"peaceably" poems
***Creatively enticing,
profoundly sensual
boundlessly experienced,
cryptically presumptive
inordinately exclusive
effusively lavished,
anesthetized or blatant
allusive beyond ethereal,
metaphorically inferred
criminal insanity
disquiet midst agitation,
peaceably surrendered
illustriously polished
or indubitably raw
fruitful to a fault - -
in reciprocity's glory be
quenches thirst,
satiates a hunger
flourished midst ink's
designed grandeur,
poetry never fails to thrive,
tripping the light fantastic
in its exuberant offering***
Seize the power
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC
it started with tea and amber eyes.
we watched as the rain fell, pattering against the window as the trees swayed under the direction of the wind.
just relaxing together against the pillows and breathing in chai and petrichor in kind.
they didn’t speak my words, nor i theirs.
but for a while, we were happy.
when they left, I didn’t cry.
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it started with a bus and eyes like whiskey.
we cuddled on the drive while watching the antics of our friends, laughing as they teased us.
just enjoying each others presence and smiling together.
we knew we spoke different words, but that was fine.
they found someone else's words to breathe.
they had their sky and engines.
i had my books and stars.
we parted as friends, having beautifully, briefly, shared a world.
you cannot grieve what you did not cherish, and my eyes stayed dry.
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it started with music and eyes like the sea when it's clear.
we talked til we were hoarse and learned about our hopes and dreams, the things we love.
just learned and learned until we couldn’t hold anymore in our heads.
i spoke their words and they spoke mine.
but our dialects were different, and the accents of our thoughts made it difficult to understand.
in the end, the language barrier was too much, and we could no longer talk.
this time the tears fell, this time it hurt.
but eventually, peaceably, the heart moved on.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
We The People
Sailed the same course
Some willingly
Some by force
We The People
A document to inform
A more perfect Union
To weather any storm
No more kings
No more oppression
No taxation
Without representation
Checks and balances
And the rule of law
Mitigating injustices
Safe harbor for all
The secular trinty
President, Congress, Court
Not one above the other
Veto, fiat, tort
Our common interest
Of defense
With liberty
And justice
Our common tranquility
And general welfare
A union
With resources to share
American rights
And protection
From a despotic government
Or an insurrection
Free to worship my God
Or your God
Freedom to find God
Or deny any God
Open discourse
Speaking my mind
And yours
However unkind
Collective grievances
Peaceably petitioned
We walk together
But never threatened
To bear arms
For our security
Never being forced
To quarter unwillfully
To remain secure
In our sanctuary
Unless presented
With writ of entry
Neither held
Absent habeas corpus
Or loss of property
Unless agreed by us
Or forced to testify
To contradict our own denials
Or brought forward
In duplicitous trials
To face our accuser
In much haste
Represented by counsel
Our peers decide our fate
Not one but twelve
Examining the facts
Brought forward
But only this court acts
Reasonable recompense
For fine or bail
Cruel or unusual retribution
Shall not avail
An enumeration
Merely provides illumination
But within the penumbra
Reveals more freedom
That is self-evident
No list or count
Exists to encumber
Or restriction to surmount
A union has formed
But sacred remains the individual
The tyranny of the majority
Is not permissible
A living breathing document?
Or static words unbending?
Even as we amend
Change never ending
Open to interpretation
If you see a right
But others may disagree
There may be a fight
The spirit of intent
Is there to see
Freedom to choose
Secured by liberty
We The People
A sacred quest
We The People
No more no less
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 10:29 AM UTC
i'm a straight curve. burning cool **** and nothing opened breathtaking shutters peaceably. i flexed shattered notions and crepitus crept sundripping ****** a feminine spark ferociously naked. between her ******* i'm god.h!
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 12:47 PM UTC
You come to me and smile,
chasing my fears
into the corners of my mind
where I can not reach them
even if I try.
And you comfort me
when you see
traces of tears on my face.
You are like an eagle’s shadow
gliding peaceably
across my consciousness,
caressing the fluttering
of my emotions
with the quivering of your wings.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
In my ancient age, I foresee, I will be happier
I will be happy in your sweet companionship
It will be all smiles with grandchildren o'ours
So happy will be our marriage, I tell you dear
Tender & soft along with all our time aplenty
We will leave this life to sleep away peaceably
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
*Cut me, leach this tumor within me
it has festered into a separate entity
with its own blood supply
grown overbearing in its voracity
taking up more space each day
edging me out of the picture entirely
seems as though it'll devour me whole
dismemberment appears imminent
I'm only afraid of what I'll find
a face similar to mine with two heads
a cancer of your caliber, eating me alive
cold, ruthless treachery of no denial
ancestral antecedent, I'd prefer it dead
set fire to your name in vain
demon feasting decades after
it will never surrender peaceably*
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 5:40 AM UTC
The subtle glowing cave,
Walls humming softly with the energy
of ideas waiting to be born.
Whispers wafting from
space to paradoxical space,
drifting peaceably and holding
the awaiting moment by the hand.
This quiet dance soothes the soul,
calms the senses,
and restores the heart.
The gentleness of this equilibrium is
so delicate,
so fragile,
that it is often overlooked...
Until in a flash, a boom, a blink-
The offspring of the mind races forth
and disrupts the movement.
The translucent child
runs to and fro,
playing joyously amid the
vast expanse of matter
and exploring all of its wonderland.
It cries out in a loud voice,
for no other reason than to hear itself.
And runs, just to feel itself running.
If the child is noticed,
if the space gives it room to run and yell,
to be and to play,
then it grows.
It grows and forms.
It becomes complex and
more alive,
gaining depth and body
along with age and possibility.
The no-longer child
becomes full and real over time.
Gratefully accepting the space it has been given
and boldly asking for more
until it innocently consumes all.
Then,
Its impossible to ignore.
The cave becomes too small,
and the no-longer child must be let free.
It must be spoken of,
acted on, and lived out.
It must be accepted into other caves,
being reborn in the same manner as before,
but quicker, with more intensity,
it begins to spread.
It must.
It must be loved by some, and hated by few.
It must challenge traditions with the desire to recreate.
It must.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
We The People
Sailed the same course
Some willingly
Some by force
We The People
A document to inform
A more perfect Union
No matter the storm
No more kings
No more oppression
No more taxation
Without representation
Checks and balances
And the rule of law
Mitigating injustices
Safe harbor for all
The secular trinty
President, Congress, Court
Not one above the other
Veto, fiat, tort
Our common interest
Our common defense
Our common liberty
Our common justice
The domestic tranquility
And the general welfare
The pursuit of happiness
And the resources we share
Civil rights
And our protection
From a despotic government
Or an insurrection
Free to worship my God
Or your God
Freedom to find God
Or deny any God
Open discourse
Speaking your mind
You have an opinion
However unkind
Collective grievances
Peaceably petitioned
We walk together
But never threatened
To bear arms
For our security
Or being forced
To quarter unwillfully
To remain secure
In our sanctuary
Unless presented
With writ of entry
Neither held
Absent habeas corpus
Or loss of property
Unless agreed by us
Never forced to testify
To contradict our denials
Or brought forward
In duplicitous trials
To face our accuser
In much haste
Represented by counsel
Our peers decide our fate
Not one but twelve
Examining the facts
We are brought forward
But only this court acts
Reasonable recompense
For fine or bail
Cruel or unusual retribution
Shall not avail
The enumeration
Provides illumination
But within the penumbra
Shadows suggest freedom
What is self-evident
Requires no list or count
Nothing to encumber
Or restriction to surmount
A union has formed
But sacred remains the individual
The tyranny of the majority
Is never permissible
A living breathing document?
Or construction unbending?
But as we amend
Change is never ending
Open to interpretation
If you see a right
Others may disagree
Who can see the light?
The spirit of intent
For all to see
Freedom to choose
Secured by liberty
We The People
A sacred quest
We The People
No more no less
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
Sitting up late at night
Alone with my thoughts
Reflection mainly with a little bit of self torture
Taking responsibility for the mistakes I've made
Things I'd said that hurt others
Being inconsiderate of someone's heart
It wasn't just the bumps in the night that kept me awake
It was everything that I felt regret for
The walls I had built had started to break
Seeds of regret had been ignored for too long
Allowed to grow into inner demons
That robbed me of sleep
Stolen from me my inner peace
Sitting up late at night
Every night wondering
Will I ever fall asleep peaceably?
Will I ever be free
Of the demons that rob me?
So used to, I am now
Of carrying these burdens and this baggage with me
I wonder if I would ever know how to act
Without them breaking down my back
A sad world we live in
That just being a man
Can break you and keep you from something as natural as sleep
The wrongs we've committed and the regrets that we keep
Never forgotten but maybe forgiven
One day
Until then
I will sit up late at night
Spending time with a demon named regret
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC
Dear reader, always remember that it takes far more effort to live peaceably and happily with those whom we live closely with than to achieve some "perfect" relationship with those with whom we do not live. The reason is quite simple and should be easily remedied if we apply ourselves to the task. Those whom we think we know but live not with seem perfect to us since we are unable to detect their flaws. If we should live near them or in the same dwelling with them for a brief time, how swiftly would those foibles be manifested to us and likewise ours to them.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
tranquility filled
a softly sung
soliloquy
enticing me to believe ~
freely as a summer’s
honey bee
lighting daintily from
flowering bush
to fruiting tree ~
peaceably intriguing
the cool blue sea
invited we
three fishies darted playfully
over my toes
and around my knee ~
you smiled at me ~
it pleased me to see /
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
Quite simple really:
the operation,
to remove the thoughts
from my head,
and the heart
from your heaving chest,
and for now on
it will be that much easier
to act as one,
now that you’ve got my mind,
on you, and your heart
is mine.
Those days
the sun is sparse,
and nights
the cold is long,
will dissolve;
as our separation.
No longer the cliffs, and crags
of deep, thoughtful tumult
shall haunt my fissures;
only illumined rays of creation,
likened to empty lungs’
love of inspiration to remain.
Nor shall the cushion of pins,
trickling the wealth of blood
from your soul to its body,
feel another ***** or pang;
as its sewn into my love, our life
eternally refilled; wholeness again.
And so our planes; similarly
as i’ve got the heart from you,
and you’ve got the mind of me,
allowing us to be; most peaceably,
the best of both sides of infinity,
you are i, and i am we
replacing the time, indefinitely,
too many thoughts of you,
and too much love for me,
removing the lines separating infinity.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
All these self-inflicted rules
are ripping off your existence,
making you a box, chained up,
in some rusting cage.
Anna, I know people aren't all that pretty.
I won't forget when we sketched mankind.
He was too fat to move, too drunk to talk,
and too proud to back down.
But do you really think you need the rules,
to keep yourself superfucking cool?
I've ****** on your fingers,
I've listened to your secrets,
I promised I wouldn't fall in love with you,
but of late, I decided that was a dumb rule.
Anna, we were made for straight lines.
The circles will only sink us into the ground.
Progression, constant evolution,
patterns and conditioning are for the typicals.
I want halycon evenings,
just talking peaceably under the blanket,
and if we recieve an invitation,
no matter where it's to,
there we'll go.
A collective soul isn't impossible.
It is only reserved for the least
frightened amongst us.
Unchain yourself,
Anna.
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 11:45 AM UTC
It could have been dirtier if I had not shot myself,
After being disheartened by a cheating wife.
Now you might ask what dirtier than blood on the ceiling,
Even dirtier than a bullet through my lower jaw?
Yes I answer.
If I had chosen to stay alive,
And fix the matter once & for all.
If I had barged into her privacy,
Into the indecent incandescence.
If I had not shot myself,
And had shot them both.
Then my honour would have suffered,
Court martial is far worse than that.
I was tired from killing terrorists,
And I loved her too much to hurt her.
Even so, had I not promised her dad,
That I'll care about her just as he did.
And, had I not promised her mother,
That I'll hurt her never ever ever...?
So I chose the easier way,
I just shot myself dead.
Now she'll live peaceably,
And even I will definitely.
Not worrying about what they say,
Not worrying about the government,
Not worrying about the nation now.
I just hope my buddies will take care,
Of their own & the national security.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
We The People
Sailed the same course
Some willingly
Some by force
Our Constitution
A document to inform
A more perfect Union
To weather any storm
No more kings
No more oppression
No taxation
Without representation
Checks and balances
And the rule of law
Mitigating injustices
Safe harbor for all
The secular trinty
President, Congress, Court
Power to be divided
Veto, fiat, tort
Our common interest
Of self defense
With liberty for all
And justice for any offense
Our common tranquility
And general welfare
A more perfect union
Our resources we share
American rights
And protection
From a despotic government
Or an insurrection
To worship my God
And you yours
Even to deny him
Our right secures
Open discourse
To speak out loud
We must be heard
Not follow the crowd
Collective grievances
Peaceably petitioned
We walk together
But never threatened
To bear arms
For our security
Never being forced
To quarter unwillfully
To remain secure
In our sanctuary
Unless presented
With writ of entry
Neither held
Absent habeas corpus
Or loss of property
Without payment to us
Never forced to testify
To contradict our denials
Or brought forward
In duplicitous trials
To face our accuser
In much haste
Represented by counsel
Our peers hands to be placed
Not just one but twelve
Examining the facts
Brought forward to be sworn
But only this court acts
Reasonable recompense
For fine or bail
Cruel or unusual retribution
Shall not avail
An enumeration
Provides illumination
But within the penumbra
Exists more freedom
From God or self-evident
There is no list or count
None to encumber
None to surmount
A union has formed
But sacred the individual
The tyranny of the majority
Is never permissible
A living breathing document?
Or static words unbending?
Even as we amend
Change never ending
Open to interpretation
If you see a right
Others may disagree
There may be a fight
The spirit of intent
Is there to see
Freedom to choose
Secured by liberty
We The People
A sacred quest
We The People
Freedom will never rest
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
They came in droves; they came to see the body of the beast – Full dressed, immobile mystery, peaceably deceased. In life this person mortified the body politic; In death his visage could not hide those deeds that made us sick..
Who have we here on a simple bier laid out for all to see? Someone whom everyone would fear were Death to set him free. Alas, the wicked do not last beyond the chains of death; Nor do we need a fresh forecast ..........as evil relives breath.
This person was poison to young and old; ...........Rich and poor were hoodwinked; In many matters he seemed bold, His crimes were clearly linked.
At his wake the tears shed were tears of thankful joy, Glad we were this man was dead, no longer to annoy.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping ******* plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian
puppeteer pygmy, peevishly ***** plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,
parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving
perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements
projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging
packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish
psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic
protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist,
polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic
postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache,
peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious
puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial
principles, plenty public parking, purposefully
promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing
paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters,
profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball
players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional
palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling,
proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating
phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote
phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting
paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating
phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place
purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
there are many tribes;
some, will live peaceably
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
The winds blowing
Can you hear what I hear
A song
From the one
Who created the sun
Softly He whispers in the wind
A melody
Soothing your spirit within
Gently moving peaceably
Around your being
Letting you know
I Am is here
Just be still
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
the sequence requires a temporal pretense,
thusly prescribing time to thoughts that i tend to frequently frequent,
learning to liken my notions to pen strokes, ascensive.
harmonizing with the world, instead of agonizing over it,
prosperous from this defective preemptive pension.
remaining aggressively pensive, and peaceably gamboling,
towards a dangerously receptive conscious-less contemplation.
never unrelenting with the questioning, iron-fisted in the leavening.
perpending, then comprehending viable praxis and cognation.
flirting with what i initially anticipated, practicing diurnal satiation.
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC
Generalized ********
anatomically anomaly.
Undoubtedly, indubitably,
masagonistic managomy.
Peaceably, restricting me,
consequently bare.
Panoramic, parasitic,
encompassing stare.
Romantically constipated,
embarrassing bore.
Grossly, morosely,
simplistic *****
Wheedling, needling,
nasally voice.
Halitosis, boisterous,
unrealistic choice.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC