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David Hilburn May 2023
Wasp addendum
More than out of and
Quote the finality, well to avoid...
A sting that churched a brassy man

Wasp substantial
Adding the heed, of couth and comparison
Does a reach for time, understand arousal?
Quiet time searching for youth, that knows the question...

Wasp divine
Kiss and kindred, the tools of solemn tone?
Enchastened with a host, too cursory to be orders vision
We hear the spoil of the wind, become a new loan

Wasp merciful
Craving a thought, to tell a tale kept
By the unity we foresaw, a heard bliss still...
Was a chance meeting with a yearning fate, bereft?

Wasp earthen
Where souls intertwine, the taste of home
Is a careful wish, foreseen in the earning?
Or should might, take the time to intend guidance as done?

Wasp witnesses
The tow of commonness, in the voice of salutations
Memory served, the break of justice in a winds shade
Here to fore, timidity is a challenge, for a truer intuition...
Banal was a little more off the top, than a cloud could handle.
Maggie Jan 2014
I am a mystery of the earth
Created by the imagination of children
and yet I am real
The world teaches me to be questioned
by those who don't believe
turtles show me wisdom
sharks, survival
I hide like an octopus, blending into my surroundings
to keep me out of the naked eye
***** teach me how to defend myself
and whales teach me patiences
I travel with dolphins, and have fun on the beach
I appear to humans rarely, but only for their minds to wonder what they have seen
I live at ease but often in fear, because the world has changed through out the years
I don't know where Im going, but I know I am the only Mermaid left to keep the world wondering.
I feel her mind moving with mines
At ten miles per hour peeking out from heaven in twilight, here, time is frozen but I'm still focus gliding my hands on her body I want her to notice my bedroom eyes don't wanna be lonely certainly I need her to fill my lungs keep me awake in this bed spend the night with me again don't leave cause I wanna remember your name so I can love you again my beautiful,
The only thing I want is happiness, passion, patiences, excitement, love, and bedroom eyes at twelve o clock that's pm so don't you move I wanna take your picture don't you move I wanna keep you warm in these blankets skin on skin completely  naked deep in conversations again, again, and again unit the morning sun rises into inspiration baby the wait is over seriously we're moving upward timely
Little by little cause of bedroom eyes days to nights everything likes alright nothing seems to be lost not this time no goodbyes
Its forever you and I
And bedroom eyes
Leave it to me in no disguise
Forever fortunate
I want love like how I remember it
Nostalgic May 2020
HATE AGAINST SELF-HATE

Convictions from your neighbor
Parents always find new problems to address
Nocturnal thoughts usher everything you did wrong
Everything you can’t obtain yet obsess
And there’s nothing like being reminded of your most cunning regrets

But you know what
It’s alright

It’s alright to not have your crush crush over you
To only have two of your 2000 followers actually tell you the truth
Like your post and send genuine messages below your texts after retweeting “we love you”

It’s alright
To not have a flat stomach
And skip a day of bathing now and then
To have a long list of contacts and have  more than 100 view your status but to only have one on your speed dial that you call a friend

Hey listen, it’s alright
To spend days in bed, alone
To switch of your data and switch it on a day later to no messages or missed calls and question the real reason you have a phone

To completely **** at social media
And have the oldest version of WhatsApp and actually deplete your data on tumblr, google searches and checking updates on Wikipedia
To spend months indoors, hey!
Better the chances of your survival if listeriosis decides to be airborne
To use twitter for the free ****

Don’t worry yourself
It’s alright
To actually be the real deal photographer when overnight picture takers already make money and you don’t
To not have the retro vans
In black and white
Or the adidas tracksuit pants with protruding stripes
You don’t have to lie about living your best life if your just the best at just living life

It’s alright
You don’t have to have 100 pictures on your Instagram
You can just use it until your crush posts about their break up
So you can go back to saying how ****** men are
How they can’t value you because you laugh at your own jokes
Simply because no one is around to say, that’s the third time now Grace
That while other girls have **** collections you have a meme collection

Baby girl it’s alright
To have Nicki Minaj’s album cover have you question the beauty of the girl in the reflection
Or how you don’t look like Beyoncé after you pointed at her hairstyle in the saloon
How you don’t know what it is that stops you from loving yourself the way you claim to with #Snack and #Mood on your Twitter

It’s called escapism, socially enticed envy and identity disphoria darling
You know what it is now so stop crying whenever your phone is off
Going live on Instagram and having two viewers and no comments is alright

In fact it’s completely fine
It’s alright
To be the way you are right now
To keep a healthy diet because you want to see what asparagus will do to your taste buds
It’s nasty by the way so stick to McDonald’s chips and Nando’s fresh buns ohh the white powder!!!
Why choose to starve yourself and master the catwalk when the runway isn’t calling
Why trip over love when you don’t remember falling
Why entertain rude guys to keep a social life when your solitude was never boring
Why complicate your life when you slept easier knowing your phone could be off but they called you simple
Now they have no words of comfort to crutch you when their shallow thoughts are the reason you’re socially crippled
Braam is dope
Pretoria is amazing
Rosebank is fantastic
but pizza at home with choc chipped ice cream watching the Avengers is just something

It’s alright bro
Six pack for who
I know brothers chiseled from iron that still get the flu
My crooked smile does wonders
These broad shoulder looking men that skip leg day are going through a stage
I personally go to the gym to outrun a dog that escaped from its cage

It’s alright fam
You are not the same
And that’s something great
As a kid you said you wanted to be different
You’re finally here
The next time you’re invited to a Braai
While others offer expectations, mediocrity and FOMO because they can’t wait
You’ll bring innovation, uniqueness, patiences and a true definition of what a human being is overflowing on your plate

It’s alright
Stay real!
Stop hating yourself, it’s detrimental and chaotic. It will take you to a deep trench you will spend your life trying to dig yourself out of. It’s hereditary
Gabriel Jan 2014
The most elegantly glimpsed aptness of blue,
So colorfully unique in it's intending,
Of the brightest pastels found inside the Louvre,
In the depth of the sky in it's ever mending.

A cascading stain above as the dawn breaks,
A changing shade away from night brings a warming tone,
The vastness of profundity only seen in Great lakes,  
These dripping streams of patiences are not yet overblown.

A color we bleed when we need a companion,
The tint we see in oceans at the eye's length,
And fills the sky on the most stunning day in the Grand Canyon,
The deepest blues are seen in weakness and less in strength.

A chagrining emotional torrent coursing to a commotion,
Water flies above as airy type materialization,
Seeing spirits crushed by the weight of a winter squall Atlantic ocean.
But reveals a illusive blue when in a frozen glaciation,

The most beautiful blue is so intrinsic,
Like the inner part of the flame burning insistent,
But with far more life that is so simplistic,
Whereas my life without blue is nonexistent.
Colm Feb 2020
I cannot satisfy myself with flowers
Out of fear of never seeing the trees
Swim in puddles
When I know that I ought to dance in the ocean
Selfishly, I'm not sorry now
Though I may once have been
If you are niether as tall or as deep as these
But I want no wattage less than sunshine
No new life born of less than me
You will learn this quickly, perhaps
That I am a proud and patient sort of being
Maybe she was right to give me that nickname... Welp. OK.
Anais Vionet Oct 2023
In realms of cyberspace, I fly
searching out treasures in disguise
skirting advertised merchandise
the ordinary, the overemphasized
to anatomize the marginalized
values overlooked otherwise
on the dusty, neglected, virtual aisles
of small sites not over-commercialized
or google ranked and over-publicized
some unexpected payoffs materialize
glittering swag, patiences prize
“Oh, my God - Look!” I vocalize
My girlfriends can’t believe their eyes
“You can find anything,” they surmise.
oguh stanley Dec 2014
You came into my life when I needed you the most
You offered me your heart,your support and held me so close.
You guided me out of all my misery
You cared, you listened and you set all of my worries free
You gave me strength when I was weak
You reached for my hand to guided me back on my feet.
You offered me your shoulder when I need to cry
You encouraged me to stay strong and to always try.
You are like a sweet angel from the sky
You bring me so much joy and you lift my spirits so high.
You always were the one that stood by me
You assured me how beautiful my life could be.
You took away all of my pain and sadness
You gave me hope and showed patiences
and erased my sorrows and madness.
You have captured my heart and soul
You are what I need you know
You are truly my very best
You stand out above the rest.
You really mean the world to me
You are everything what true love should be.
You are not only my friend and lover
You are the one that I want to be with forever.
You are truly my one soul mate
You are my destiny,my life and my everything
Five pounds a day, pay
five pounds a week B&B; with dinner thrown in for free
and twenty pounds a week for me.
Result,
drunkenness more or less
and carousery down by the sea.

'71 long gone but ships and cargoes linger on in dockyards spent of full employment
and there is no enjoyment to be had by thinking of those bad decisions made.
Ghosts laid to rest
and memories test the patiences of greater men than I.

Where have the stevedores all gone?
Containerised,
and everyone moved on
except for me
I stand beside the open sea
waiting for the ships to come home
to old stevedores like me.
devante moore Mar 2015
I paint it
How I want it
With words
Verbs and synonyms
A masterpiece in the making
But it's delayed by frustration
The lack of patiences
It's so easy to mess up a line
Back to the lab again
Got to fine the right line that rhymes
The colors have to be in synch
Or it'll drive me crazy I'm on the brink of taking the painting an jumping off the edge
The thought of it not looking right makes me lose sleep
Before Its done often I start on another work of art
It's hard to put your heart in it with then ventricles are separated in parts
I want the panting to be remembered
My creativity has no bound
But its bound by me wanting the panting to be better then the last
That doesn't sound right in my head
Delete, Erase
I paint the painting back white
And start all over again
Let's get back to the basic
Sometimes a magnificent work of art
Can be as simple as black and white
Mitchell Nov 2014
She
Is the last phrase
To my
Poetry
Phase

She lists
All my
Ingredients

When I think
Of Love
Before
And
After Death...
I think
Of her, grinning mad
Like Kerouac Prose,
Dancing with the wild blue yonder,
Arms spread,
Soul mingling with Dylan's obscurity;
Patiences perturberness.

I ask my love
What her real name
Should be:
A name you'd never think
Of
In war, but a name
You'd think of
In war.

She dies with me
As we are birthed again
In
Another

Place.

She is my
Half.
I am her
Other.
We walk through the burning fields
Of doubtful fate,
Counting the four leafs,
Praising the stars.

I roll over and kiss
Her
Shoulder.
I dream of her,
Even when
I wish not to.
Talk to the sparrow for
He is
My friend...
He knows how I feel.
When you touch a memory
That was a memory
Before thee', there is nothing to do
But continue on
Doing'.

I reached for her
Over the smoldering rocks
Of
Anger and doubt.
I felt her fingers
Against mine.
I felt her breath
Rise up
My shaken spine.

I felt her.
Stephen Leacock Sep 2018
The two of stars using the color green
The blue of stars makes the message seen
The gray that requires patiences for the message to be seen.
Using the digital system for magick this stream.
Keyana Brown Dec 2020
~It's tough to say that
I am afraid of the future
many souls want to leave
out their lovely homes
cold, empty, and spacious.


~It's people like me
who hide behind
the blankets that's
oderous even after
sobbing and
contemplating.


~After a while
I sit back
and don't relax
as my brain
tries to drain
out every sorrow
that I have where
my leaky eyes
can drown itself.


~My grandmother's soul
decided to find a new home
somewhere spacious and lively
patiencently she waits for the
right time and place
before her soul left she never
let time rush her life or her
way of telling people how
to be patient saved her.


~Her soul is not sorry
for her dissapearence
but she is grateful
for how long she spent
with the patiences she had
after many years.


~Yesterday as I
hid under my blanket of misery
I felt so ungracious
for being impatient
with her soul leaving
her home, her family, and life
all behind when in reality
the soul just wanted to
start a new journey.
~
This poem goes to my grandma, Jonnie Mae.
Rest well my beautiful and patience soul.

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