"logistic" poems
Horrid and morbid, bitter, glittered and littered memories! Automotives, adaptive captives, movies, motives, Natives, locomotives, obsessive and possessive. Some awesome, brilliant, different, ignorant, persistent and resilient. ****** and exotic! Some memories are eccentric, fantastic, futuristic, magic, logistic, optimistic,
plastic, realistic, tragic or sadistic. Some random sizes with hidden prizes! Blameful, gainful, lameful and painful. Dreary destinies, diaries, inquires, weary rivalries, stories and theories in memory.
In theory, memories made from cheers and fears, jeers and tears!
Of amends, amens, omens, gems, hymns and stems. Memories
abbreviated and dedicated, deviated and medicated! Memories cased,
edited and erased. Evangelically, eventually everyone inherits! They’re like tiny merits! They spike the psych. They strike and are unlike. Memories of bites, defects, dislikes, effects, fights, flights, insects, logics, neglects, objects, plight, projects, protests, recollects, reflects
rejects, respects and suspects. Memories of fate and hate! Some are not great. Memories of schemes, screams or themes of dreams that seem. Memories of small, memories of tall! Memories in despise, memories
of lies. Memories of wise; beyond the skies, as I close my eyes…
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 9:40 PM UTC
All my life, I've been around some of the strongest of women.
True inspirations. All unique and incredible in their own way.
From a mother unafraid of a patriarchy to her mother, who treats age as just another logistic.
These past few months I was lucky to again, live among some of the strongest women I know.
Every day, intentionally or not, was a lesson to learn.
From them, this I learned:
*To live with grace and pride.
To love the the little things,
Always have wonder on my side.
From opening up, trusting a disruptive world.
To speak freely,
Yet always have a loving word.
To learn, to create.
To improvise,
And know that life's too short,
To refuse to compromise.
To care for all.
But care for the self just a tad bit more.
To make the most of a warm, sunny day,
Ride my bike a lot, if not everywhere.
To live fierce,
To love free.
And to apologize for being all you can be?
Never.
For this, I thank you.
For you, forever grateful.
To some of the strongest women I know.*
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
Sometimes you make me so mad.
Because you treat me really bad.
I really dont know how to act.
If only I could speak with more tact.
Thinking, blood pressure rising.
I feel like I could explode.
My feelings now have over-flowed.
I can't keep calm.
I want to cry in my palm.
It really is not fair.
To just act this way and not care.
Why are you so narcissitic?
You have no reason, no logistic.
You do not own me.
You made it clear, expect nothing.
Why do you act if were apart of something?
I have grown numb
I feel like I don't know who I am.
I have built up an emotional dam.
Devoid of love or care.
That is not the person I want to be.
I want to connect, not feel like I have to flee.
So I act like I don't care.
Feelings have become none nothing to share.
Never in my life have a I felt afraid to feel.
Seeing you talking, boring round and round like a wheel.
You have no right!
No right to make a fight.
Your hold me at a double standard!
All my feelings completely unanswered.
Because I know I can't have none.
So your not allowed either! Not a single one!
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
I . Taytu Betul as a leader
Ethiopia is famed for being
A peaceful,hospitable
And warrior nation
How come then it failed
To come to your attention,
As bees whose hive is threatened,
Citizens are ever alert to
To foil provoked aggression!
The 1889 treacherous
Wuchale treaty
I will tear apart
A messenger,with a tail
Between your legs,
Before you depart.
The Italian version
That tries to put Ethiopia,
A sovereign state, a pawn
Under Italy's protectorate
Is completely opposed to
What Ethiopia's
Versions indicate.
Till we meet
Your colonizing troops
At a showdown,
As a punitive measure to
A cheater or a clown
I will be tempted to smack
Your face
To ram home,valorous,
For fear we have no place.
II Taytu Betul a strategist
To deny the invading
Italian troops, advancing
from Eriteria,
Advantages of logistic
We could do
The following trick
Indeed, we could shift
The battlefield
From Adigrat to Adwa
Also we could cut them
From a key water point
Till for truce they plead.
To this end,
A battalion
I will personally lead.
What is more,
I will inspire
Women,combatants,too
To fire!
Parallel to that
Our injured soldiers
To nurse back
Wounded in the attack
Also dry foods
To prepare and pack.
III Taytu Betul as a wife
Though independent,
With lots of love to
Emperor Menelik II,
My king and beloved husband
I will lend a cooperative hand.
IV. A beacon of independence & standard bearer
True to my name Taytu
— A sunshine—
I will flicker
A ray of light
The oppressed for
Freedom to fight!
Women
For a military prowess,
Leadership and intelligence
Have acumen! ////
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 4:09 AM UTC
The truth is sadistic if I am being realistic
I will never be able to pay my fees
This passion is parasitic but still I stay optimistic
I should flee before my dreams eat me
I don't under stand the logistic but really its simplistic
And thats I have nothing any body wants to see
Its statistic that there are lots of people who are artistic
I will never unlock the key to make people want to read any thing by me
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
I guess I’d say I’m lucky, it all comes down to luck,
Historically, I’m born to a time of not giving a ****
Geographically I’m free, in a nation filled with greed
But in the greater scheme of things,
I’ve never known hunger or planted a seed
Racially I’m privileged, or so that’s what they say,
Though my gripe with my lack of exotic is a vain and ignorant betray
I’ve never endured or felt insecure by the lack of melanin that came my way
Despite the socialistic statistics, I see realistic logistic
Surviving ballistics, Linguistically twisted,
Academically average, emotionally insecure, certainly unsure
What emotions are for
Yes my parents loved me and sure they also ******* up
However, I still had to make my choices
Of getting high in a garage block, or getting up
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
I wonder what would happen
if flames shot out my ****
I ponder, would that be
a gastro-logistic farce?
What if and whatever
when and where and why
What might be or mightn't
a complex do, or die
Something to examine
perhaps, too analyze
The what's the if's the maybe's
and the gatherings
of flies
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
I am not that big muscle guy
I am just who I am
No six-pack but 'm stronger in the heart
Handsome inside
Dynamic in the mind
Best of my kind
Always being logistic
Positive vibe makes me optimistic
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC