"ney" poems
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**•...mouth
wide op-
en, glis-
tening...
in the li-
ght•aw-
aiting to
swallow
this lone
piece of parch-
ment•on it i've scribbled
all my heart could write•bea-
ring sweet nothings, sure and si-
lent•now... take this scroll•down
your neck... it'll effortlessly slide...
•to the core of your very soul•my
message would follow your gui-
de•your opening i'd then gladly
seal •so your contents would...
remain guarded • time is now
to set adrift all i feel...•....now
ride the waves through jour-
ney uncharted•let the curr-
ents take you• let the tides
and winds be your friends
• ... my quiet well wishes
would see you through •
in hopes that you would
be received by my love's
deserving... and... open**
hands•
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
I asked if it was night
and he replied ney
he untied my blindfold
and showed me the day.
The dead leaves around me
contrasted the sky
but amongst them appeared and adorable guy
He asked for my hand
a date would you please
I froze and said yes
may love set us free
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 4:18 PM UTC
It’s a chill and rainy Saturday night in New Haven - it’s Superbowl eve! My roommates Leong, Anna and Lisa and I were playing a game of Upwards - it’s a scrabble-like word game and we’re all strangely super competitive.
My phone went “dunk!” A happy ‘Water jug’ sound messages make when they're from one of my favorites. The message was from Charles. He was at the front gate with a package that came to the house where Charles and Mrs. Charles live (about 600 yards from the dorm). He passed me the package through the bars at the main gate, “Thanks,” I said, “ga-night,” and he was gone.
Back in my room, I ripped the box open like Christmas morning. The word game could wait - this package was from Paris. The light beige, Jacquemus, ‘Les Ballerines mary-jane pumps’ I’d ordered (forever ago) had arrived and they fit like soft leather gloves.
“Ooo! Glampse!” Lisa pronounced.
“Aren’t they?” I agreed, swiveling my hooves to show them off in the full length mirror.
When I rejoined the Upwards game, talk had shifted to tomorrow's Superbowl.
“I read yesterday that Taylor’s on her way (to the Superbowl)!” Leong declared.
“I like that she likes the NFL now,” I said.
“A lot of people hate her for it,” Anna countered.
“She was on camera twice, for 11 seconds total, in a 3-1/2 hour long game. If that upsets you, you’re bringing a lot of your own baggage to the plot.” I updogged.
Leong wants to order vegan “wings” for the SuperBowl.
“What, exactly, are those?” I asked, apprehensively.
“You’re the girl who talked me into trying buffalo-frog-legs in Paris - ney?” Leong enquired, sarcastically.
“Yeah,” I admitted, guiltily, “but they were delicious,” I said in self defense.
I’m picking the Chiefs 30-20 over the niners.
Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 11:48 PM UTC
So full of life and laughter
The things of which I am sorely deprived
Are you a demon sent to torture me
Or an angel to show me my faults
If I believed in either it should be a lark
As I know both to be in existence
Indeed I am quite mad
There are infite creatures
Of which you know not
Do not doubt that which you have not seen
Just because you haven't
Doesn't mean its never been
Who is to say
That a Unicorn never grazed
A Phoenix never flew
Lycanthropes have not roamed
Maenads are simple handservants
Quetzalcoatl was merely a serpent
Ney, Not I
Nor can you I dare say
For if you could
By now you would
With clear and direct evidence
Solid as granite
Seeing as you do not come forth
I will assume you have not
Without mincing words
Go crawl back into the hole from whence you came
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 1:16 PM UTC
I am the river bleeding rivulets at its mouth,
I am time, many branched.
I was a woman who came of heart, love, hope:
I was thrown out of my hearth.
Alone in this harsh winter, the broken woman works the coal in the shanty town. She is all toil and fate. She is, is but a footnote in our capital culture. She has no wealth and she has lost all.
No education worth a job. No salary worth a home. Age is not on her friendly side. So she goes abandoned by the river, discarded jewel.
She went home, back home to where her father came from. There they called her a foreigner, and said she did not belong. She was western in the east, and an oriental in the west. She did not belong.
She was sent here to these rugged mountains by a twist of fate. No one told her story. She was forgotten like a grave in the hills. Her wails are the whirlwinds that rise hooding mysteries up the slopes.
Un-clapped cymbal, wind chime, song bowl and ney, unsung songs that compete for attention. Time, many branched.
She won. Brave woman, she won. She fought her fate and said 'I will'. The fire in her eyes stoked people's hearts. They welcomed her home and called her 'Khedi'. She's a guide to adventurers who want to be lost.
I chose this timeline. I jumped in and ran my dinghy down this gorge and emerged into a world of sparkling light.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
As I embark/
that spark
within me
pushed to part/
ways
there's a game
of world to see
I had played my part/
and roll
ride the waves/
put I could not stay/
if respect out of order
Or in disarray/
It's ok life's a jour-ney/
From date of birth to gur-ney/
It's what's done in between
Which concerns me/
It's never a matter of
had The skill arrived/
It's only ever a matter of
increments in time/
When I implement my mind/
A new form would've been born
An intricate design/
Simplistically simplified
So that I can convert, traverse
and
Converse between you and I/
This is special
Being here for a limited
Of time/
Even if we no longer talk
Your imprints in mine/
Your DNA my design/
Some where they've aligned/
I've created a monster
A modern day Frankenstein/
It's a live!!!
All In any way
Journeys in mind/
When it's all said and done
They would've done said
He put it all on the line/
Got rich and died trying/
Liken to a shrine/
words Etched instilled
And still willing me/
Willingly although
They tried to bewilder me/
But I'm a wil-der beast/
I was raised via the streets/
Taught by scholars/
Millionaires told me I
Could never touch they dollars/
Untold access to knowledge
To create my wealth/
Fitness gurus helped me
Maintain my health/
Motivated or else/
Elsewhere they didn't help/
Ingredients tools
I didn't know
I could just do it myself/
So I started with Less
With every thing left
to gain/
Literary tales
prevail through the firey flames.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
Down on G street
To the left of the newspaper stand
And frame shop
The girls whistle their own names
In a cappella F minor
My fingers their all tangled up
And my feet bend inward at the toe
I'm a broken vessel for you baby
And I got nowhere else to go
Turned fifteen yesterday under a spilt milk moon
Stars were shining down and I felt my heart start to croon
Granite pastures and mile long red lips
She turned to me and said, "I'm gone," a black belt swinging from her hip
There's too much love
Not enough time
Keeping your head above water
Seems to be the only trick
At night stars tear themselves to shreds
She snores in whispering wed
Forgetting myself for the sake of St. Peter
I understand all before that were slave to the meter
Dear Beauty:
When the sun doth set
It sets solely for you.
Hair black as smoldering volcano ash
And Ye' smile
Like a newborn babies laugh
You are the mile upon minutes
And the thought that makes theories
A storm that hast ney other fury
Is one for me in love that hath
No other query.
We fight.
We beckon.
We tackle jealously
Like new lovers.
I
Am in Love
With
You.
And I can say that
When the sun sets
And the moon rises,
So the sun rises again
For us and only us.
We are the forgetful souls of foreman's work:
Not soldier's, not mercenaries,
Not one's that turn their other cheeks to the brook.
Aye thy pride
Smelling of old sweat
And talisman hide
Ol' laughter
And a memory with feigning pride.
She smells of lavender
And I lay by her
In luck - the unbelievable kind.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
The song of the ney blends
with the dunes:
as ancient paths
follow footsteps out,
into the wilderness of the desert,
seeking a truth greater
than constricted life settled allows;
The percussion of the drum,
missed heartbeats:
stopping at wells
dotting the scape, where,
the earth pours her agony forth
from her sorrowing depths,
the prophet's sons wept for God.
The grieving oases mourn
an unhealed
wound, of long
a heart searching the
sands, for one who gave his life
for the love of his Lord
here and his humble fellow man.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
Come like winter
to the lake
Freezing my body
numb and motionless
letting my soul flow
like water
caressing me
from within
Come like spring
to the pine tree
Pushing me from inside
Budding with new desire
Making new life
Ecstasy to each flower
Come like summer
to the fruit
Ripening me from within
sweetening with all your heat
Rotting the undesired
peeling off my shell
rosy and fired
Come like autumn
to the forest
Taking the peace away
Cleansing with each gust
playing like a master may
sweeping me your way
With every passing season
i stray and i negate
please just come
don't make me wait
Come like you would
from me, taking me away
don't let me cry no more
Resonating as the Ney
---Sunday, April 28, 2013
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
They married in the merry month of May
at Windsor Castle - Hey Noney Ney!
So, Meghan and Prince Harry
decided not to tarry.
Now a baby’s on the way.
next Spring - they say..
The Queen’s amused
The Duke’s bemused
Prince Charles enthused:
saying to Duchess Camilla,
“A Jolly Good Show! Oh Joy!”
Said she: “A girl or boy?”
Said HRH "Don't tease.
One or the other -
no transgender if you please,
nor talk of Succession
to threaten my Accession.”
TOBIAS
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
Santa came to our house, down the chim-a-ney,
Leaving presents all around, he didn't forget me.
I am just a poor boy, other children laugh at me,
Saying Santa won't go to your house,
Because you haven't a Christmas Tree.
Mom and Dad say that's not true, wait and you will see,
No matter if your rich or poor, Santa he can see.
Children from the mountains and children by the sea,
At Christmas time there all the same, just like you and me.
Santa came to our house, down the chim-a-ney,
Leaving presents all around he didn't forget me.
I may be a poor boy, but I'm as rich as I can be,
Because Santa came to our house, he didn't forget me.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
Ney, I am the break
That nets a setting sun.
Beak of swalllows
Into turpentine waters,
Behind the glare of
The watching fern,
A whisper in the winding
Shade turning in itself....
In the remains of the day
Watching the meeting
And the stare of eyes
Stealing the fleece of gold
From unborn skies.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC
At long last
I am alone
I've never felt
More terrible
The walls vibrate
From the coming storm
Of the inevitable
Laughter
Is a memory
From a past
That may not
Be mine
Everything is
So much the
Same that it nothing
But different
There are certain
Eclipses of the mind
That turn me into
Something I cannot be.
The one I love
Sees me on the street.
They do not wave.
Our hands graze one
Another's wherein my
Thought goes from
Cold to
Hot
I can't control
For where my head goes
Anymore
My imagination
Is fueled
By the terrors
And tremors
Of tortured love.
This bed
Is too big
For just me.
I roll over
And she is
Not there.
Where is she?
Where is she?
Why is she
So far
From me?
Heavy dramatics.
An embarrassed smile.
Caught in a moment
Of a million and one torrents.
I suppose I'm too old for this...
All this jealousy.
Take what is mine
And ye' shall feel the heavy
Wrath of a wayward soul
That has lived the solitary life
Before.
Another hour, ney, another minute
Means nothing to I for the snippet of
Years past
Is but a blink - a snap - of what
Lives I have passed.
Though, to be truthful,
I miss her.
I can't be but a day away
From her.
Though she drives me crazy.
Though she is anything
But a daisy.
She is my forever baby.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC