"partaken" poems
but the other
day i was passing a certain
gate, rain
fell(as it will
in spring)
ropes
of silver gliding from sunny
thunder into freshness
as if god’s flowers were
pulling upon bells of
gold i looked
up
and
thought to myself Death
and will You with
elaborate fingers possibly touch
the pink hollyhock existence whose
***** eyes look from morning till
night into the street
unchangingly the always
old lady sitting in her
gentle window like
a reminiscence
partaken
softly at whose gate smile
always the chosen
flowers of reminding
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Undue Significance a starving man attaches
To Food—
Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Hopeless—
And therefore—Good—
Partaken—it relieves—indeed—
But proves us
That Spices fly
In the Receipt—It was the Distance—
Was Savory—
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Awaiting that moment, was it
Meant to be, as two feathers
Floated upon a last breath.
White as if from heaven, landed
Settled upon the left eye.
Seeing, searching the mind of
All the good that was done.
Dark as night a feather as ominous
As night itself fell upon the right.
Seeing, searching the soul for
All that tainted through life.
Barbs did seed upon the flesh,
and all that was known was now
Learnt, nothing hidden all was
seen from within.
Each rachis did fill, leached from
The body of what was drawn in,
Soul, heart, mind now emptied
in to each feather filled.
The quill did drip, with all that
Was taken, the feathers had fallen
Earthbound each partaken upon the
Gateways of the soul.
What did it find within, as a drop
Fell from each upon the lips, and
A last word spoken from each.
But only you will speak these words
Once the feathers fall and see all
Within. One white, one black which
One will carry you, where will your
Afterlife now begin.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC
Let us converge on the greatest Garden and then turn to others of meaning and beauty we are so dutiful
To work with family but in the beginning not only clues but evidence shows our great need we need to
With draw walk the garden paths at evening time with our creator father how peace would flow into the
Deepest recesses of our being briars of discontent found today would be changed into focal points of
Clustered flowers to the eye they enthrall with softness their scent infill’s the empty vessel that was
Spilled or intentionally poured out for the help of others with the most soothing rush it flows over the
Whole of you bask in this released treasure and then lift your eyes from His gifts to His lips that are
Speaking to you never have you partaken or been to the inner and outer most part of yourself with total
Disclosure confusion pain and alienation lift as a soiled garment the refreshing sweeping breeze carries
Torment out to sea the moist outer banks flood in as a great mist you are at once bound and beaming
With the knowledge that you are a most valuable person He addresses yourself aberrations that
Demean your true worth so it lies in all men and women the tell tale accuser the discomfited not from
Friend’s family or stranger did not William say it so truly “to thine own self be true” we are most cruel to
Ourselves this trait is vanquished when we are in the very presence of all consuming love he looks inside
At every hurt you see through His eyes and there is no complaint or accusation just acceptance faraway
Longings surprisingly touch and fill attending sorrow that baffled with a consistency how it unerringly
always found the mark it never missed your heart now by the touch of His hand
On the side of your face an erasing a newness of promise was put in its place how your smile told an
Outward story of the final removal of trepidations that were corrosive and were clay like that stuck and
Clung to your soul creating a heaviness and depression now the freeing bouncy love dispels the darkest
Apparitions that are lies that fight your best and highest interest what was the word that said moving
Mountains yes the heights and lows are neutralized now joy peace is at flood stage all it took was a stroll
In the garden
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 1:07 PM UTC
A famous "Barry Hodges" poem!
I was strolling along the Normandy beaches
In the close vicinity of Caen one day
With a very tasty piece of arm-candy to hand
When I found a bleached human femur on the beach.
Oh dear me, what thoughts this conjured up in my brain
As I imagined whose bone it might have been!
Perhaps some pathetic soldier boy landing in forty-four
Who got slotted by a gallant German gunner,
His eyes feasting on the sacrificial cannon fodder
So foolishly supplied for his target practice.
Then, as I grabbed my lady friend's juicy ****
Causing her to turn and sink her tongue into my earhole,
We sank onto the sands in order to sate our lusts,
(enflamed by a very delicious meal of moules marinières
and a bucket or two of well-chilled Muscadet sur Lie)
I thought, what the **** does it all matter?
This is now, and that was then, and this old world
Has become a much nicer place nowadays;
But how mistaken I was in that fond thought;
Oh what an idealist I am in a world of woe.
For, all of a sudden, a contingent of fat dwarfs appeared,
Totally naked apart from their luminous Uncle Sam hats
And the Stars and Stripes hanging from their arseholes;
How I marvelled at their disgusting shapes
(and how surprised was I to find their genitals
were of normal measurements and thus
rather intrusively large by comparison
with the rest of their miniature bodies).
O dear Lord and alleged Father of Mankind
Forgive their horrid ways verily and forsooth.
With a whoop, those demented military retards, [see note below]
The famous 118th battalion ****** Marine veterans,
A contingent of whom emerged from a portable toilet
(which must have been a bit of a tight squeeze),
Chopped my girl-friend up with their bayonets,
Whereupon I crapped myself in terror and pity,
Before retrieving the purse from the eviscerated corpse,
Realizing that her PIN number was still useable
Until 'les flics' discovered her unfortunate remains
After the shore ***** had partaken thereof.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
Leaving those trusting eyes—
was indeed the cruelest act I have
ever partaken in.
Tagging along after numerous hugs,
These kids claimed that white bus—titling it as
mortal enemy. Now this nonliving
object was my ultimately my enemy.
Silently they wept, I wrap
my arms around her, I gave
everything I had to offer.
Hope
Washing over the diluted curvatures of
my face, my mind began to spin out of control.
Then his youthful face hit the floor like a bag
of unwanted rocks—Pain severed my core.
Every motherly instinct I possessed now
Stood,
perched in
tip-toed fashion.
Stunning those hopeful faces,
I turned my back—
like everyone else who had come
before me.
Sliding into the bus seat one final time,
my numbness took over—aching
taking refuge on a limb.
Had I held them back from their victory?
Or had I helped them pursue it?
Transforming, I will never be
the same. Will I go back for those
kids?
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
It seemed an unassuming crumb
Wrenched from the grips of its mother loaf
Left to crumble
In the presence of those unaware
But this morsel
Would hail a story greater than that of its counterparts
Lying in the focus of beings
With a hunger more substantial
Than this piece could ever satisfy
Two ravens flew
Independent of each other
Without a care for one another
Until they were enraptured by this:
A small glimmer
Of what could barely be consumed
Perhaps on a normal day
They would have ignored such an insignificant piece
But this was different
If only for the smallest detail
However meaningless
In another being present
Eyeing the same insignificant morsel
An observer of the two may have been surprised
At the sudden dip of each creature
Almost as if one existed as a mirror to the other
Towards what seemed to be a random patch of the Earth
Littered with the beauty of life’s variety
But only a single speck holding their attention
It was a vicious conflict
Partaken by this pair of newfound rivals
Involved in their intricate dance
In a time, brief to those outside
But a saga, spanning millennia, in their view
In its cumulation, the matter of the victor became trivial
As they lay upon this patch, once tranquil,
The cost of such an insignificant piece now lay prevalent in their minds
Their jealousy a sign of their true defeat
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
Initially it was dark,
I don't remember what has happened before,
Perhaps I am not supposed to,
I perceived the rays of light through her dark skin,
I evinced it by closing my eyes,
I freed my legs and it hit her,she laughed at it,
I stole her breath,she didn't complain,
I drank the food she had,she relished it,
I didn't know that she took all the nutrition on the planet to nurture me,
I peed in her,she didn't care a hoot,
I experienced what she experienced,
She became a conduit of my experience,
Then I became the basis of her experience,
I had partaken the moments with her
Without knowing what she means to me,
For the first time I drew my breathe on the planet,I was beside her...crying
crying, because of the ecstasy for having seen my source on the planet,
For all the things I have done to her,she really loves me like she had never before...
She is the mother who is the secondary source of my existence on my planet,
I am in the eternal debt to her,
If I am in eternal debt to her,
Then I realized that how I should be to the source of my mother and the creation of existence,
I cannot owe anything to her,I can only bow to her...
she is the mother of all the creatures on the planet,
So I walk gracefully on the planet,loving every entity on the planet,
Because they are the creation of my mother.....
If I really love and respect my mother for what she is,
I should love and respect every creature on the planet for what they are,
Love everyone because that is our quality.....
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
hAVE mERCY. fOR eVERY fAULT i hAVE mADE. fOR eVERY wRONGDOING i hAVE cOMITTED. fOR eVERY uNJUST aND uNRIGHTEOUS dEED
i hAVE pARTAKEN iN. fORGIVE mE fOR eVERY uNHOLY aCTION i hAVE iMPLIMENTED
iN mY lIFE. sPARE mY sOUL.
aMEN,
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
Few years from now where you
Will be living a fulfilling life and
myself unruffled inhabiting the latent aura ,
Ouch!then smites the peripetia,
Ensuingly at a gratifying glance,
You see me,you merely remember me.
Your mind ponders but your eyes struck
as if it has a memory,but
at the very Perceptively
poising moment I see you,
my mind and eyes struck intimately,and
Satiable senses synergize momentarily,
while the other senses get numb.
Nothing travels in my mind,
no electrical impulses,it is as if I am meditating,
but my eyes gets emotional as if it bears an image.
It secretes the preserved fluid
that gravitates to my cheek,
where my hands scatter it along my face.
the years don't matter,even at the touch
of trance,you sprout from my thought.
The thoughts of partaken moments
vacillate in my mind,perhaps,
my senses don't work but
my heart works for you......
I love you for the millionth time,as
I say this it adds to another or nothing.
(A moment that happened for once,
never promised to happen twice nor hence,
but the fantasy pursues me thence,
the fantasy that pierces (me) )
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
Can thou of most unholy acts
Speak to the treachery that hath not
Been partaken, yet is still reality
To the delusional eyes that sink
Far far beneath thoust skull?
In what fashion of logic can thou
Speak to the degrees of infidelity
When thoust hand embraces on man's
Whilst your head lays upon another?
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
Although I too have forgotten my lines
today's celluloid seems to be shedding its script
the raw talent confers a lack of oomph.
Only my projection screen follows perfection.
I'm caught in a nitrate web,
with partaken beauty firing
my basement dreams,
onward choices amongst Colleen Moore
and Blanche Sweet
testifies professionalism spoke eloquently without words
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 12:34 PM UTC
Ill tempered she spews a trail of scorching flames
Dancing upon my flesh to the bittersweet tune of revenge
Streaks of treacherous agony hinder the walls of my arteries
Rupturing my veins with ghastly lullabies of a tasteless quality
A screeching echo of necrosis reverberates off my bones
Searing through the various networks of my cerebellum
Eating away at every layer of tissue with fierce vehemence
Bashing against my skull in a series of catastrophic head quakes
Until my ears cry waterfalls of scarlet tragedies from my eardrums
No level of mercy could shun the wages of sin that my body has partaken
The icy, cold kiss of the razor, sharp teeth piercing my neck belonged to
None other than the mysterious, velvet dragon herself wanting nothing more
Than to humiliate and slay me with a passion so lethal it could crack hearts
What I did to become a helpless victim to this horrendous act of ignorance
I have but not one clue but I accept my death with great bravery and honor
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 4:41 AM UTC
While through my life I'm numbers counting
of every qualm that I'm surmounting,
'twill serve me well to stay reminding
that I've partaken of the binding.
A binding strength of faith-in-motion;
A binding source of pure devotion:
'I'll walk this road with you, my dear...
And we will conquer mortal fear! '
Living life with eager haste
Trying moments not to waste
I reflect in calm reminding,
'I've partaken of the binding!
A binding of my heart to hers;
A binding love that passion stirs...
With you, my dear, I'll live to see
what God has planned for you and me! '
While in the pains of living death
if gasping for a hopeful breath
it gives me life to stay reminding
that I've partaken of the binding!
A binding purpose for my trying!
A binding force to silence crying!
'With you, my love, I'll make it home...
And nevermore will anguish roam! '
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
I opened them up just slightly, then in haste I departed
there creases and all that was inside spilt upon the floor.
I learnt from my first mistake, this wasn't the first time I had
opened one up. But the realization over took my needing and
what was within expelled so much held within,
mistaking what was and now spilt on the surroundings.
The next time I emptied them gently in to the tub,
I was slightly strange but I preferred to cut two open then
miss them in essence, I was hungry for what they had to give
and once I had my fill I discarded then to the side lingering
in a mess of what once was and what was partly tasted
sodden in the essence I had partaken to envelope them both in.
A few days later I had a taste for something different,
so I delved my knife into it. So seductive to watch
it break upon the skin, I scraped upon it and I licked
the knife like it was a lolly pop weeping essence on
my tongue. Then I spread it on the other then I lacerated
cutting it with a blunt knife, lusting the feel on my palm.
Do you know how long it takes to cut deep with a blunt
instrument. Time, and I adored the pleasure of the misery that
I felt when I finally ****** through from front to aft. I put the
blade down, and that piece that had became singular was now
digested within myself and it was salty going down. I ******
cereal every morning the aroma when descending exquisite.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
Escape from captivity pulled off
when I came of age
boyhood begrudged,
and bested by brigandage,
but willpower sans declaration
of independence begot bravery
against British brutes
bridging caper (involving collusion)
to bust loose from cage,
and trappings forcibly to plunder artworks
and sculpted treasures
by classical masters
without causing damage
taught by professional thieves
requiring minimal equipage
whereat over time footage
sordid memory constantly replayed
plunder and pillage unwittingly
fostering getaway
from hell raising gambits
planting seed to gauge
optimal instance cut footloose
cutting dashing Dickensian goniff
to feign criminal shenanigans
running rampant with militant spunky gangs
"FAKING" das spies zing
trumpeting hostage killing
and taking, nonetheless
swallowing bitter pill
reeking havoc as honorable image
in order to survive
within world wide
web of criminals (especially
an unwelcome foreigner),
where skills as buccaneer
really put to test, and tried
maximum lawlessness partaken
in (dolled up) guise suppressing shied
pitifull looking indigent vagabond
self away by donning
"FAKE" whippersnapper
benefiting getting to sally and ride
always exuding patriotic pride
pleasing ghosts of founding fathers
against their autonomy from
crown weathering woe be chide
recrimination impossible
to enforce as bride
of Lady Liberty opened arms for those,
who made dangerous journey
across avast ocean
only to confront (whodunit) thuggery
this lifestyle ****** looting,
and burning WITHOUT choice,
but guilt aye didst abide.
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Retrospective many generations since
marking birth of a nation
(The United States of America),
now mecca, sans land of milk and honey
current president imposed antithetical ration!
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
The watchful gaze shone down,
and then the blade, deep and swift…
Made even gentle bloodied sunrise,
too terrifying for my eyes
Days in hiding came to nights where,
sleep superfluous, I slept not…
Until I shed that sacrificial skin,
now poisoned, now unholy, now thin
And seeing it no longer as my own,
I marveled at its hoary creeds, barnacles…
Its gruesome rust of well-intentioned lusts,
turned water swift to clinging mud
Now free of age, of sins partaken,
a naked Adam in a sweet garden…
Timeless, weightless, a sanctity of soul,
natural man, new-made, now whole
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
the ritual
was draped
in ember
assemblage of eyes
watched-- so curious,
but oblivious
purging
in the flickering fire,
it wasn't
a campfire
for the ancestry of sorrow,
it was
where crimson sap
partaken in abundance—
from their own slaughter of Caesalpinia,
never could quench
the history
of rueful roots
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
It seems that only enormous longing makes me to contemplate on you but not the moments of self-happiness,
Because when I am happy by myself I don't think about anyone or anything,
But do I want the happiness that doesn't include you?,
Antithesis is that enormous longing accrued over a period of time becomes suffering,
but I am absolutely happy to live this suffering which comes along with longing,
Because the moments of longing that thinks and yearn for you makes me much more blissful than moments of happiness that comes without you...
albeit the moments of longing are suffering...
I am willing to go through all the pain that comes along with your contemplations,partaken moments...
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
Sweet opus, sweeter hope
Anger in the same, of a friends stare?
Sent from here to eternity, a chastity's cope
Through the eyes of friendship, we know a care...
Sentiment of challenges, asked to contain
A laugh of days long austerity
The grace or the cramp of resolve, to maintain
A hopeful live and let it be known, the choice of a vanity
Sweet hope, sweeter opus
Set to livid forces, we sake a chance meeting
With advancing judgment, of a seemingly national cause
Set to living days, a blow of wind with time for a friend?
Prayers are said
Patience be a column of repose, livid even as tears stream
Plied eyes should, a careful need for what was lead
Persuasion of a courtesy, that has become a pet demon...
Pretty invaders, in particularity's cloth, seconds of dress
That are formal, that are fiendish?
To make no mistake about a hateful lip, heard in the God bless
Of the moment partaken, where a silent mention of a wish...
Is a brazen cough, of psyche and dismay...
Taken to reality; for a simpler have, and orchestration
How is a waiting hour, the only way to seek a smile from a stranger?
Answering the question, a priest indicates if hell to pay, is our destination...
Secrets of watches, of the teary night
None to lay, and become a knight of persuasion asking ways
Of a reason beyond silence, the order of dread to a wishful right
Right about now, a marriage has looked, and seen times bell mays
Power of the named
And the cursing of prowess, to understate the privilege
Will a careful lip understand the notion, of a particular shame?
Setting love before justice, is a reality of gestures for life, or a ******
Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 1:26 AM UTC
Under this white sheet of purity and love
Our warm bodies meet with so much longing and want
Mind-blowing desires we feel cannot be hidden
Forces of nature should be partaken.
Turning my back now,
you slowly sneak your arms around my curves
Resting your face on my slender neck
Smelling my sweet scent of talc and milk.
Engulfing me with your warmth and love
Legs imprisoning me as you press your hard body to mine
While trailing kisses that brought chills down my spine.
As your hands tenderly touching me in the right places
I moaned and shouted your name in ecstasy and release
You covered my mouth with soft, unhurried kisses
Preventing the sound that you so selfishly created, but drowned.
Now, I forced my eyes to stay close
Savoring the moments and the contentment it brought
But this **** eyes are opening, and as I turned my head around
I saw a pillow without a crown.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
It seems that only enormous longing makes me to contemplate on you not the moments of happiness,
Because when I am happy I don't think about anyone or anything,
But do I want the happiness that doesn't include you?,
Antithesis is that enormous longing accrued over a period of time becomes suffering,
but I am absolutely happy to live this suffering that comes along with longing,
Because the moments of longing that thinks and yearn for you makes me much more blissful than moments of happiness that comes without you...
albeit the moments of longing are suffering...
I am willing to go through all the pain that comes along with your contemplations,partaken moments...
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
For this day lay sudden undeathly amongst much life ' love. That if us too beloved bards be as one upon this plane, what greatness hast been to humanity. Shakespeare O Shakespeare, here wilt this life bear our sweetest love? With the spirit of troves hereby truity, what would be of thy rave. I thank thee for such guidance in these arts, more so bestow by whom speakth by the frequencies of the frame. These verses etch'd in stone mayst grind this Earth with goodness. For that even in future, man is evil and his content is low, he hath the word of the bard. To day things be not so slim that man mayst do things he canst not limn but it is by nature his grace is holy. Be it the painter, calligrapher, sculptor, and so the musician- all things lie great for these men and women with anyway they are to be in tune. I thank all wordsmiths of this phaseless art. All whom partaken in the arts fine and fair, I hope it remains a subtle way. Should this form not go astray no matter the one. It should forevermore be for the greater good of the Kosmos, the greater good of mortal life. To beyond is possible by the word or by the sound of tether'd consciousness. This is not all, more is all and we hast yet more. In this time I taketh it as mine. I remember O Shakespeare, I remember thee. Worrit not for relevance of thy excellence, it is eternal and is to be. As thou saith; 'To be or not to be' I in this frame saith but the same, 'of or of not' so shall it be known. This world without the bitterness of poetry is a world void. The verses spew'd by this passion art noble, gentle, but fierce to where no ordinaries canst trod. Only those with the light of the greatest substances of spirit so genuine. Shakespeare o gallant one, rest...rest upon thy crypt. By thy word rest easy and if so the world is sway'd in cause of man's ego and rage I shall soothe thy stone long the crescent moon above that fluoresces god's acre. Mine thanks Shakespeare, thou hast mine thanks. For us all I'll keep poetry and true lit alive for the greater good of humanity, for the sake of salience.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
Love?
Thought I felt it yet it fled away.
I question it now.
What do I love?
I love my family,
I love my friends.
But what of that other love?
The fairy tale one which I believe I've never partaken in.
But when I hold you,
You say "love me".
I give you the biggest squeeze and agree.
All the love I need is in your arms,
Your laugh,
Your smile,
I may not be "in love" but I feel closer than ever before.
I love that kinda love.
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
In my life, never did I've regretted my decisions
For I knew what I was doing to my life
Or at least I pretended to;
Now, those simple plea of my Mother years ago
All those advices and sweet words, I've never listened
Came crashing every faith I have in me
Drowning me in realizations
Why did I not listened to her?
What have I done to myelf- to my life?
The inevitable is now clear
Those stubbornness I possess
Leaded me to my story now- lost and helpless;
For never did I knew I've lost my path back home
When I kept on chasing after dead dreams my heart seeks- without looking back;
And never listened to the words of wisdom my Mother partaken for me;
Now, having no accomplishments only regrets
I slowly drift back to the place my heart belongs
Where my Mother awaits for my return
And welcomes me once more.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC