blowing
He’s stepping smoothly
Right into my precious hub
With fairly ***** intentions
He carries his box of instruments
With screwdrivers of all types
To turn my guts inside out
With spanners of all sizes
To tighten up my nuts
He’s sitting on my lap
Reading me my book
My favorite childish book
He’s putting me down
Into a deep slumber
With his sweet lullaby
My grave been prepped in advance
Somewhere down the street
Next to the Milky Way
Library lifter
Soul collector
Made a good job
Once again
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
They said,no avail
No better for you
Just because your life is hell
Or ,you are out of fuel.
The heavy words you lift
they have made you
A good craft lifter,
See now,you are painted bright colours
You never ever anticipated
You were dimmed like light
they wanted to see the darked
Side of you but you were the twilight
And the star in their lives
Now they have started
finger pointing see what you have become
You are now a recognized institution
To them, to the entire nations
Don't think its an image of imaginations
Their is a battle of incantations
They made in an absence of light
Before you,
or rather before me either before the nation
They said you're nothing
You can't do anything
Just see their tummies
Oh-oooh, they are now fries
Who were saying
Just quit and do something
Often they're now scared of you
Merely a single time
They never trusted you
Because you were looking same
No more shading tears,
You're a fully time grown up man
Continue changing the gears,
to reach were they never reached before."
"it only takes a step
things to get better in life. "
That was my daily quote for you I had.
They lied themselves,
because their eyes were bricking so fast,
the prediction of their colours turned brown to rust,
so they failed to test the sweetest so fast
they never ever thought
You will be honoured by the people of the nations.
"Remember,you have just set a light in their lives."
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC
I was never the most handsome thing to look at.
I never had nerves of steel or confidence of a God.
I never had the best financial situation.
Or the best hair.
I never had the physique of a male weight-lifter.
Or football player.
Or dancer.
Or even ping pong player.
I never knew how to capitalize on opportunities like other guys did.
I never knew how to stand comfortably in my own shoes.
I always seemed to mess up.
To botch my words.
Ruin the moment.
Poison the air with my disappointing appearance.
I never had my emotions figured out.
I never seemed to enjoy a day of happiness.
Because I was too far lost in sadness.
I lost my forest through the trees.
I never even had a forest.
I never had a place where seeds of hope could grow into trees of glory.
Where my legacy could live on forever.
Where my love could rejuvenate even the sickest of souls.
I never had an opportunity to show what my love really could do.
But I always had love to give.
Too bad I never had anyone in line who wanted to receive it.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
God's power works best in my weakness
God pours out himself by the holy spirit
my faith makes me whole in spirit, soul & body
I empty my mind of all thoughts except for the thought of God
God's infinite love and grace is what gives me life
i will give thanks to theLord for his mercy endures forever
every word of God is pure he is a shield that puts their trust in him
I am open to the wisdom and peace of God as he guides me in everything I do
the Lord is with me where ever I go
in God I trust & am no afraid
your help has made me great
I live by faith not by sight
The same love that God has for Jesus is in me
I am open to the healing power of the Lord
I waited patiently for the Lord & he heard my cry
a song of praise to our God
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his will stregthens my heart
you oh Lord am a shield above me and the lifter of my head
the Lord is near to the broken hearted
they that wait for the Lord shall renew their stregnth
I am gentle and lowly in heart you will find rest for your souls
the eternal God is the light that shines through the darkness
the Lord turns my darkness into light
the best thing to do right now is to put your faith in God
put your hope in God for I will yet praise him my God
be strong and take heart all you that trust in the Lord
I let go oof fear I let go of pain
praise be to the father of our Lord Jesus Christ
I am willing to be transformed by the renewing of my mind
humble yourselves therefore under God's mighty hand
have pity on me oh Lord
do not be anxious about anything let your requests be known onto God
I can experience the joy of authentic service through God
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I will praise ye oh Lord with all my heart comfort my spirit
the Lord God is in your midst the mighty one he will save
I surrender all my problems to God as he bares that burden for me
the Lord watches over you the Lord will keep you from all harm
the Lord will watch over your life
I put myself in God's hands
dry bones hear the word of the Lord
behold I will cause breath to enter you & you shall live
I ask for forgiveness from all I have wronged me
I never lose heart for God is caring for me
I choose a mind of faith case that is a way forward
Lord let your ear be attentive to this here your servant
I am redeemed each day I'm reborn a fresh
trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your understanding
faith shelters me in storms releases me from self absorption
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then they cried in the Lord in their troubles and saved them in their distress
the Lord is my strength and shield
praise the Lord my soul don't forget all his benefits
he crowns you with loving kindness
satisfies you in good things so your youth is renewed as the eagle
may God himself sanctifies you through & through
the grass withers and the flowers fall but the word of our God stands forever
your word is a lamp for my feet a light for my path
I have the anointing of Jesus through the power of the holy spirit
God's power works best in my weakness
God pours out his love into my heart by the holy spirit
my faith makes me whole in spirit, soul & body
I empty my mind from all thoughts except for the thought of God
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
That moment you know someone is doing bad
Eventually the caught up and might drag you into the drama.
In and out of the circle time and time again I honestly don't care to be involved anymore.
Most of the time it's yelling and arguing I don't have time for that!
I respect your way but its not the best way for me.
You might be pushing yourself because you want it but that has nothing to do with me ill encourage
It's up to you to get it done, my health goals are up and down! Yours go for a while then drop dead cold. Everyday I do something physical and productive.
Lift weights or take a jog to release anger and tension
I also enjoy writing it organizes my mind and gets thing set up so I could my plans into action
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
What should I do
when my heart
feels so heavy?
I am not much of
a weight lifter,
I do not know
how to raise it
from the ashes
and bring it back to life.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
It's been a while
I know
I remember
It's just that time flies so fast
And somehow I lost myself
And my bearings
And my visions
These days I wake up and I forget to pray
My thoughts immediately flying to all the things that need to be done
Problems that need to be solved
But in the midst of it
It became too much
So I ran
And now I'm back
I missed you
You were my source of release
The lifter of these burdens
Did you miss me?
Did you miss hearing me whine?
About every little thing?
Did you miss the way I would twist my words until they sang a deliberate melody?
I hope you did
Cause I missed you
And hopefully I'm back for good.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 6:17 PM UTC
a
Weight lifter
won a medal
for lifting 100 KG
came home
an intimacy on bed....
His wife
carried his body weight of
105 KG....
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
The actual advertisement in “Ireland’s Own” Men Seeking Women columns read as follows: "Lone farmer – Born on Christmas Day - solvent - Has traditional values - Seeks a hefty lady from 40 upwards - Photographs exchanged. Kilmacat, Limerick 00649280942"
A Christmas Card with photo arrives. The farmer gets a call...
Hefty Lady: Happy Birthday!
What are your cows like?
Farmer: Funny you should ask -
they are known as laughing stock.
Unable to produce young. Anti-bull.
HL: Can you promise there will no
secrets between us?
F: Can’t say for sure.
The potatoes have eyes,
the corn has ears.
HL: My photo makes me
look like the Venus de Milo.
F: I noticed. You've got no arms.
You won't do. I need a heavy lifter.
HL: My arms are out of
the photo because I’m lifting..
F: What weight are
you lifting?
HL: 128 kilos -
Kleen & ****** –
world record.
F: Is that the name
of a tractor?
HL: Nien!
F: What’s your name?
HL: Bertha Eva Tunne.
Farmer: I want to see your calves.
Hefty Lady: I will bring them with me.
Farmer: Happy Christmas!
The plane tickets are in the post.
Tobias
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
I.
The gleaming moon shined light
Emits bright luminesce, Paul holding his breath.
Floats over the hills
Valleys and streams, shadow of doubts.
Count it, another star rises!
And falls burning.
He wonders about the lantern of faith,
hides an omen of a stormy night
II.
Of those star turbulences of tragedy
Of these days passed with no respite
He lifted the lantern, his soul withstood.
He pondered on a one-way path
Confused but never scared, Listen－
the mountains echoed
III.
A lantern luminates its own soul
and
you are my light, Paul mumbles,
Absorbing all sparkles， Look
over folk lore, they glow.
Glittery magic, under a mellow hill
He lifted the lantern, a full moon
the faith and fairies bestow
04/July/2020
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
You have this little sigh you do.
When something is bothering you.
In the exhale there is weight.
All I want to do is take the load off of you.
That was one of the first times I realized I loved you.
I was getting stronger, but not for myself.
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 8:22 PM UTC
Elbow-deep in *****
Got nothing to lose.
An offer from hell;
I couldn’t refuse.
My brain’s out of happy chemicals;
A lifter with broken clavicles.
The air’s too thick, I can’t breathe;
Choked up by smoke and rage as it seethes.
The betrayal of our generation,
Born into destructive condemnation.
Born with a noose, tightly coiled round our necks,
Evil let loose, like a curse from a hex.
Stumbling into adulthood, dazed and confused.
Lesson number one -
If you’ve got a conscience, best leave it unused.
Binge-drinking, to refrain us from thinking.
A ship that’s sinking, eyes that are blinking,
Frantically keeping up with tear ducts,
But hey, at least you still feel something!
This heart has been seared, shut.
In fact, tears don’t fall down these cheeks, no more.
Crystallised pain; time to settle the score.
Time to take aim on those who came before,
Those who left us wastelands, a world forlorn.
No time to unwind, to let one’s guard down.
We must take back our homes, our streets, our towns,
It’s time to hang, draw and quarter these clowns.
Comrades, born with a guillotine over your head;
Step away from the edge towards which you’re being led,
Let us stop living like we’re the living dead.
Or, at least, let us die trying.
Like lifeless husks, slowly drying.
Our dreams, slowly fading away;
Scraping the bottom of the barrel,
Hoping to make it through the day.
___________________
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 5:04 AM UTC