"manlike" poems
My new-cut ashlar takes the light
Where crimson-blank the windows flare;
By my own work, before the night,
Great Overseer, I make my prayer.
If there be good in that I wrought,
Thy hand compell’d it, Master, Thine;
Where I have fail’d to meet Thy thought
I know, through Thee, the blame if mine.
One instant’s toil to Thee denied
Stands all Eternity’s offence;
Of that I did with Thee to guide
To Thee, through Thee, be excellence.
Who, lest all thought of Eden fade,
Bring’st Eden to the craftsman’s brain,
Godlike to muse o’er his own trade
And manlike stand with God again.
The depth and dream of my desire,
The bitter paths wherein I stray,
Thou knowest Who hast made the Fire,
Thou knowest Who hast made the Clay.
One stone the more swings to her place
In that dread Temple of Thy worth—
It is enough that through Thy grace
I saw naught common on Thy earth.
Take not that vision from my ken;
O, whatsoe’er may spoil or speed,
Help me to need no aid from men,
That I may help such men as need!
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Bursts of desires only shows
How much terrestrial my soul
Became rude and even ******
Was it mingled with all so called human?
And got their color
To utilize its aptitudes of adaptability
Yes it was
A merchant
Pure miser
No love to flourish so far
Awaiting a breeze in equatorial heat
A desert of remnants
Ashes and bones
A carbon valley so visible
No possibility to burn again
Roots of poisonous plants has assembled forces
Yet love transforms them into honey
A mandrake for love has been bought
By a longing parent
A mother
A goddess of love
To heal all, all, all…
Wounds manlike creatures
Commissioned to dismay the cosmic spark
As in a fertile soil sowed
In a flesh
The body
The human body they call
And to decay it
For eternity and a day more
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 7:40 AM UTC
Confetti under sink
Caustic baby
Bundled in warning labels
Before match bursts flame
The indecisive **** in hanging guts
Burning, plastic, green soldiers
Enlisted manlike fuses
Bubbling, browning
Melting, bending knees
The indecisive breath out hanging guts
Burning, plastic, green soldiers
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
Be a man like Cary Grant.
The only differences will be in the ascent.
Be a manlike John Wayne.
Speak your mind in a direct way.
Carry yourself with honor.
Which when others looks your way they don't have to ponder.
Be a man.
Like James Earl Jones.
Have a rich voice with a deep baritone.
Be a man.
Like Hugh Hefner.
Determine to be independent enough to face criticism.
Inner strength is, where our soul comes from.
Be a man.
Like our presidents.
That job alone takes great decisions.
Some good, some bad.
Don't matter what political party you belongs too.
Be a man.
Who lover respect?
And you'll find a lady that has your back.
Just by you being a man.
Be a man.
In your children's eyes.
That alone should make you have pride.
And its not determine by your shoe size.
Or even by pride.
But in being a man
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
Who is the woman,
Who has grey eyes?
She doesn't laugh at jokes,
Only gets a ghost
Of smiles past.
Her eyes glaze over a little more each day.
She has beautiful hair,
Gone tangled.
She used to kiss with passion,
But now she kisses the manlike a robot,
Trying to stay alive.
The woman catches the man's fists,
And runs to her room.
Helpless.
Hopeless.
The man comes in,
And takes what he wants,
But she no longer feels it-
She is numb.
She carefully draws on herself in red:
Look at me, do you feel strong NOW?
The red runs down her wrists,
As she takes her final breath.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
Be a man like Cary Grant.
The only differences will be in the ascent.
Be a manlike John Wayne.
Speak your mind in a direct way.
Carry yourself with honor.
Which when others looks your way they don't have to ponder.
Be a man.
Like James Earl Jones.
Have a rich voice with a deep baritone.
Be a man.
Like Hugh Hefner.
Determine to be independent enough to face criticism.
Inner strength is, where our soul comes from.
Be a man.
Like our presidents.
That job alone takes great decisions.
Some good, some bad.
Don't matter what political party you belongs too.
Be a man.
Who lover respect?
And you'll find a lady that has your back.
Just by you being a man.
Be a man.
In your children's eyes.
That alone should make you have pride.
And its not determine by your shoe size.
Or even by pride.
But in being a man
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
Unknown pasts all collecting in one silent room.
Observers on the outside looking in.
He, a quiet and lonesome boy, only befriending his headphones, besides the loud, obnoxious, outspoken ball of manlike estrogen filling our heads with ignorance.
Bunches of hair can shade my ears from the questions of the clueless.
Unaware of any ounce of confusion lingering in my eyes, just hoping to pounce on a snarky remark of a neighboring mystery.
I never thought it would have ended like this.
My ability to be so comfortable in a room of strange acquaintances, but not so much strangers.
Unexpectedly, I am content with pondering the underneath of his exterior, the inner lining of his flesh that would consequently complete my quest for an answer to my absence of heart.
I'm not surprised that I still remain more curious in the overlooked hypnotic curls than the comb over.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
Is the universe unbegotten?
can one say that some great mind
did not calculate the width
and breathed of the universe
of the stars that circle through the sky
of Orion as he makes his way
on his nightly hunts
of worlds too many
for the mind to comprehend
of nightmare worlds
where manlike scorpions battle to death
to worlds populated with cities
made from shimmering light
more lovely than any man
has ever imagined
of galaxies that blow themselves apart
of planets where dinosaurs yet roam
who made the colors of the world
put the blue in the sky
and the fire in the sun?
Oh, the elements have a secret language
I have often in a half awake haze
heard them chattering back and forth
as I lay with My head upon My pillow
Oh, who can decipher their tiny beeps and buzzes
each but a cell in a great brain
one who says gravity is thus and thus
and no greater
one who sees without eyes
the evil man
and thinks, "I know Your ways!".
who sees a secret loving act and remembers
one who space and time cannot contain
but who contains space and time within himself
who made the worlds out of sheer joy
and sang the heavens into being
one of whom our joy is his joy
and our sorrow his sorrow
for whom ever beat of a heart matters
every tear counted
and to who our every thought
is as an earthquake
all are connected in him
all are one
our pain every man's pain
and in our love every man shares
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
CUITLAHUAC
Who goes there? Speak!
PRIEST OF TLALOC Another wandering soul.
CUITLAHUAC
God save your heart, your grace.
PRIEST OF TLALOC And yours, my lord.
CUITLAHUAC
This is no night to sleepwalk thus abroad.
PRIEST OF TLALOC
The shouts and whimpers chased me from my bed,
And stir me in somnambulating fright.
CUITLAHUAC
These whirlwinds pour forth torrents from the sky,
But what is worse- the horrid portents seen
From every roof, spark tears from every eye.
PRIEST OF TLALOC
Our crops droop as if weary of this world,
And beasts, most manlike, brood on shapeless fears.
CUITLAHUAC
The time’s as if our wives around the hearth
Spun yarns of winter’s tales to fright our tots,
And woke to find their nursery-romance real.
Now, fairy-fabled bugbears lurk in alleys.
PRIEST OF TLALOC
The sallow moon, a lop-eared phantom looms;
Her astral lantern threats pale devilry,
More fearsome on display than in eclipse.
CUITLAHUAC
A sulfurous comet brands the starry sphere;
Its tail points like a trail towards Mayaland,
And nightly northward does it come- It creeps.
PRIEST OF TLALOC
If ever man has offered prayer for omens,
He could not ask for signs more palpable.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 11:51 AM UTC