"planing" poems
At night my arms become yours
Not so much in a physical way
More in a viral way
You force me to push my pillow over my head
Like a helmet
Preparing for battle
You know my dreams could **** me
We battle on threw miles of dream
Years go by
Life times are spent
Loving and hating
Whispering and screaming
Planing our escape
Then I awaken
Pull my helmet off
And realize that you are somewhere els
Dreaming too
It is a saddening thought
But a sobering one as well
As I regain full control of my arms
I think to myself
Did people sleep on there sides before pillows?
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
he ran away from his unborn child,he thought in his mind he was too young to raise a young child,couse he also was a child.
All he wanted was to be free,young and wild.
As he took two steps back he felt relief,then he believed he could leave,so he left with his believe.
Runing away was like runing to jail he knew not.
Planing to go in drunkiness and in revery that two he knew not.
The mind kept spreading more lies to the morning bread he eated,he was just too weak so his heart was defeated.The unborn child forgotten.The weeping girl weeped and whipe hear tears,but his memory remaind,a picture of him that can never be ereased,that each and every thought of the child evoked the unbearable feelings,the bast of fury flames touring her mind,shouts encrepted in the her heart,on the bed twisting n turning,wakin and sleeping but still she found no rest,internaly bleeding,emotional abused by his pictures
then she thought
thought that abortion might be the solution to the situation that she is in.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC
Farmer Jones set out to build a barn
A shelter for his bovine
When the wood started disappearing
A little at a time
The cows were taking it to pasture
On the other side of the dell
Little by little in the middle of night
Hoping Jones wouldn't be able to tell
This plans been festering for ages
At least since some of them were veal
But cows aren't very good at telling time
So how long is really hard to tell
Anyways they know they have a plan
That's what matters when it comes down to it
And what it is they've been planing
Is "Bovine One" The Rocket Ship
This time they're going to the moon
They had a cousin who jumped over it once
But that was so many years ago
And cousin Eddie has long been somebody's lunch
They got the plans out of Science Illustrated
When Carl went in to use the can
The day Farmer Jones stepped out of the house
A little secret the cows are keeping from "The Man"
They know nothing about jet propulsion
So the cows broke down and asked the goat
The smartest of all the farm animals
Another little secret nobody knows
In the process of building they used galvanized nails
The goat said in space regular nails would rust
I never would have thought of that
I guess goats are even smarter than us
When "Bovine One" The Rocket Ship was completed
It was on a Wednesday the count down did fall
The day Farmer Jones noticed his wood was missing
And the authorities were called
As they began to investigate
A bright glow came from over the hill
Still to this day no matter what people say
They don't know what the object was nor ever will
The Rocket Ship is still up there in orbit
With umpteen cows inside
Next time you hear a cow moo, look up cause you too
Could see "Bovine One" as it passes by
Did they ever make it to the moon?
No one around really seems to know
I bet you could get the answer though
If you were to go and ask the goat
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC
honey, close your eyes & taKe my hand
i want our minds to slowly expand
you and me, just us together
versus everyone else, always forever.
tired of always having to obey
planing our own secret getaway;
traveling places we have never been
hidden places noone has ever seen.
when we're not close, i miss your warmth
cuz it feels liKe you're the only
person, that does really Know me
so please come bacK into my arms
and prevent my foolish heart
from completely falling apart
from all our hopeles wishes and dreams -
cuz nothing ever is what it seems.
-k
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
I know I should not assume you are mine,
today,
I have to share you.
But I got so used to having you,
today,
I stumble without your presence,
trip,
and am ashamed.
I can go another day without seeing you,
but the problem is,
I wasn't planing to.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
Of all of the days to sleep in this late
Why did I have to choose today
The revolution we'd been planing along
I'm sure was already underway
I grabbed my bag, thank goodness already packed
And headed for the door
I ran out so fast my dog was aghast
My feet barely touching the floor
When I arrived at the park
I saw none of my friends
There were old ladies knitting shawls
Old men playing rummy and gin
I was already there
So I refused to go home
The revolution got canceled
And I wasn't informed
So I stood up on my soapbox
And yelled listen to me
All the old folks gathered round
As I gave the greatest of speech
I talked of how long
We'd been beat down by the man
As I went point by point
Of my intricate plan
There came weakened shouts
From a few in the crowd
While the hearing impaired
Wondered what all the fuss was about
We all moved to the street
With luck a Boy Scout happened by
To help all the old ladies across
But only one at a time
We surrounded Dairy Queen first
Because they have ice cream soft serve
Which goes down so smooth
When your wearing dentures
Next we did a flash mob
In the local Right-Aid
There were old women swinging purses
And old men waving canes
They all slowly shuffled down
The adult diaper aisle
Where they stripped the shelves clean
With raspy giggles and wrinkly smiles
Things were running so smoothly
According to revolutionary plans
We were creating social havoc
And sticking it BAD to the man
In the middle of the craze
My cell phone it rang
It was my radical friends
Wondering where I have been
I'm a tad bit embarrassed
That's the least I can say
In my mad rush to arrive
I went to the wrong park today
So I snuck out the back of Rite-Aid
As the swat team arrived
If I had a conscience I'd feel bad
In leaving my new old friends behind
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 7:56 AM UTC
you and me,
holding hands,
in the sunset.
we fall in love.
we were planing our wedding.
then all of a sudden,
briiing, brinnng.
my alarm goes off.
now, my excuse is insomnia,
so i dont have to go back to sleep.
i am afraid;
because,in my fantasy world,
everything is perfect and real.
but then,my alarm goes off,
and i wake up.
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 4:34 PM UTC
Their is something out there
Lurking in the shadows
Watching...
Waiting...
Planing the perfect time to strike;
We know it's out there..
We can feel its eyes
Painting a bullseye on our backs
We think we are ready to face it...
We think that we can win...
But we will never be ready...
For it is already ahead in this...
It's already five steps ahead
Because it lurks in the shadows...
waiting.. Watching... planing...
We can't win because we can never catch up to it.
We know nothing..
Only that it watches from a distance..
It knows our biggest fears..
Our greatest weakness...
And our strengths...
It has already won...
Because it has planed this from the beginning..
It was always in control..
And it will stay in control...
It will determine our fate
We will have to accept that..
Accept that our lives..
Are in the hands of something that lurks in the shadows.
Waiting for the perfect time to strike..
And claim our souls as it's prize.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
Why is it that you have become less and less like me,
When happiness was what we used to glean.
Why is it that you like to live a routine,
When all we dreamed was The Paradise green.
Why is it that the child that yearns is suppressed in,
When living with him was like being a King.
Why is it that the-fear-of-unknown rooted deep within,
When exploring wilderness was the best thing.
Why is it that naughtiness, A relic of the past,
When dripping with it was our only task.
Why is it that other’s verdict your stand-fast,
When gripping criticism was like hearing Basque.
Why is it that time has become such a precious thing,
When passing it with me was the only dream.
Why is it that future has become an important thing,
When living in our present was our only theme.
Why is it that you need to take out time for fun,
When joying was the only thing we began.
Why is it that you have started to plan a run,
When planing a thing was considered a pun.
I am waiting here for you to call,
A chance perhaps to live it all.
The Paradise we made is still serene,
When you feel like it, just give me a ring.
I will always be here for you to call
With a hope that you will break the-grownup-fall.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
I'm the owner of a large plantation
From generations has been passed down
On my property, close to a hundred slaves
Need I mention it's in the South
My slaves all know their place
Though I know they all love me
Cause I don't beat them when I want
I just beat them when I need, tied to the Whipping Tree
Lately I've heard the slaves a whispering
There's definitely something going on
I'm pretty sure I know what it is
My birthday's soon to come
They must be planing for me a party
I'll act surprised when that day comes
They fall all over themselves to please me
Not just because I'm the one that holds the gun
So here it is my birthday
I awake looking for my help
They are nowhere to be seen
Who's going to run my bath for me, I can't do this for myself
Then it is that I remember
About my big birthday surprise
I run expectantly out to the front yard
But find nobody in sight
So I head down to their one room shack
Where they all sleep on the cold dirt floor
Readying myself for my birthday surprise
I swing wide the wooden front door
I see no cake, they sing me no song
The surprise they have for me
Is the noose they throw around my screaming neck
As they hang me from the whipping tree
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC
She sell fish
He sell fish
buy what they sell, buy the sea shore
big ocean-side dreams, on an old planing hull
they adore their dory
so,
She sell fish
He sell fish
until they can be
sell fish
no more,
until no one buys that they
sell - fish, by the sea shore.
©ClemC082013
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
AS THIS MOMENT THOU ART
The wood shavings curl &
curl to my father's voice
as he sings to the wood
releasing its scent
wave upon wave
of pine
crashing upon
this shore of summer
its morning long ago
forgotten.
This wood will shape shift
into a chair leg
dovetailing into
the song he sings
as the wood listens
to every syllable
as if his singing
coaxed into being
chair leg...window frame
stool or saddle.
"Oh believe me if all those
endearing young charms..."
and the wood swoons
to his planing
'''...that I gaze at so
fondly today."
Moore's melodies and pine
reaches back in time
to grasp
the moment
lost to my mind
but now returning
to its rightful place
as wood becomes chair leg
to my father's
singing.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
In this business
it's sail of flop
it will **** if you let it
if your will isn't strong enough
there are girls who are 110
but still aren't small enough
some shoot heroine
encouraged by the adults around them
to get tiny and frail,
to go to these extremes
Artist, going mad for inspiration
every stroke is do or die
every form in pottery needs to be perfect
meticulous planing for an 8 by 11 painting
even more for a portrait
Dancers, breaking their feet for the perfect point
****** toes from wooden toe shoes
not drinking or eating to make weight
hours in the studio
rolled ankles strained muscles
but still moving art
Singers, not eating dairy
downing water every second
working bar till throats ache
holding sharps till they feel faint
hitting the highest note and cracking
hitting the lowest note and burning
Actors, baking under lights
quick changes, make up running
memorizing lines and monologues day and night
it's a cue line, so it has to be right!
mind racing to think of a cover up for a missed cue
alone on stage it's only you
This business ,full of horrible truths
is not for those who would like to keep their youth
to thrive, to simply survive
you need a will as hard as nails
a strong heart
self respect
and able to so NO and keep on saying it
having a will, a heart, respect
will get you farther than the rest
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
A new teenager
The young girl looks on
With hopes that the next few years
Of 13 and beyond will be great
Her older brother has a new girlfriend,
Her sister just graduating high school,
And the girl so young sits in wonder
As her brother graduates college.
The 14th year passes by quietly,
Her brother off to California
Following his girl
Her sister studying hard.
Now 15 she enters high school,
A freshmen year she finds delightful
As she slowly discovers herself
Threw new people she has met,
She has fallen for a boy
One her close friend once dated,
Dare she speak a word?
No, she sits in silence.
Sweet 16 here so soon,
The boy she feel for
Now is hers
Her close friend thought it cute.
17 and the fire of life burning strong
She knows who she is
But keeps it a secret
Drawing attention to her self is not an interest.
A senior in high school
18 year old now
Sick of school
Never planing to go on,
A new graduate,
Her sister engaged
To marry the next summer,
Her brother and his girl still together.
Realizing at 19
She will be 20 by then
When her sister gets married
Her teen years will be far behind,
When did the time pass?
Her teenage years had just started
But there is no pause button in life
So now is the time for action,
Too long she has spent pondering,
She knows what she wants
Her boyfriend still steady,
Now to go forth and conquer.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
Theres a lot of parents in this world don't realize being one can be the hardest thing in life but it is the most beautiful.
there's fathers who had a plan had a dream to make her girls dreams come alive.But sometimes things start to change babies coming by bills getting high and more crazy lies. there are fathers who are dreamers with a big heart and soul planing to make a family having kids build a home but not all woman like to be a mother. Not all mothers are good not all fathers are bad we are blessed by the Lord to come alive with the help of a couple but not all couples like to last. Some fathers making babies left and right just enjoying the ride but forget there's more then getting into pants there's more then paying bills not all kids want money or fame some just want a dad to take them out for a day or a mother who would be a mother but some mothers get ******* and have to put ons mans pants and teach a boy how to be a man . One thing I've learned not all fathers are bad not all mothers are good but one thing for sure the smile of your kids there's nothing more beautiful
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
Aye, yes, we've been here before.
I see you remember me.
How long are you going to be here, existing on the precipice of
planing insurrections to gain the keys
to your resurrection?
A helpless and hopeless
festering yet motionless
Wretched shell that once graced an entire hall,
now sitting alone at this hole in the wall.
I'm here for you friend,
A fraction to whom you cant pretend.
we'll polish that fifth till a quarter to four
and lay our lives out on this cobblestone floor.
We are as cracks, grooved and carved by the storm,
that she wrought true to form.
Whats that?
Was there more of me than of you that drove her away?
They posit that I guided her here with guile and wit
unaware, ensnared, you are adrift with it.
Candied smiles, a laugh, a nibble, a flight.
Stifled dread, her whimpers, the scars, the fights.
The fitful sleep of lonely nights.
And it is as it was and only because
it reached the end of this frostbitten extremity.
Or did you want the affliction to last for eternity?
What a waste of endorphins better spent two timing with dopamine
to drown out what there was to prevent the abyss that will be.
Of course you wont listen to me.
The discourse of your double dealings
The despair that left you reeling.
The swinging rope adorning the gallows.
Gesticulation among the shadows.
A furnace to burn your feelings and cauterize
the wounds you inflicted upon your eyes.
I'm no more sinister than you are selfless,
a desire at various states of undress.
We are gland in gland through the steps of this misadventure
to a tune that bears no to time signature.
I'll envelop you in my various appendages
to drive home the clincher:
Though you may push me away for a while,
you will know who I really am in the dark,
by my smile.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
My daddy turned life into living
By raising ten ornery kids
A righteous man, daddy was given
I only hope to live life like he did
He was brought up on old mountain wisdom
That's the best kind of wisdom he said
Don't just hear with your ears but also your eyes
But don't let it all go to your head
Don't trust no one named Uncle Sam
Cussing don't make you a man
If you see your brother in the gutter before you check with another
Be there to lend him a hand
Don't pick a fight if you ain't planing on winning
Don't ever miss church on Sundays
If your caught in a storm and can't make it home
Get down on your knees boy and pray
Make sure you take the advice of your mother
And that you show your sweet sister respect
If you've had your fill of a good home cooked meal
Give a hungry man what is left
My daddy brought us up on mountain wisdom
You can always fall back on when there ain't nothing left
A word to the wise, not just your ears but your eyes
That's what my daddy always said
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
I come to school
Each day motivated
To make someone's day
I set targets each night
To whom I want to
Help
Sometimes they succeed
But most times
I just fail
Miserably
Or it just becomes a feeble attempt
People just do it so effortlessly
Like how
I stutter trying to say
Words I've spent time planing
I wait hours
Before I finally decide
To hug someone
HOW DO YOU DO THIS
HOW DO WORDS JUST COME OUT
SO
effortlessly
HOW DO HUGS COME OUT
SO
naturally
HOW DO FEELINGS GET
SO EASILY
transferred
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 8:17 AM UTC
As you stand there yelling at me I can't deside,
Wither to go to the kitchen and stab myself,
Or sit there and listen to you bring me down for the tenth time,
I chose option B because you tell me to grow up,
And you deside what I will do when I'm older,
Because what I want to be isent good enough for your life style,
You are planing tommrow while I live tommrow,
With a laughter and a smile,
You live with flash cards and notes,
For I chose to live of studying,
And you are jelous of it,
For I will never grow up until I have fully expericened life.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
It felt like a gunshot.
Time freezing.
Hard breathing.
Everything coming to a stop.
But now I just feel numb.
I remember the trace of vanilla
that ran down your back.
I still feel your light crimson blush
that I truly love.
I often see your long rose hair
everywhere my eyes wonder.
But most of all
I will never forget the moment
when I saw your lips with his.
Sloppy and quick.
Obviously not planing to quit.
It felt like a gunshot.
Time freezing.
Hard breathing.
Everything coming to a stop.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
How dose it really feel
To just get up and go....?
Perhaps you subsequently already know
Perhaps you left, maybe even yesterday
Could you explain how true love
Could possibly, suddenly decay
How long where you planing to never come back?
When did your devious heart turn black?
Turning my world upside down
Even my smile
Hooks like a frown.....
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
It's good to be home
But what exactly is home?
Just a building?
Or is it love that makes it home?
Have I become homeless while having a house?
I always felt that my home was between her two arms
So fragile yet strong
I could crush them, yet she was the strong one
Now with all my love gone
I live in a homeless house
While neverending battle between death and life is fought in my weak head
Walls once filled with her paintings
are now screaming with emptiness
I walk through corridor, I see memories
Times when we were dancing, laughing, kissing
Planing our kids, our future, our life
How can I live with you gone, my love?
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
Dom Peter
in the workshop
planing wood
the wood in a vice,
ad opus est
ut oraret he said
as I watched
as I swept
wood shavings,
bell tolled
for the office
of None,
sunlight on
the cloister garth,
monks around
talking and sipping tea
I sipped and watched
but was silent,
kiss me here
she said
my husband never
kisses me here
so I did,
the bell tower tolled
George pulled
the ropes with Gareth,
prier dans votre cœur
a French monk said
God hears all prayers,
Hugh thin and gaunt
helped in the kitchen
with Dom Patrick
soup made
he said,
Arbeiten im Glauben
geschehen sind
Godly Werke
the Austrian monk
said to me
as we sorted books
in the abbey library,
I kissed along
her inner thighs
leaving moist kisses,
Christian lernen
von Christus wie
Sie sollte Christus
zu lieben
St Bernard said
so I read,
I sat in the church
in the semi dark
after Vespers
waiting for God
to speak
but no words came
just a flicker
of the red light
at the altar end,
Η ανθρώπινη
συμπεριφορά πηγάζει
από τρεις κύριες
πηγές την επιθυμία
συναίσθημα και γνώση
Gareth said
quoting Plato
as we sat
on the abbey beach
watching the tide come in,
I see her in my mind
legs spread wide
saying
enter
enter in.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
teeter on a negative edge
With 11 men approaching
Planing to cause some trouble
I'm not a lion fighting for survival
But Until I hit my zen mode
I'll return it 10 fold
This experience is universal
I pray it doesn't hurt you
Let's be hopeful one day
The scene is sweet like bundt cake
Lost without a purpose
Feeling a little worthless
Don't let the time fly by
Connect to the wifi
The circle of life is torture
Heed and maybe you will survive it
Because through the apple orchard
We bite poison apples
Then speechless words are giving
To the birth names we are giving
A curse by the parents
It's not to tolerate just shut up and accept it
I'm cursed to
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC