"palter" poems
If you set out to scale a mountain
It's best to go with self discipline
When you reach the clouds, don't falter
Don't stop and begin to palter
You get false ideals of hopes and dreams
Being able to unfold from the seams
As if the clouds are your personal jinn
And they can fill the void in between
Your dreams and reality
Just get back to actuality
Reach the highest peak
Find what you really seek
Because it isn't down hiding in the clouds
In short, quit dreaming
Finish climbing the **** mountain
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC
I need not permission
to resign from my physical self
I can sit under the oaks
and listen to their sense
Shadow and raze out my
earthly bane and exisence
the flowers protest against discovery
for their treatise are sooth
and i will lay here for eternity
with no ague or war
accept their word
I will harness myself
with leavy quilts
In this shining state of mental perfection
Nirvana, I am intrenchant
Sweet notes from ancient trees
and young fawn with flower
palter through wheat
and into my soul
we are all hand in hand
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
Hereabouts was inearthed the grief of an infatuate;
Beneath the moonlight and clinged by deception;
Thou, one and only sol in the murkiness;
Pour spilled, imbrued the prediction away from the windfall;
Thou, who laughed there then shivered forsakenly?
presumed a northwind that never tied up here;
Was life span soundless as the unnaturalness of the ambiguity?
conversed without confab, forsaken the anguish each one raindrops;
Hasten the broken heart in the wake of thee;
When silhouette remains anonymous, hence thou stand synonymous;
thence it's tiring to imitate its fascination;
how afflicts sweet taste of hyperbole from a guileless lip;
Thou laud me, when thou stare me in emptiness;
Thou palter me, when thou don't seek about my beauty;
Thou vanished, when thou don't see amore anymore...
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
*re-enter macbeth,
re-enter macduff*...
let's just keep it at that,
i can't be bothered to rewrite verbatim...
as i already said:
for me shakespeare is macbeth alone...
i have no pity or heart
alone, to mind
having to cite the other plays
as worth settling a guise
of the conclusive genius....
i just kept myself encrusted
in macbeth, and in macbeth
alone, to steer from the pompous
regurgitations of future generations...
to keep a scorn, a fraction of
shakespeare's "lost" oeuvre,
this sort of "escapism"?
keeps the artist to be most intact...
people ought to know:
the artist is finicky, & thereby picky...
and therefore expects this
audience to be likewise:
truant of the oeuvre -
while the fan of a certain work:
the point: within reminder of an
undertaking: atheism; better:
*accursed be that tongue that tells
me so,
for it hath cow'd my better part of man:
and be these juggling fiends no more
believ'd,
that palter with us in a double sense;
that keep the word of promise to our ear,
and break it in our hope.*
i'll keep my word, and recite no more.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 7:47 PM UTC
Hark! What a feeling!
For thou hath introduced
Free from burden
Guilt misting into nether
Bray out!
But softly, this feeling is dateless
No more drops of sorrow and woe
From whence we came
New beginnings arise
Dost thou wish to come with me?
Hast thou the courage to push through?
I gage to thee new feelings of old
Grace for grace
Nevermore any gull
Nevermore leasing or palter
I am at your hip
I am receiving of thee
Alas the day hath come
For better feelings and truth
From now onto the perpetual wink.
I am yours
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 4:24 PM UTC
Like the snowball first thrown in the bitter chilled winter days
Is the same as my grandma opening her eyes for the first time and in her mother's arms she lays.
Later as the years pass and love blossoms in her heart
My grandmother's life with her own family is about to start
Now she is like the first snowman built standing ready to guard her home
To stay there to protect and never to roam
But as time sweeps by so does her appearance she begins to melt
The meteorologist say it won't snow anytime soon and day by day she will alter
They try to give her more pills to delay her death but they try to conceal it with their palter
Soon my snowman will just be another puddle licked up the earth
But I will always remember my snowman's worth
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC