"preplanned" poems
your touch,
deafening noise
chaotic choruses;
clouding my mind
agitating hourglasses,
showing me that time exists.
but, why do you do this to me?
after claiming connection..
–
meditated movements
in the moment,
is what i crave;
in my tension
setting intention.
opening
and activating the root
of my sacral desires.
–
do you not have it in you?
bass dissolving;
enough to take the beat away
into your fingertips?
with half of your heart
touching me;
calculated caresses,
preplanned movements..
haven't you ever
let yourself lose control?
haven't you ever
closed your eyes
and seen into my soul?
yes?
no?
maybe?
lost eyes tell me otherwise.
–
do not touch me,
unless you mean it..
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
Hey there (if you're there at all),
I sincerely hope all is well.
Guess you're really swamped with work,
honestly no need to explain, I could just tell.
See the thing is... the thing is, there is actually a thing.
Something has come up.
It's quite hard to explain cause I don't yet know what we are,
so if we are kind of a 'thing', then I want to breakup.
You don't write to me any more
and I really miss those emails
witty comments, sarcasm and ******** banter
strung together with immaculate grammar and ample clichés.
You seem to have forgotten that I didn't fall for you back then
and very little had changed since.
So three years later when you contacted me out of the blue
I was hardly convinced.
As a preplanned holiday got in our way
placing you 5 hours behind and 5000 miles apart
it was that daily email exchange over a month
which gave whatever it is we have now, its start
not calls, not facebook nor skype,
just words, simple phrases and our ability to type.
Essence of your raw personality seeped through
enticing me to a very pure, untampered version of you.
Since I returned, since we met, things haven't been the same.
Are you trying to gain the upper hand of this game?
Because, I wasn't even aware we were playing,
so technically neither can win, such a shame.
I appreciate your intellect, ambition, success
and middle class upbringing,
those random gestures of affection
and passionate **********
I understand your commitments
and the hierarchy of your priority que
But just because I get it
doesn't mean I'll agree to put up with them too.
It's true, my future is rather blurry
but that's a different thing.
I might be chronically needy
but I'm not asking you for a ring.
I do however fancy flowers
and would really like to go dancing
a daily doze of 'you're thinking of me'
topped with very large amounts of cuddling.
If all I wanted was to get laid,
there was plenty of opportunity to be swayed.
Time to end this hand has come a little too late
with a Royal Flush in Spades.
I will miss those endearing emails,
and the 12th floor of your office with its magnificent view.
I will miss the idea of having a man in my life,
but I won't so much miss you.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
Marriage as a choice,
Needs a voice...
A voice I have found in myself,
A prospect I found in yourself...
Do not be deaf as I recite my proposal,
Do not be dumb during the appraisal...
If you preplanned rejection,
Consider this my swansong...
Come on now,
Know me more...
Read my poems and stories,
Listen to most of my songs...
Know me more,
And forget yourself...
Leave your ego behind,
Welcome my love in your mind...
Make space for me in your life,
I am not fat, I am not huge...
I am confident of my art,
You will find me straightforward...
Straight and ****
That's how I operate...
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 1:35 PM UTC
There is no great guide and conductor
taking you through some great plan.
you wont get through any golden gates
because you were scared into doing good.
chances are chances and wishes are wishes,
not a preplanned destiny.
Do things because theyre right
not because some character in the clouds
told you to.
guide yourself through good and bad
have faith in that maybe we're responsible
for our own greatness.
have faith in us as a species and not a
sim-ulated play mate.
i sleep with a light on
because I'm scared of the dark.
my mind tells me there are dangers of the dark.
sleeping in the dark wont hurt me.
in many ways the dark is my light.
you might think so too.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
On reaching the brim
You fall or swim
Similar the case is
In my race
After getting what i thought
Still the situation
Which needs to be fought
Why no calmness
Such anonymous awkwardness
Feeling jolly
Coz i filled my liability
But still unhappy
Coz preplanned
Which calls for the meaning
And that is not happening
Can't i get
Is this what i meant
If this is all
Then y anxiousness
With emotions on
Such anonymous awkwardness
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
If only I knew then what I know now
How now brown cow
Bully bully
Can't go back in time
Those who stole committed the crime
It's all about chuts and ladders
Gets me madder what does it matter?
Maybe life was all preplanned
Are we all just defective units and meat puppet style robots that once existed off in a far away land
I once knew a billionaire man who killed himself
I knew a happy drunken *** who never had ten dollars
Which one is richer?
D. Clare
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
When all my world had turned to grey,
Colour had gone and nothing stayed.
Reality was harsh to withstand,
Dream was the only solace.
When all seasons grew worse,
An Eastern wind was the only support.
Someone from east;
Predestined or preplanned from heaven,
Blew soothingly in my life then.
A bond much stronger nurtured within,
Something was clear ,would last forever.
Someone was the change,
Shooting stars had crossed the sky again.
Life had never been so beautiful before,
Colours were brighter and vibrant more.
Knew not I then, rock heart replaced
by softer when.
Tuning of life had slowed down,
Rythm of heartbeat had paced up.
I knew that Someone was the
Change.
Looking in the eyes of love ,
I knew I had found my precious man.
Colours had never gone, seasons
were not the same.
He was the change, he is the change.
He is the one, he is my gain.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
She is not a preplanned list
Or a recipe of perfection.
She is not a dictionary of
Adjectives or an inventory of
The most beautiful things that designs
A flawless human being.
She is not a checklist
Of qualities that makes her
An exception.
She is raw and flawed.
She has emotions that makes
Her unique.
She is like the broken tiles
That is used to create an artwork.
She is a rain day
That forms a glorious, and
Vibrant rainbow.
She is the mud
That sustains the growth
Of gorgeous flowers.
She is a mushroom
That grows in the wilderness.
She is an old blanket
That warms my heart on a
Cold day.
She is imperfect
But that is what makes her whole and
That is what makes her, her.
And I love her
Twice as much for it.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
Tis a question of time
that bringeth my words
simultaneous or vanished
I wonder the worlds
Tis it here or there
now or then
hath it gone away
or doth it play again
I hath sought reality
to ask which one
would it be tomorrow
or that which is done
Must it be one to suppose
a looketh upon lines
choosing thy path
amongst many of a time
Millions of possibles
thou has in thy hands
or tis but a chance
or of thine own plans
and what reality
twould you play
a destiny
or thy own
I ask thee
is it preplanned
the winding road
home?
Nov 15, 2009
Nov 15, 2009 at 6:13 AM UTC
I took a sip of a rolled paper
with a burning end.
As I expel the smoke there is Grey ashes
which are my passions left out.
My heart is nothing but the ashes.
It chokes with the smokes which make it unlit.
It may be impure.
But no use in blaming me!
Blame the person who made it dark!
My destiny wasn’t preplanned
it’s being created by me!
I love to sacrifice myself for Omega
just like matchstick sacrifices for light.
Nothing is better than being alone
with a rolled paper.
I just wanted to be a bright star
on a dark blue sky.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 5:05 AM UTC
I do believe, Birth and death are preplanned certainty.
all our choices that we make, will plan our destiny.
everything we do, changes what could be.
If I say yes to you today,
I may lose something more tomorrow.
But who will ever know?
A certain spill or minute missed, could mean everything,
to happiness and misery
or timely uncertainty.
I was late this morning,
changing my formality.
My fate was changed immidiatly,
when I was late this morning.
I was safe today.
I heard the news,
a cemi struck my bus .
If I had been on time,
sends shivers down my spine.
I could have been no more,
with the other casualties.
When I saw the bus;
dented in completely, where I always sit,
laying on it's side.
many did not make it,
my pain I bare inside.
for I was saved by minutes late,
my special fate today.
A kiss from death this morning,
was not my time to leave.
My time of death is certain,
planned it is for me.
For me it's uncertainty and definatly destiny.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC
....
Heart, calmed for time being by Mind and hidden into box of rest and dimensionality of Earth. It has hidden it's fire of Love, closed by lock of rationality and smartness of body.
The less fire burns in Heart, the less it wants to look out into window and spectate life.
But all of sudden it sees familiar shape, or there was a glimpse of flower, same flower which someone gave to you, familiar sounds of favorite melody, which you were listening, when you were in Love, or...
And roused Heart, and forget all those, what Mind been teaching in numberless repetitions and orders. That Mind, that build the wall from pain and suffering, to divide Heart, to divide dreams, to divide Love. It has build tall fence from pain, and forbid to look into sky full of stars, and listen to SKY.
But the spark, fleshed by memory of Love, broke chains of Mind, and burned them down in a moment. Pierced straight into heart, awakening feelings and desires. And now, fading fire of Love in it erupted with new strength and brightness, taking all wishes and dreams along to the Sky.
Awaken heart from sleep, lulled by Mind. It's mighty bright fire got ignited again, which burned down all reasons and proofs. Burned down in a moment, all rational paths, and all calculated by Mind route, of Life path, which was build by pragmatic Mind.
It has forgotten of promised convenience and comfort of preplanned routs, forgot and doesn't want to recall, Earthly life comforts. It took off to Sky, illuminating by it's fire World around, and stars began to illuminate the Heart and fill up with Hope.
It doesn't want to ride in a train of life, convenient and comfortable, with certain beginning and end. It wishes to be free, in it's Love and live, to burn, to wish, to love. And freely fly in vast space of life
It filled up with fire, warmth, Love. Doesn't want quietly die in a train of life, where there is no Love fire, and desire to Live. It doesn't want to choke without Love, as a spectator looking into window of life without it.
It wishes to stand still, suffer, take off with Happiness, and land down with Sadness. It wishes to fill with tears of Love, but love in a way to enjoy these Sadness, these Life, these deepness of it's Love. To raise up to Sky, high to the stars, where stars will be filled by it's Sadness. Which will cause Shooting Stars illumination of vast space of Sky.
For it, important, the process, filled with deepness, with sensitive bliss, fulfilling elevation. Cause for it, for alive Heart, this is Life, way, path and meaning, that place, where it heads, entangled to it Soul, filled with desire that Heart. It wants to be free, dream, and fly and LIVE!
....
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
I felt it on the back of my neck,
a puff at first, licking at the sweat
soaked threads of tangled hair
that lay complacent on a broad reach
Telltales of the human kind that
whisper to the meta states before
transforming into siren calls of
change, something different,
something new, something
longed for in the quiet doldrums
trapped by endless drifting
on the boundless sea
My body turned instinctively
to face the tease, while my mind
remained behind, still stuck in
the quicksand grip of fading
memories, and slow surrender
And then the spray, from a swell
across the bow, a jolt of innocence
against a wall of indecision,
splashing hard my cheeks and
forehead, stinging splintered
lips and wincing unfocused eyes
A sudden rise came next, followed
by its fall, to weave their way into
a gentle roll that slowly
rocked the beam
Announcing arrival of the gusts,
scattered bursts at first, a panoply
of warm and cool that pressed
against my back and swam around
to fill, then leave the yearning sails
I hauled the sheets in closer, hoping
to capture the moment of the wind,
and though my preplanned destination
called the course I had been on, I
turned the wheel against the grain
and bid farewell, to the lee shore
I gazed out into the distance, where
whitecaps smiled at me, I smiled back
cranking sheets to the full
measure of the keel, and rode the
surging waves oncoming, taking
the howling wind on filling,
with its breath
my lungs, once again
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
1. Carry a humble confidence
With you
Everywhere you go
2. Be spontaneous
Because the best memories (typically)
Are never preplanned
3. Realize that you are
Beautiful
Intelligent
Warm-hearted
But never
Allow any one of those traits
Define you
4. Learn to love yourself
Before deciding to fall in love
With another
5. Never compare yourself
To something or someone
That you were never meant to be
Compare yourself to who you were
And will be
6. Never crave validation
Of your worth
Through the meaningless words
Of people who don't truly understand
Or know you
7. Most importantly
Live.
In.
The.
Moment.
Because life's too precious
To have your focus be in anyplace
But where you currently are
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 7:26 PM UTC
The spirit's board, a chess of silent grace,
Where goals, like pawns, find their appointed space.
Invest like rooks, in wisdom's sacred lore,
Mindful as bishops, what paths to explore.
Like queen, a heart that counsels, serves, and mends,
A gentle nurture, where true kindness blends.
Control your knights, your senses wild and free,
No overreach, in silent dignity.
Each day a gambit, new and bright unfold,
Accept the check, where patience makes you bold.
Forgive the captures, learn from every snare,
Humility's white king, beyond compare.
Black and white it seems, the boxes we stand
It's good, bad, all moves can't be preplanned
So with time, make the best of it
A soul is its very own mate.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC
Yochana played
the Schumann piece.
Her fingers
nimble and soft
ran over the keyboard
to a preplanned purpose.
Her mother and Benedict
sat on the sofa listening;
her father was out
in the garden weeding,
classical music bored him.
Yochana played
from memory,
the Schumann
was a piece of cake
(an expression
she'd got from Benedict).
Her mind was elsewhere,
on last night
in Benedict's bed
(or the guest room bed
where he was),
on how she had crept
across the passageway
to his room
and entered his bed.
A little slower there,
her mother said,
this is Schumann's
sensitive work,
needs more gentleness.
Benedict looked on
at Yochana,
trying to ignore
her mother,
listened to the music,
eyed her waist,
narrow,
the hips,
the way she moved
her body as she played,
her bottom easing
side to side
in her playing.
Yochana slowed
down a fraction,
her fingers
(if fingers
have memory)
thought of the motion
of opening Benedict's
nightwear buttons,
the touching
of his piece.
This is a difficult part,
her mother said,
take it carefully,
Yochana,
do not rush.
Yochana slowed,
heard her mother's
voice behind her,
imagined Benedict
sitting there
watching her
in his silence,
his mind on
other matters
than the Schumann,
after all,
she mused
soft smiling,
we are only human.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC
On a lightening day
both were in close mode.
On a lightening hour
a river 's water became
charged and killed
all living creatures.
That lightening burnt your
red lips
made it black lips.
That lightening also
did burn your long
hair jot to compete
in fashion week and
to have a second boyfriend.
This was pure
preplanned attack
artificial lightening of your
boyfriend-scientist
to you.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 11:12 AM UTC
●●●
*do you remember
our first meeting
we both were
anonymous
neither me
nor you
were famous
we haven't seen
to each other even
not having any point
common to discuss
seems it was
just a coincidence
we meet as we might
be having some relationship
since inception of universe
you might be a little bit
uncomfortable
restless reluctant
and quit nervous
however
I was confident
that's why on the outset
in front of you
I confess
or otherwise
something else
It was
almost
certain that
nature itself
having preplanned
our first meeting for us
I never been in position
to reveal the truth now or then
although I only know one thing
that without having you in my life
I could never been experience
true love, joy and success*
●●●
©deovrat "अयन" 12.07.2021
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 4:00 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Well, I’ll be ******
Trump and Putin are a sham
Perpetrating a flim-flam
They just shot Uncle Sam!
In Helsinki with a battering ram
Is it necessary to draw a diagram?
In order for you to understand
That all of it must have been preplanned
They met in private
With no notetakers
Under the guise of peacemakers
Just like your average lawbreakers
Doing their best to throw haymakers
See neither one of them are Quakers
But they’re con men outright fakers
Playing ball like the new Lakers
I blame the one,
But not the both
Cuz Putin didn’t swear an oath
He wants to stymie our growth
And Trump’s playing with half a loaf
For his base which he betroth
But which of them hates us the most
It’s hard to say, yet he’ll still boast
He doesn’t care about us
So he’s betrayed his sacred trust
In order to do what he must
To protect himself and to adjust
Even if we all go bust
Making America how he discussed
Despite the economy being robust
He’s unworthy of our trust
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC