"posie" poems
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**i'm here
invisible hand
retching in your pocket
reaching in your face
teaching all
or nothing
blue bottles buzz
round my head in circles
making me dizzy
I pick a posie of dandilions
gone to seed
I foray about
looking for the shiniest
diamonds in aluminum cans
the brass ring
must certainly be
tarnished gold
the forge bellows that is my chest
heaves in another cough
cooling my tounge
the empty wind that echos ashes
spent embers collect
in the cracks
of the
abyss
my bones which were disjointed
oh so slowly reassemble
instantly
but someone
at the factory didn't
read the
destructions
my legs are arms
my hands
feet
i lie under a cold
sky
in july
oh don't cry
when i die
no whitened seplechur my inheritance
my epitaph nonsense
a palm tree o'r my
grave**
soulsurvivor
(C) 6/13/2015
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
Baby blue
And posie pinks
Intertwined with orange tints
Fill the heavens
For all to see
But especially
For you and me!
Golden rays that end the day
As the sun sets and travels away
We sit on opposite sides of the earth
Marvelling at gods mighty works
And through the dark days the sunlight thrives
How you’re here with me despite thousands of miles
How this moment is so precious and real
And how I’m always here for you to tell me how you feel.
Tonight we’re under similar skies,
And tonight I bared a beaming smile,
Because I know in this world I am never alone,
For I have you, my safety, my friend, my comfort zone.
Let the orange tones warm you,
And let the pinks fill your cheeks,
Let the blues be in your eyes,
So beautiful and unique.
Let this sky be a sign that we were always meant to meet,
And let this poem be a memory that we can always keep.
Tonight we were under similar skies;
Despite the hundred thousand miles,
Tonight I know we were together at heart,
Tonight I realised,
We’ll never be apart.
Every sunset was made for you.
You are god
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 4:26 PM UTC
there's a girl who stands
around the corner
protecting it like
it was her border
I walk by her every
time that I'm leaving
but everytime I wish
to be loudly singing
'hey Rosie girl,
Rosie Posie girl,
come run away with me
stop protecting your corner
and we'll go be free!'
I don't know her
but I love her all the same
the girl on the corner
with the pretty flower name
oh Rosie girl, sweet Rosie girl,
come run away with me
stop protecting your corner
and we'll go be free
then one day she was gone
taken by the law
away from her corner
without sound or brawl
they took my Rosie girl
locked her up and ate the key
and I shouted to the sky
'hey Rosie girl, my Rosie girl,
come run away with me
stop protecting your corner
and we'll go be free!'
then one day a grave marker
showed up on th street
to show that Rosie girl
had finally gotten beat
I cried about the Rosie girl
that girl from the corner
who protected it like
a sentry at the border
the mane of red and
those eyes so green
callin' out words
that sounded mean
but Rosie girl, my Rosie girl,
was the sweetest flower in the snow
too bad the government
decided she just had to go
I don't know her
but I love her all the same
the girl on the corner
with the flower name
oh Rosie girl, sweet Rosie girl,
come run away with me
stop protecting your corner
and we'll go be free
so Rosie's now an angel
I know it like a fool
with her wings of light
and beauty to make you drool
she's the sentry of the corner,
of the border that's now spent
but everybody knows the story
of the girl who came and went
I didn't know her
but I loved her all the same
the girl on the corner
who had that flower name
oh Rosie girl, sweet Rosie girl,
I wish you had run with me
forced to leave your corner
and now you're gone and free
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 6:51 PM UTC
Ring around the rosie
Running from black death
Nothing can save us a deal has been made
Pocket full of posie
Save us from black death
We did not see our error
Until our last dying breath
Ashes ashes
Our eyes like glass
We can't see the smoke rise
Or the fire overhead
We all fall down
Try to run if you must
But black death catches all
From the poor to the mighty
Brought to our knees
Black death is coming
So run and flee
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC
"normally my Message,
is
meant to be diCouraging:
urging you to reConsider
burning these Chemicals.
medical aWareness
is my
bearing of Courtesy.
burn it with the **** n Liquor...
...this is a Poison."
poising........Posing
as a
potion for a Voiding
all the
voices in yer Dozy
little
Red Dead Rosie
little
posie of a Head.
"Red Red Rover."
"Victor........Please..
..come to Join us.
.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
She likes to laugh in summer
She likes to dance in Spring
In Winter warm's the butter
In Autumn dancers sing
In June flowers don her hair
In April grow she will
Adance the chance to see the sun
December - member, green is still.
And yellow shouts the solar flowers
While melody passes the birds on pink wing
Across the bright of rainbowed showers
An Autumn-Winter-Summer-Spring
Cosy posie purple heart
Pine cones grow and roots wriggle down
Soldiers, lovers, sippers sing
The aurora more a festive crown
And 'lo, my sib'; take light in eye
Though grey and opaque cleanse the lens
What may share may never die
What may grow stays here forever.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
heaven mapped on
Frigidaire.
rat poison
[posie ring] ****
girl on the elliptical will get
rabies from her bfs bluetick
& the man at library
will tell me the same story
about hazel eyed women
next week.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
No silver bells nor cockleshells
no ring a ring a Rosie
just honest toil and English soil
to bring to you a posie
I miss you I miss you
I'm feeling down
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 1:54 PM UTC
A wraparound escalier
Rosette's to wrap ourn Dud's
Rebels to society
Low and high class thugs
Epicurean phenomenon!!!!
A Cosmo's to macroism's
Plasma to holy force
Phatom's of ourn own opera
As yen to take its course
Homage to ourn own castle!!!
Excretion to bare ourn name
Wild gluttons
Barbarian untamed
Spelling eachother's name
In hieroglyphic memorandum!!!
We shalt travel beyond old Egypt
We shalt gun the pagodas
We shalt peep the shrines of gosha
As in giants we shalt become!!!
A convent well maketh many babies
Basilica's of the angels
Seraph's of treaties
Shalt we sign ourn admiration in blood?
Tis
Yes
Tis
Love!!!
Kirks to keep ourn reme
mberance
Friary's to be attentive
As the mutuality
Shalt be sweet mine aimer!!!!
No distance shalt be to far
No rancor to blow ourn hearts
No hot mustard to stain out tarts
As Madrid shalt wrap us between acacia posie's!!!!
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC