"loyalties" poems
I considered you
As my sister.
I knew love
Through our friendship
I laughed with you
Cried with you
Stayed awake all night with you.
Your addictions died hard
I was there when you needed me
I made sure you got help
And we got through it together.
You called yourself my twin
But can you tell me,
Does one twin,
Betray the other?
I told you everything
Let you climb the solid wall
I'd built so high.
I thought you could never hurt me
I thought you'd never betray me.
I thought I could trust you
Coz of every sweet word you said to me.
Now I know,
Where your loyalties lie.
You pushed me aside,
A huge part of me died.
But that's just fine,
You carry on saying things
Saying I'm a ****
Behind my back.
You can carry on calling me
All the names under the sun.
To hell with your friendship.
I'm done!
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
the virgins ravenous vault
college girl ******
a seething abashment
with mixed loyalties
who belongs to no one
ferocious for annihilation
*** blast
poured out from essence
spread shanks
wet spot
hot shots
meditative and gleaming
huge hearted
she is one and many
choking on desire
far flung in Turkish bath fantasies
a singing **** tearing heaps of suns
like burns and spatters
her *** a high pitched note
his **** rage at bay
poised hot **** ****
gasping fire
*** criminal's
foot kissing
****** biters
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
Alone I stand,
Forgotten how to trust,
A title I am brand,
For the knife in my back ******
In envious lust,
A pack once thought,
Once united as one,
A battle together once fought.
Till our pack shrivelled down to none,
Now alone,
In haunting silence,
No pacts just on my own,
In daunting defiance,
Forgotten,
With all the loyalties won in wars,
My trust wilted and rotten,
Torn by deceits hateful claws,
A Wounded wolf still raw,
A lone wolf forever will I be,
A wounded wolf with scars I wore,
A lone wolf for everyone to see.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 1:24 PM UTC
Loyalty is where the heart is
in eternal lengths and depths.
Bound in love, and sealed in courage
by supernal covenants.
Family is the beginning!
First in order from our birth
to whom we give, without an ending,
adorations of our worth.
Our friends in loyalty will follow
after family bonds are made.
And let a friend whose hope is hollow
be lifted by our hasteful aid.
And then, progressing, find a mate
with whom you'll form a family.
Let loyalty with them be great
in time and all eternity.
O man, O man, remember Him!
The one from whom all blessings flow!
Take time to learn of Elohim,
That God that sent you here to grow!
Before your loyalties are given
to those we meet in life on earth,
Put, first, your loyalty in Heaven
and He who gave you timeless worth!
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
loyalties change; so did you
what you see with your eyes isn't the truth. how much more do i need to see the truth that you can't see with your eyes?
the stars look really close together but they're actually really far apart."we learn that in class".what u see with ur eyes isn't the truth.
"how far apart is the distance that i need to close between me and-"
"it's because you don't know that you want to close that distance, right?"
who sees the human face correctly?
the mirror, the photographer, or the painter?
friend : everybody is beautiful in their own way
me : not if you're ugly on the inside and the outside
don't make me regret the things i do for you
something has tarnished our friendship and it seems hopeless to brighten it
what's the difference between "im jealous of you"
and "im disappointed in me"
it seems to me that there's none
i like machines better,humans break too easily
-Leo Valdez
it's difficult to make someone proud when all that notice are your mistakes
i already know i'm defective, u don't have to trouble yourself pointing them out for me
it's cold out here, i'm shivering
please, get me out of 'here'
there is suffering too terrible to name. we just learn to live with the unimaginable(hamiltrash)
it says "curiosity killed the cat"
in this situation curiosity killed me
True love isn’t Romeo and Juliet who died together. It’s Grandma and Grandpa who grew old together.(not mine)
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
it is
an impossibility
to have a foot
in two camps
for those who choose
to have divided loyalties
there is
no bridging ramp
either they are friend or foe
they cannot have
a toe
in both boroughs
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
The Pigeon Gent,
He woos and coos around the river bent.
Pursues his muse with artful dance and skillful prance,
With inflated neck and ruffled plumage, until his energy or luck is spent.
He then resides by ebbing tides to ponder on his next advance.
"Now Now", "Whats This" the gent exclaims,
A shadow looming from the skies.
With ***** and claps he glides and lands with full surprise,
He spies the intruder, "A fellow Brooder".
Pigeon gent cant believe his eyes.
Pigeon Gent cannot believe the sauce,
The scurge seems intent on taking his prize by force.
At once he knows he must respond,
And force this illbread vagabond to abscond.
At once chest puffed and muscles flexed,
With wild eyes he jabs and pecks.
To teach this ruffian respect,
So on his actions he may later reflect.
He stands his ground both large and proud,
To make example of this foul winged burglar from the clouds.
"You insult me sir" he shouts aloud,
To make his intentions clear for all the crowd.
For several rounds they fight and scuffle.
With intruder retreating, feathers ruffled.
Then bested suiter fairly parted,
The quarrel ends as fast as started.
The vanquished victor displays and grooms,
As peace and honour now resumes.
Soon the ripples upset the green,
An armada of ducks come on the scene.
Alerted by the heightend coos,
They race to see what act insues.
The mighty mallards, Kings of the river,
None contest their right of way.
Their ways of conduct such generous givers.
Majestic river royalty, the law is always what they say.
On bank or shallow pebbled river they have always been,
They love to feed and breed amongst the river scene.
There royal cape made up of browny reds and shimmering greens,
reflects and intejects on mirrored water skies and evergreens.
To their mates for life and lady lovers,
The mallard gent is like no others.
Such loyalties are seldom seen,
In modern times and different dreams.
Fine and lean with striking features,
Best examples of river teachers.
But at any moment no matter how abrubt,
A river duel may easily erupt.
Battle can ensue and rage,
As both apponents approach and engage.
For they mate for life as duck and wife,
A rarity in any age or life.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
Allies become foes and friends turn away
Loyalties are questioned, only the honorable stay
And so begins the fight, to claim the right of power
While a child claims the crown, sitting atop his lofty tower
The Stag is said to rule the seven, but all is not what it may seem
The Lion fights the Wolf, while the Dragons ready their queen
The kingdom will bathe in blood, and it is under the light of the moon
That alliances are broken, or saved from the brink of ruin
“For the night is dark, and full of terrors”
These new gods shake faith in the old with tremors
Winter is coming, it can be felt in the bones
But before it reaches, who will win this Game of Thrones?
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
*Let me tell you something.
Something which may seem
Difficult to digest
Or counter-intuitive.
Your enemies are your best friends.
You must be wondering
What the hell?
But seriously your enemies are your best friends.
No one helps you more than your enemies.
They think of you better than anyone.
By being on lookout for
Your slips and weaknesses,
They always keep you focused-
Always at your toes.
They help your realize your true potential.
They bring out the best of you.
They never let you dawdle.
They never deceive you
Or blandish you.
They reveal your loyalties.
Above all
Nothing beats the pleasure of
Beating your enemies.
Don’t all these make them your best friends?*
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC
Often poets communicate
via internet voice recordings
sharing dancing lovers videos
as pen pals may venture to do;
no it doesn't mean
we do not exist
people aren't virtual cartoons!
We have feelings emotions we love
the mind makes it all real.
We are real people in different countries interchanging loyalties
we are perhaps more real then couples living together yet disconnected in many ways,
and not in love either
but rather utterly bored.
~~
So don't be cruel saying
I am virtual and you've met
the love of your life already
and want no one else,
but your Zaheera for all eternity
because she's omnipresent real.!
Trying to make her jealous with me
a real poetess!? think again!
Zaheera and me can smell your rat.
She is more a fantasy for years if she even exists
Why the virtual competitiveness
and AnK isn't real?
We are breathing eating sleeping loving trusting sharing
yet not real!?
In your book of tricks ? Hu?
How shall we search for real connections hu?
have you noticed though
the whole planet has gone virtual.
it's become a ritual,!
All people are real living brings
not virtual their lap tops cell phones c are the virtual conduits,
though so what !?
~~~~~~~~
By Mr and Mrs Andrews
inspired by Karijinbba.7/21
Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 5:50 AM UTC
They say the ties that bind, wither towards the end
Their witty mottos downplay the love of a friend
“The blood of the covenant,” the adage remains still frozen,
“Flows much thicker than the water of the womb.”
And therefore they deduce: our loyalties reduce
And family only matters when it is chosen.
But the blood relations between man’s nations
Groan under the strain of their bond
For who would have thought that brothers were not
By long and far man’s best creation.
Oct 2, 2022
Oct 2, 2022 at 12:56 PM UTC
Oh how quickly your loyalties change
Something foreign to me, I find it so strange
Today you love me, tomorrow you're gone
The way your feelings wain is nothing but wrong
You allow havoc to be wreaked by the next
It really does **** to be your ex
Those you once called your family, your reason to be
Are offered up to this pig like a buffet that's free
She has no class and lacks good breeding
As she waddles up to the trough for her feeding
You allow her to root and rut until she's had her fill
And even though you know she's wrong, you defend her still
Not quite sure if she's a bartender, a stripper or just a common *****
When I saw pictures of her puffy painted up face, my jaw hit the floor
I can hardly believe you went from someone like me, true class
To some ***** who is nothing more than a nasty piece of ***
She's attacked not just me but my children as well
And for that she's earned her special place in hell
And you, who once said you would protect these kids with your life
You sure threw them to the pig once I said I didn't want to be your wife
You'll find that the pig will eventually turn on and devour you too
She'll attack you and feed on you while I laugh for all you put me through
But after you've gotten what's coming to you, let's not forget the pig
We'll slaughter her, roast her, and slice her up for a feast so big
We'll invite all our friends and family to eat, and during the blessing
We'll tell them what to do with an *** and a pig who need to be taught the karma lesson
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
my passion is for you.
It's for everything you are.
Your eyes
your hair
your smile
your personality.
My loyalties remain to you.
I will not let you down.
My queen, worth a thousand moons.
I love to tell you I love you.
It soothes my soul.
See, you aren't like many,
you have morality.
You gave your everything.
it got my love.
I want you by my side forever.
You mean that much.
Without you, my life would be anarchy.
you bring peace and order to my desires,
you keep them in check.
I love you baby,
i hope you know.
I can't live without you.
I can't breathe.
I can't see.
Without you.
My angel from the sky.
Unmatched beauty.
Unmatched personality.
The perfect match.
for me
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC
Like lions licking lacerations
Limp-lipped, lucid lamentation
Loyalties lax, love's liquidation
Lapping lust's lye lemonade
Like lemmings, leaping liberation
Loose-limbed, lurid lachrymation
Learning love's lone limitation
Life: liars lie, lovers lay
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
History
A simple Story
To thine own Self
Be True
The Path Leads Upward
There are many approaches
To the Summit.
But only One can
Attain it at a Time
Each must lighten
The load to
Make it
To that Final Place
Where Heaven takes Us
Up
Anti
Gravity!
Along The Way to
Supreme individuality: Collectivities
That demand Our
First Loyalties be to the
Group will Fear and distrust
The One
Who's First Loyalty is to
The True Self
So the final
Assent leads by way
of
Crucifixion
Christ is the Logo
The Icon of the
True Self of All
Everyone is on
The Way.
Honor your Mother
And Father
Raise them Up
For Salvation is of
The Blood
Your Blood
It is in the Overcoming of
Every Fear that
Prevents Man from
Being Good.
Towards Love
In Love
We are all ascending
Why? Because it is
Wonderful
The Most Wonderful
Experience of All
To Be Good
To Know That You are a Child
Of God...Inheriting
Eternal Life as
Your Birthright.
Bon Voyage -Mes Amis
Fellow Travelers
It is a Voyage
Well Worth Taking
Once...You
Must Forgive me
If I repeat Myself
I am of Old
First typed while listening to RIck Steves on PBS " Making Travel A Political Act" Thanks Rick
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Perhaps
by Momin Khan Momin
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
The cohesiveness between us, you may remember, or perhaps not.
Our solemn oaths of faithfulness, you may remember, or perhaps forgot.
If something happened that was not to your liking,
the shrinking away that produces silence, you may remember, or perhaps not.
Listen, the sagas of so many years, the promises you made amid time's onslaught,
which you now fail to mention, you may remember, or perhaps not.
These new resentments, those old rehashed complaints,
these lighthearted and displeasing stories, you may remember, or perhaps forgot.
Some seasons ago we shared love and desire, we shared joy ...
That we once were dear friends, you may have, perhaps, forgot.
Now if we come together, by fate or by chance, to express old loyalties ...
Our every shared breath, all our sighs and regrets, you may remember, or perhaps not.
Being
by Momin Khan Momin
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
You are so close to me
that no one else ever can be.
NOTE: There is a legend that the great Urdu poet Mirza Ghalib offered all his diwan (poetry collections) in exchange for this one sher (couplet) by Momin Khan Momin. Does the couplet mean "be as close" or "be, at all"? Does it mean "You are with me in a way that no one else can ever be?" Or does it mean that no one else can ever exist as truly as one's true love? Or does this sher contain an infinite number of elusive meanings, like love itself?
Being (II)
by Momin Khan Momin
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
You alone are with me when I am alone.
You are beside me when I am beside myself.
You are as close to me as everyone else is afar.
You are so close to me that no one else ever can be.
Keywords/Tags: Translation, Urdu, Momin Khan Momin, love, close, closeness, unity, farness, afar, memory, remembrance, forgetfulness, remember, forget, forgot, time, silence, mrburdu
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 5:53 AM UTC
**** boy you took on way more than you can handle you thought you could tame this wild *** driven fear driven impulsive girl you thought you could tame her unruly curls and her firey green eyes which shine in the dark night illuminated with lust and desire you thought you could make her into one of your gucchi girls with manicured toes HAH those are the kind of girls she sets to fire and watches them burn while she laughs and howls under the moonlight you thought you could teach her manners and poise when all she wants is your money and your body shes a free soul, brother, she's a wild child grown up with no one to hold her down she runs free she has no chains she has no loyalties she has no reason or purpose all she knows is that she's going nowhere and she's in such a hurry to get there you'll never be able to keep up she's barefoot while you're still shining your dress shoes
*tell me when you were 17 did you ever look twice at the ***** girls passed out in the alleys? tell me did you ever help them up or ask them their name? tell me did you ever give a **** or did you turn your face away from them and tell your little brother to shield his eyes from the filth of society?*
now that shes older and maybe a little cleaner doesn't mean you have the right to tame her or tie her down, boy, you can't handle a girl like her, boy, you can't have me
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
I choose not to be defensive under constructive criticism offered by good counsel
I also choose to believe that what drove me then remains what I'm about still
But...
Maybe my idea is aluminium and they're talking about steel
I choose to realize that as talented as I happen to be, I still...
Need guidance around skill
Medicinal advice to take me higher than a drug
Capsule or a round pill
But then again I also choose...
To be realistic
Sever certain loyalties and lose...
Those that are pessimistic
I choose to see the bigger picture painted in a snow storm
Cold and artistic
Bring about a new wave of doing things... futuristic
Reflecting back... I should have seen the message on the mirror written in red lipstick
'REDRUM!'
But I was disillusioned, detached back then, I was dead... numb
Then I heard a voice tell me to accept the guidance...
I needed to get out of this maze, follow the bread crumbs
While still swaying to my own tune, moving to my dance
And start anew
So, to an impoverished way of thinking I say 'adieu'.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 6:09 AM UTC
Its all about the virtues,principles,and loyalties
an eloquent man can put on a great show
actors and actresses...
Believeing their own lies as they fall from cheap lips
playing pretend in too big of a shoe
you cant trust those
who take these words and disgrace the definitions
True trust is earned through actions
right there in the moment
when a knight or a fool
demasks himself into his persona and emerges
I hate allies who work on both sides
Its phoney and renders me meaningless
and their words of love?
A trick
Its hard to teach this vocabulary
to people who can't grasp the notion nor
come up with one reason to express the feelings
followed by them
though I try so hard and in desperate attempts
to prove that love is the only reason
The only reason
you'd ever set fire to the feet of jackals
I've fought for their name the pretenders
but mine own?
forgotten or never mention
They dont stand they sit pretty
I can't take much more of it
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:34 PM UTC
I broke up with her
for good reason
but now all I can really do is remember how good we were.
I try so hard to remember her flaws and faults: how selfish and narcissistic she could be. how her loyalties were elsewhere. how I was never enough.
but they don't compare when I remember: how she kissed me around strangers, and ran after my train every single time, just to be a goofball and show the world that I was hers. how she could make me feel better by just being there.
I try my best to ignore her but even if I don’t see or talk to her for weeks she’s still in my mind, always, because I can find her in everything.
I find her when I smell her perfume or see something from Nevada, when I eat Twix and ignore the word mhm and the colors blue and green. When I make mac n cheese and eat all of it. when I go to school and when I come home. and whenever I see a rose, especially if it's red.
I don’t know how people can give someone so much of themselves and then have their heart broken. I gave her pieces of me that I can never get back and I don’t know how to continue being Sammy without those pieces.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
Now the first leaves, golden,
Falling, fluttering tranquilly.
Breeze becomes wind,
A slight chill present.
Summer ending,
Fall in the air,
You can smell it, see it,
Touch it, even taste it.
Saturday, Freeway fills with cars,
Flags flying, team colors displaying,
Car Horns honking, people waving.
Mighty Ducks are beating their wings,
Getting ready, who could have known?
That Ducks having no teeth,
Could be so very ferocious,
Tenacious, combative, thrilling.
Tailgating celebrating,
Throngs of laughing people, moving
Pennants showing, blowing in the wind,
Through the gates into the huge arena.
Filling the stands, waiting spectacle’s beginning.
Band blares spirited tunes, people and
Students cheering, Ear splitting, the grandstands
Vibrating, spines a tingling, tension mounting.
Among great fan fare, the Gladiators emerge,
Regaled in colorful Costumes for combat,
Helmets gleaming in the sun,
Muscles bulging young men strut and pose,
In spirited pent up raw anticipation,
Soldier-players moving now as one,
As a well practiced oiled machine,
Each part supporting the other.
Each knowing its own function,
Resulting in precise synchronization.
A time and place where boys become men.
Beautiful young women, under dressed,
Bosoms bouncing, pompoms waving
Add to the Circus flavor of spectacle rising.
Only a game? None in the bowl knows that.
No one cares to think so, it is more than that,
It is war, it is life, it‘s aggression without death,
It is pride without regret; it is a melding of hearts,
And expectations, of loyalties to a common goal,
It is a Saturday in the sun and fall air, a chance to
Yell and cheer for youth in flower, to feel and fear
An inevitable outcome not yet predetermined.
To ebb and flow all human emotions,
To hopefully all, end the day a winner,
Or perhaps display compassion for the looser.
To feel alive, to participate in life’s cycle of living.
Football, just a game? Don’t you believe it.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
Check my frequency static stations easily
See haters after me cuz I invoke catastrophe
To all of my adversaries backed by hells army
Y'all can't harm me turning ****** into barbie
Dolls catch ya slippin' in the bathroom stalls guess death answered yo
Call still holding my ***** middle finger to the laws
Raw as **** uncut lyrics made to gut
MC jaggernaut and what not? Strategized with plots
You can tell I'm from Houston cuz I rap alot
Smoke a few glocks that'll make bodies rock
Hearse flow see how many I can make go
Six feet below my beef is eternal inferno
Feel the temperature rise in my
eyes
Ruthless forever as an outlaw so I'm destined to rise
Double my size fools need to
realise
My raps untouchable say y'all killers but NOOO?
Fuckin' with me you'll be sleepin' with blood on the floor
I'm ******** like nineteen ninety six deep in the mix
Watch for the snakes in the pit they nothin' but culprits
Mad at me cuz my money ain't spent ahhh ****
Another hit made by the ***** King Tut cut
Off my loyalties cuz they undercover enemies
Hidden tactics improvise my
Machivelli
Skills gettin' them kills ending weak
wills
Now I just signed your bills and still
We the rawest
regardless **** any other hating *** artist
We polish 'em
By a landslide makin' casket hides it's suicide
Tryna step to the Southside mafiaso
So
back back before you get ya wig pushed back
My raps more addictive than street crack
Giving the fiends an ear dose til they overdose
From playin' to close to the devil's playground
Though his son in law keep the lyrics raw
This is the styles of an immortal Texas outlaw
Letting off my lyrical shells makin'
hell
**** being carried by six I'd rather go be judged
by a panel of twelve well???
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC
Even my
coloring books
imply
where my
fierce loyalties
lie...
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
I am not apt to dance with fleeting judgement
Gone awry, left of right
A pain stained glance through her window
Strikes a splintered gaze in spite~
loyalties sworn in the moment,
shifted by the hands of time
reaching out with subtle movement
crashed onto the seaweed shore.
Coral kiss may not recover, unresolved and underscored.
A talon's reach amidst the plunder grabbing bodies off the floor
diving swiftly out and under
shifting upwards, on the run.
Phasing inwards contemplation
in between the Earth and Sun.
Moonlight walkers jubilation~
infiltrating everyone.
Cast a spell of Celebrations,
right of left, to keep the balance
turns the page
for brand new season~
blows the Horn of Clarion.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC