"orn" poems
My lips are still blisterin,
From all that whisperin, that
Made me kinda sick, so I
Search for my chapstick, but
Find in it’s stead,
A pen, orn’ry and red,
That chooses to be used,
And true to my cue, I
Seclude and intrude
On each and every muse-
-ic, -ing, -ment, of my peers.
And its clear I have seared
Every page I have seen
And heard of my herd,
Pulled apart at the seems
Teeming with teams
And half-assessed dreams, that I dreamt
But have since beheaded like queens.
Yet who is the jester? The joker? The fool?
It’s me from your world, your country, your school.
It’s me who coos uncool, and caws too rawly
And so rarely, Even I’m a bit scared of me
No! No fear or fervor is necessary, tremors and
Heartstrings tremble headlines on the Daily.
Oooh, calm, soothe, my tongue, my soul, my lips,
I’ll cool them off but remember all this, or else you
May be blistering, and searching, for my lost chapstick,
But be lacking in trust, ‘cause I used it all up,
Quite a long time before you even lusted that luck.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
H ow is it possible to have so much hate
A midst all of those that I’m ordered to love.
T orn by the need to stay here and fight-
R eeling from weakness I thought I’d outlived,
E dging towards a fall I must stop, I’m
D odging the arrows, to keep keeping on.
F rightened that I’m not as young or as smart,
O lder than I ought to be at my age, I’m
R emembering when I wielded weapons of youth.
M y armies of wit were were invincible then,
Y et now only shadows of warriors past.
E nemies bumping the sore spots they caused me, with
N ever a thought or respect for my toil, I
E nvy their callous neglect of my pain and
M emorize odes to the loathing I feel.
I light bonfires of hatred and hope not to get burned
E scaping through tunnels of madness and fear into
S afer environs where I can breathe free.
ljm
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
Have you ever woke with the illusion?
Today you fuse the fusion?
Thus everything is sweet
But ….
By the time
The sun goes down
Into your cage
You will retreat
Moments of lucidity
Plague the true validity
Of a mind maligned and broke
Quick …
Catch the Keeper of the Key
Omniscience for all to see
For this here life is NOT a joke
I
Poke
I
Choke
I sometimes Stroke
But all to no avail
The monkey chatter's constantly
In his universal veil
What to do?
Where to go?
How to fight his hold?
Maybe …
In another life
My existence will be told
I know you see my weakness
As a blanket
Safe and warm
But…
Have YOU been in monkey’s meadow?
When the bees begin to swarm?
**H u m m i n g
B u z z i n g
H u m m i n g**
Bedlam in my brain
Frantic and frenetic to board this Honey Train
Traversing peeling papers
Unconnected on the floor
I now accept what fate beholds me
I am but a prisoner of war
Please ….
Take my hand
Please …
Soothe my soul
Please …
Keep ME safe from ME
And when I live my brand new life
I will be your devoted devotee
I will pick you flowers every day
Born of wild stock
We will live and love so merrily
Souls will interlock
And if you feel a little down
I will gently take your hand
Soothe your soul
Keep you safe
In my silken meadowland
Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 7:28 AM UTC
When words start flowing, lyrics rhyme
And you and I, we know its time
To do something but how?
Everybody plays his part
Revels in his job or art.
What I want to share today
Are some thoughts that first may
Tease or calm your mind
Either way you’ll read
Right what you need
Where this story has its place
All the peeps are full of grace
Torn at times, well at heart.
Eating healthy food
Respect and share good mood
Who are you, what is your thing?
Are you of those that fortunes bring?
The moment here the minute gone
Eager, but afraid to speak
Rule out fear, come reach your peak
Why shall I care, you ask and think
Ahead am I of those that sink
Thoughts can change you know
Elaborate on your perception
Revaluate your own direction
With those that care, you shall surround
Affiliate with taste and sound.
Thus please enjoy the moment now.
Ergo what I recommend:
Relax, be water my friend
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
**** Life Gentle ways that stream oceans with bot sail
When Dawn lights alarm when head pillow lay rest-tail
wept water chalice becomes chalice cup blind loose
mask uni “form verse” fortune “sub verse” wrong Le' three
awe & decree a letter prom us could derive scream
riding run, riding fun ride sun homage awept
orn tusks, quite huffs swollen pain smarke adept
nigh hour felt minute still forever herefore
Nine usually alone formal always cree
Heaven brood breaths that bronze root cut stark silver can
Seven sister lord know, this I know, only pan!
Stars steel upon cloud,iron bare cuth board ship, string-sea
where fore makers homer place liden leave before numb
I come, guess hour finger point child plough palmers thumb
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
(C)orruption
(U)nderneath
(T)attered
(T)orn
(E)lectrifying
(R)apture
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
Born in the Taurian month of the Rabbit's year,
Raffy is a brother's name of rarest humor;
Ornate with friends for his compassionate nature,
Truly a rough gem to be polished still;
His life can be called an intricate topsy-turvy,
Every puzzle piece is woven by familial love
Rest assured he is blessed, and a blessing from above.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC