"nays" poems
This here...my heart is a book
Sadness and hope inhabit most pages
Marred by past experiences that took
Scribbled are the ironies and broken adages
Worn pages tainted by the lowest of my days
Dark ink leave them smeared and stained Fresh ones stay crisp; free from nays
Awaiting dreams and wishes I have not gained
Silent are the pages still left unwritten
As though I have saved them for something
For future chapters yet to happen
For you to come and begin your writing
Welcome the pen that would herald a new start
Imagined it's ink to bear the flightiest notions
It would speak in volumes ensnaring the heart
It would sing a song with the sweetest of emotions
Seep in, dear ink, into my pages past and new
Seep through, dear ink, feel free to make your mark
Seep strong, dear ink, maybe you could undo
Seep true, dear ink, and bring light to the dark
But rip not the old for they forever will speak
Lessons that are learnt, strength that was bestowed
Tears that's been shed, happiness that I seek
Gloom that was braved, hope that I have sowed
Come, my heart is your book
You are the sole pen to my infinite pages
Ink are your words that would fill every nook
Eternal is the bond that would last through ages
This here...the rest of the pages are yours
Occupy them as you have in my everyday
I was saving them not knowing my course
Almost as if I knew you'd come to pen the words you'd say
A promise as sure as the sun would rise
A promise made as good as the noblest of men
My book is open to our laughs and cries
As long as you would forever remain my pen
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
what did i get myself to?
Four letter word and dime and a nickel and a quarter of your time
to a bliss passing by 595
your breathing and chest sinking
your lips calm and keeping ,upon the hours
of a dosing night a lasting high
your front teeth milky white meets my frosty space
the diving hips
a collar trips
man i feel you pull through and it isn't enough to call me some coward
some dancing ***** hanging on to your very lips
you said maybe is there a way
i said nah yoo i ain't raised for that
i am a forty five pound lean launching machine
from outer space to your living set
and busy strutting with vowels and annunciations since i got the power
for the heys and nays
i got the power
i got the power so it
ain't easy to unfold and what hasn't been told before
i ain't some player, goldie lock mean hater
prestigious for the one word betrayers cause it is out bend and crying doesn't work anymore
i got the breast knuckles to my chest and i say the fury of a quiet man is lethal
i am begging you to tell me you aren't danger.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
a who
so what
that nays
or nary
a not
a knot of narys
guggled to
from shrill th
roat
she called the kettle B
l
ack
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 1:04 AM UTC
Unhealthy thoughts running through my head and I don't know what to do with them, attempt or pass, or may be should I shoot em dead, but with what......my pistol or her heart which is failing to do its part, I'm standing in this pool of wonder when I start to wander. Keepin my feet still is the trick that i constantly skip, But I'm trying not to move but somethings killen my grove..........Pay me with 100 kisses give me what my heart misses, but slowly i find no way to heal these burses, My mind is in constant daze surrounded by thick haze, As I can't seem to breathe through this phase, But its something deep that says misbehave, Stay true to you to myself, but I can't be real if I'm standing by myself, Who knows I exist but me, is a Unicorn real if he believes but no one can see him, Is there a *** of gold at the end of a rainbow if there is no end to them.....Deep thinking for a fool, With yays and nays but no real news, Just random questions that leave him confused, A beautiful Lie can tell the truth but the ugly truth just tells me lies! what to do with my Wandering feet that stay still every time I start to sink...........
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
I thank God for the Rejections
I thank God for the No's
I'm Happy with a turn downs because
In my heart God knows
He Leads me down another direction
His Angels guard me with protection
For this I know This is just a Lesson
I Thank God for the
Unanswered Calls
All my uprisings and my downfalls
I Thank God for the Yays and the Nays
For I'm Looking Forward for my Better Days
I Thank God for the Let downs
He was Always there and will Always be Around
I Thank God for the Good and the Bad
I Thank Good for the Happy and Sad
I Thank God for the Closed Doors
I Thank God for what He has has Store!!
B.R.
Date: 6/26/2022
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 12:38 PM UTC
JUST as you are.
In yays,
In nays,
In dirt,
In praise,
In all,
In nothing,
In cold,
In sweat,
In confusion,
In conviction,
In tears,
In presence,
In chaos,
In faith,
He says “Come."
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
The departed mortals.
Newly deceased stand at the crossroads.
Black candles drip wax.
In a dark musty cavern.
Smell of confusion.
Blind panic fills the air.
Was their time naturally right?
Did they pass after an age of ages past?
Were they the executioner's fodder?
Rapists from far continents.
Swinging high from gibbet.
Or did they die?
As casualties.
Gift from war,appallingly.
No pleasantries.
Send casualties not not to hell.
Most manipulated by powers that be.
Suicide maybe took a vengeful grip.
As down the road to hell they slip.
To be the devils morsels.
To tease the hounds of hell.
They listen for the missing bell.
The toll calls entry to heaven.
Infants and innocents.
Always get the ayes.
No time to commit mortal sin.
Queue moves slowly onward.
Ayes to the right.
Nays to the left.
One direction seals eternal fate.
Will it be hell's fires?
Or pearly gates!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
More grease to your elbows
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
More paraffin to your elbows
We will go on a honey-moon
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
We will go on a sugar-noon
Full-stop
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not
Fool-stop
Slap slapped, sleep slept
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
Slap slapped, sleep sleeped
I own ten sheep and fishes
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
I own ten sheeps and fishes
He is going to three stadia and banks
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
He is going to three stadiums and banks
Tall, taller and handsome, more handsome
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
Tall, taller and handsome handsomer
Give him his book, and give her, her book
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
Give him, him book, and give her, her book
Shall, should and must, must
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
Shall and should and must, mould
This world of nays and yays
We say, I hear
We say, I hear
This world of ups and downs
This crazy world of English
Why not, why not
Why not, why not
Where I am so proud to be an alien.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
I have come head bowed and barefooted to your door
I genuflect and lay in supplication at your feet
I leave my grievances at your altar and implore lore
For I have been wronged by knaves and vixens' deceit
A blameless life shredded by steaming turpitude galore
Meshed in the inglorious machinations of gainsay replete
In the formidable vista of the Most High I bared my soul
Worn sackcloth and ashes inviting to be smite and buried
In that epoch if by deeds or misdeeds been to others foul
Or if in grimness I seek deliberate harm, injury or such varied
Upon this salient oath I stand for I know no sword will be levied
Except the Most High desires me a sacrifice of which is unqueried
The Divine atoned a fearless spirit within His chaste chosen
Blessed with gifts talents and the Light of Everlasting redemption
Whether on earth's ground or the Majestic Throne of the Most High
Oh to have the rare honour of hatred and nays from the ******
A pristine Charisma so sublime as to furiously unsettle darkness
Only graces earth by Divine ordination and steps with ArchAngels
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
Rain pounds the awnings like Parliament,
a groaning, moaning opposition to the motion
outward into morning.
Rain rustles in the street like referendums,
dense, verbose, broken into articles,
footnotes, addenda, dog-eared.
Drop by drop,
a gavel cracks in a plastic bucket,
the ayes and nays tallied,
it seems the roof is leaking.
But in a narrow victory, by god,
the clarity of water has been struck down,
must needs repair is denied appropriation.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC
*What is relevant?
Am I?
The guardian of my world and its core?
Defender of my lies and my saline?
Protector of my secrets and my dreams?
Or does my immobile body lie still?
Still as a fallen tree, years after erosion
What is comfortable?
Am I?
With the innocence that I victimize?
With the harvests that I destroy?
With the choices that murmur their doubts?
Or do my bones creak with malaise?
Locked into place like a villain at the end
What is everlasting?
Am I?
With a court of misconceived notions?
My mortality held in question?
The bevy of epithets dispersed in my honor?
Or does the realm erode with every misdeed?
Cracking from the strain of my imprudence
What is fallacious?
Am I?
The sayer of nays from a golden throne?
Baseless breaker of laws and hearts alike?
Miscreant traitor of my own kin?
Or is this truth aching for the surface?
Like a seedling stretching out for the sun*
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
For God to work through mysterious ways
Everybody have to hustle for many days
That's why success belongs to he who prays
And works tirelessly beneath the sun's rays.
God will always work through mysterious ways
So it doesn't matter how many yeses or nays ,
Or the different kinds of setbacks or delays
Remember that perseverance always pays.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
I wonder some days,
As if my life is in a haze,
My parents just say it's a faze,
I don't think that is how it plays,
All I hear and see around me are nays,
As I struggle to do my pays,
As long as it stays,
It will take many days.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 11:52 AM UTC
silenced by the impossibility of reaching you
in my eyes, with the worst hue
my brain full of hays
stricken by the nays
will we ever?
it seems we will never
get to hug
life will only shrug
newly touched hands
are now full of bans
in unknown realms
Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 2:39 AM UTC