"occurance" poems
A phoenix is...
Extended ash, through unending life,
Darkness clouds the happiness of distant days, as eternal life
might be cursed by the flames of hell, yet she is always resurrecting,
Like a spectator, she watches life rise and fall, alike day and night,
Comparable to the smoke which thins it's trail as it travels into the distant sky, yet never truly dying never truly disappearing, living on.
Such is the fate of one who is imperishable, it is alonely existence,
Scared to bond but filled with hope she keeps her head up high,
Because the majestic, azure sky is always a source of hope and bliss,
This makes her fight on, although this battle will never end,
Believing there is a future, in which she someday will rest happily,
Misery and hatred burn up in her flames, which then fall into the darkness of a deep sin which has found its occurance in the long past,
As her body scorches into a blaze of immortality, recurring memories soar, illuminating the land and guiding her through the long night,
Even if all what is lost can be found again, it will perish, transiently.
For now all what is left, is but immortal smoke.
~ Umi
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
Saturn Venus & Mars
If you live in the Northern Hemishpere of this universe,
go out any night this week an hour or so after sunset,
and look at the western sky to catch a planetary triple play
starring Venus, Saturn and Mars. The first thing skywatchers
will see — weather permitting — is the planet Venus,
slightly north of west, in the constellation Gemini.
Look for Gemini's twin first magnitude stars,
Pollux and Castor, just above Venus. As the sky gets darker,
the planet Mars can be spotted to Venus' left as it appears
in the constellation Leo very close to the bright,
first magnitude star Regulus. Further still to the left,
will be Saturn shining in the western part of the constellation Virgo.
The sky map below shows how to spot all three planets.
Venus, Mars and Saturn are all currently appearing,
slightly north of the ecliptic, the path the sun appears to follow
over the year, shown in green in the sky map. This occurance inspired
the poem that follows.
Good morning my love, hope that you slept well,
while you were away my dear, all the night sky fell,
the only stars that remain, are the stars in my eyes,
when I gaze upon your face, the tears my heart cries,
for I can only dream a dream, of you in my world,
and wish that I could kiss, those sweet lips so curled,
I also wish that you, would think of me this way,
holding you in my arms, is my wish each and every day ....
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 1:21 PM UTC
As great as they were,
I am too.
You are. We are.
Realisation of truth.
Fore-fathers and great-mothers,
Lives infinite in pages,
parting for us their conquests,
from all historic ages.
Battles of brute, battles of soul.
Stories of warmth and stories of cold.
I see them now,
coming from the corners of every earthly crevesse,
they come in their millions,
where human life is bound perfectly
like the threads of a dress.
He who has devoted, he who has fought.
She who has mothered, she who has taught.
He who had not a roof, not an apple, not a home,
he sang music.
She who had comfort, had books, had health,
she rode horses.
They, who have left us their stories in billions,
their unimaginable challenges to their greatest triumphs,
I can feel them now.
As I meditate through clouds
of metamorphic memories of distant
and current lives alike,
I start to envisage an ocean of quests indicipherable in quantity.
So many things happen,
so many an absurdity.
But that which is the beauty of 'the absurd' ,
is also its curse.
Defining the roads of our lives,
as it plays with our fate.
The notion 'absurd' depicting the occurance of anything can happen to anyone,
at anytime,
regardless of what is on your plate.
Man, woman, adult, child, good, evil, all similar.
Breathing the same air,
Living under the same atmospheric roof,
Even after we are gone,
We are one.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
this is my promise, my fear I will reveal
the act of love and *** alike is agony, I will conceal
no man, no woman, no soul I have made assurance
my dwelling and trembling sexuality and love have remained a horrible occurance
I want to love and kiss my love from mouth down to the waist
but years of loneliness and drunken embrace leaves me with limited taste
to glide my body across his sweaty chest
would rid me of my nervous mindset and lay my fear to rest
yet no man, no woman, no soul I have encountered with true admiration
this spirit I bare and have grown to like is stuck with a fierce aspiration
to **** this silly contemplation of whether to step forward or keep quiet
not allowing myself dual satisfaction for I mindlessly follow an unlawful diet.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
Are we all ******* blind?!
How did we all fail to see the
apocalypse in it's twisted occurance
Detinating life as we know it
All I see are Zombies
All that's left are zombies!
Look there! That girl walking
Missing half her life
Half dead-trapped
no real human left behind her eyes
Walking aimless to her desk
To her future
Look at that zombie over there!
Drowning himself in alcohol
Killing himself again
Just to feel alive
Though simultaneously
wasting...away....
I better do the same
Hide the life so I don't get eaten
and zombiefied myself
I must survive this apocalypse
Trying
To
Survive
moving forward & forward & forward
I have become a zombie.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
My definition of truth is: An action synonymously described as it happened, within this barrier of admission, an image portrays a substance, occurance, or incident. This social term can and will be deviated for manipulation, self interest, and out of blatant ignorance. In society truth is hardly colloquial in politics, media, and law; recognizing that it is used to manipulate and persuade for power, control, or materiallity. There are cases in which deception is the best choice in the longevity of a subject larger than ones self, a substance of this will and shall never occur in a mindful, intellectual, and adept utopia. Sadly, in the global aura we see as today; we lack faith, trust, and ubiquity in fault of karma, the perpetual domino effect of deception, and the ignorant facade of physical dominance. From this computer screen, the pants you are wearing, and the mind you hone are all subject to the absent, mistreated, and altered reality of honesty versus deception.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 1:40 PM UTC
I see the moon through my smoke tinted glasses
It's crescent shape caressing the early morning sky
Before I went out, all of my thoughts were of classes
Now, returning, I am filled with delight
The simple occurance
Of the Sun silhouetting the rock
Brings me joy
As I draw inside
Life is but a collection of experiences
And this one won't be easy to forget
As I stayed up all night
The grandeur of nature seems to beget
The beauty in little things
The sorrow in the world
All at once emotions hit me
And my thoughts begin to be twirled
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 6:22 AM UTC
My eyes began to hide as we retired conversation.
My eyes began to hide as the night grew tired
And we’d lie next to eachother like two lines on the road
And I didn’t want to open my eyes for fear that you had snuck from the covers
And then suddenly you were singing like the call of a nightingale.
My eyes and mind were deluded into believing the occurance of the following events.
We sat together like two birds on a branch.
My breathing was heavy like the tree being supported by the ground.
We sat together as the wind carried loose limbs and leaves to the next town.
The storm was coming but I wanted to stay a little longer.
The storm was coming we must set flight!
But I did not want to separate for fear you’d be gone forever.
But I did not want to be blown and beaten for the Maine ***** grabs.
The storm was coming, so I left my ambitions to be carried with the limbs and leaves
And I left my nightingale alone in the night, to fight with the Nimbus as the storm carried on.
My eyes began to uncover from blankets, I felt your existence inches away.
My eyes were mislead and I rolled right on over and went back to bed.
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 11:27 AM UTC
History is not
simply
the dates
and battles
buildings
and famous names
associated
merely with an
idea
or occurance.
History is not
years
lumped into
eras -
not general greatness
or the greatness
of generals.
It is
the wool
lovingly spun
by a mother’s hand
and stained
by a full day’s
honest labor.
It is the
pealing
of laughter
and church bells
in an untouched
meadow
of flowers
wild in every sense.
It is
stolen moments
in a hayloft
or on the bank of a river.
It is the heat
of the sun
beating down
on the shoulders
of a man
doing everything he can
to make it.
History
is in all
the moments
of lives
of people -
simply
people.
The world may change
but humanity is
constant.
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 10:39 PM UTC
do you still think it was real what we felt
or are you embarrassed by its very occurance?
do you accept it as victory or defeat?
did you kiss anybody on new years eve?
you must type my number into your phone
wanting to hit call but then you don't
or are there pages of words written for me
that break you a little to know i'll never read?
if you can't sleep at night what the **** do you do?
do you wonder if we both have an intamacy issue?
was it depression or was it just me?
drawing lines and measuring distances so we couldn't be real
if i told you right now that i am sorry
i don't know if you'd respond 'me too' or 'don't bother'
i used to know you inside out
now i have no new memories to store in my head
it's funny how i worried about breaking your heart
and completely forgot that i had my own to tear apart
still no amount of jager makes me tell you i miss you
so either i don't or i'm still the coward you fell in love with
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
slight music
quite instrumentals slither through the space
now an ethereal silence and a curled, gnarled hand rest at the table
weather-worn pockmarked face twitch
a common occurrence
a scene worthy of a masterful painter
the air sighs, not in sound but in feeling
it is demure, languid,
a seamless bond of hunched figure and wispy breaths
a heart feels light and hollow with pulsating winds surrounding it
a man's hide tingles, prickles
pores gently widen in anticipation
a boxed room
a shackle room
dark, yet for the dim lantern
and a speckling of pinpoints in ever shifting pupils
patterns shift with tightening skin, hackles raised
billowing smoke against snarling and jolting
our West is not kind
a child stumbles with its chittering and chattering, back into its hole
an equalizer delicately rocks upon the floor
hot in its despondence and billowing smoke barrel
the metal becomes cold, uncaring; what despair was impacted upon it has left, as is the same with all objects subject to human emotion
Old blood sleeps in the shackled room
with chattering mumbling children in their holes
life is but glorious process, while we all wish for results
how deplorable
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 4:16 PM UTC
I love him.
I like him. I want him.
Heart , body and mind has their own brain I see.
He! Is the perpendicular bisector of my heart, the negative hyperbole in my smile.
But He! Arms so strong and so big oooooo.
Makes me think of the positions that Were imagined In my mind while exploring 50 Shades of Grey.
When I feel his ego, his manhood, his family bearer my legs shake and make me vow **** in front of him.
Yet He! Never liked him much. Just didn't see my tomorrow's sunrise in his eyes No!
But one day he took me and turned me and beat me and ..... I never thought he would.
The sun kissing our skin and I closed my eyes most of the time to feel what's inside of me and it was satisfying.
It was a surprise that we'd go that far. Still didn't like him much.
Caught up between Him, Him, and Him.
At the end I chose what the heart wants.
The occurance of the thoughts in my Mornings
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
You were raised to become a shield
While I was raised to become a sword
A shield and sword have different roles to play
However, they have one thing in common
But you'll need to figure what that is by yourself
Although you won't find a quick answer soon
You will eventually find it one day
Because we have a long journey ahead of us,
Until then don't go off dieing on the battlefield before me
Since you are a shield who protects other
While I'm a sword that cuts a path for others
As each passing days go by
Our emotions, our feelings start to fade away slowly
We have seen many blood spilt before our eyes
Now it has become a daily occurance in the world we live in
But one day it will disappear in the near future we all seek to have
As the war draws to a close,
We also met our fateful day at last
Since that day changed everything
For you, me, our comrades and friends
Before we realized what had happened
You and I were the last ones left
But as you were a shield who protects others
I chose to fight in front of you
I became the sword that fought for our future
As I become fatigue and start to lose momentum
I soon find myself being struck by an arrow through my heart
My life starts to fade as I gaze up at the rainy sky
Only to realize it was your face full of tears falling on my cheeks
I had wished to have been with you in your future, but I guess that I can't now
Now days, weeks, months and even years have pass since that day
You are still full of happiness mixed with sadness in the life you live in
But as you tilt your head up towards the sky with a smile on your face
I look down at you with a smile in return
As you continue to live on with your life as it is
I'll always be with you
Then, now and into the future I'll be there for you
Because it was my dream to be with you
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
Sometimes I see things
It's a rare occurance
because I don't mean to see them
I mean to look away from something
else.
Sometimes I notice
But only for a split second
but I don't usually remember
until hours later
Today I noticed something
It was a rare occurance
I didn't mean to see them
I meant to look away from something else
Today I noticed
But only for a split second
I didn't remember
until now
Today I shied away
From what was in front of my face
and I noticed from across the room
a pair of eyes
and what a sight they were to see
I wonder if they had seen
the pair of green
looking at their sky.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
I've always found the storms that come from hurricanes so beautiful, the power they bring yet the elegance that accompanies it. You can feel a rush of what can only be described as a combination of hope bringing adrenaline charges and total agony filling fear. So much changes during the rain falling, wind slamming, lifhtning striking, thunder clapping moments. A sudden occurance of peace followed by a grand finale nothing could ever prepare you for. For a few brief minutes you think the worst has passed. Those aeconds of innocent bliss can be the best feeling you have ever had. What follows though blind sides you harder than any 300 pound line backer ever could. It hits you in the deepest pits of your stomach, twisting your guts until you wish they would just get ripped out. Those hours and days after though, those are the times you realize just how horrible the aftermath really is and all of the sudden all that hope and happiness you found from the beauty of it all disappears. All you can feel is an eternal emptiness building, ppuring out of you. At least with a hurricane others can see the pain, the devistation, the horrific sights of the aftermath. When it comes to my storm though I'm the only one who can feel it. There was a time when I thought you were going to be my paradise. The thing that saved me from the constant storms I have thrashing around my head. Turns out even paradise isn't safe from the beautiful destruction of a hurricane. You have moved on to give another the peace you once brought me while I sit here trying to put myself back together. Your name might not be Katrina, but it may as well be.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
Redness creeps onto my cheeks
Liquid salt forms in my eyes
Causing my vision to blur
Childlike sounds escape my mouth
And I can't stop them
Because it's become too much
You knock on my door and ask what's wrong
But you don't know
I'm crying because of you
You can't get away with treating people like this
He doesn't deserve this
He deserves better than you
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
time is but an illusion
it was made into a concrete concept
so man could comprehend it logically
but time has no logic to it
time is nothing
yet time is everything
without the occurance of time,
things would be the same as they were
this time of year two years ago
back when things first began
between he and i
and its odd to think that
that almost 730 days i ago
i didnt even know who he was
and now
i cant ever seem to forget about him
Maybe with each passing day
As the clock ticks away
Time will bring us back
To where we once began
I might have to wait eternity,
But I've got time.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
Today the rain pours
As I wait for my shift to begin I sit in my car
My hair is wet, I'm nursing a deep wound
Which will become yet another scar
I cracked open the window to my heart
Ever so slightly
Reluctantly to allow a warm island breeze to roll in
Instead I experienced a turbulent wind
I let my guard down like never before
I opened the door
Thinking we were something more
Now I sit confused and disheveled
Face full of tears
An emotional flood
Perhaps it was I who misunderstood
You see, I took your word as true
Rememer, those three little words you spoke?
"I love you"
Empty now they seem
Extrodinary how a heart changes so quickly
I'd like to make this break clean
The last words spoken by you the other night
Do you remember the ones after the fight?
"This is me giving up for now
I'll talk to you tomorrow babe, I love you
Good night"
Those words gave me false reassurance
As these arguments are a regular occurance
You'd tell me time after time
"Babe we'll be fine"
Why on earth did I believe that line?
My own stupidity
Has gotten the best of me
As I delusionally imagined how truly loved by you I'd be
As with protocol you told me to go
So I gave you your space
That is our bi-weekly flow
But you changed entirely
You didn't call like you said you would
Colder than the deepest ocean
You tell me now,
"We're not together so what does it matter?"
To this I reply "I love you"
And then your harsh words cut me like a knife
"I don't, we are done"
You love me no longer
The heartless tone said all I need to know
I don't understand what happened but it did
The trust I worked so hard to release to you after months
Is shattered and jagged on the floor
Some people go through lovers like water
But that is not me,
I let people in very selectively
When I love, I love truly and deeply
Sometimes months, even years, go by
Before I'll look a man in the eye
I know with time, I'll be fine
You'll move on and forget my face
Rise to fame and bring pride to your family's name
But I'll always keep my door open just the same
So for now I sit and wipe away my tears
Recounting the steps as I reel from the shock
Of something seemingly small that has ended it all
I have to put on a happy face
As I enter the workplace
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC
Most of us can feel,
A disturbing pain of
Negative empotive ache
In some form
In our lives.
This can happen to us so much.
Eventually you may be
Annoyed, bored, deppressed
From that disturbing ache.
Than we say:
"Life is painful, boring, bad."
Don't be worried,
Anybody can think these any time.
But it is neccessary to be aware about
Occurance of reasons of our hellish lives.
Than we have so much excuses,blames
Such as system, human nature, devil.
But I am asking to you beyond excuses,
What do you want?
Than a list comes,
Long or short.
But there is a common point in the list.
It is, when they happen;
Your wish is became true.
We name this situation "good".
Also there are,
The negative versions of willing.
Not wanting.
We call their subject "bad".
You may say that;
Good and bad are relative.
But the fact is,
Their objects are relative.
You may realize that good and bad,
Having certain definitions.
Therefore what is good and evil are
Certainly absolute.
According to definitions,
You want good,
You don't want bad.
Very simple.
Accordingly;
If you are completely good,
As well as away from all bad,
You get all what you want.
Because, all your will would be
Completely true as compass!
You may think that
We also want pleasure and happiness,
We also don't want pain and distress.
But these are
Emotions positive and negative.
Positive ones include good.
Negative ones include bad.
The same can applies to your thoughts.
Then the question comes,
How is this relating to
Our dishliking to our lives?
When we say bad to something,
It means that you don't want that.
When we say good to something,
It means that, you want that thing.
So when we don't like our lives,
We find it bad.
What we say to something is,
Label showing that thing.
Bad is object of not wanting,
Good is object of wanting,
According to our saying accordingly.
So when we find the life,
Detesting, really bad, so so boring;
We just don't want the life.
That's why people **** themselves,
Because of suffering aspect of the life.
It is really disturbing fact,
So lets ask, how to avoid this.
The way is to become good fully.
I don't mean to be good person only.
It is to be good wholly wholly wholly
In everytime, every action!
It seems impossible though.
Because even we strive to good,
Big flows of energies
From outside and inside
Are pulling us to bad itself
Without any remorse!
That's why you would feel bad
When battery of your phone
Dies right now!
All these shows that,
Being good is not enough to be
Good wholly!
We need to have;
A blow of power,
River of persuasion,
Bomb of manipulation,
Flood of love and love
And more.
An effect making you
Feel like a god in the heavens!
It's not being the god as The Father.
It's feeling like being a god,
In order to create your wellness!
If you know the fact that
You can change what you
Think, wish, do!
Your only need is a little push
To the heaven of good!
I call this push the nectar.
Because it feeds the gods of Olimpus.
It makes their lives super well!
I am Lio, the nectar giver.
Through my waterfall of poems
You will understand better
What I am giving.
In a short time,
You will experience, live
Or even love if you want.
The nectar is my pill to bad in you.
I hope it will make you all well.
But I am really sure about that,
The nectar will be a glitter of good
In one minute of your life.
I hope this glitter to be the
Dawn showing your greatness!
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC
Cuz I know that a mind is a terrible thing sometimes… the way it can turn on ya…. I sit here tryin not to judge… but can’t help but see in the corner of my eye… and oh no… tell myself that I don’t … see her face… all screnched up… lookin like a car done parked on her foot… all screnched up… lookin like she got a helluva Charlie- Horse in her left *** cheek… as she tilts her head and digs in her scalp… diggin like she tryin to get through… to herself… in some newly discovered way… and keep on diggin… and keep on diggin… til she finally come up with somethin… and right there… in our too crowded office… she… with relish… and with gusto… in slow motion seem like… deposits her newly found treasure… Into. Her. Mouth… and with a loud and wet POP… then with a satisfied sigh… finishes her memo like this is nothing... no thing at all... a regular occurance… leavin me right now starin straight ahead… writin a poem... and "blessin-the-goddess"glad... that it ain’t me... partakin of… untraditional snacks… cuz life can be rough and cold like sidewalk concrete in winter… and if you hit the wrong way... sidewalk concrete in winter... somethin just might break... and obviously there is a... not so readily obvious problem here… so I decide that… I ain’t one to judge… just act like I don’t see… and finish my own **** memo…
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
This is why I write
For times like this
When I have no idea
And you don't let me in
I'm left guessing
Out in the open
Confused and lost
Worried and saddened
This is why I write
When I don't know what else to do
Your happiness fleeing your body
Leaving this anger
For what reason I do not know
This is why I write
To let you know
When you won't listen
Its not just random occurance
On why I do it
This is why I write
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
The mind is a fragile glob of a thing
central command /
controls to the push buttons.
...and there is a reason
why the surgeon-generals
scientist's with their lab-rats
witch-craft
place warning labels
on cigarettes / monoxide fumes
cancer wafting in
and reasons why
the educational systematic d.a.r.e.
warns of the downfall
having anti-drug
show and learn
with actual footage
films about enbibed catastrophe
black and white Ansel shots
needles / puncture holes / junkies
(show them,
they do not wince
they've become tolerant,
immune to their everyday occurance
like morning coffee's
little push.)
Slides on red tape murder-scenes
angry D.A.D.D.'s
S.A.D.D. mothers
radical vehicular
Mr. A Anonymous
involuntary
man-slaughter
Non Applicable
Under the influence
teaching
prevention
to the already numb
Although experience
is the best kind of good teacher
to be a youth in our day
is to be impetuous
capricious
typical
naïve
mistaken,
even grievous
when i wish now
since from before
the voices that whisper
in my head
my name
tell them to
close the door
that keeps them out
behind
them...
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
I saw a seed
Become a rose
Shouted from the throat
In inneficacious tones
I watched the thorns
And hiding in a cavern nearby
Way up on the side of a mountain
All I wanted was your life
All I'm given was your lies
I heard the bloom
Occurance too soon
These thorns were sharpened knives
Im clutching to my side
You watched me bleed
And hidden in a thicket
In this forest without trees
All i wanted was your love
All you gave me was your loss
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
Stood alone in a field of ever change
The others seem to catch on and evolve
But to me I'm happy staying put, stuck in my ways, a little strange
Liking a risqué joke, a mild poke, a barrel now sadly broke
Words we now cannot use
But arise in slapstick, a rarely lit fuse, mosty after a wee drop of *****
Kids now think we are all the same skin
As if nothing happened in 10,000 years and its all thrown in the bin
And if you disagree, have a voice, have a choice, you now live in sin
For being told how to live is an everyday occurance
Speed limits, different cynics, all told to coinline with this BBC
For our thoughts are now banished, no longer to be free
And sadly, people are beginning not to see
That you do actually stand alone in life, leaning into the breeze
For we all are really,
just,
A Lone Tree
JJB
Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 2:27 PM UTC
White dots stood out on dark blue silk, wrapped the delight whimsical,
cute, adorable, much better than kilt,
the slightest gentle touch they tickle.
Vines, jet black sturdy healthy,
dancing carelessly when the wind blows steady,
Elegance comme il faut at the top of the world,
A tempest romance as the ravens twirl.
Black holes enthralls as emerald grey fields,
Demands submission of those dare gaze,
The best is seen in those who yield,
A beauty silent attention appreciates.
Along the journey lay a spiritual hill,
Breath of life swirl through it with zeal,
High and pointy, Uluru bound insecure,
But tis a spiritual hill that emanates allure.
The crater below, softly, ever dormant,
Its gentle kiss enchants the lust of many,
Encouragement eruptions a common occurance,
A well of life the volcano's true identity.
Etched on pearl white clay, treble and bass,
the sound of music sings the tune of grace.
Confident and strong the flow of feminity,
Do not mistake its strength for masculinity.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC