"peri" poems
AY, 'twas here, on this spot,
In that summer of yore,
Atalanta did not
Vote my presence a bore,
Nor reply to my tenderest talk "She had
heard all that nonsense before."
She'd the brooch I had bought
And the necklace and sash on,
And her heart, as I thought,
Was alive to my passion;
And she'd done up her hair in the style that
the Empress had brought into fashion.
I had been to the play
With my pearl of a Peri -
But, for all I could say,
She declared she was weary,
That "the place was so crowded and hot, and
she couldn't abide that Dundreary."
Then I thought "Lucky boy!
'Tis for YOU that she whimpers!"
And I noted with joy
Those sensational simpers:
And I said "This is scrumptious!" - a
phrase I had learned from the Devonshire shrimpers.
And I vowed "'Twill be said
I'm a fortunate fellow,
When the breakfast is spread,
When the topers are mellow,
When the foam of the bride-cake is white,
and the fierce orange-blossoms are yellow!"
O that languishing yawn!
O those eloquent eyes!
I was drunk with the dawn
Of a splendid surmise -
I was stung by a look, I was slain by a tear,
by a tempest of sighs.
Then I whispered "I see
The sweet secret thou keepest.
And the yearning for ME
That thou wistfully weepest!
And the question is 'License or Banns?',
though undoubtedly Banns are the cheapest."
"Be my Hero," said I,
"And let ME be Leander!"
But I lost her reply -
Something ending with "gander" -
For the omnibus rattled so loud that no
mortal could quite understand her.
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Pre
*City noise drowned by my ears.
Rays of sunlight passed through leaves.
As cool breeze blew my hair,
I realize, I really wasn't there.*
Peri
*Inoculation started with titanium tips;
I looked elsewhere and thought real deep.
Anesthesia sunk down in my cheeks.
My face feel numb with swollen lips.
I think my mind wandered far enough,
Little me saying "Hey, I'm tough."
But my tongue tasted blood and rust.
But hey, I still do give my trust.*
Post
*Continuously, he said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
While bringing it back, after taking the ivory.
The familiar scent of isopropyl filled the air.
He gave me a specimen of the ivory that I once took care.*
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
I'm periwinkle,
Peri, perry wrinkle.
Perry the platypus in a time wrinkle.
A blue growling platypus in a time-space wrinkle.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 4:02 PM UTC
PARI and Peri
Pari is Peri.
Pari is the short name
of Bollywood actress.
Peri is the
beautiful woman of
Persia myth.
Past woman
of London
not looks like 'PERI' !
The actress of
Mumbai film city
not looks like 'PERI.'
Pari is not Peri.
OK......for you !
for me
Peri is PARI and
Pari is also Peri !!!
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC
Great dreams
Crystal whispers
I never believed in
I played a thousand fantasies
my pet dragons' names weren't
original
neither were my aliases
Coriander
Evelyn
Beauty
Rose
but Peridot
came the closest to breathing
her and brother wizard
Jasper
died from an inability to care
I couldn't write emotion
yet
still the art eludes me
and I struggle creating the minds of
characters
so boring to interact with my own fabricated
males and females
maybe horses would be easier
to create
anthropomorphic equestrian creatures
proper ****** distortions
and voice affectations
unneeded
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
Oooh beatiful girl ma diamond ..u a my wifi coz i feel connections between me ad u...u a very extra hot like a hot Nandos peri peri chicken tht i hv 8tn.<3:-);-) i see u evn u are not thr.u make me feel so high tht i could talk to rain ............,,,,,,,,,but i will make sure tht if u dnt acept me i will tell ma parents
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
SHE IS FOREVER, SO HOW CAN I DIE? LOVE FOR ETERNITY, WHY WOULD I LIE? BEAUTIFUL CREATION FROM THE HEAVENLY SKY. SOMETIMES I HAVE TO ASK MYSELF WHY ME WHY? I GIVE IT ALL FOR HER, LOVELY, BREATH TAKING HEART. EARTH NOR ANYTHING COULD EVER TEAR US APART. SHE IS MY GODDESS I WILL SA Y IT AGAIN. RAIN OR SHIHE THIS WILL NEVER ******* END! MY WHO LIFE HAS BEEN DIFFERENT, OH THA T IS FOR SURE. IN THE TRANCE OF THE ABYSS MY SOUL WILL FOREVER LURE. THE MAGICAL GARDENS IN MY HEAD WILL FOREVER CURE. THE CATS AROUND THE GLOBE PER, PER, PERI DARKEST THOUGHTS IN MY MIND GLOW SO BRIGHT. VAMPIRES COME OUT TO PLAY AND THEY LOVE TO BITE. THE STARS IN SPACE WILL LIGHT UP THE NIGHT. US PEACEKEEPERS DON'T BELIEVE IN YOUR GOD **** FIGHTI I NAVIGATE THE SEA SO I CAN LEARN, YOU CAN NEVER BURN. AND WITH THE FLOW OF SOUND YOU CAN NOT DROWN. WIND BLOWS OF THE OCEAN, CHANNELS TO THE TREES. ALL THE WISDOM FROM OTHER WORLDS IS SHARED INSIDE OF ME. YOU BELIEVE IN EVIL SUCH A PITY WASTE OF FLESH. HUMANS ARE SO LOST WHAT A HORRIBLE MESS..
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
Restless slumber
Lying awake in your bed
My restless thoughts flutter
I'm so predictable
And yet so in love with you
I thought we were through
But there's more left to do with you
You said it at the peri peri of nando
There's still more left on the table for us
I can't stop falling back into your arms
We quit and let go
Then grow a little stronger
The distance teaches us to be kind to ourselves to overcome to change for the better
Then we relapse I collapse into you and smell your chest hair
The familiar game of love tugs at my heart strings
I want to have the guts to take my new grown wings and fly free
But there's some sort of something between you and me
Unlike any other
No one has shown me who I am capable of becoming and believed in me so strongly so passionately even the queen of doubters myself began to see the truth in your words
I saw it because you saw it and I started to believe until I forced it to come true
The life you've helped me take a bite of is a good one
I can see clearly now I am not blinded by self doubt I have unloaded self hate and fear and can grasp the future I have always wished for
My dreams have become my reality
Thank you for seeing me
For loving me when I hated myself
For believing in the depth in me when I didn't even know it was there
Stretching my limbs I can feel confident in my skin
I love how we fit in each other's arms
One love one move by me means another limb falls effortlessly into place
Draped over my new body
It's ok to love the parts of you you hate
If you love them enough to let them go
They will
Your hand on my *** as I snuggle away lightly cupping my flesh letting me know you're there
You love me
You care
I can't let go of you
Not yet
We learn too much from one another
Teach each other to heal the wounds with patience with honesty with desire
Create worlds of beauty together build community together
Hand grazes over your skin as I trace the words I want you on your back
With you or without you I will always cherish this
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
i am just days away
from turning.....
older.
and in truth,
meloncholy with it....
this year has stretched,
long and hard with
sickness, accident and death.
and my feet drag,
in self indulgent sorrow.
i should be glad,
to have survived.
i should live my time
with joy.....and vigour.
but...the empty places
at the table
and the cards...
unsent.....sadden me.
perhaps,
this is just another sign
of the wonky biological
clock that is mine...
that now works
on peri-menopausal time
and this sorrow,
is just hormones and
little baby loves
saying farewell
as they waft
into the never to be....
i am still young,
somewhere within me
full of promise, pleasure
and passion pop...
but, the me
that groans
and creaks
and clicks
as i fall out of bed
to feed the cat...
the child, and the man
then washes the clothes
and goes off to inspire
a class of
bright young things
come home, cooks diner
writes fatuous poetry
while watching tv
before falling back
into the unmade bed
looks upon this weekends
festivities with dread...
and if honest....
would much prefer that it
all be forgotten....or kept low key.....
bah....humbug....
little grumblebug bitten me..
time for another load of washing...
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
my left foot,
is the one,
that now drags
yet my right breast
is the one
that has begun to sag
it's just a matter of balance
you see.
i have what i want...
and
sometimes more
yet
still i whinge
and whine, like a bore.
i am loved and blest
with husband, child,
a cat and, the rest.
but still somedays
i know...
i have failed life's little
tests
and somedays
i am way, way,
short on zest.
they tell me
i am,
peri menopausal
and that may well explain ....some of the above.
my hair is graying
and my waist ....
best not mention,
my waist(overound).
and to be honest
there are days,
i feel like i am fraying
around the edges.
but not,
going to complain
at least,
not loudly
for that may give
the impression
i'm vain....
and really i'm not...
i am just a....
middle aged mother
slowly....losing the plot.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
Each letter typed with emphasis, aggression, and flowing lyricism!
Dab the towel in soaking wraith and smelly faithful hatred!
Use THE syllable CON-tract for without it we've been doomed
Bring forth the lights and sounds into living-room-reality, FULL OF STARS AND ESCAPEES!
Faster, faster, faster, faster! This is ugly poetry. Bubbling from the nostrils of the seas COMBINE!
Spurting spirit and saline souls and gaping holes all without the inclination or implication of the hereby too cute to put on television!
Rhyme now or allow the furrowing brow to narrow the growl into pinpoint anoint!
Make it stupid and lucid so to push it through the suffering new and deadly few!
Terrible practice of sense un-make ill-conceived fake words aren't my specialty.
OR!
ARE!
THEEEEYYYY!
Quiet now, no sound, just gentle music, jazzy yet ex-peri-mental.
Words in formal lines marching to their next food product.
A-GAAAIIIINNNNNN! I hear the crash of cymbals in my ears and erratic guitar noises and collectively profound inspiration.
Oh, right, where have I gone?
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
An enamoring dowsabel at Ib's eve
Zion proclaiming 'hosanna'
A peri lifting the anathematization off
The recusant hand of the eternal by
Dinn of God; within a whirligig of death
Rearing the abscence of perfection,
The misforgiving serpent fangs,
The Herald star. The father of lies
Circumscribed: a Dybbuk
By a ghostly tear, the revealer of truth
Upon the brilliance of the inner most
Flame in the mist of the fire entering
The ecosphere subsistent as a profession
Of the faith; to work out ones
Salvation clothed in pain, to console
A mourning soul within the sovereign
Lady to know thyself.
Life a flame of fortune!
ELEETE J MUIR
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
To the man in my life:
Like shards of broken glass scattered across the tiled floor – I feel shattered
A surge of emotions came rushing in my mind, I slowly drowned in the whirpool that is my sickening ideas
I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel and hopelessness cloud my thoughts
Then suddenly a tiny pop signifying the salvation of a broken and fickle boy came
A television of black and white has suddenly been given life
The sound of static has been replaced by the sound of hope
Thank you to all the Gods of all the heavens
Ever grateful I am for the man of my dreams that he came – he came to the rescue of my lonely self
If ever this was a dream then I'd rather sleep my eternal rest
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Yaar kyu leni deni kiti hoi meri
kar la ik waar gal please.
peri penda tere.
samj ja yaar, mere to sachi sehan nai hunda eh sab
menu ik bari keh de ki menu bhul ja
me sachio bhul jau
but ewe bich latka ke na ja
had a yaar, ik bari sirf ik bari bol de.
me sachi kade tang nai kru.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC