"pilfer" poems
"Stoner's Poem"
I see your snapstories,
I see your ask profile.
I see how you comment and reply and flaunt your English skills.
Trust me, I love your rebuttals,
More than Biryani and the Lebanese pornstar.
I see your Facebook posts,
I see your WordPress,
And I see, how you craft your poems flamboyantly,
And then, and then,
Pilfer my breath,
And rob my me.
Sometimes, just sometimes,
Your deportment bewilders me,
More than Lowry-Bronsted's theory.
I see how you dance in the rain,
Like "All, sin, tan, cos", do in my brain.
I see how you frequent every segment of my cardiac muscle,
And then desert it, like it's one of the many dilapidated constructions.
My reminiscences about your thingness,
Escalate me to a higher spiritual level,
More than **** does.
Oh, that smile,
Oh, that look,
Oh, the mystique in you.
And again, I am writing of Love.
And the pen doesn't seem to stop soon,
For I have taken a greater risk,
Than asking my friend about cathodes and anodes and electrolysis, while I took my last chemistry exam,
When the invigilator was around.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 3:55 AM UTC
#
*Parading through these beautiful Hills..
--You, and your entourage of a mixture
of dog-like, well trained, egostrokes..
and also of men.. whose tattered boots
you are unworthy, of even tying..
Traipsing across the Badlands--
your long red hair, flowing..
giving off a stance, (as if)..
--You, and your entourage of a mixture
of dog-like, well trained, egostrokes..
and also of men.. in tattered boots
that you are unworthy, of even tying..
Raining down havoc, on the Beautiful People
simply for their having within them ;;
Faith:
In the Great Father.. and Substance of Spirit;
Neither of which your cowardly Egostroke
will ever garner, or ascertain..
But oh, you could steal..
And pilfer..
And destroy.
You will pay, oh General Bastard-boy
Your long, curly locks..
will take on a whole new color, red
There will be a gathering..
A showdown..
A Holy Reckoning--
In that Montana field, between the Hills
Along the Little Bighorn..
The River of all Beaten-Down one's, dreams*
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Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 7:51 PM UTC
Perhaps you were cold
or maybe broke and hungry
but know it was bold
to pilfer things from me
If it was unattended
I might understand
but it was ******* attended
very ******* close at hand
At least you were decent
and left me my keys
Oh, wait! No you're a ****
I hope your **** gets disease
If I ever find you
I'll rip out all your teeth
I wouldn't **** you, true
but you're a worthless, ******** thief.
Now I'm not quick to anger
and I've got a long fuse
you best accept the danger
with the targets you choose
So know that I'm ******
and I'm ready to attack
You're high on my Shit-list
and I want my ******* coat back
Mar 20, 2010
Mar 20, 2010 at 9:11 AM UTC
I feel
Used up
Cleaned out
Thrown away
Cast aside
Discarded
Exploited
Exploited
Exploited
Like twenty-two years
Of making myself a beautiful person
Was only for others to grab at
And pilfer
At will.
I never knew my pleasure
Was at the whim of animals
Of worms and wolves and vultures.
I never knew I had to ask
Permission
To live my life unsoiled.
May I?
May I be loved?
May I be appreciated and accepted?
May I trust?
May I have sole ownership of my body?
Someone pillaged my temple.
It is now closed
For demolition
And subsequent reconstruction.
It will be rebuilt
With steel bars and security guards.
No longer do I love freely and unabashedly.
No longer do I trust others
Or myself.
I have sewn my own head
Back into place
To stick my neck out again.
I now wear the stitches
As a trophy
As a medal
As a warning
As a threat
That I will never let you befriend me
I will never let you touch me
I will never let you in
I will never let you close
I will never let you hurt me
I will never let you **** me
Again.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
You cringeworthy, evil pismire;
Your father did surely miss-sire
This personification of flatulence,
The embodiment of self importance
Overflowing with abject peccancy
Devoid of any sign of respectability
Replete with gross odoriferousness
Horribly and infamously unscrupulous.
You have reveled in misrepresentation
And tried to elevate your calumniation
Disinformation and deception exists
As capitalistic dissembling persists.
You’ve collected an evil government
Built mostly of human excrement
And have such a lack of veracity
That you speak in constant mendacity.
Sycophantic eructations of dogmatic bile
Issue from your unsympathetic smile
And your inauthentic glad-handed gropes
As if we all of us are unbright gullible dopes
That buy your fabrications completely
While you pilfer and prevaricate indiscreetly.
You are a Vaudevillian villain miscast as star,
But most of us know exactly what you are.
Deceit, deception, dishonesty; a tragedy
But not for you, for us and our country.
Distortion, evasion and fabrication the rules;
You despair of any other kinds of tools.
Falsehoods, fictions and forgery are your tricks.
You demand we build with straw-less bricks
Your erections that are planned to be palaces
Filled with your giant golden carved phalluses.
Those monuments, inanotomically correct,
Established to celebrate and somehow protect
A mountebank on the way to an overseas bank
Claiming to eradicate the scoria he creates
That decades of privation will not quite alleviate.
But you, the Great Prevaricator, will always blame
Other players in your sick, unconstitutional game
Instead of admitting your complicity and guilt
About the disgusting, putrid swamp you built.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
Silver tried to pilfer a podium of palladium's
"I don't want you next to me," said 4d8 to 4d9
"For the 8th time, for the 9th,
I don't want you next to me," said 4d8 to 4d9
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
Mountebanks and madmen
And marvelous maidens
Populate and pollute politics
Which joss sticks cannot chase
Or alleviate the electorate
In its counter clockwise swirl
Down its own bathroom drain.
Only morals don’t ameliorate
It only exacerbates, enervates
Rather than eliminates the pain.
The pain is felt by franklins,
Never the nobles or magnates;
They go on and make play dates
With other multi-billionaires
In debonair pied-a-terre lofts
And scoff at the peasantry
While exchanging pleasantries
Over gold-laced desserts
Thinking nobody gets hurt
If they pilfer and pillage
Far off village and town
Tearing down and razing,
With life grazing scorched earth.
To the rich, nobody has worth;
Voices that implore are muted
And garbage-chuted in the press.
Nothing to confess, the smile;
A mile of porcelainized teeth
Made more intense by pretense
That importance is impotence
In the face of extreme wealth
When stealth cease efficacy
And delicacy isn’t required.
The moral judge is fired.
A new wife is squired
In hopes a son is sired
To take over the empire.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
From dust we come to dust shall we return
Ain't nowhere to hide ,nowhere to run.
Decades spent in building a whole human.
Only to disintegrate into grains of sand a million.
The ******* Waters of the ocean confined
By the intertwined fibers of the tissue fine.
Now Running amock like a colt in a meadow
With a beastlike agile motion
Yet finding its way back to the ocean.
Alas! Its Time to pay back the loan shark
The energy you borrowed from the universe so dark.
Like a quintessential burglar with some nerve.
You pilfer an ounce of that magical verve
To stow it away into memories of the sapiens by whom you were loved.
And To your ideals shall they endeavor to serve.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 5:14 AM UTC
the sky is keening
grief is heavy
and clings to me
i am humid and slow
my mother kisses me and there is desperation in her movements
i come up to the precipice
and cry a hymn
throwing it
against the vaster loneliness
that is pushing
its fingers
through my mouth
-
i bit
a hole in my
own skin
the walls and land
pilfer what leaks out
i cannot touch anything
for fear it will drag
too much from my body
at least
i will never forget
how i have travelled
-
i turn in the sunlight
blinded
arched against the warmth
joy glints sharp
draws as much blood
i am waiting
i am kept dull
barely open
the brush of a sound
will tear me from here
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
Deer pilfer a red nut under a re-flip reed.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 5:01 AM UTC
Peerless profundities profusely proffered,
Produce prolapse and propensities pro-fluent,
Presumption presides, practitioners pilfer,
Perception perfunctory, penance penurious.
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 11:10 PM UTC
Barbarians, and archers, and goblins oh my !
Restless in army camps for the raiding is nigh.
The builders are busy setting up my next plot,
Deciding where the mortar can pull off the best shot.
A chop and a cut, and voila ! More land to use,
Setting up decorations, all cast as a ruse.
I look to my shield, and the icon says “none”,
If I don’t request troops soon I’ll surely be done!
I prepare to attack, but don’t like what I see,
So “next” I press, and hope for a camp that’s easy !
Aha! I exclaim as I find a weak prey,
Gold walls or not, I’ll be claiming victory this day !
Giants come rumbling, to cause some destruction,
Followed by wall breakers to remove all obstruction.
With holes now aplenty, in come the rest of the crew,
To pilfer and plunder and do what they do.
100% !!! And 3 stars the finale,
Plus 35 more trophies to add to my tally.
Mission completed, I set back to my camp,
A smile on my face feeling like a real champ !
The day’s at an end so off goes the phone,
In the middle of the night I hear a familiar tone.
I reach for my ipad and what do I see,
****** ! I’ve been raided by PãRāß@pk !!!
With shields now up for the next 16 hours,
My resources are safe and I can upgrade my towers !
And thus ends the day’s tale of cast spells and flighted arrow,
Don’t worry Clash of clans, I’ll be back tomorrow !!!
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
Forgive me if I say that you can't take my pride!
You can burn me in hell!Make my soul be fried!
But in the end I know I am better without a doubt!
A narcissistic vanity is where I base my growth!
I envy you in every way!
Why can't I have what you have today!
It's so simple yet so frail!
This feeling I have will always be pale!
Haha!It's all mine!Oh!Gluttony you say?!
Do you wanna have some?Are you willing to pay?!
I'm not obsessed in having or to possess them all!
It's just that I can so **** you all!
Ahhh!My blood is rushing all over my body!
The heat you are sharing makes my hands all shaky!
My stomach is rumbling I'm so ready for you!
The lust I am having won't last till' both you and I get through!
I will crush your skull for not obeying me!
I will rip you apart for humiliating me!
My anger will smite you to pieces, feel the wrath of my fury!
We all are familiar with this feeling, the beast within you and me!
For the people I will serve my country!
This is the mask I wear in front of humanity!
As my greed pilfer and slowly steal all their money!
I became rich and famous!I will claim the throne gladly!
So busy thinking while laying my body on this bed!
Oh there is so much things to do maybe later I'll just rest my head!
I'm suffering apathy sloth as they say that gets into me!
I will change really tomorrow when I wake up believe me!
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
My condition is incongruent with the common presence
Black sheep identity burning eyes and hesitance
I move in a manner like weight attached lumbering
Unsure of myself, with no partner stumbling
Swimming in a glass half full and inattentive
Sloppy script pen tip like bull with red incentive
Reference to constructed concept subjective inference
Marker to my darker being written in this instance
Possessive and persuasive visitor leads me to temptation
Takes unpredictable control of my mental weather station
Precipitates with hate and tears me down with its erosion
Art starts with rain pain soon becomes an ocean
My breathing is done in desperate gasps
A fight for oxygen’s healing
Suddenly I am miles away
Far beyond the ceiling
Moving at the speed of light time slowing to a crawl
Cranium contained tragically between these walls
I wake to similar circumstances not changed to satisfaction
Expect a sedentary death from drone of human interaction
Hungry and reestablished, reminded now of morning
Clear mind and consequence come forth with no forewarning
Death lingers in the white noise that gestures from the mental
I open the gates to raiders as they pilfer sacred temple
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 5:35 AM UTC
I said no and
Backed away he made
Advances anyway and groping
Goblin hands tried to pilfer what Venus
Owes man
“The Inheritance”
My crop shall rise
From your field I claim this
Land in the name of
Man
With his grabbing
Paws he bent her over the
Bed, to get on with it
She trembled, teary then
He lifted my skirt up, I shouldn’t have
Been wearing it
He was really messed
Up, maybe if I hadn’t looked so
Willing, so easy
I
Asked
For
It
I couldn’t believe the
Blame, even as it fell from her
Hung head and
Hidden face
It
Wasn’t
Your
Fault
Socialized to please the guys
Why?
Victims hating self, non-believers, mental health
I’m not liking college
She confessed
Where’s the safety net?
And then she walked back to
Missing friends and
Silent pain and
Ambulance calls for alcohol’s
Waterfalls and consequences
Fading details and
Stories cops won’t believe
What were you
Wearing, they asked her
Were you drunk?
It
Wasn’t
Your
Fault
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 3:22 PM UTC
Steal everything you have ever loved.
Set it to another verse
of borrowed phrases
and humble pie.
Somewhere in the spaces
between the song-writer's ohm
and the poet's demise,
others will form your stolen loot,
your dead-sea scrolls,
into the multitude of inspiration
that constitutes your Self.
The banks are running dry.
All freedom is restrained
to the ticking of a box
and the punching of a clock.
There is no shame in stealing
a resonant thought.
It is the way Revolution happens,
an idea projected, then repeated,
repeated, re-written and spoken
in one thousand tongues.
If your lover leaves you,
it is nothing special.
Yet if a stranger's words steal your breath,
stripped to a naked consciousness,
you have every right to pilfer their mind,
to bridge understanding,
to share in a longing,
to replicate a sentence
in which truth was left unconfined.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
dissonant is what it was.
that foreverness of din.
criminal—
aloft, eluding some captive way
of emphasis.
scraps of papers fold
and truth is rarefied. hammered
for its malleability is its common trait.
truth and always its never ever.
the men mumble words as if
oceans whirl in their palates.
the women hide their thighs
and think of fornications.
the children learn to pilfer
stray coins in the keep.
dissonance is what it still is.
there's a slow moon over the aubade
over the culled garden.
over the cloverleaf curve
in Balintawak. over no trove of truce.
caterwauling noises flailing
belch of automaton metal. mendaciloquent glower of lampposts
to die early, abandoning EDSA—
we cannot name figures any longer
of the same axiom, equation,
salt, crossovers.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
sometimes we get lazy
wrapped in the confinements of our own
so we send fellow seekers
to kiss the ground above.
and i won't say i despise kids,
because really, i don't.
i just like to misplace their laces,
knotted, rotted laces
and command the ants
to dissolve Hallow's candy
away they pray,
in God's sanctuary
i respect Him,
because really, i do--
just as much as politicians
when they decide to drop out.
you can say i'm causing
lust to pilfer upon a window,
or betting on the next
world war nineteen
but all i did today was
take a swig of bourbon
and drown my pen.
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
stripped down to a nakedness she's not the hands to cover
plundered by a lover
a rogue who's undercover
tarnished and possessed
in slavery undressed
taken to the gallows with a noose around her neck
the hanging will be public
her snap to death cathartic
and she'll be made a mockery in front of people manic
their illness like a flood
a passion for the blood
they stand and sink their feet into coagulated mud
she was just their silver
some money they could pilfer
pay their dues in stolen goods that they could not deliver
tactfully selected
made to feel accepted
then callously rejected
in treason's name erected
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
Branches fall as time goes
Roots strengthen as health flows
And leaves fall out of reach.
Winter hits with strong chills
The inside becomes cold
Frozen from life
Numb by strife.
Though seasonal growth will come about
The figure of itself will change from a pout
But seasonal death will once again pilfer.
Vast change resulting in the same thing
Sounds a little like how insanity sings
So waiting will be best, till I see
A lengthy hope will
Fall, fall, fall
Out of reach
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
I have become a mirror. Reflecting the smiles
of others. No thought is my own. Only a mesh
of arms that helped me up or held me down.
Essays traded for certificates. All science or
established old philosophies. I pilfer inner peace
from the Buddhists. I map my memories by
the names of streets. I eat my food from the
production lines. Maybe I should invent my
own language. Maybe then I will say things
differently. I will only draw in the dirt. Avoid
the arrogance of permanence. I would only
lose out to the weeds and meteorites in any case.
It has been two decades of a borrowed self.
Whatever was mine has been stolen long ago.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
We pilfer light here in these cold far rooms
Fast stolen to our beds and darkened fears
Unbowed and casting evil eyes and stares
On any soul who dares to dream of home;
Alight in shadows, tricksters view false thrones
While basking in the glow of claps and sneers
Amid the stench of truth long dead from spears
Like lies inflicted hard on hearts and bones;
Still, somewhere reason now ignites the mind,
It calms the righteous anger of our tears
To carry feet on paths that passions hide;
So long as we defend the joy of days
Hope cannot wane nor freedom ever fade.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC