"pleasantry" poems
Once they've caught you
they'll take off the veil of pleasantry and manners-
to reveal the swine underneath; the wolf if you will.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
The thing, he said, would come in the night at three
From the old churchyard on the hill below;
But crouching by an oak fire's wholesome glow,
I tried to tell myself it could not be.
Surely, I mused, it was pleasantry
Devised by one who did not truly know
The Elder Sign, bequeathed from long ago,
That sets the fumbling forms of darkness free.
He had not meant it - no - but still I lit
Another lamp as starry Leo climbed
Out of the Seekonk, and a steeple chimed
Three - and the firelight faded, bit by bit.
Then at the door that cautious rattling came -
And the mad truth devoured me like a flame!
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When my heart beats black inside my chest, and the days I have are filled with death, and the girls I know won't walk with me, then I have my choice in misery. All the birds have died, and the plains are dry, the skyscrapers aren't lit up at night, and the city's sound sounds like nothing, then I have my choice in suffering. People talk a lot, but they hardly speak, all their voices creak in the summer streets, everybody walks but they're not moving, I try to only observe but then I start screaming.
I ******* hate the way that you look at me, your skin's so ******* clean that it feels ***** your eyes move around but you're not seeing, the way I hurt each day but you say nothing. If I tried to leave you might be happy, so I sit and be and go out at night and cheat. I would break your heart, but it hardly beats. You're my walking dead, my darling zombie.
Each day is second rate, I bore so easily. It's like the day we met ended your pleasantry. I startle all the time, you seem so unaware. I chose you number one, you chose to not even care.
I caressed you once, and undressed you thrice, you abandoned me in the middle of the night. All the time I halved, you had your own account, of every thing we did, it wasn't the right amount. Now I hardly care about the drugs you're on. I'm quoting blasphemy out of every psalm. Even the words I write don't tell half of the truth, about the way I felt chasing after you.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
obsessed dexterity, less than steadily
resident of a dreadful destiny
festering breath, resting readily
weaponry of a four legged legacy
blessed be the death of pleasantry
presently pressed, a lesser pedigree
a specialty of a deadly heredity
expressed regression, distressed longevity
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
Honey laced sweet words
Sugar slippery coated and glaced
Decorated and wrapped in the best
Casted and moulded in the proper set
Used with finesse and matching tone
Years of practice was behind the scene
heartfelt happiness or the showy sympathy
Correct timing with beautiful delivery
Empty words and deaf ears
Fooling culture of exchanging pleasantry
Brutal honesty always hit hard
Society rejects the black sheep from all
Lesson to learn in life
What wins is diplomacy and lies
Manisha
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
I'm not the only me I see when I see me looking back at me
Bewildered by the impossibility of a blind visionary with the foresight to look past me to find me
I got caught staring so intently I lost sight of the true me completely
You see such savagery and think it must have been nurtured from infancy
While true, I had it in check, hidden away in the captivity of a long forgotten memory
But it still remembered me, waited patiently, predicting my return with a whimsical accuracy
It heard me frantically trying to find the glass to break in case of emergency
Not to set it free but to once again embrace what was scary, what might be the reality of the actual me
Instantly I handed over the key, didn't even keep a copy for me
Knowing exactly what I was doing and what it'd do to me mentally
It was always going to happen this way eventually
Finding solace in it's monotony, no more uncertainty
Both wake up and go to bed with the same angry energy
Done with the pleasantry and all the pageantry projected outwardly to seem more neighborly
Just so the world could be more comfortable with me when I pass through their snooty, gated community
While it pays no mind to what's being done to my psyche
This self destructive entity wasn't only the part of my reality I was told to bury
It is the entirety of my history, sad and happy, comedy and tragedy
I was it and it was me, the merger went so smoothly I believed it was absolutely meant to be, probably
Fighting myself got messy and wasn't necessarily a necessity
In the end there was no surprise who's hand was raised in victory
I already knew the part of me that held superiority but everyone else said it'd turn out differently
Like they got some kind of decoder key
Of course it didn't and they don't, thankfully I was welcomed back too once again become my own worst enemy
It ain't good company but I personally accept that personality and it's starting to warm up to me finally
It's been a strange journey, be thankful I didn't ask you to join me
©2023
Nov 1, 2023
Nov 1, 2023 at 12:22 AM UTC
Chests rise and fall
Hearts exchange in each others eyes
Whispers leap into gaping ears
A hand gestures a new idea
Body presses closer in acceptance.
One more whisper leaps-
But lands with a pound
Bruising the sound of a pleasantry
A **** back.
A blank stare.
A tight jaw.
Exclamation points,
capital letters etch across the mind.
A desperation for distance,
seperation,
withdrawal.
Assemble a new language to be decoded.
A worry,
A curiousity,
Voices dance in irregular beats.
Then seize.
Clasp.
Waltz.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
The closest thing, I've personally seen, to the truth
is that I am fortunate just for the walls and the roof.
Everyone in the United States loves to **********
as they all try in vain to dissuade their innate guilt.
How much a better person will I become for
all of this good that I have done?
Corporations buy lakes to upsell life like
William Gibson thought they might.
Where is the sunset in flame through the eyes
of a younger Ridley Scott like we saw?
Let's start a fire in the heart of the woods.
Everyone will ignite, equally ugly.
Dance through the night with me.
What's your strain?
Would you care for some LSD?
We could die at any time, obviously,
So why not live up to the destiny
Implied by the monarchy?
Peasantry, peasantry.
Nihilistic pleasantry.
Peasantry, peasantry.
I used to think I was
Selesnya, Boros, or
Azorius, but now
I know that I'm a Jesuit--
Or something?
And so belong to House Dimir
Or to the Cult of Rakdos.
Peasantry, peasantry.
Nihilistic pleasantry.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
His heart of pleasantry games
in futility, his host so sheerly
a lion, in field of corn today.
Where he now host only his inkling of frost
now crossing his mane
as thanksgiving. That rain makes him clear
a king among her.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC
*Deep within Sleep
Gleam in the beautiful Dream
Attract the mindful Abstract*
Pleasantries of meadow breezes praising my soft warm skin, Rows of wild green stemmed roses sway silently to zephyr's sonata, colorful floras bless the land with vibrant violets, blues, reds such desirable scenery to take in upon the moonlit Earth, Distant sounds of soft howls barking at the pale blue moon
**Dreaming free__________warmly touched breeze
Vibrant roses__________colorful scene**
**Moonbeams mend__________Earth's dreamt surface
Blessed soft howls__________restful meadow**
**Pleasantry__________pristine dreams flourish
Violets, blues, reds__________Zephyr's song**
As I open my pale blue eyes the land I possess inside dreamscapes, divinely flourishes with deep beauty, The happy sun makes its presence known by sharing its gifts of growth and warmth with the Earth's den, while nature dances with glee at full blooming process, The birds sing their illustrious praiseful songs unto the newborn life that Mother Nature produced for all to share
*Endearing sun
Growing beautiful flowers
Rebirthing nature's bounty*
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 10:07 AM UTC
Please don't say it,
those three little words
that form a lump in my throat
and a tremor in my nerves.
Please don't say it,
I know you mean well
but my heart can't handle
another splinter or crack.
Please don't say it,
I won't think of you less
if you let this pleasantry pass
Carry on and ignore these tears overflown.
Please don't say it,
We both are aware I'll say I'm fine
as I stumble through a lie
to fulfill the expectations of this social interaction.
Jun 9, 2023
Jun 9, 2023 at 10:42 PM UTC
-The wind was seething, heavy.
-After waking, and gazing at the pummelled window
-I pulled my patchwork desert gear into a bag.
-I borrowed some sandals, a bike,
and ate a healthy bowl of noodle.
-Then peddled scowling at the wind.
-In the town, in the open maze of buildings,
-The sands were kept at bay.
-But i rode out. North and west and then south after a bit.
-I pushed through the stinging screaming,
-Past great shallow rivers, dust roads, donkey carts, snipped and snatched dialogues.
-A cloth cap pulled low
-Sunglasses
-A palistinian checkered scarf
-On the night bus out
-We stop and i leap out for a spliff and to relieve myself
-The night wind so much more terrible
-It bit down stubbornly (i'd stupidly left my desert gear on the little bed.)
-And pellets of rain added mockery to the situation.
-The line of shiverers excited to get back on the bus is slow and quivering
-So i let the cold become a numb cool
-So as to stand it
-And when the doorway appears to me in a dark warm glow
-I leap again; this time in,
-Then dig myself deep in the cosy alcove.
-Just then, my brain slowly/grinningly explodes.
-The short little fat man across from me
-is a picture of pleasantry.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 6:10 AM UTC
are not attractive to the man she adores
but that is the only reason she adores him
in the first place
she would not consider him a catch or a man or the love of her life
if he got up early to take a train to the field she lays in
or often called upon her, not only with the
sweetness and charm he retains
but with eagerness and pleasantry, both sincere as a fox craves
a good bird in his jaw, but with spright instead of haste
and with the devotion of rapture without rancour
his eyes are like a tray of a kitten’s sharp teeth
latching onto the pretty bird of his fancy,
and all of her hope infused in her blood only accumulates
as he sinks in for more sorrow
‘til the last grind that never does seem to come
he tries to peel parts of her he doesn’t like
she lets him
a fruit without any husks is not safely kept and often rotten
to grow, you must protect yourself from damage, yet allow yourself
to be bruised enough for simple sweetness
that lays sincerely inside
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 12:48 PM UTC
Sitting, looking
at
the water
forming beautiful
spectrum's
of colour
is a pleasantry
for me
my cares
and woes
subside
I am
transported
into
tranquillity
a calm serenity
engulfs my soul
in a world
of lasting
peace
I sit awhile
amidst
wondrous
delight
soothing my
spirit
long into
night.
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 1:03 PM UTC
The struggle of life: to be you are,
To those we aspire they always inspire
Us to see ourselves for who we are -
We are actions not dreams.
My shot at integrity turns towards self-pity,
authenticity turns to pleasantry, and off goes identity,
I race to find who I am, the hope of a hidden gem,
Digging through coal, I know where hopes may stem,
Yet in dirt I am, and to dirt I still return,
Why do I never seem to learn?
Fear. It holds me from those I hold dear,
It leads me to anger, it leads me to hate
Of myself - I demand change yet I wait,
My dreams to reality, if I could only seize fate.
Day and night I obsess and I stress and I strategize,
But the new day brings new fears to antagonize,
And every day my vain jealousy swells,
Of their perfect little lives, they do so much so well,
Then the thought comes with fear and with doubt,
Maybe they aren’t just a cardboard cutout.
They are like me, full of doubt and fear,
Where am I supposed to go from here?
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
Oh, there's not a country that don't have open racism.
It's breed in many regions and societies.
Except some confronts it.
Aware of reprisal to come.
While others embraces it.
Until they exposed on video or audio by some.
One race seem to be mastered of stupidity.
Cause they surrounded by various fools that let it floats around them.
Notice, how quick they speaks out when that bigot is busted?
Oh, its in politics.
It's in within many businesses.
And breed within multiple police departments.
From the top until the bottom.
Open racism, stands out like cancer.
It spreads quickly and faster than lightning.
Until its met by thunder of someone.
Then notice all the pleasantry toward the racist.
They not a bad person.
Many misunderstood their views.
Yes, support for a fool.
Then many, are we?
Scriptures, contains them too.
And many ministers doesn't address this truth..
Afraid certain members might leave.
But never play to a disease.
Not if you're preaching love in Jesus name.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
Two hands in solemn judgement wring,
Twisting so 'round solid thought
And bound in letter grades is law
All heaviness and lightness nought
Pleasantry found under guise
Of intentions thick and dead
Remembered then by prisoners gone
So slowly and so wrongly led
Leave now, leave
Before it's seen
With heat in air and soot in lung
In greyest sky a sun doth gleam
And in deepest wood, a trap is sprung
Begone you deepest premonitions
As leaves do fall and seas do break
Please now: guard my sacred heart
And never let your hands it take
Should eyes not see
Should breath not fall;
no longer I in purpose wait
With heart of gold, in purpose wait
With heart of gold and love of slate
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 8:11 PM UTC
What new friends does the day bring?
One for one thousand acquainted.
Still, how true does friendship ring?
False as rusted steel is tainted.
Peer past the pretense of pleasantry.
Pursue the pith of their personality.
Perchance, you'll perceive the palsied glee
Pervading the pact you protect so passionately.
Friendship, true and bright,
I am afraid doesn't exist.
Not tonight, nor in any light.
It's era, we've missed.
Do we then despair?
Simply lay down and cry?
Nay, from life we won't shy,
This world's ours to bear.
Yet a burden more wondrous, a task more joyous
I dare you to find. Duty that eases the mind.
If for an age you discuss, it can't be done, thus
Rejoice ye mankind, your fate is far from maligned.
Dec 24, 2009
Dec 24, 2009 at 12:06 PM UTC
The taste left by the bitterness of anger
unlike that which is caused by over-indulgence
cannot be forced away by milk of magnesia
but by humility, understanding and forgiveness.
Oft times it is humility which leads to
a thoughtful understanding which in turn promotes
feelings of forgiveness that are quietly kept
but which serve as unspoken personal antidotes.
But what elation when normal calmness returns
to fill the soul with so much joy and peace
If anger serves to do nought else – then appreciate
that pleasantry which follows the ire’s release.
©Joe Wilson – I was angry, but it passed 2014
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
Breezy caresses
Gentle strokes of tender lips
Love-struck pleasantry
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
She goes to therapy everyday with the angels
Tapping her shotgun to the beat of songs that sound like her situation
Tap water solids make her special needs
Wouldve been a worry awhile ago
Nows just a pleasantry that he's as dumb as me
Now
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
The poisonous woman aches
Her sinuous steps accented by her platform
Shoes higher than your pay grade
Mouth never smiling, even through her laughter
She's the demonized walker
The preferred companion and smoothest talker
If you catch her at night, the shadows swept into being
She'll wave you off without asking your offering
She'll take your cigarettes, your money, your heart
Crushing us beneath her is a pleasantry
She's the missing link
She's the entitled goddess we love to hate
This ***** knows what it is to be an object
But dear Belladonna refuses to bite
She's the purest sadist, the blue in her eyes
She's the sanguine sacrifice, ready die
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Like a slap to the face,
Your name lights up on my screen.
My vision becomes blurred,
And the space around me starts
To lose it's clarity.
My face flushes,
And my mind goes blank.
I just stare at it a few minutes.
It looks foreign.
Maybe I'm just imagining this.
The voices in my head
Begin their chorus
"What does he want?"
"Don't read it!"
"He's thinking about you."
"You're not going to like what this says."
And before I can think rationally,
I watch my hand reach down,
And delicately lift up the phone.
My thumb shakily
Drags the grey arrow
Across the small glass screen.
I heard the click of the lock
Being hesitantly pulled open
And I'm halfway there.
I see the grey bubble
On the left side,
Small, but real.
Time: 7:32.
I double check,
and yes
It's definitely from you.
I take a deep breath
And read.
It's just a question.
A simple question.
You even use my name.
That stings.
I could respond a solemn yes or no,
And remind you that no,
We're not friends.
It still hurts.
I could respond a few words,
A sentence even,
In affirmation, filled with pleasantry,
But then you would really know
That it still hurts,
Because you still know
How to see straight through me.
I'm conflicted,
So I take the neutral path.
Short, but not blunt,
And devoid of all notion of emotion.
But its the next "ding"
On my cracked phone screen
That takes me aback.
Drag, click, read.
A new grey bubble appears,
"But when we were dating..."
And with the push of the small, silver button
Everything went black.
I still do not know
What the rest of the message said.
You can lock your phone
And hide a message,
From you tear-stained face.
But you cannot lock away
Floods of pain and memory.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
Village and culture
is one born place
rise the masses
and thus one a
nation
is possible .
our real nation is village
it is born by culture
No one can forget
What was India and what she is now .
It was mare pleasantry
and believed it
they are young foolish fickle.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 4:53 AM UTC