"pleasent" poems
Everything about cycles is picturesque.
That's because everything repeats,
And yet
Is never the same.
I love my ****** catty sundays.
Sundays are often bad,
Cause sometimes I want to **** myself
(Or **** them all)
But somehow a quiet afternoon
With the company of cats
(And cats only)
Can feel very pleasent.
And the week ends
And the weekends
Are not always that bad.
Thanks to my cats!
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
We've got bagpipes and buskers,
cannons, and clip.
Lots of marijuana, and tons of tall ships.
Plenty of seafood, and point pleasent park.
It looks pretty lame, until the streets become dark.
Weve got the Citadel hill, and pavilion kids.
lockups, and lockdown. All things that we did.
Plenty of days, where we fell on our *** ,
smokin dope in the glade, and layin on grass.
With colt 45, and 151.
Alexander keiths, and malibou ***
Weve all jumped a fence, and swam chocolate lake.
No other province could handle the risks that we take.
Cause were crazy,obviously, were maritimers.
Dartmouth, and spryfeild.. Hell, our schools are the worst.
But its halifax, Nova scotia.
We do it our way.
Live like the east coast,
Cause i do everyday.
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
my poor little dog he couldnt hear a thing
he was very deaf all heard was ring
but if you threw a stick he could plainly see
he would pick it up and bring it back to me
i couldnt call his name it would be no good
it would be like talking to a piece of wood
i took him to the vet to ask him for advice
he was very pleasent and also very nice
to my little dog he seemed to take a shine
then he moved his fingers and began to make a sign
my doggy seemed to know what he had to say
just by making signs he could hear me everyday.
now i can spell his name and he can come to me
just by making signs that he can plainly see.
Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 8:58 AM UTC
there are two sides to every one sided story
yours and yours
you're always ugly when it ends
not so pleasent
grammatically incorrect
not so great
perfectly imperfect in every way
your words dont cut
they slice small parts of my ****** ego
bringing me down to earth
touching basis with home base
why are you mean?
why do you have to hurt me the way you do?
you waste so much energy and recieve nothing in return
feuling the fire
burning this forest we've tried so hard to create
so, yes we must finally part the red sea we made
and divide these piles evenly
and learn to embrace the world without eachother
because thats the way it was meant to be
you and i seperately
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 4:20 PM UTC
Many houses have been cleaned on ***** window routes
Terraced rows and bungelows and other glass recruits
Customers of differant types some casual, some suits
Pleasent ones and lovely ones, some of them fun hoots
One window shined, revealed behind someones bathroom door
An awful sight giving us a fright, more than we bargained for
We went to clean it was abscene, that horrible thing we saw
Showing his snake was it a mistake, or was he just a *****
Every time we went to clean situations would get worse
We didn't want to catch a glimps, of his ****** immerse
A naked burden it bacame, why was he so perverse
***** windows should remain to conceal that bathroom curse
The anxiousness we both felt, how low he always sank
Unwanted sightings of body flesh and yanking on his plank
Disgusting ways of a deprived mind, so very dark and dank
***** windows are one thing, but not when you ******* ****
We did not want to ascend, with each ladder run to climb
knowing what awaited us we didn't want to see his slime
That bathroom window was regular, he did it every time
His kind of antics should be re-classed as a life of grime
We're not interested in plonker pulling a real discusting stunt
Nakedness we don't want to see, or a nasty shiveled front
Your ***** windows are to much so we will both be blunt
Keep your wanking to yourself and **** off your ***** ****
We don't care how many times, or how much you try
There is no necessitation to see your small **** eye
Confess your sins and tell your wife and don't you effing lie
That you've been bathroom wanking and flashing your cream pie
We told him we're not cleaning, when he dosent wear a stitch
And because he had to ******* **** and treat us like his *****
We're not your pleasure ****** when you've got that certain itch
Your ***** windows we wont clean when your mind is in a ditch
It's time us girls said goodbye you've made us ******* cross
Window cleaners we may be but your not our wanking boss
So now we're gone and you know why, my friend it's adios
And all because you had to flash and have a bathroom toss
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
Late this evening.
When words are so healing.
My head is connecting.
With you I'm still texting.
My eyes are slowly closing.
My mind feels so relaxing.
I'm tired from not
enough sleeping.
Trying to comfort my
steady breathing.
Almost asleep.
Wish you pleasent dreaming.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
Love is not a singularity
It is a whole
One cannot extract a part
Or worship only one piece
It must be accepted as a whole
One cannot only enjoy the soft warm places of love
The pleasent corners and pools
The weak seams that easily split
The lose threads that unravel with the slightest mistreatment
It takes great and delicate strength to walk its halls
Love is complex
And beautiful
It has hidden shadows and dark nights
It cries to the moon and begs for the sun
And it comforts them both in turn
Love is filled with dreams and hope
Longing and doubt
Wishes and tranquilty
Torment and viciousness
It resides in both angel and beast
Heaven and hell
And earth
In the tears of god
And the blood of the devil
One cannot claim it as there own
One cannot truely love any other person
Before loving them all
One cannot give love
Without giving themselves
First to love
Love is of our time
Our blood
Our soul
Treat it well
As you treat others well
Give your all to love
And give all your love
To those in need
Life and love
Though never perfect
Are always
Beautiful
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC
Once a happy thought gets started,
you can't help but feel warm-hearted.
Spreading through your viens,
where the happiness reigns.
Little moments make life big,
keeping those moment cherished
and making sure none will be perished
you'll think back again when your big.
Recall those pleasent moments,
that was cherished for a time like this.
Sometimes you might wish,
to go back and live those wonderful memories.
Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 9:37 AM UTC
Once I'm thinking about
Safest place of the world
As we generally presume
It's mother's womb
But,thinking over it
For a while
I realised
It's not too safe
Now-a-days
So,where is the place?
Again,I dive into deep thoughts
And,ultimately I eureka
It's mother's lap
The most pleasent place
" real life heaven
May be alive or after life
But,it's the place
Even,heaven can't replace-Written on 04.10.2012
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
Don't remember
The last December
I had
That was ominously pleasant
Some people
Never had a pleasent
December
Some just had
Heartache and misery
As their wrapped up present
Nowhere near as bright as the waning crescent
Technically the exact opposite
The wrong side of the fence
Watching pain commence
Is not what we wanted
Ever in this unexpected life.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC
You
You made me feel what it is like,
to be hurt,
to be hurt so bad,
I thought that I was going to die,
You made me feel like I had been stabbed,
I felt like I had been stabbed in the stomach
Where you knew that there would be no hope,
no hope for recovery,
or for life.
And you enjoyed it
Enjoyed my pain,
and my suffering
You made me feel what it was like to long,
to long for peace,
to long to see any one but you,
yet long to see you everyday at the same time.
You made me feel what it was like to need,
to need to get away from you,
but also need to be with you.
You were like the sun,
warm and pleasent,
yet cold and out of reach,
I needed you to go on,
but you shined in my eyes blinding me,
blinding me to you motive,
to break my heart,
I was your icicle,
you melted me little my little in the beggining,
but then made me freeze up.
You were the bull,
and I was your matador
I evaded you for a while,
and then tired,
letting my guard down
and you hit me,
you hit me so har
I flew backwards
hitting the fans in the grand stands.
I was dazed for a while,
and then got angery,
I took revenge on you,
but you won again,
I was hurt,
and always will be.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
We who have lived solemn lives,
Live again as to die,
Without a heartache or a pleasent stream,
To slowly guide a sullen dream,
Wish for me as days go by,
To live a life without the lies,
Of societal youth,
Democratic fields of,
Constant burning fires,
Reckless cares,
Desires and fears,
That destroy the animal paws,
The guilded nighttime,
Barren and cold doth he tell,
Will vile and such the skinless will
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Dark green carpet upon the floor,
And old fashioned door knobs upon each door,
Grandmother's hands dancing across the ***** as she sung;
And melodies through the house rung.
Joy prevaded this pleasent house,
Where kitties once sat waiting to pounce upon a mouse,
Where my Grandmother would happily hum as she would cook;
And in the Orchard my Mamma would be reading a book.
~Marian~
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
Swollen besotted
cloudy eyes
it's no surprize
you've forgotten lies
and after all
it's what you're
drinking for
well their shallow voices
hurt my ears
awake my fears but
no more tears
I'll just go to the store
once more
with riddled past my past
is present
see they're all Kings
and I'm a peasent
and I can't be pleasent
anymore
it's what I'm drinking for
and she's not me
no she's so free
so heavenly
atleast it seems
so I go low and wander slow
no one to tow along
and the race is won
with the setting sun
I'm right where we belong
with silent screams
and faded dreams
til there's no more war
it's what we're drinking for
©2002 Lyn
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 4:48 AM UTC
you helped raise us
no other woman can hold
a higher place in my heart
full of southern pride
you never held your tongue
or seemed to be shy
stating how you felt
it needed to be said
so you pay no mind
grizzly glue
you were our strongest bond
kept us all in line
fed us and held
your children when we cried
its hard to believe
such an unstoppable force
can leave us so fast
with no warning
and it hurts my soul
not having you here
physically to comfort
this wild and crazy family
selfish and greedy
thank GOD for your lesson
of being pleasent to them
no matter how bad the deed
yes ma'am i watched
took notes for my son
and for whomever will listen
2 years you've been gone
every second i spent
hiding the pain of you
not being with me
to hug and kiss
cook food and watch Jeopardy
your corner looks bare
i still feel you there
layin where your lap would be
you rubbing my head
made life worth living
troubles evaporated
my sorrows disintegrated
happiness roamed free while
i was in your castle
Long Live My Queen
now that your gone
your fortress is no more
i dont feel as secure
being bombarded by
boulders of depression
that let in the rain
precipitation in the form of
life's defects you shielded me from
our worst fears
lizards and hate
engulf your once pure living space
the weakest of your children
let your virtues fall
on deaf ears and blind eyes
but not me Madear
ill forever promise to stay
as strong as Hercules
and Samson everyday
just like you were
my grandmother
the indestructable MARTHA MAE
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 5:12 AM UTC
numb to reality
trying to defy mortality
you just sit around and wait
like a lost cause
banging at the gate
depending on fate
that against all odds
you'll get a message from your false gods
and rise from the dust
forgetting the difference
between ambition
and lust
hoping to embark on a mission
unaware that it'll be defficient without trust
so go with the flow
surrender all that you know
bend with the status quo
or bust
wait no
break out of this vicious cycle
in order to leave
you must understand
whats at hand
disband
from your troops
come to realize that what your fighting for
is a lost cause
behind a closed door
you cry out for more
living for the sensation
its reality that you abhore
stand still
filter your thoughts
distill
stay focused
on this hocus pocus
dont let the walls break
or out the truth will pour
to mix with your recognition
distorting fiction
creating contradiction
friction
a cure to your addiction
between you and yourself
you eagerly welcome
input from anyone else
all that you've become
is shaped from someone
with the worst intentions
you against the world
you can taste the tension
but your taste buds have the day off
so does your comprehension
its paid no attention
fitting into the mold
surrendering to your surrounding's hold
obey
do what you're told
the price has been bartered
you've been bought
and sold
the return policy
your last breath
held captive for life
untill your encounter with death
tests and trials
evaporate any denial
that could hide beneath your pleasent smile
simmering below is a truth so vile
baracaded and shut deep down in your conscience
lies the fact
that your unconsious
its on the tip of your tounge
but never mentioned
i guess that makes you
society's invention
Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 9:38 AM UTC
It's been a long life, been a long day
Waiting for all the yesterdays to simply die away.
Here I'am waiting with nothing to do
And empty hands don't make work light
Loneliness doesn't fill up right.
A hundred and three years she's been alive
No more breath to be taken and mesuared now
I'll remember the visits, jelly beans and nail polish
Not quite comfortable in that place,
The hospital's never been a pleasent place for me.
Now the struggle's over and I wasn't there.
Coward perhaps but now, all I can do is wait.
Wait till the aftershock stands still and everyone is home again.
Be there and try to understand losing
Someone close, distant at the same time.
I hope there's a better place, full of sunshine
No geckos and nothing goes to waste.
Hope you found the peace and the faces you needed
Great Grandma Sophie
Please rest in peace.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Special personal log:
We had set sail early on the 20th day of the second month in the year of 1728. The waters seem tame and the winds sang a pleasent south song. Almost exactly a day out of dock we encounter what I can best describe as a blue sun in the ocean. In the early morning twilight a blue light shined from below. Lightning bolts seem to emit from the waters and dance about the starless sky. It was then I saw with my own eyes a man floating above the sea spinning a long stick made of blue light above him. His eyes glowed blue and he uttered a strange chant. In that moment we were all blinded in an amazing flash of blue light. A creature now was in the place of the man. Its wings were grand beyond imagination! It was a dragon! It then flew beyond the sky leaving behind ripples of blue light.
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
I wish she could see herself from my point of view
And love her body when she looks at it as much as I do
I wish when she looked in the mirror she loved what look back
She is a beautiful woman but confidents she lack
If she doesn't think she weighs to much then she don't like her hair
If she's not complaining about how she moans then it's what she wears
I wish she could see herself from my point of view
Beautiful, **** talented, loving, sweet, and attractive too
Irresistably captivating, unique, funny, and kind
She is so much more then what she come up with in her mind
To me she is so much more than what she see
But I don't think she really believes me
I love the tone of her voice, her weight,even the paint on her toes
The smell of her breath, her hair, and other places not to be told
The way she laugh how she look at me and even her smile
Although I think she has a weird taste in clothes I love her style
I wonder all the time why can't she what I do
Do she believe me when I say I love you
She's kind hearted,humble,pleasent,and intellectual
Wise, easy going, affectionate,sweet, and joyful
A smile that could light up a dark alley a heart of gold
A walk that gets attention but I don't think she knows
That she is incredible not only in my eyes but others too
I wish I wish she could see herself from my point of view
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:28 PM UTC
I pass right by u and catch ur sent.
That sweet aroma that make me forget.
Dont know what it is,but is just so pleasent.
For that brief second made my day.
Back to the real wrold,where all my strugles
Arise.
But cant wait for the day again where u pass by,
Once again I catch ur sent and it takes me
Away.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
To the end of the road,
glittered by streetlamps
each of a different wavelenght,
you said we should go.
To the end and over the fence,
where the glitter is no more,
where the lights are seen from far,
where the lights are merged with the stary sky.
On the darkened grass, yet silver from the moon,
you said we should go,
where we are around it all
and not the other way around.
Where we can choose the path of the stars,
you pushed me down on the ground,
and I heard you giggle,
oh, that indescribably pleasent sound.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
There is something
other than a man
about him
eyes bright,
lips
locked
tight
his fingers
are not that
much longer
than mine
they too
know
chemicals
the touch of glass
between your bare
skin and acid
I tap words
through the sheets
with my finger-
tips
dot dot dot
dot dot
dot
and through the
haze of sleep
he smiles
his mouth titling
towards mine
we don’t call it
kissing
it is the pleasent purple
colour of neutral
litmus paper
it is our data
spreading
from the corners
of our mouths
into my
cheeks
my body betrays me
and colours them
red
but it is more
than a flush
of a fantasy
made present
to be able
to touch
this man who hides
(and lies)
to know
this light touch
of a man in
a mask
which he allows
only me to
see
through
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Just an elevator man
If he had a name he never said
Among few words were what floor
Pushing buttons, sliding doors
It wasn't like he wasn't the pleasent type
Everyone enjoyed the ride
Had a way with a smile
Could make a junkyard dog give up his growl
The years all pass in a dying breath
Steals your soul, don't give it back
With the old joke that we all know
Life has its ups and downs he often told
As he started to wear they bought him a chair
Just within reach of the buttons there
Some days though he'd be asleep
Happens more and more quite frequently
That's why no one knew that he'd been dead
A month of Sundays the coriner said
He'd passed away they believe
Somewhere between floor 1 and floor 19
The tenets now help themselves out
Thinking of the one that never said much out loud
Just an elevator man
If he had a name, he never said
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
this patron
no longer exsists
well this is news
to me
i just returned some
overdue books
and wish to borrow more
but nope, not me
I no longer exsist
that must mean
I need not buy
those lambshanks
for tea
Not pay those bills
teeter tottering on
the verge of overedue
no need to be pleasent
to any one, especially
not you
Rude lady, new
to the system
who has coldly
informed me
of my demise
Who states with
disinterest and haught
in her spectacled eyes
You must not have
borrowed for
the past three years
You no longer exsist
this she did insist
even as I pointed out
I had returned books
only three days overdue
Even as other librarians
stopped to chat, knowing
my name, recommending
new books, telling me gossip
about this and that....
This patron does not exsist
it cannot be true, it is not a glitch
this patron is a patron
through and through
I left them to figure out
the mystery, I did not pout
or get out of sorts and a little blue
I said I would come back Monday
that is if over the weekend
I do not simply fade away
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC