"presumes" poems
Morning Sunlight keens like a mother
cries for her dying child & leaves
abandon their trees
while fall presumes winter
will glower like black
ice
hard from
preceding
months,
where the promise
of spring seems
unattainable.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
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If this is “fading”
Oh let me immediately “fade”!
If this is “dying”
Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
If this is “sleep,”
On such a night
How proud to shut the eye!
Good Evening, gentle Fellow men!
Peacock presumes to die!
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Down through the tomb's inward arch
He has shouldered out into Limbo
to gather them, dazed, from dreamless slumber:
the merciful dead, the prophets,
the innocents just His own age and those
unnumbered others waiting here
unaware, in an endless void He is ending
now, stooping to tug at their hands,
to pull them from their sarcophagi,
dazzled, almost unwilling. Didmas,
neighbor in death, Golgotha dust
still streaked on the dried sweat of his body
no one had washed and anointed, is here,
for sequence is not known in Limbo;
the promise, given from cross to cross
at noon, arches beyond sunset and dawn.
All these He will swiftly lead
to the Paradise road: they are safe.
That done, there must take place that struggle
no human presumes to picture:
living, dying, descending to rescue the just
from shadow, were lesser travails
than this: to break
through earth and stone of the faithless world
back to the cold sepulchre, tearstained
stifling shroud; to break from them
back into breath and heartbeat, and walk
the world again, closed into days and weeks again,
wounds of His anguish open, and Spirit
streaming through every cell of flesh
so that if mortal sight could bear
to perceive it, it would be seen
His mortal flesh was lit from within, now,
and aching for home. He must return,
first, in Divine patience, and know
hunger again, and give
to humble friends the joy
of giving Him food--fish and a honeycomb.
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By: Cedric McClester
Variety they say
Is the spice of life
Society presumes
To know what you like
But rarely do I find
That they get it right
They don’t know the difference
Between day and night
Haven’t you heard
Opposites attract
The issue never is
About white or black
And while I’m at it
Here’s another fact
Everything depends
On how they act
I’m just telling you
Where it’s at
What I eat
Won’t get you fat
So don’t be concerned
About what I do
Or who I do it with
As long as it’s not you
Haven’t you heard
Opposites attract
The issue never was
About white or black
And while I’m at it
Here’s another fact
Everything depends
On how they act
Listen carefully
Here’s the lesson
It’s no concern of yours
As long as it’s my preference
I’m not looking for your approval
Or your reference
And this is being said
With all due deference
Live and let live
Is the way I see it
And I don’t need a soap box
To decree it
I just need to be left alone
Free of all judgment
Cuz I’m in a zone
And I don’t want to detect
A contentious bone
Haven’t you heard
Opposites attract
The issue never was
About white or black
And while I’m at it
Here’s another fact
Everything depends
On how they act
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
for the missed and the missing
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lea - a tract of open ground, especially grassland; meadow; land used for a few years for pasture or for growing hay, then plowed over and replaced by another crop; untilled; fallow
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In the Lea Field
And again that man
in the fallow fallen field,
grasps his own tiller,
looking ahead, downwind, leeward to plow,
impatient to cut rows of upturned earth
to grow markers,
plant seeded rows of words
and again that man
presumes time,
planting a yearly crop of
hoped for just enough time
but it does not suffice -
enough and sufficient time
will not grow in the lea field
this year
Now a man comes to mind,
living and dying
in a lea field
the man too,
field fallen fallow like the grassy meadow
that once fed his overcast gaze
yet the man believes still,
word seeds of lea poems prior planted
fullsome in their dormancy,
potent with patience,
shall not always remain so...
they are
bridges-in-waiting,
un-til,
ready once more
for the missed to
till
anew
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
Your story
presumes
cobalt casualties
while my rendition
paints
silver linings.
Even storm clouds
resist temptation
when sunshine
invades
the horizon.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
I'm sick of the fall
when I try to fly
I'm sick of the let-downs
and regular goodbyes
I'm sick of the lying
scheming and deceiving
sick of depression
illness and under-eating
I'm tired of living
in a misshapen society
I'm tired of myself
and my constant anxiety
I can't help but think
if I just slipped away
would anyone care
or ask me to stay?
For he says I'm his love
then leaves the next day
meets another dreadful hook-up
and presumes I'm okay
Well, I'm done with the deluding
I'm done with the cheating
I'm done with my heart
and I'm done with its beating.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
Every passing minute,
Penetrates us with new implants,
Of dynamic stability,
Of anxious comfortability
Fixing until they're obsolete,
Machine flies in fleets,
Rust in our sterile neurons,
Symmetry causing deforms
An arcane glitch,
Until the illumination
Of our steel plated souls,
An untouchable virus,
Not alone but
Imaginary friends
Or personal nemeses,
Under the dust hides us
Fate lost its impact,
Before the very birth,
In self excusing motherboards
Entities of creation
Or accidental subelement relation,
Beings of chaos at unclarity,
No stalemate, always in action,
What's ever born of it,
Presumes towards destruction
Dec 8, 2010
Dec 8, 2010 at 1:22 AM UTC
If I was a fool,
I would believe that I was born to
Pull you from this cement cage
That encases you into perpetual stillness:
Static and untouched and yet so electric
That it pulls me to you with lightning-struck eyes,
As if it were fate,
(or destiny),
Or any of those other words that fools love to say
But who am I to decide if I am a fool
Or not?
It is a fool who presumes his own intelligence
And a fool who calls himself a fool
And it is true:
I would be a fool to love you
And yet I dig my nails into the concrete nonetheless
Clawing, pulling you out of this wall that stretches
East and west.
You fall onto me
In a cloud of grey dust, and your arms pull me up
And yet I’m not sure you’re real,
For shards of your wall-house linger on your skin,
Covering your face and hiding you from me
And still you touch and pull at me,
As if you were trying to pull me from a wall of my own.
Darling, with your concrete eyes,
How could the rest of your body be so alive?
Alive enough to run from me
After you were through with me
And you ran,
And you ran,
And I was a fool.
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:34 PM UTC
Secretly, I envied you...
Forgive me if it presumes too much
To wish you happiness and comfort.
As far as I can tell, you'd have me think
Those things are not for you.
I used to think that this was appalling,
and pity the creature who lays claim
To misery as their lot.
but
Secretly, I envied you, before even
Understanding,
That my pity was like hatred,
A misery in its own right,
And worse than that which I judged.
I resented the affront, another deadly sin,
And you were right.
You were right again.
You were right.
All along...
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
Galactic starlight of gold
Fluorescent and glowing strong
I'll keep it even though
I can't hold it very long.
This odd ball of bright
Is everyone's guiding star
With it you can see the city
And you can see very far.
But it's the only light in the city
Because every other it consumes
Who needs more than this ball of bright?
Only the greedy, it presumes.
It has a mind of it's own
It's goal to protect and control
The people worship it humbly
Their oppression something unknown.
They can't leave the city
To the world outside
The ball of bright though is hungry
For more power, in it's pride.
Cause the star is confined
To these city walls
Though it's powerful
It cannot leave at all.
So within these walls it suffers
As the people suffer as well
Though they're blissfully unaware
Of the stars want to rage Hell.
The starlight ball so bright
Really wants to leave the city behind
In it's yearn for freedom
It has a plan in mind.
It'll expand the walls of the city
By raging wars and fire
Gain more land and thus more freedom
And build it's tower higher and higher.
That is not what it really wants
The freedom is nice and fine
Though it's not really freedom at all
But power hungry in kind.
Because though it has more land
More people and more power
The walls still trap it endlessly
So it resides alone in it's tower.
Immortal life for the star
Along with power and land
But a yearn for freedom
To be held in a hand.
And let it go into the sky
Back to where it belongs
We took it for our own greed and power
Let it be free to go home.
Stars shouldn't be confined
Within city walls to rule everyone
To be worshiped and fed power
When it should just have freedom.
Feed it and it grows strong and mindless
But let it be free and it will be soft and guiding
Feed it and it will be powerful and hungry
But let it be free and it will grant wishes to your liking.
So keep the stars in the sky
They can still guide us through the night
But they're free up there
And it's better for everyone in their plight.
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 8:41 AM UTC
I have been ill the way the sun is ill
In the black empty of nowhere
With a thousand fragments floating,
(Adoring in rings and ovals)
And no light but its own
Lonesick stare reflected from a thousand
Dull copying fragments; and it presumes
It is the loneliest of the universe's
Togetherlonely children.
I have been ill the way chalk is ill
On the blackboard staring out at
Uncomprehending faces, and then
In one let'smoveon wipe
Cleared from existence;
And some did not finish their notes.
I am ill with the grandiose
Ill-used illness, swirling my tongue
Against my own abscesses
And crying oh God it hurts
When they might have healed
But for my own foolish
Probing painful wanting.
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 4:21 AM UTC
Ardently you sought me, your perfect partner
in the planned, ****** crime extraordinaire,
all I needed to say,was "yes I am game"
Nothing more than our bodies commanded,
yet, I did that because it is you, who'd be in
the other side of the bed, that pleases me a lot.
You were an unknown and rare perfume
that I long sought, but failed to lay my hands on,
every amorous eye, falling on you,would attempt
fornication,vicarious, but all were in vein, of course
then, your eyes fell on mine, though you'd have loved
it to happen the other way round for more perfection.
Both of us are, those ones who walk that extra mile
in any kind of ****** adventure, without inhibition
if the idea originally occurred without instigation.
for us "Kamasutra"in it's real potential,is yet to be invented.
You always had thought that you were the game changer,
but now realize, things aren't the way you expected!
How could you imagine, I still am uninitiated
in this genre,passion play we put our body and mind
a flaw you should have avoided, in the first place.
Now,make up for the lost time.Do the thing in earnest,
why don't you ascertain the facts before begining?
One presumes that things move the way one plans
with out considering the significant other playing!
playground of cupid remains a field of pleasant surprises.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
You can have that boy
really you can
I don't want him but not because of reasons you think
you can have that boy because if he won't have deep talks with you at 1 am then I don't want him
if he doesn't like books and his favorite parts don't happen to end in cliff hangers and beautiful begininngs then I don't want him
If he isn't very smart and his bestfriend is a pig I don't want him
if he chooses looks over intellect and the feel of your skin as apose to what's underneath it and if he doesn't try to dig deeper into your soul through unlocked doors then I don't want him
if he pretentious and thinks he's all that and more and presumes he can throw your heart around like a deck of cards, then I don't want him
if he plays your heart strings like his favorite instrument and then puts it away when he gets tired then I don't want him
if he chooses false friendships over your love and says he "simply doesn't have the time" to save you
Then I don't want him
Quite frankly I don't want a boy
who is built out of stone cold silver and rotting piles of dirt
I don't want a boy who isn't clever and doesn't let his nostalgia over take him from time to time...
so you can have that boy
vm
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 5:50 AM UTC
You see Tim McGrath was getting teased by Mark and Ryan whilst jonithan was filming the whole thing on his iPhone
And Tim said **** off I don't deserve to be treated like this
You see I am trying to enjoy life
And you **** are trying to push me down and then Tim said I don't wanna get teased like this because I am a family person who doesn't deserve this inappropriate teasing
Ryan said how about I give you a nice kick up the *** whilst Mark said as I pass by your head I will knock your brains right out of your head and Tim said I don't want this awful teasing to keep going because I do a lot of good for this country
You see everyone presumes Tim hates people partying but nothing could be further from the truth because Tim was the party animal a bit like me I guess and Tim hated people treating him like someone who is against partying and like me Tim said he was the party animal of the world a bit like Brian Allan but Mark and Ryan was having fun teasing Tim whilest jonithan filmed the whole thing with a big smirky smile on his face and Tim was sad because nobody likes him
And they want him an object for social media and Mark Ryan and jonithan were laughing as they humiliated poor old Tim
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 7:06 AM UTC
Joey sees her strolling
up the beach, young girl,
smoking a cigarette, been
in for a dip, her legs all wet,
aged 9 or 10, scanning the
sands and crowds, hair
blowing across her face,
her eyes dark, scowling,
he follows her barefoot
track wondering where
her parents are, where
she’d got the smoke,
the stance, the stare of
her giving the beach a glare.
Joey ponders as she turns
and looks back towards the
sea, the cigarette held between
fingers, the smoke rising,
then she waves a hand,
puts her head to one side,
and then Joey spots them,
the parents, he presumes,
the woman a long haired,
sun kissed ***** swaying
her hips and broad *** along
the sands, and the man,
holding hands, a beefcake,
suntanned, puffing a cigar,
gazing at the young girl,
presumably his daughter,
like one sizing up a gift horse,
letting out language and
words loud and course.
Joey watches them meet
up and walk up the beach,
each one kissing each,
then the older woman
goes off alone, as girl
and beefcake stroll to
the sidewalk and go off
and out of sight, leaving
Joey to sit and muse
and watch the sands
and sea, a slight breeze
tousling his hair, thinking
of the girl’s fate, her life,
although she isn’t there.
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
I threw it all away like smoke through my fingers,
Scattering my dreams self-sabotage – it figures.
I've lost the passion and I'm running on fumes,
You’re okay it will be fine – everyone just presumes.
Working Hard and Sleeping light,
Starting from scratch now that’s my fight.
I'm all out of love, fervour and conviction,
Wondering if the efforts are worth the reward.
Moving through space and time with little direction,
And sometimes not being able to tell back from forward.
Losing hope embraced by Fears,
I'm complacent and waiting for something exciting.
Looking out and holding back the tears,
Emotionless void never abating.
I heard them say you can fix a mirror if it broke,
But you’ll still see the crack in my reflection.
Days and joys past I cannot evoke,
A broken compass offers no direction.
I can feel the hate growing inside.
Filling the void left by the ebbing tide.
Starting from scratch now that’s my fight,
Working Harder and Sleeping light.
You’re okay, it will be fine – that’s what I assume,
I've lost the passion and can’t keep running on fumes.
Searching my dreams self-sabotage – it figures,
I’d thrown it all away like smoke through my fingers.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 7:15 AM UTC
Such pretentious pretense presumes a plethora of personal pejoratives,
please pay the predicament proper attention previous to persevering with proposed promises of placation.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 7:31 AM UTC
silence in the library
the stillness of the air
the creepy crawl in the pit of my stomach
mixed with the continuous pinching presumes
you hope they dont stare
Apr 22, 2011
Apr 22, 2011 at 6:54 PM UTC
". . .THE WONDROUS ARCHITECTURE OF THE WORLDE. . . ."
I laugh
the road over the Hog's Back
closed because....it melted
was the sun ever so
back in your day
eh Kit?
and what do I read
Mr. Marlowe?
why words, Kit, words
that word magician
Dr. Burgess he presumes
to bring you back
to life again
and so it seems
I see your blood Kit
streaming in the firmament
nay only a Deptford sunset
dragged screaming from memory
your blood upon the page Kit...
mere cherry juice it
stains the words
and so to Deptford I
do go
thanks to Madame Remembrance
I a poor
purveyor of poetry
clutching at words
and here
a great reckoning
not in a little room
but on a lost street
staining the scene
a sickly yellow
and so enough
of Prologue...
Act 1 begins
a smiling ruffian
see his knife smiles too
the blade eager for blood
alas I
in so much pain I
have no fear of death
indeed would welcome
the flicked knife
if it would release me
from my life
a man prepared
to die if it be so
"Come live with me and be
my love..." I doth quote
in my best Passionate Shepard
"Wot?" he wots
scared of my insouciance
the ghost of Marlowe by my side
ahhh he the very villian
a scar from eye to smile
he aims to do the same to me
"Where, rogue... did
they get thee?" I mock
"VILLIANS 'R' US?"
Marlowe's ghost laughs
"Aye lad...aye lad
to him!"
"Only one of us..."
I warn my hellhound
"....will come out of this alive!"
I pause for effect
"And I'm afraid
it won't be( hee hee ) thee!"
I take a determined step
towards my would-be
now trembling killer
who all this wordage
being too much for him
he flees
ahhh the glint of words
defeats the glint of steel
he my would-be-not-to-be-death
"What God or Feend, or spirit of the earth,
Or Monster turned to manly shape
Or of what mould or mettle he be made...?"
I declaim to an audience
of cats and cans and
other streetly filth
I...I. . .unable to
find the next line
and so I etc., etc., etc.
and once more
I am of Guildford yet again
30 years or more away
and there melts a road
upon the Hog's Back
and I laugh to be alive
"Doth teach vs all to have aspyring mindes:
Our soules, whose faculties can comprehend
The wondrous architecture of the worlde.."
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
Life provokes obstacles,
That is encountered by many,
Pursuing such unique careers,
Cost a fortune; not a penny.
Life is vivacious,
Filled of laughter set by younger ones,
The memorable days of homework,
Yes, there was tons!
Life tells of a novel,
In which humanity grows,
Successful or not,
God always knows.
Being able to succeed in a future life,
Is not folly, yet a gift,
Taking chances and risking pure life,
Would be a great shift.
Life presumes to be adventurous,
Even if it doesn't go a certain way,
It will try Its absolute best,
Throughout life people will play.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
Life provokes obstacles,
That is encountered by many,
Pursuing such unique careers,
Cost a fortune; not a penny.
Life is vivacious,
Filled of laughter set by younger ones,
The memorable days of homework,
Yes, there were tons!
Life tells of a novel,
In which humanity grows,
Successful or not,
God Always knows.
Being able to succeed in a future life,
Is no folly, yet a gift,
Taking chances and risking pure life,
Would be a great shift.
Life presumes to be adventurous,
Even if it doesn’t go a certain way,
It will try its best
Throughout life people shall pray.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
It was another blast from the past
And like they said a love like ours would never last
I've been turning stones over and looking under bridges
Searching for the answers to impossible decisions
You came into my life on a conveyor belt -
Casually walking past and taking the air with you
I was reaching for something else, anything else
Then I knocked you over the same way I did
A glass of red wine on the seventh date we went on
You once told me that coincidences never coincide with you
And I've repeatedly mumbled about fate and its misgivings
It was true -
I should have watched where I was going
Maybe if I did, I wouldn't have tripped and stumbled,
Fallen and tumbled, right in your way
You walked out of my life the way a feline presumes it owns all
With a sultry confidence that was almost mocking
At the same time, I couldn't help compare you
To his hands at 2 AM by the bay
And his lips locked on mine while we rolled about on an edge
You were crystal, and he was porcelaine with fine China
You were safe, and he was a wildcard with no limits
I pegged you as the marrying type
And him as a summer fling
You strolled over my already aching heartbeat but all I could think about
Was him.
I shouldn't have given you the satisfaction of
Serving me my favourite tea by a plate of scones
He was the one I wanted and I was the one you had to possess
I loved you
But I was in love with him
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
small upon the wire
extruded with such effort
she swings with the wind
capturing her stability against
the verdent green, once secure
she again launches, like a spelunker
down into the darkness of the bush
only to reappear and leap from leaf to leaf
having constructed her main lines
the little architect, then proceeded
with absolutley no fanfare
but an audience of two,
enthralled by her
bravado and industry,
to fill out the infield of the construct
before setting some fishing lines out
off her main points, to sway in the breeze
she then strolled back into her leafy boudoir,
one presumes to have a well earned nap,
before dinner
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC