"offload" poems
The blue dew is raining in
roaring fury!
It's a love cascading violently
from ****** blue mountain,
inviting grit from ocean of
courage, to offload tons of
bashfulness overload.
I reach a dime with hazel gaze
to a blue-eyed goddess in the
love garden, popping ogle
champagne in blind lust to
******** world.
I grin!
I grin in summary epic!
The amorous picnic turn and caress
me in mercurial adjectives, embalm
me in emotional stiffness, aloof
from the real, unfrozen me into
insatiable insanity.
Not long, the craze evaporated
into eternity!
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC
Shrewd enough to pick a purse
To feed a mouth sheltered under a rain of curse.
Empty bottles and opponent as partners
The fruit of a faint love
Now mine to pick.
Sleep and wake to the sour taste of poverty
Cure in the heart of men that walk the street
Too good to smile at the tartered shirt
Too quick to point our direction
Too heavy a baggage to carry
Too light the burden I offload
Ran back to my sheltered nest
Broken bottles and a red eyed woman
From whence I came
To this world of pain
Opponents as partners
The tattered shelter nature spared us
A smile on the little ones
My motivation to attract a pointing finger
My tatttered shelter - Opponents as partners.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 4:45 AM UTC
Cumulonimbus
In crimson blush
Glowing healers,
Smoothly redresses
My day’s weariness
Its billowing pillars,
Pride’s epitomes
In shapely domes
My worries offload,
I feel so free
Rid of agony
On a joyous road!
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 4:49 AM UTC
You want to fight
But I, my angry darling,
I only want to write.
I'll spew out wrathful words and find redemption on the page.
And what will you do?
Where will you go?
Denied a receiver at which to bellow,
Will the bullish screams die within your throat
Before they reach your lips?
Does it bewilder you, how your rage remains unsated?
My reluctance, my refusal to join you in anger games?
Don't you wonder where I go?
I've told you, but you dismissed my refuge with a shrug,
So live with it, find a punchbag or a stressball,
Or better still a friend
On which to offload.
I only want to write
I won't fight you, not tonight.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 5:30 PM UTC
Standing firm on my chosen path, I cannot help but look to the desolate fields outside
Despite no wall between, I feel alone
Others glide past with ease, and share only brief interaction
I admit I sometimes yearn for the company
But I do not crave such connections displayed in this dense population.
But a man caught my eye
With movements so fast, he seemed motionless and calm
Beneath the heavy shadow he remained at peace
No ropes laid out for escape nor comfort
And the dark sun was not quick enough to cast a shadow on his image.
This man spoke words of honesty
Although they may have been from cunning I could not see
I chose to wear this blindfold and open my hands long ago
I wonder if in the exchange of good for moments of pleasure
Did this man conceal treasures from those bodiless tax collectors?
As we spoke, I felt him offload words into my ears
Words with slight glimmers that brought more light to my own
This honestly deceiving man was not lost
He stayed hidden, concealed
Secretly passing his light to my torch, to carry forward in my journey.
Perhaps all is not lost, perhaps, we will wait and see, perhaps we will see.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC
Am not writing to whom it may concern
But to the poets whose silence i want to discern
You are the prophets of the
Word
And if you mute you earn our world no profit
Am worried you have gone hiding
And abandoned your call of writing
You have denied your pens the justice
And you have played mute in many instances
Where is your voice?
Your fingers have slept
And you haven't poured your heavy soul unto the paper
Why are you not talking about the evil that has cast a blanket over earth dwellers?
Don't you feel this tangible darkness that has enveloped our planet?
Where has your voice been when fathers have been sleeping with daughters
Or it no longer matters
For mothers to lie with their sons?
Why have you spared your ink
And just watch as kids stop taking milk and water and fight over beer
None of you has been bold enough to write about that man who betrayed his nation for a piece of gold
Have you forsaken your mission?
Your silence is too loud
Are you dumb of the warning sirens
And like the ostrich,you have buried your head to the soil with pride
I wanna know why you have played dumb:why thee borrowed your ears to the waters and non of this you hear
And our women throw their foetuses away like a man doing open excreta
Arise oh writers arise and wipe away this coming darkness with the light from your papers for when the good are silence its evil done enough
I wonder why writing pads are clean
Yet men have stop desiring man and are siring thoughts to woo men
Why have you not quoted the scripture to condemn this abomination?
"Behold woe unto to man who lies with another man"
Are there no writers to pull of this dark shirt of evil we have donned?
Am not playing saint by asking these questions
But my conscious is burdened
I need to offload this nagging from my shoulders
Only you poets who can set my mind free
So arise African writers
Let your pens bleed the truth
Two wrong never make a right
But what you write can rectify all wrongs
For prosperity will never forgive a man who goes to sleep during the day while goats eat his barn of yams
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
*Dear lord
Hear me God
My shoulder is burdened by a load
Of which i need to offload
Nights are cold
I have nothing to hold
Please don't put me on hold
Am not asking for gold
Lemme just be bold
All i need is to be heard
Before i go bald
And get old
My fate love to hate
Ghosts asked me for a date
Though am not their mate
It may be late
But open open for me your gate
My thirst i need to sate
My hunger i need to bate
Am here tumbling
Hade is there rumbling
Demons are near struttling
My heart they are fondling
My redemption am hustling
And grave is just there ogling
The life has become puzzling
And am tired of struggling*
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
One morning I woke up and heard the sound
It was that of a great voice
Nina Simone: I shall be released
A couple of years ago….
Life had left me
With no hope and no one to turn to
All I did was sleep
Even when I was up it still felt like I was sleeping
Life had no meaning to me
I didn't see any reason for me to wake up
Even when the sun would shine bright through my window
I would still go back to sleep
Cover myself deep in blankets
I felt chained in one place
I was carrying a very heavy load
My heart was very confused
My head was heavy with thoughts
I didn't know how to offload
I didn't know when to offload
My soul was blind
It had no eyes
The walls of the world is full of pathetic lies
Full of illusions
It will make you believe what is not there
It will make you believe what was never there
It's a very colorful rainbow
But the colours have even faded
It is no longer brighter than it used to be
I heard her voice
I heard her sing so melodic yet powerful
It was like she was talking to me
“They say every man needs protection
They say every man must fall
So I swear I see my reflection
Somewhere inside these walls
I see my light come shinin'
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released”
The words were on repeat in my head
That was when I decided to open my eyes
Get out of bed and face life
Face the world head on
It broke the chains that had held me down for so long
Nina……you brought me back to life! Itumeleng Magdee Moitse©
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:01 AM UTC
You see I wanted to be a young dude and sit on my chair with my little mouth half open
You see I can vision people saying I hate life and they call me bud I hate that
The hooligans are trying to reach my body and they are trying to make little
But it is the medication
Cause I am not living in the past
I don't want to be turned off
I don't care if it makes me a hooligan I am a family person
Who loves life a lot
But the big fat body needs to offload the stress on his body
So I try and bring back my little young dude
It isn't really want I want
But I understand that you would
Want to protect me
I understand that you are tying to stop me pooing my pants
Or peeing my pants
And I don't care if I have to wait
For my next life to finally learn
But I am going to the toilet
But I don't want to drink wee
I don't want to get teased
By people who used to like me
But now hate me because they can't get their faces out of my past
You see I used to like pat more than Lyle
And I was and am a nice person
Who loves life
People say I sound gay
But I am not gay
I am as straight as a knife
A knife I tells ya
You see I don't want to get killed by psychos who are having problems
I understand why you need to protect me by making me a little young dude
Hey dude don't take a long road
And makes you suffer more than anyone else
You see I can live forever like a Buddhist
I am not a little yeah Nate yeah kid
I am a Buddhist
I know all I can about Buddhism
To believe that it is true you come back and that is the truth
You see people std trying to bring my little shy kid back
But I have killed him off out of my body
You see the only thing that
Is going to bring my fucken shy kid back is people who want to protect me like I partied in nite clubs
I danced to bands in clubs
I went away with people in sports
I walked up mountains
In shoes and thongs too
I have voices of people trying to
Bring back my shy kid because
They are scared of what will happen to me if they found out it was me is that him, mate
I have been everywhere man
I have been Gold Coast south coast Adelaide Melbourne Hobart Newcastle Kosciusko
Tumut Sydney Hervey Bay
And broken hill travelling on the Indian pacific and off to kangaroo island great ocean road and Grampians
I have been to Dubbo zoo Dubbo gaol Merimbula where I partied on New Year's Eve
And the people thought I was cool yeah I partied at uni of Canberra and Ainslie and southern cross club
But the medication is stopping me in my tracks dude
I have been everywhere
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
You see I am a drunken *****
You see I am a drunken *****
I get drunk every day
And all my friends treated my house
Like a night club anyway
You see we'll drink one and then another and drink more and more oh yeah, you see when I get drunk
I have a lot of fun, teasing my folks to make them understand I wanna be cool
You see I am a drunken ***** I get drunk every day, and I really really party, yeah,man I had such fun
And now I go to the local mall and offload all my problems, they actually say to me, tell someone who fucken cares, then after I leave there, I head straight for the CBD, and wait for the pub to open, so I can start off getting drunk, you see mate, I was having fun teasing my dad, and I never killed him no, cause I just having fun, and he tried to take it out of me, you see I am a drunken ***** I get drunk every day, and I have so many beers, yeah I enjoy it so very much, yeah, boy am I so cool
Then the next weekend I went to the Raiders match and I saw the Raiders win and that made me happy, yeah
And after the game, I went to the pub and partied with all the guys and we sang old drinking songs, man we were having so much fun, and I drank beer after beer and another beer to follow, yeah I feel so cool, and all my friends think I am a loser, but that doesn't bother me, because I am a drunken ***** and I get drunk every day, I sink one down my gullet and after that, I through another down, I feel so cool, I am a drunken *****
And beer is the medicine oh yeah
Sent from my iPhone
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
The weight of the last cinderblock
took its toll,
that one final heave,
hoist and offload
handballing the lot
from broken pallets
to flatbed's top
no forklift or barrow in sight
under weather made heavy
by breezeless skies.
Body's done,
hand's numb,
mind's dumb,
arms quiver through,
back aches from over missuse.
Fingers so stiff,
with a pen I cant write.
My thumbs are grumpy
through which I type.
Feeling old hitting my wall
which I have yet to build
gives me something to do tomorrow
if I make it till tonight.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 7:45 AM UTC
I Still ******* Hate You.
Can't Let It Go, Can't Let It Be,
Can't Even Breath, I'm Suffocating.
My Ire Expands Like Fire.
Why Fan The Flames? Don't Treat Me Like **** I Know Your Games,
I Climbed From That Pit.
You Turn Around & Tell Tall Tales,
Watch Faces Pale As I Tip The Scales,
You'll Be Left Behind To Bite Your Nails,
Tides Will Turn You'll Hide From Gales.
Watch Me As I Offload My Hurt,
Watch Me Wash Away This Dirt,
Watch Me Wake Up I'm Alert,
Watch Me Wish You Were The First.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
We met on the same road at odd strides
Drums of memories at our backs
Swaying and swishing us side to side
Spilling and splashing on our tracks
Your burden lightened as I smiled
The pain in your eyes softened
Shall we go into the wild?
I reached your hand, my grasp strengthened
Please. Let’s go… this is it
Don’t let thoughts hold you back
I’m with you
I’m by your side
Such strong legs, how are you still here?
Offload these memories, there lies better ahead
I’ll lag a moment, don’t you fear
And poke a hole in this drum so fed
It is night now, the sun has set
Tomorrow you’ll see, your drum will be shed
The sun rises, my eyes pry open
Your wings hid as a drum, now ready to fly
Unburdened, confident, they strengthen
Hunting the horizon, you aim with your eye
I stare with shock, I stare with awe
You turn at me with a faltering smile
Nature exposes our only flaw
There is no longer a shade of denial
Please go… it’s gonna be gone soon
I’d hold you back
Can’t follow you
Can’t be by your side
You won’t have to be scared
Face that horizon with brave
Make your wings spread
Follow and feast what you crave
I have got a drum to offload
I will follow your trail
Turn now, switch to flight mode
Lead the way, I will soon set sail
With a gentle swing of your bold wings
You shook this earth off
A wet earth upon which my foot now stings
I now stand in a memory trough
You hover and look back
One last look at my smile
As your tears try to stack
Instead they drop a mile
You swing your wings without fear
I will hold onto your burdens now
I feel the memories creep up my rear
I’m stuck now, I don’t know how
My chin sinks into the cold
You shrink into the distant glow
Roaring in the sky so bold
As I gargle under the flow
Please don’t go… what do we do?
I want you back
Just want to be with you.
Nobody is by my side
You can’t hear me from here
Please don’t turn back
I am surrounded by fear
It is so cold and black
I’ll come… enjoy it.
Chasing your back.
You will be with me
We’ll rule side by side
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC
the snow flirts with you better than I can
when we walk back from the bookstore,
where books are discounted for one week only
and we passed recommendations
between the shelves and said
I heard this one’s good.
there’s discarded masks by the subway entrance
like malformed ***** mouthless and obsolete,
a whiff of Korean food that meanders
out from the takeaway
and I offload corny joke after corny joke not even worthy
for the back of a beermat
or graffiti-besieged toilet cubicle but you laugh
anyway out of pity I suspect,
the sack of books (Vonnegut, Glück, Didion) seesawing
by your side, our footprints a transitory
punchline behind us.
Nov 30, 2021
Nov 30, 2021 at 3:42 PM UTC
Evening light washes pale
traffic scrunches up the motorway
weary bones heading home
minds coiled tense as a spring
ready to offload
wasted hours devoured by work.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
The number of days remaining is.
107 days left in 2025.
and I have
161 drafts & 26 hidden
not to mention the interfering spontaneously
combustible pokes in the eye,
those wonderful triggerings,,
that invoke the spark of god in every you~man's soul.
such as this one.
means that I have proximate, using
an ancient skill taught in grade skool,
an obelus^
about 1.5 poems per remaining days,
to offload on you unsuspecting addicts,
and if you throw in the
spontoons,
those that
erupt, like a howling burp,
it would be deceptive,
even
perceptive.
receptive.
inceptive.
preceptive.
acceptive.
conceptive.
exceptive.
susceptive.
if i did not in
bad conscience
round that itty bitty number up
to a more rounded
filling
two~a~day
vita
supplemental
nml
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 10:32 PM UTC
"Dear poetry, allow me to offload my heavy burdens onto your shoulders.
You're the only safe place I know.
Allow me to strip naked; allow me to stand vulnerable and real before you.
You are the only safe place I know."
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
some silly time/space tween multiple choice questions
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past midnight but before
the **** crowing, busting
you awake, woken, unrested,
thinking, **** not this again.
can’t find love, peace of mind,
at least let me sleep, be rested,
for the inevitability/ energy, the
questions & tasks that require
two to
offload
hoping they don’t appear on any
multiple choice tests,
multiplicity ain’t in my skill set
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 5:40 PM UTC