"ords" poems
I'm
breathing
hurriedly...i'm
r e m e m b e r i n g
c o n c e n t r a t i n g
trying to p i c t u r e :
~~ A ~~
P--lethora of trees, flowering plants...across and beyond...surround the
L--ustrous surface of the rushing blue green water...spraying...
nourishing
A--maranths and azaleas, with its windblown mists...refreshing.....see,
C--reeping creatures underwater could not ruin the quietude it emits
I--nimitable is its Serenity...nothing else is at par.............its
D--impled surface, tiny ripples running, creating streams of dreams...
whispering
W--ords...a gentle massage, washing away rage, misery...like precious
A--methyst, jade, citrine and crystals...shimmering down under,
rebuilding, helping
T--urquoise, gently touch with its sea blues...above, under...wherever
E--merald waters, against red carnelian rocks...to weather...endure...to
R--escue someone reeling...patiently...with words mollifying...and
sprays of
S--alty mists..soothing pensive eyes, mind, soul...cleansing...healing
CHAKRA...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Placid~waters~run
b e h i n d~~me
b e f o r e~~me
deep~~within
~~ m e ~~
~~~~~
Sally
Copyright September 3, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 8:36 AM UTC
Anybody literate can read and write.
But do they understand?
Can they see and feel the deeper meaning?
Do they hear the poets words?
Emote along with the writer?
Find a chord striking them within?
Gasp at the beauty in the imagery?
Hold their breath as the poet weaves magic?
Inhale the scent of sweat the poet gave?
Jump at the twists and turns?
Keen to learn the ending?
Laugh and cry along with the poet's words?
Mope at the end?
Not wanting to let the words go?
Opining their views, not the poet's.
Positing assumptions not the poet's.
Querying imagery, syntax, metaphors and similes.
Robbing the joy from the poet by making grand assumptions.
Seeking to emulate the greats, and join the canon.
Taking what they need from the words written down.
Utilising the poem as a learning tool.
Venerating the poet and their work.
Words speaking to them from afar.
Xanthic coloured complexions, as they read into the night.
Yanking at the pages of the book.
Zealously impassioned by the poet's conclusion.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
And sew for the Vomitorium
I kept seeing sighns I’d sent
repeatered and beltsched on my back -
Now ords to waste
- so do it shortly;
3 word lines
but Never will do
not enough
and I have a lump of love
as solid as a cancer
and no room to operate on the bit of self that sees it this way;
do I eye Need to argue
and is want a word
to replenish the necessary necessarily!!?!
An Myth.. amyth miss.. and the Muppets then ensues, as it's time to start the music.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
Waking up.
Cannot see.
Ords of skeletons
Guided to hell.
Cain kills Abel.
Pure children of white drenched and torn of red leaviathans.
A whole humanity slashed by blazing blood splattering.
Gatlings trespassing skulls and brains.
Nothing more.
Nothing more.
Young died.
Nothing more.
Nothing more.
Black sky
Drenched-by-venom eyes.
Hollow.
Your flag triturating bodies for metal shards.
I cannot see.
Nothing more.
Nothing more.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC
My mind wont race.
My body wont feel cold.
My heart wont drop everywhere I go.
My soul wont seem far away.
My laugh wont seem fake.
My words wont seem empty.
My world will not stop turning...
...when you are gone.
My mind is blank.
My body is numb.
My heart is already on the floor.
My soul is gone.
My laugh is quiet.
My words can't get out.
My world has been destroyed...
...now that you are gone.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
Words are the key to the door between
Reality and fantasy. Through writing, you can really see
Inside a person. You can learn their secrets, things they'd never
Tell anyone. Writing allows you to let others see
Inside you, for when
No one's looking you in the eye, it is easy to
Give them your heart.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
What?
Do we know about Bill?
Nothing but what we heard.
We wasn't there.
Only the ladies and him.
And selected memory holds weight in various ways.
Especially when you're seeking to be paid..
Not that he is innocent.
This I can't say.
Anymore I can accuse him of being guilty.
A crafted image can always be torned apart.
Like trying to protect your wonderful heart.
But money and fame does attract.
If honest with yourself.
Some were attracted to his name.
Lawyers loves infamous cases.
Simply for the money they hold to gain.
Cause eventually they gonna get paid.
We must wonder down the line of our lives.
That after thirty years if we might be sued.
And the excuse will be I thought no one would believe me.
But truth holds a lot of weight.
If evidence points to the subject of your hurt.
ords spoken is simply that.
Until a court decides to convict you based on your past.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
black words with their black letters
s u g l
q i g e across the page
i t ‘ s ha rd f o r me to rr e a d
i think my i’s are broken
my I’s are broken
my ie’s
my eyes my eyes i think my eyes are broken
and my head hurts
like the demons inside are
P O U N D I N G
a u ll screaming RELEASE MEEEEEE
g k
a s
i nst my
thw ords ar brken
r my hed is brokn
or im brkn
i think
i need
some
s l e e p
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:36 AM UTC
I
d
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o
p
p
e
d
m
y
w
o
r
d
s
pick them up
Can you for me?
Rearrange t-h-e-m
in
a
w a y
I meant to s p e a k?
Because I k n o w you
and you k n o w me.
We would n e v e r use
stale, weak words
to hurt each other.
No, we would(n't.)
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC
*What is with those eyes, that
I'm impoverished into Ten w...*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
what.
]] will it ]] ever
take;
scrape /you /from /my /bones
squeeze } you { from my soul
if. only. to.
forget.
hazel
& those hands
for
your ~ laugh ~ to be
less than a | memory |
& (mercifully)
left -out -of -my
dreams
time cr _ aw _ ls a _ lon ____ g
while 《whiskey《 brings 《you
back
those sad songs [i favor]
^have me^
#sittingonthefloor
while words & rhymes
simply shred;
₩hat€ver
is
@left
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC