"pilfers" poems
Like a male monkey you rises up
And thumps hard your chest-it is you and you only!
O Man! You forgets, who you are and what you are is Nature’s
She generously gives and she avariciously takes-
Just a few chances she is giving you to repent before she ruthlessly returns
She is a sharp, doubled edged sword-merciful and merciless!
Man, Humanity is not hostility: Humanity is humility!
Like Sheol that is never satisfied you want to swallow the whole world
Like death you want to take everything, big-small-you want to stomach all
Everything you want to keep to yourself, to be to your entitlements
You take and leave nothing at all for the harmless hopeless-the voiceless
Yet you easily forgets, when the angel of death calls it’s only you and your soul in burials
Your ill amassed pride, wealth and health is not with you anywhere in this your brutal trials
Man, Humanity is not gullibility: Humanity is generosity!
O man! O man! You fills the whole world with mortality
You have killed the sole essence of the soul’s endless immortality
With your undignified dishonesty, your free-will to filthy immorality
War you begins wealthy to get-war is a supernormal profiting business
Man, Humanity souls has never been subjects to severity but sanctity!
Innocent-as little as little children-you murders-they were inevitable!
Common civilians’ deaths are collateral damages-inescapable!
You forgets who you are-you are a little loaned, little you returns for judgment
Here no allies to look after your backs, no cracks to corruption kickbacks-
It is the fairest of all hearings, a ***** for a ***** it is not for a big spoon!
Man, Humanity is not ignobility: Humanity is dignity!
What you are given to govern you governs not
What you are given to take care of you pilfers all
For you and your lineages eternal legacies-the richest ever to have graced the earth!
Yet you forgets, Master a little while returns to put you to a rigorous account
And whoever much is given-that much is also expected, what will be your report?
Man, Humanity is not royalty: Humanity is loyalty!
Humanity is a community, not a sorority of individuality!
Humanity is not infidelity: Humanity is honesty
Humanity is not how wealthy: Humanity is how a loyal legacy
Humanity is not how large is your multinationals entity:
Humanity is how huge is your small heart-its hospitality
Humanity is a humble history, a saintly story!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
stealing other poet's poems
is so rampant and rife
looters will attest to the works
being of their original life
with a swag of online poetry sites
used by plagiarists plundering
no poet's heart and soul efforts
are dismissed from the sundering
pilfers of verse ever busy themselves
they're such industrious thieving elves
should they take a fond liking
for what you've written
they'll stow your wonderful lines
in a crook's mitten
copyright and true possession
of materials you've produced
get no attention from they who've
a penchant for something re-produced
under our radar they
do the wicked deed
could be said they are
so unethical of creed
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
i am a wandering comet
a long forgotten star
drifting listlessly through
some eldritch darkness
the stuff that dreams are made of
sustains my formless husk
as i drift and drift and drift and drift
towards that wyrd and faint light
i want you to call my name
i want you to say it!
but...
even if those words did expell
from those lips that i long to kiss
i would not know...
the void pilfers greedily all sound
no matter how powerfull the meaning behind them
there are endless stars and planets
in this symposium of emptiness
one day i will crash somewhere
and, it might not be on your planet...
it might not be where you are
will i live for eternity alone?
searching fervently in vain
through ancient smog and blackest rain
that melts my mortal coil
and tears away at my lungs
until i am truly but a husk
a vestigial being, devoid of light
please...
call for me
i am drifting away
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
Child,
Didn't they tell you this is only
Casual?
As he presses his body against your
You climb on top of him
As he becomes your mountain
You become his avalanche.
His fingertips electrocute you
With every touch
A spark ignites
Dancing across your neck
Tantalizing your stomach
Bursting on the surface of your legs
He makes every inch of you feel special.
You see his ex-lovers and feel insecure
He pilfers every ounce of doubt you ever felt
And molds it into trust.
Magical, it seems
His smile stretches your dimples
Across the globe
Makes your smile light from the inside
Out.
And suddenly,
Your falls disintegrate
Your facade dissolves
Your falseness dissipates
Because
This doesn't feel so
Casual
Anymore.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
He appears in the mirror behind me
and lifts my hair as I brush my teeth.
Kisses the back of my neck
with a lingering brush of lips.
I close my eyes tightly as I can,
try not to flinch away from this
unauthorized intimacy.
And I don’t know when we reached
this place where intimacy must be
Authorized,
stamped with approval,
but here we are and my mind is
screaming at the violation.
My arms tense, eager to
push away, resist, escape.
I rinse my mouth and hastily
slide right out under his arm
before he pilfers a goodnight kiss.
Everything is the same,
every press of skin or lips or words
but nothing feels soft and tender
as before.
We are entirely too close,
breathing the same stale air of the apartment.
I suddenly need the cold air and the
familiar smoke in my lungs
so I dart out the balcony doors.
I inhale shakily and see all the
dark windows of my neighbors.
How can they sleep with the restlessness
and the stifling air that I am sure permeates
the entire city, hell, maybe
the entire country.
I don’t know, but I do know that I
need a ******* cigarette, so I
light one and set it between my lips.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
She was a charlatan
An imposter
Her acting was exposed
Splattered on a roster
Clemency
They would pass no mercy
Life, bitter like a pickle
Sweet like a hershey
Culpable
Who is to blame
Such a thin line between crazy and sane
The culprit was caught in a swamp of guilt
The one thing the murderer could not ****
Exonerate my name
It's such a shame
They love to point fingers
Yet everyone did the same
You won't give me what I need
I'll extort
Donald trump deports
When will we even the score
The felony had been erased
Or so she thought
So long ago she had been caught
Opened up to one whom she thought she could talk
It was all a tale
Snakes once walked
She is incorrigible
Stuck in a lie
Denial was the gleam in her eye
To be defiled would be to lose her shine
She stole in pilfers
A ruse from her dealer
Anger flashed inside
She would make sure his death was worth every dime she never had,
At the ****** mess she made, she chimed
Then dined, drinking red wine
Reprobate
Reprimand
They just demanded obedience
But she doesn't answer to man
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
It robs us of our dignity
pilfers our humanity
and steals us away to
make love with greed
nothing is spared on its warpath
there is no consideration for the collateral
because the promise of something that will serve
the continuation of corruption
matters more than the lives it will crush
Esther Krenzin
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 7:25 AM UTC
She comes and goes as she pleases
Does what she will; and she teases,
She’ll stay and have a word and laugh
All the while she makes me feel half and half,
Overjoyed to know her acquaintance
Overwhelmed at my unacceptance,
Her silhouette burned into my memory
She pilfers my thoughts like a thief in a treasury,
How can I forget her face; her smile
Her laugh I can hear through a crowd; all the while,
She’ll never leave me be
She’ll always make me see,
What I’m missing in this life
A friend; a lover; a wife,
She’ll always remind me what it is
To seek someone like her; buried bliss,
I can’t ignore what she stirs in my soul
To yearn for what she means; a goal,
And so as the time passes by
I know; but I won’t ask why,
We all need someone in our life’s circus;
To give strength and our lives purpose…
© okpoet
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
'neath a moonless sky
she pilfers painful breaths
they are not her own
she hails from the forgotten shores
a place she has abandoned long ago
a wanderer of darkness
she marches with an army
of lost souls
restlessly they seek to escape
oblivion
and it's disintegrating embrace
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
3.
Picture:
smog pilfers
away some stars;
some cars
my words
Silence:
like a pinch, a piercer,
a piercing
Little winter:
a pistachio
salty, sweetly
confined a bead
I crack the door open
I eat it up
Clock:
a pistil
in it
time incubates
This lamplight
is like a pineapple
I want to write, write, write
Nov 25, 2022
Nov 25, 2022 at 2:49 AM UTC
These fallen leaves
echo strange tragedies,
as roots rot, on the spot
and time’s fury does not
seem kind enough to stop.
Tiny green things, browning
and disintegrating,
as humans move to change
despite the desire to stay the same,
shedding memories like a lamb’s coat,
losing layers and layers to
our own frailty.
Mortality is the knife at our throat.
Fear is the thief of time,
and time is the rogue
who pilfers everything
we think we know or own.
The tree will go on but we won’t
leaves will come and go,
like the season’s melting snow
and all the rings inside the tree
will marks the passing of everything
including me.
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 9:45 PM UTC
My words are either a drought or a deluge
There is no mist of in-betweens
They either dance, or trip, over the tip of my tongue
They either bow with reverence, or spill across the floor in shame
They covet your ears, deaf as they may be, to speak of love and its kin
But there is a mid-day melody that pilfers them from my mouth
An outburst of reckless reasons designed to breach the densest of shields
Where the clamor and the crashing can be heard from miles away
But still I wonder, when I drown in these whispers pressed to your ears
Have you even once heard my silent serenade?
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
i am jealous of the water. that ocean.
i am envious of its transparencies.
how you could surrender in the deep
when the sea held you in blues.
but i am a body of water on my spirit.
the incessant hunger which could
swallow hundred thousands of ships.
bury the relics like his jewellery.
hold the lays of proverbial mermaids.
sink into my love. this whirlpool.
i am jealous of the water. of that rain.
how it pilfers this summer from us
when it had begun falling for you too.
but as the rain pours to your body.
i only have my eyes to pour over you.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 3:00 AM UTC
By the dawn of day
This parson pilfers
The tongue of its prey
And flutters it at will
Till the shades of evening turn grey
And if fact is there,
All the way into caves of twilight.
It deals with opposition
Quite different way:
A sudden wit, a swift play
Followed by hypersonic heed
And that's it
The enemy is shed
And maintained by lightning whips
Or sweet succession of
Lilliputian leaps.
Don't oppose its sermon for too long
For it stuns the breath
Heaven's assigned it a sign
Lovers can read
And beasts endeavor to destroy it
Welcome its weightless landings
For it never rests
Until nestled by fate.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 6:01 AM UTC
Distangle fangle from the yore
To ken the roots of yon afore
And see whereof they tread
A roguish minstrel, cowlish clad,
With spritish garb, a-prancin’ mad,
Bridged east the river bed
He came a prancin’ oh did he,
As like the wind with a fiddle-dee-dee,
As like as like a clown
He waltzed and hopped and twirled about
Whilst passing through the old redoubt
Unto the midst of town
Children flocked to hark his air
Resounding from the market square
Pervading every nook
They waltzed and hopped and twirled about
From all around the old redoubt
To chance a better look
He shimmied left, he darted right,
And marveled at the wondrous sight
As wee ones danced along
He raised his pipe, began to play,
And all about began to sway
Enchanted by his song
“Come hey, come hence, come fiddle-dee-dee!”
His call was as the roiling sea
That pilfers from the dunes
Now with his ducklings all-in-tow,
He swift bridged west the river’s flow
Beguiling with his tunes
Applied the minstrel to his pipe
And nary tot nor guttersnipe
Were wont to be unled
The wee ones went unto his tune
That vexed the waning heart of June
And to the mountain fed
And all of them are dead
Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 8:28 AM UTC