"lub" poems
Draw a heart on your palm
if you miss someone really bad
And pretend it's beating there
Pulsing away dub lub dub lub.
Its hard I know
Pretending makes it easier
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
In your anger
you opened your heart.
I saw the picture
you painted of me.
What baseness!
Only recognizable point
is the fullness
of my lips that look
freshly invaded.
Some things never
change, though feelings do.
Feelings change.
Every lub-dub that
disturbs the surface
Shrieks at me - you liar!
You two-faced *****
Begone! Even Eros dare not
let you be loved again.
A tear or two wash down
the wounds fresh on flesh
Surfacing charred waste
of what you once cherished in me.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
(The sound of breathing)
I am the air / unseen
a breath
underneath
the rush
the coffee
the traffic
on concrete streets
I am lifting the dirt
the grime
the dust
polluting us
I am adding wings
to the speed of your feet
to where your dreams may meet
I am the sigh
in your quivering lungs
inside your heart
such self defeat
when you concede to its
deceit / disease / cease to breathe
never to notice me
or listen to our song
Time’s
Wind chimes
a summer's relief / a breeze
strides along
cooling your face from the heat
Do not say you blame it all on me
Don't say I'm the purpose
the reason
or the space between
Wound of flesh, lips compulsive kiss
The mindless lies
Loss of will
between the heart & the eyes
unable and refusing to see
It’s why our love
retreats
Dagger / plunged
the deathblow
a quick hands woes
A heartless man goes
so neat and clean
so discreet
hiding in the bleak
uncaring
so...
I am the air
you never notice me
touching
your sorrow
your skin
yet never being / your glee
invisible
that is how despair begins
I am the air / unseen
waiting for you to care
to notice
to open eyes, see!
I am the air, here / with you
a friend that is always
there
invisible
waiting to be / seen.
do you notice me?
(The sound of breathing)
A heart is beating.
Lub Dub Lub Dub
Did you notice
The life we misbelieve …
Us
The invisible
Unbecoming
Unloved
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
I assume you once danced the Cabaret
By how you strut your Flexi-Form abroad
This I figure on weeks-by-two per se
The Ardent Friend your Fervour can behold
T'was the Charm which every Fruit can discuss
And win many Smiles for a Pint or Ink
Telling us flat, Life can take us that Far,
In a Bus run by Monday's Downey Sink
Was it wrong to know the Inner-Woman-You
That Principle so many Thinkers deny:
"Thrust-Hub! Buck-Forth! Lev, Lev, Lub, Lub, Le, Loo!
Then Drink your Bub-Clouds to Barrels on high!"
Nah, Forgive my Fishes, Sir! I bestate
You're one Sav Foretainer - Dance with me, Mate!
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
ONE
man sits in a pristine state of loneliness
his one heart in perfect singularity
waiting
to be found
not bothering to search
waiting to find himself
as a part
of
TWO
hands held
with two beats, the quiet
lub-dub of each of the
two hearts
slightly out of synchronization
overlapping
just a touch
so the two double beats
become a beat
of
THREE
perfect circles in descending sizes
in each of their
eyes
of which there are
FOUR
lip touches to say goodbye
because the first
would’ve been the last without the second,
the second wasn’t sufficient
and the third wasn’t enough
and the fourth
would lead to kiss
number
FIVE
fingers locked
around
five
fingers
on the small of her back
and five fingers wrapped up in
his hair
he wishes he had more fingers to make the
hold stronger
he wishes
he had
SIX
syllables spoken between them
the same three words repeated
so they know
that
their hearts beat
a little bit closer
the veins and arteries
wrapping around the other
pulling it in
pulling the beats together
making them a little less
disjointed
but she’s all the nearer comatose,
her slow beats
in this minute
barely reached
SEVEN
sounds
that he counts
in every
minute
that he stands there
unable
to sit
his legs locked, shut
like her eyes
that he wants to stare into
he shakes
she does not stir
even as the sun climbs higher in the morning sky
she does not stir
he counts more sounds
every minute
he counts as they
go from
seven
to
EIGHT
arms and legs
wrapped like tentacles
wrapped so tight
never wanting to release
and show the red
suction marks
from each of their fingers
on the other’s
skin
like an octopus
their eight limbs
holding together
their one heart
it’s dull
lub-dub beat
in perfect synchronization
with itself
in the perfect opposite
of a pristine
state of loneliness
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 3:01 PM UTC
De time is nebber dreary if de darkey nebber groans;
De ladies nebber weary wid de rattle of de bones:
Den come again Susanna by de gaslight ob de moon;
We'll tum de old Piano when de banjo's out ob tune.
Chorus:
Ring, ring de banjo! I like dat good old song,
Come again my true lub, Oh! wha you been so long?
3.6k
Forbegging yay Progress, me Most High Lord
Besoothe thaye Stock's High-Cast-Baste-Reborough
And Livvenny-Lug, quain Twill-Truth's-Be-Word
Would Sluggenny-Bust thaye Pell's Arthorough
Aye, take them Less to thore Summerful Sum
Therr quine bemime blubber-boost up-to-front
Shanty ye, Crown, dow Caraparcel's Hum
Laugh more shan't take much Desire on Wont
We porkify Lub-Senses wore Jiggers clude
Feast-Tea ye Merry; Jolly-Cant, digress
Till Ferry thaye Maidens; And Torque-Pie, ****
Rode ye Arkins - Road! Be thaye Kiss address.
Labber ye, Throne, deserve Cot's Privilege
Roar Pull-Course Attract; Mine Concubinage.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
I never noticed that my heartbeat was so beautiful,
In the solitude of my evening,
I discovered this delight,
As my heart played a symphony of treat,
Lub dub Lub dub Lub dub
In this melodious Serenity, I found myself wrapped in my own embrace.
It was today, I came to know that
The pulsing of my bounded soul, the cadence of my fading heart,
Is my harmony to myself, my whisper of peace.
May 16, 2023
May 16, 2023 at 11:22 AM UTC
Starlight shines from limousines
On the streets of Monte Carlo
But I'd prefer a cup of tea
In a caff with Gary Barlow.
He'd draw inspiration from
The drabness of the venue
And weave sweet melodies around
The items on the menu.
Spreading sounds of happiness
Around the greasy spoon.
He may be a chub-a-lub
But he sure can write a tune.
I could take him back to mine
To feast on milk and cookies.
Watching pirate DVDs
In my flat above the bookies.
I would part the curtains
So the jealous neighbourhood
Saw me ****** rewarding
The blond scribe of 'Back for Good'.
He could climb atop me
Like he mounted Kilimanjaro
Everything changes forever
Once you've tasted Gary Barlow.
Down to earth despite his millions
Cuddlier than Robbie Williams.
Looking pensive in a vest,
Gary Barlow is the best.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 9:23 AM UTC
And He fetched for my heart
Gentle
Fast
That was beating,
Lub dub
Banging until cracks
Weakened
into a hole
Around my chest.
No longer
Lub dub
But a panicked
Hop hop,
Leg-less run marathon
Out of my rib cage.
Lifeless,
Pumping worry
And jealousy,
Replacing my blood,
Until anxiety rowed
broken sail boats
In my veins.
He grabbed it
Said "Stop."
"Patience."
And that's how the heart learned
How to play the waiting game.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
I can feel your eyes scraping at my collarbone,
greedily moving downward to your self-proclaimed
property that was once under my name,
but I gave the deed to you quite some time ago
and you have allowed me to room inside yours
in exchange for the trouble.
In fact, I have found the beating so comforting
that I was wondering if perhaps I could move in.
They say the pulse sounds something similar
to lub-dub-lub-dub-lub-dub,
but I like to believe it's your own language
that secretly says I-love-you-I-love-you-I-love-you.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
*Something between us came and gone...
..,
Thought it was love or lust or desire
...
But if love comes to our hearts with worry!
...
It does not leave or knows to end the furry!!
...
Tis only a cloud with a drift passing by ...
....
In a dry desert with a hot sun in the sky ..
....
My sweat of love evaporated off my skin ..,
...,
My blood dried out and my heart stopped beating ...
....
I am not like yesterday.. My love is cured ..
...
One side pulling on the rope.. won't tighten the love even if the rope is tight ...
...
I dont deny that my love became heavy on the one I desire ..
...
There lyes my heart dead engulfed in flame and fire ...
...
She came and weeped at my heart crying really hard ..,
She said forgive me Bassam .. "I am too cold"
...
Her tears started dribbling down a little stream to my heart nub ...
....
And suddenly she heard my heart say "lub ... dub"
...
And some how my heart recouped from death absorbing its sorrow ...
....
It's started to beat with hopes of love and desires of tomorrow...
...
It rose in hopes of love of golden yarrow
...
She was happy to see me and wiped her tears ...
...
She said .., "Let's start a new beginning free of dismay and jeers" ...
...
"And endless love without delay"
...
"Away from false hopes and blame"
"Something with lust and without shame!"
I said "I am here ... my love is tamed!
"Take me on with lust ordained"
"I admit to you that my love has changed"
..
She said "Forever now ... you are locked within" ...*
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
When you lay there
thinking your life does not matter,
every exhalation meaningless
every unfaltered lub dub wasted.
Go out there
and make a difference in someone's life.
Help,
be compassionate
give yourself a sense of purpose.
Because it is then
when you will breathe life
into your life.
When you will find
yourself grounded and rooted
rather than swaying like the wind
and allowing time
to slip like grains of sand unnoticed.
Allow fluffy clouds
of magical wisps
to fill your head
and propel you forward
to fill you with color
and life.
So choose to bring peace and joy
to someone else and yourself
for you will not be just be surviving
but bringing significant difference
in your own beautiful way.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
I stand here with winter-bitten
fingers & bare ankles..
I never needed much
when you were aways just a quickened heartbeat away from my own.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
I've never been gold
Although Daddy tells me so
Yet we show no resolve
we've been strangled from the branches
growing out of my arms.
Still our palm lyrical lines innate
the lub-dub machine finely tuned
the knees have blessed by
the ashes from the moon.
But by and by
grass stains the tombstones of my dread,
locks freed from the brass constraint,
paradigm extrapolated from the taint,
**** smeared on the watching walls,
living on far longer after we die.
And yet, still here we stand here
cross eyed and bright
pictures tinted lime green light
motionless incisors greeting the might
feet planted parallel to the earth
being nothing
nothing at all.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
I've never felt this,
It feels like true bliss.
My heart changes its beat,
dub-lub, lub-dub, dub-lub.
Every time you make a glance,
I grow cold, almost still in my stance.
That smile,
I bet you I could see it for a hundred miles.
I yearn for the warmth of your embrace.
dub-lub, lub-dub, dub-lub.
I've never wanted someone so desperately,
You make me feel like a kid.
Do you see what you did?
I wonder how it would be,
If you were here with me.
dub-lub, lub-dub, dub-lub.
I imagine us jamming to the station,
It's obvious which one is your favorite; the rock nation.
You with your hand on my leg,
I can feel my heart racing once again.
dub-lub, lub-dub, dub-lub.
Please forgive me,
But I think I'm falling head over heels.
Maybe because you make me feel at ease,
Maybe because the way you make me feel is natural like the summer breeze.
dub-lub, lub-dub, dub-lub.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Silver
is a lot like the night when the gentle moonlight shone through my windows
and I swore it was perfect for a slow dance —
those kind of dances when you feel every molecule of your twirling and swaying;
those kind of dances when you dance to your own music –
legato and occasional staccatos during moments
when you close your eyes and feel the world beneath your feet skip to your beat;
those kind of dances you swore that you could win the title “best dancing couple”
even if you were dancing alone
because your best accompaniment is often yourself.
Silver is a lot like when we wished on that 1111 moment together and
you said you wished for me to be happy,
it may have just been a simple wish but
it sent this tingling feeling down my spine
and I could feel my heart thumping (lub dub lub dub),
pumping the pure essence of happiness into my veins.
Silver is a lot like the day when we first met,
when our eyes first met in this 2 second glimpse
that made the little butterflies in my stomach go crazy.
It’s what I remember my dreams to be.
Sprinkled with glitter
and how I woke up to the freshness of the previous night.
Silver is watching darkness engulf the place where I took a little stroll,
I remembered the crickets chirping to the dampness of the air,
I remembered how the wind caressed my face with it’s soft touch,
I remembered the trickling of the river water
which carried with it so much potential and brilliance.
I remember.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
Do not speak, love.
Hold your peace.
Keep your silence.
Listen.
Listen.
Listen.
Do you hear it –
The lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub?
Tell me.
Do you hear it?
I’ve been trying
To silence it,
Muffle it with poetry,
But it is there.
Lub-dub, lub dub, lub-dub.
It won’t stop.
It won’t stop…
It won’t stop!
It’s right here.
Right here!
in my center,
at my core!
Lub-dub, lub dub, lub-dub.
It won’t keep quiet!
Lub-dub, lub dub, lub-dub.
It won’t be still!
Lub-dub, lub dub, lub-dub.
Lub-dub, lub dub, lub-dub.
Lub-dub, lub dub, lub-dub.
Be still, love,
Be still.
Be still!
Do not speak, love.
Hold your peace.
Keep your silence.
Listen.
Listen.
Listen.
Do you hear it –
The lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub?
Tell me.
Do you hear it?
Listen!
Why won't you hear?
for j.e.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
I awoke with a start
to the silence of no beating heart
lying there underneath my ear!
I wanted to choke down my fear
yet a scream was about to unleash from me
when suddenly your beating heart broke free
and made me realize it had never really stopped--
my ears were all plugged up and when they popped
the sound came through at last so loud and clear--
"lub dub lub dub lub dub"... sigh...so precious to be able to hear!
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
Your absence is choking me.
Making me voiceless.
But.
Drip.
Drip.
Splash!
Did you hear that?
Words of pain are bleeding from my plastered mouth.
Sentimentality.
Is no more than agony.
Thud!
Poignant promises shatter the floors.
lub
dub
My heartbeat rumbles your name.
Splatter.
Clatter!
My muffled cries are shedding salty tears,
Mercilessly tearing the tiles apart.
Swish...
The salt from my tears evaporate.
And so do you...
Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 5:01 PM UTC
glass and bars enclose them
animals (spirits of wild)
see me?
I see you
land, air, and sea
shooing zoo-keepers
have I ever heard them speak?
animals no need
words are gazes, sounds, and free-
dom dom dom
phrases the elephant beat
reverberating my glasses
blurring my vision
quickening the beat of my heart
lub dub lub dub
step into the cage
you can do it
wild is what I want
fear is all I have
now my dream fades...
awake
May 13, 2012
May 13, 2012 at 1:33 AM UTC
Realizing a fresh life growing inside,
What thoughts coursed through my mother’s mind?
Did she gleefully welcome the news?
Or respond to it with a violent shock?
So sure, right away after her fourth baby
With four little kids still needing care
Like chicks in a coop, carrying once again
Might not have been in her scheme of things
Thus at a time when she expected it the least,
Could she beckon the new life growing inside,
With a pleasant nod of head in assent
Or with a suppressed moan of fright, I wonder!
When from nausea she started to suffer
And threw up each time when she ate
Did she curse her man in silence?
Or grow mad with her children and her fate?
Slogging through those weary days
With no respite from her routine chores
Did she get enough rest or care?
Or did she languish without a hand to assist?
Seeing her with an extended waist line
Did some nosy neighbors behind her back
Teasingly utter in hushed whispers
‘Oh, she has done it again!’
Once when I started kicking inside
Was she tickled or greatly annoyed?
When she heard the first ‘lub- dub’ of my heart
Did she feel as two hearts singing in harmony?
As her tummy grew bigger everyday
And sleepless in bed as she tossed
Was she haunted by nightmares bleak?
Or was she visited by dreams of delight?
Travelling closer and closer to those final days
Did she curse herself seeing her in the mirror
Woefully bloated and ripened into a bulge
Or did she wait my arrival in blissful expectation?
Then suddenly one day when the earthquake began
In mild tremors first, then gaining in force
Did she scream mad or cry aloud?
Or did she endure the pain in austere silence?
Then abruptly when I showed myself up
Did she feel any remorse over my ***
And see me as another liability
Added up to the girls already in line
No, I am sure she must have cuddled me close
And locked me in the warmth of her *****
For she was such a rare gift sent from heaven
A mother nonpareil in self effacing love
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 5:08 AM UTC
The imprints on this page
from the memories before
The finger prints left
of the lives before,
everything is done for something.
I'm trapped in my own world,
but its so comfortable,
my brain doesn't tell
the feet they will be walking tomorrow.
Tomorrow may bring more drama,
Tomorrow will bring more death,
Ugh, more drama from death,
and still no one to show, true sadness,
The age for dying
at least in this FoCo town,
is younger and younger.
The heart beats of humanity
its all nonsense, its only nonsense
getting in these horrible routines-
these horrible stereotypes-
this routine of instant love-
becomes, instant forget-
this stereotype of Christian-
becomes "Go to church".
I will drive and wait for a storm
to come and take us all away-
until I realize,
once you find your true friends
nothing seems so scary.
I am crying with my pillow,
I am laughing with my tears,
I am singing with my hands,
I am praying to my Lord-
all the sound my heart can make-
except the-
lub
dub
lub
dub
heart lungs brain, smiles.
Smile... all I ever wanted-
was to be your smile
But I'll leave and be someone elses-
I am not the hound that hunts,
but the one who fills the cry.
Is it depressing?- or Inspirational-
the people live like they could die-
tomorrow.
tomorrow is Thursday,
another day to be "christian"-
in this world everyone is
"christian".
Christianity is all eagles and wings and lions,
but really, I just am lyin'-
to my family, to my friends-
but wouldn't it be worse for I to lie-
to me, than anyone else?
finally all my thoughts-
down and out.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
Seconds ticking,
I move closer.
My left hand around her.
Seconds ticking,
She moves closer,
Her right hand around me.
Feeling her breath
Smelling the scent
Of her skin.
I move further.
Listening to her heart beat.
Lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub
Ja-dach ja-dach ja-dach
Yes... yes... yes...
Flowers of water,
Rushing from the clouds, tip tap tup
To drench us.
Further I move,
Electromagnetic induction,
Our bodies can't get closer.
Clock stops.
Time warps.
Space stands still.
It's annihilation,
Two souls merging.
Pair production,
The merged soul releasing
A couple of sparkles.
Little sounds,
vibrations through the bodies.
My lips touch hers.
The rest is a blank.
Nirvana.
Tiny tear drops,
escape from her eyes.
and ****** my lips.
I have tasted a kiss.
It's love’s perpetual bliss...
<3 <3
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 2:45 AM UTC
Despite outward appearances,
we are the same inside.
My heart beats like yours.
S1, S2. lub dub lub dub.
My lungs expand and collapse as yours,
My eyes observe yours watching me
And we are one.
Our lives, separate but concurrent
Have hardened our skin,
And softened our hearts,
Weathered our faces,
And strengthened our resolve.
I, the carer by title,
and you, the receiver by name,
the roles are readily reversed.
I am healed by your trust
And you by my ken
For we are commensal parasites--
Each requiring the other to live
While we sit, vulnerable,
Ready for the taking.
In my white coat,
And your white gown
We meet, as humans
To heal.
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC