"lite" poems
Pick yourself up and dust off your shoulders
because you're a soldier and have no time to rest.
You can't escape this life because you sold your soul for this
and in the next year, you'll be buried right under your feet, six feet deep.
Will it be your hell?
Tied up alone surrounded by nothing but chains
for years and years.
Calling out to empty shadows and swallowing dust over these times.
Will it be your heaven?
In the summer of ninety-six
with the night lite up with fireworks on the fourth.
Chasing the sparks because you're a child again.
Pick your feet up and march to the drums of your family.
You promised to always protect your family
and this is all you know to do.
Giving up your life for your brother's
is what you were trained to do.
Your heart is weak but warm.
But you will not be needing it for long.
You find peace in the night
but always keep a candle lit,
to keep an eye on your brother
because he is all there is.
Things can't be rewritten or reversed.
You've just got a confused mind
and acted out of grief.
But you're always able to rewind to the night
a bullet took your brother.
These lifeforms made a deal for you, that they knew you'd take.
They could care less about your feelings.
They could **** without warning,
but you trust them with your brother's life on this one.
So now you stand a man with a deal to die
but it's all worth it because now your brother can live.
Selling your life so he can have his back was the best birthday present
you could give.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
Little green frog
A little green frog is trying to catch my eye!
A little green frog is trying catch my eye!
It’s a tadpole-lite; it's lily lies,
It's sticky poison and feminine whiles,
A little green frog is trying to catch my eye!
Hoppity, hoppity, hoppity!)))))))
A little green frog is trying to catch my ear!
A little green frog is trying to catch my ear!
It's mouth is full of lies and it's belly's full of flies.
A little green frog trying to catch my ear!
Hoppity, hoppity, hoppity!)))))))
A little green frog is trying to catch my boat!
A little green frog is trying to catch my boat!
it's got to knock knees, and two bent legs,
A plastic smile and a crazy head,
A little green frog is trying to catch my boat.
It's up and down all night long;
splashing about in the water,
A little green frog's still tryin' to catch my ...
A little green frog's still tryin' to catch my...
A little green frog's tryin' to catch my boat!
Bless her soul.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
Inside of us you should always reign
with poetry given the main game
the lamenting heart of a stars heart
like chorus in a distant land
echoing through your star lite chamber
Compassionate parts of poetry of tomorrow...
Capable of infinite sorrow
expressive eyes that see
such kindness
as much as me...
To be special in an indifferent world
makes no difference in your million years
In the mire of your worlds
you hang on to every syllable
when hurt comes in shades
you write and weep in your poetry...
A poet's life, not understood
many shake their heads and go
as each poet's days on paper are born
carrying a message to another's day
the immortal message maker of beauty
fires the souls of God's art, that cries for me...
Through my poetry my heart has grown
contacts are many that share their life
seek their poetry through each strife
sweet to all our visions giving air of love
surrounded by a blazing sphere of sweet doves ..
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
Stand close to me
I want to remember us
right here
right now
in that dress you’re wearing
in this light
or with a filter
ya, probably with a filter
we will immortalize this moment
in digital eternity
put ourselves in the back pockets
of all our friends
let them see us
we will become stars tonight
and though the skies are full these days
of lite-brite impersonations
I’m certain we will burn into forevers
I haven’t really noticed where we are
let the world fit itself into the top two corners
of our rectangular existence
like it matters anyway
I need to remember us
tomorrow you won’t be here
we won’t be here
wherever here happens to be
tomorrow I will hear myself again
with those lonely songs and cold hands
of an all-too-present reality
I need you to stand close to me
if I look back and see the world in between us
it will look too much like the truth I’m avoiding
tomorrow I will need to convince myself I’m living
and this will be my arm-length testament
there was a time and a place when we were smiling
pushed close together behind nostalgia inducing filters
if we can look convincing tonight
dress ourselves in starlight
block out the world behind us
maybe tomorrow I’ll believe it
shout your picture into my hollows
before the lonesome deepens
I need you in my back pocket
for those days my lonely soul gets wordy
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
I commit myself to the homicide
of my thought-flowers.
I indulge in the **** -
Killing my darlings
for the sake of art and sanity.
What a paradox.
I have bloodied my hands
with it even so.
No more love-lite poetry!
No more adolescent chinks of the
pseudo-heart!
No more infantile fork-stabs
at the plate of kid-intellectualism!
No more Wikipedia pages
on thoughts
that can swallow computers
whole!
I'm killing my darlings
for the sake of art,
for the sake of sanity -
what a paradox.
Blood is flowing.
I'm a murderer of ideas tonight -
today I will write
about many of life's very few truths.
Like trees.
Like soil.
These are the only constants in mathematics.
These are the identities.
In my garden, I reach out
to crush an
almost-crimson hibiscus.
Petals squelching with skin and nectar -
no perfume.
The hibiscus roils, unliving.
Red pulpy mess;
heart out of chest.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
Put out a cigarette.
Lite a new one.
Take a shower.
Drink some coffee.
Quick brush of the teeth.
This is how John Carpenter starts his day.
Start the truck.
Lite a cigarette.
Drive.
Drive.
Lite a new cigarette.
Drive.
This is how John Carpenter goes to work.
Check in with the boss.
Sit down at typewriter.
Lite a cigarette.
Think.
Type.
Type.
Lite a cigarette.
Type.
Type.
Lite a cigarette.
Type.
Type.
Type.
Think.
Stretch.
Lite a cigarette.
Type.
This is how John Carpenter spend the first hour at work.
Repeat seven times.
Check out with boss.
Start the truck.
Lite a cigarette.
Drive.
Drive.
Lite another cigarette.
Drive.
This is how John Carpenter drives home.
Take off his coat.
Lite a cigarette.
Feed the dog.
Cook a steak.
Drink a beer.
Eat the steak.
Drink another beer.
Lite a cigarette.
Watch the ballgame.
Lite another cigarette.
Lite four or five more throughout the game.
Quick brush of the teeth.
Lite a cigarette.
Read.
Read.
Read.
Lite another.
Read.
Read.
Drink some brandy.
Fall asleep.
This is how John Carpenter spends his evening.
Repeat all of this 7,304 times.
This is how John Carpenter spends his life.
And when he has smoked enough cigarettes for a lifetime
and read enough for a life time
and eaten enough steak
and drank enough brandy and beer
and written enough novels
for a lifetime
he will die.
And only Mary Stein will miss him.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
*she said
being a feminist
i have forsaken the temples of normalcy
for dark gratifications and base seduction
and discovered that those who know the pleasures
of objectification
and frenzied ****** lucidity with strangers
are wiser then the children of sweetness and light
as marriage betrays the need to satisfy
secret dark labyrinths desire
and in its place
repeats ad nauseum
blunt fortitudes
in dim sunless rooms
for fear of the transgressive
satans *** nail
is conventions essential creed
exhaustions hand maid
rendered imagine-less
bereft of the new
until a mere stand in
for true desire is left
like a starved ghost
on a dead moon
a desiccated morsel
left for a hungry mouse
is romantic marriage a poetic conception
by love starved victorian imbeciles
vanquished in increments
by petty spats of blood and thunder
who know not the joys of the whips blood toothed kisses
purgation's brutal sensuality
and a creel
of ramming butter **** gang bangs
in secret fetish gardens
of cries and coos
that leave the *** wilted
and the soul lite
like a butterfly in heaven
slave girl asks
as hips sway
to sacred dionysian storms
in the smoldering pangs
of the heart
as backs writhe and arch
flex and sweat rhapsodic
and viscera panic with desire
are not such delicious degradations
pleasures ravage despicable
cause for an ecstatic celebration
kindling
fiery vapors incense
en-flamed dragons blood
for drooling kisses
that talk in tongues
in a language that everyone understands
infinitly preferred
over the rolling eyes of disapproval
in the tepid marriage bed*
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
The heat of our moment
lite a flame
that can never be distinguished
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC
there was a little octopus the poor chap had the blues
he found it very hard when he was buying shoes
with so many legs shopping was a curse
and no shoes to buy this it made him worse
with four legs of left and four legs right
no one had the shoes the poor lite mite
so he had some made at the local cobbler store
making shoes for eight feet he had never done before
he made the shoes to fit made them very neat
made them made to measure for fit his little feet
octopus was happy now he had his shoes
he began to smile again and took away the blues
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
A softly lit
Candle burns
Glowing
Dim
&
Bright
As the cool wind
Sweeps
Through a lonely night
Who will keep
This lite alive?
Will we silently
Watch
Its dance
Of strife
Thrashing
Violently
In the whispers
Of the breeze
This fire of mine
Is brought
To its knees
Flickering
Hot
&
Cold
With grace
And ease
Its beauty shines
As the fire
Screams
And I think
This flame
Is more
Than it seems
In the eye
Of the storm
As we flicker
In the breeze
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
I am the soft silent sight
nestled in a tree gently
holding hands with emotion.
Together like lovers we intimately
sit with an invisible touch.
Our eyes penetrating darkness
we govern like a loving mother
or angelic force like Mother Teresa.
A shiny moon polishing
a silvery heart cooled
by a vast ocean.
I always fly quietly as I bring
a gentleness into darkness.
Tucking the night up with
the softest quilt, through a pane
of glass in a near by wood you
hear me calling.
I give a rod of stability eternal sight
seen it all before will see it again.
As we hang softly like the moon
in the sky or an Owl in the tree.
I lift people through their night
I carry them with my sight a
tractor beam of light.
As you feel my presence like a
million hands that softly
penetrate.
All holding torches you are
lite like a child who's mother
has come back.
Scooping you up your
darkness falls on
entering my Owls sight.
I am the light that always
surrounds the night .
I am the ever expanding vision
the tide that never turns but
just keeps on rising.
I grow with a bursting force
of an ever expanding universe
as I stretch my eyes they keep
on reaching.
I am the ancient eye placed high
above always unstirred but
filled with feeling.
Like the white of an eye surrounding
a pupil I am the army who circles
around the darkness.
I am the reflection of the velvet
moon sitting on the ocean
threading itself throughout
your being.
Those caught within my sight
will feel a thousand tiny bubbles
of bright light.
Gandolf the white explores
your caves holding his
wisdom stick and lantern.
Unlocking your hidden emotion
giving you magic fighting
of your demon.
I will conquer hell fire with
a gentle trickle finding my path
like a mountain stream passing.
But when I open my heart my wings
the devil will shudder because I hold a
power like the pacific ocean.
So much protection we can find
at night within the Owls sight.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
I know you hear me so listen close.
Its what you think that matters most.
We can boast about these post.
Without these dreams,
It seems,
we lose what matters most.
These schemes,
playing us against our hopes.
Got us
Up against the ropes,
thoughts up in smoke.
Just when I lost all hope,
my mirror image inspired hope.
Getting high off myself, like a rope a dope.
success getting me stressed,
my life's a mess, I must confess. The more I make, the less a progress. These haters love you with all this disrespect. Catching writers block in the winners circle, got me scares to death. The critics taking hits below the belt, and my paychecks pay the dept. The fans turn against me, kept my cool, by holding my breath. These bills piling up, spent my whole life savings, there's no saving my savings. Keep praying to god, but I'm still waiting. Life has its up and downs. I just wish it would make up its mind, this shaky ground makes for lite sleeping. I can't even sleep in on the weekend.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
I'll be your raindrop
if you'll be my window pane
or
I'll be your wet blouse
if you're caught in the rain
Be my asylum and
I'll be your criminally insane
and
I'll be your stock options
if you'll be my net gain
If you were my trap
I'd cordially be your reeking dead mouse
or
I could be your wrap-a-round porch
if you'd be my creeking old house
I'll be your idiot
if you'll be my quick thinker
and
You can be my Bud Lite,
I'll be your binge drinker
I'll be your loser
you can be my laughing hyena
or
You can be my cougar
and I'll gladly be your half-dead zebra
Be my ****** predator
I will be your self-defense class
or
I'll be your censorship and
you can just be your own **** ***
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 11:08 AM UTC
The Garden Buddha
sits
between
the
Rosemary, Dahlia and Boronia
fragrances in the breeze
Welcoming Accepting
the sun, the rain,
the star lite night sky
fierce frozen mornings
the snow when it comes,
the spiders, the slugs, the mosquitoes, the flies
Garden Buddha
quarter smile
whether or not
I sit beside him,
Unattached to all he sees
a study in the 7 Dharmas.
The Garden Buddha
being is all he knows.
While I worry
about this and that
fearful thoughts in the days and nights
all attached
to
love and loss,
fears and triumphs
births and debts,
what people think
will poems trend
whether there is food on the table
whether work will extend
whether or not I am part of the latest fashion trend.
The Garden Buddha
doesn't care or not care
about any of those things
his eyes
never waver
they always look inside out
outside in.
The Garden Buddha
stone of course
his smile
never goes away.
In the end, though,
nature will always have the last say
I can accept it
or not
Be filled with longing
suffering or accepting
life on life's terms
The Garden Buddha
will be here
long after
my last
dying day.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
Our Love Shines Like A Diamond
In the night
your Love shine bright like a diamond
Whose herds with milk
whose fields with bread
with the sight of Your light that
shines so bright
Your Love shines a cross the
Mediterranean Sea with summers breeze
the moon glistens over the sea
I choose to be happy and that is when
I found you in June
with you in my life I am on high
You and I this Love will always shine
We're like diamonds in the midnight sky
flying on high for others too see
what true Love brings
too see we are running free
The knowledge I see in your eyes is an ample
Your Love holds me keeps me clean
You're a shooting star of ecstasy
that runs right into me
you are that star that my heart needs
When you hold me
my world starts to comes alive
for the first time
You given me a reason to keep on living
We're like diamonds in the sky
sing our Love on high
in that big beautiful sky
Your Love to me is like one of a kind
You light my heart like a burning star
beaming from far right to my heart
in the night sky we will fly
Your Love is like a dream
A dream that came true
In times of my Life it was hard to find
Mr Right
Your Life
your love takes me places I never been
I never seen or been only in dreams
Your Love is the applause to my heart
I knew that we'd become one
right from the start
I felt the energy of your words
lite of my soul like the sun rays
I saw my life changing
when you came in it
inside your eyes I seen me
The knowledge You given me
given me strength to believe in Love
Your Love shot a spark right in my heart
like a blaze that hit so deep within me
This Love is beautiful
It's like diamonds in the sky
Singing love song on high
just for you and I
You are the noble one of my heart
I was froze lost at sea but you saved me.
Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
*find the matches,
lite the candle,
meditate,
nothing,*
*turned the lights off,
tried again,
nothing,
closed my eyes,
tried again,
nothing,*
*Grab the candle,
hold it in both hands because Fire safety 101,
double check to make sure your water bottle is close by*
(incase you can't handle the heat),
*be a boss and hold the flame with one hand,
now play with rubber bands, *
meditate again,*
nothing,
*look to check if your water bottle is still there,
slide rubber band around the center,*
Drink,
Try again for the heck of it,
**Focus on the ******* flame,**
nothing happens again,
breath in,
now breath out,
**** It,
you blew the candle out,**
now your darkness fills the room,
**but u breath,
and u meditate,
and nothing is something,
and things work,
and u feel as if u lit the candle again,**
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
Earthen formed, as clay, my bodhi,
Deeba, with inner wick always lite,
Oli, light of Thee light, sits.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
You are more refreshing then a tall cold glass of milk.
You are more refreshing then rain after a heat wave.
You are more refreshing then a warm breeze in springtime.
You are so refreshing, your love light up my heart.
You are the cool breeze , during a hot steamy night.
You are the air that I breathe, the water that washes over me.
You are sun that warms my back, the moon that lite my way.
You are the source of everything, you are the source of my life force.
For you are Christ , my Savior and my God you are everything to me.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
Everything's alright, I say
in my most reassuring tone.
Then I let go of her hand
and look out the window
of the 24 hour diner
A deserted street,
an empty parking lot,
rows of gas pumps,
and a red neon sign,
Miller Lite
She shakes her head
says in the slightest voice
Happiness is a solitude, a mountain top
once you reach there
nowhere to go, but to descend
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
i like to kick the autumn leaves
they crample neath my shoes
as i take a drag on my Marlboro lite.
I'm that brazen girl with a with beige jacket
and fanfair of lovers names unrequited.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
try, try, try once more
you can't be perfect but don't be a bore
try, try, try and see
one day soon this fear will leave
try, try, with all your might
maybe one day you will be thin and lite
try, try, try the pain
pretty is still pretty when pretty's in vain
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
Candle Lite by My Window
My dark candle is in my window
Calling out your name in the dark
You stolen my heart and I need you,
One day, it all stopped,
No more phone calls from you,
No sending me notes not even a photo
Of you nothing my heart ran of confused
I needed you but not as much you once
Said you needed me,
My heart is now falling apart without you
What must I do?
So, I put your candle next to my window to let
You know I miss you so much,
The pain the rain came when someone told
Me you had been dancing with the old
Lover you had before me,
My poor hear is collapsing with no way out
Of this pain,
You gave me the dark and taken my heart
I don't know what to do with my life,
Not knowing the reason why you did this
to my life,
You scattered my heart all over the place without
A trace but the pain that is on my face,
Grey clouds had formed all around me with pouring
Cold rain why you are out playing your games,
Threatening to pour the coldness of death and making
A big mess with all the lies you gave,
I put your candle in my window because I am still
dancing with you, I need you to set my mind on easy,
find your way back to me,
You will see the stained-glass window
with your candle, lite just for you to come on in,
sleepless and cold nights
without you by my side oh I cry
every night and day,
years now are passing me by without you,
I had hidden the sparkles of the stars
I hold in my eyes for you
In the sky of my cold lonely life you gave me,
You are holding her but not me,
Only desire is a fire with your name on it,
You kept in the dark for so long it hurts ,
Like a sad love song with no one to hold ,
I felt like just given up on us but how my life is frozen ,
It was unfair what you had given to me ,
She doesn't deserve my heart
you gave away to the past of your prison,
You are with her even when you don't want to,
So you put me on hold
until you are bold that is getting so old,
And I am tired of being cold and all alone without
You to hold me,
Dark Angel your candle is in my window
The dark clouds did not pour out my cry another time,
Slowly my pains are starting to disappear,
my lonely hours of you not with me,
the sun is beginning to rise once again
It will continue to ascend
like a candle flaming in the dark
while you had taken my heart,
To keep the light burning
I just keep mourning reassuring
The candle is the light out of the tunnel of darkness,
If I keep it burning,
Soon the rainbow will emerge,
Bringing back smiles in laughter of a new life,
the glistening in my eyes another time,
Wiping the frown off my face
So, I dance into the light of day,
To wash away the pains Dark Angel gave.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2012
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC