"proviso" poems
and there i am in the midst of it all, conscious of what appears to be existent, yet knowing it is illusory. and if time is occurring synchronously then how can i look back with contrition? for if i have the capacity to move backwards and forwards in quantum leaps, i can erase the past like pastel chalk on an antique blackboard, then start anew. is not the sky my canvas and the arc of the rainbow my palette? and the stars in lustrous luminosity light my way so that ev’n at dusk I can paint. yet pain ne’er ceases to hollow me out. then through a barren vessel i catch more rain, and pour it out upon the parched terrain. just when i thought enlightenment was nigh, a sharp edge is discovered. must it necessitate additional sandpapering from the wind? when will the gemstone sparkle without further pressure? does it lie in its power to simply shimmer sans duress? perhaps it was dazzling at its inception, relinquishing its luster upon domestication. with this proviso, as it nears twilight i shall tarry and blend with the night. i’ll dance with a moonbeam knowing the jewel will glisten afresh upon the rise of the golden sun.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Bumming your fat knobs and insert your helmet naked and unashamed
Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Kicking off kick-off, cyborgs brought face to face
Tartan sunstroke and may Mumbo Jumbo's **** all lie among you
Nine, eleven, seven, thirteen, six, quinquereme, ******** ********* Tweedledum and Tweedledee, unsocial person, erectoffensive!
This is Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
You've really ****** the naval officer
And the hatchet faces want to know whose blouses you abuse
Now it's time to evacuate the ******* if you have a free hand
This is Lance Corporal Tom to Masticated Ectoplasm
I'm fancy dress dancing through the cat—flap
And I'm groping inside a swollen grotesque sailor
And the plums look gigantically unusual nowadays
Ergo from Land's End to John o' Groats am I piddling in a crumpet slammer
Telescopic hindward the lump
Uranus Arsenic is scatological
And there's sweet **** all I can have ****** *********** with
With the proviso that I'm Ichabod celibate centipede sextillion heads
I'm fondling vigorously paparazzo
And I think my sputnik knows which direction to ****
Tell my ballbreaker I ****** her vigorously for England, she bonks
Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Your menstrual cycle's kaput, there's oojakapivvygizmo spleen
Can you smell me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you get to the bottom of me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you delve into me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you...
From Land's End to John o' Groats am I vibrating ring my crumpet criminal lunatic asylum
Telescopic hindward the groupie
Uranus Arsenic is scatological
And there's sweet **** all I can have ****** *********** with
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 4:22 PM UTC
1357
“Faithful to the end” Amended
From the Heavenly Clause—
Constancy with a Proviso
Constancy abhors—
“Crowns of Life” are servile Prizes
To the stately Heart,
Given for the Giving, solely,
No Emolument.
—
“Faithful to the end” Amended
From the Heavenly clause—
Lucrative indeed the offer
But the Heart withdraws—
“I will give” the base Proviso—
Spare Your “Crown of Life”—
Those it fits, too fair to wear it—
Try it on Yourself—
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though they'd not been born
as co-joined twins
a bond so close merged
in their relationship's fins
one couldn't move without
the other being alongside
always together they took
the same stepping stride
co-dependent
in everything
even of mind?
co-dependent
in everything
this their
bind
but there was a controlling
one in the pair
*it was ******* the other's*
living air
it
put
a
proviso
on
the
body
that
was
weaker
directing
it
to
be
its
spinner
speaker
the weaker one knew
that the mightier one
had its secrets hidden
away
and that it should do
what its co-joined twin
did forevermore
say
there's a sacrifice
to be made by the weaker
in codependency
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
Growth
From the dying firelight I stand ,
Burning embers fry my feet where I stood!
I stand in your honour,
Proud as love lives!
Life will thrive,
Nourished and nutured,
As natures' own dreams intended!
As crippled soul,
I am restrained,
Without you,
I don't love,
I want no love,
I know no love,
Other than your proviso,
Love could ****
If I'd let her,
Hell,
I won't she has no holds,
She has no boundaries,
Strength in my honour,
No others have these causal effects,
Nobody could,
Tragic, nonetheless magic,
My claws rip at the tide of flowing love,
Scratching myself on the way!
Life is deathly in dark hallows!
Light will prevail ...no qualms!
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May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
This ain't a poem, its simply a random sketch of my mind's space!
With the rising of the Sun, hopes soar high like kites caught in a gusto of the ever prevalent wind… A moment of happiness brought forth. I don’t know where the darkness plans to interrupt… But a candle I have, and with this I shall light my torch with a hope that the waterfall doesn’t affect it. I walk ahead with a sole proviso to conquer my foe, a ruby in the hilt of my sword and a pearl on my finger. I wish to make peace but the war rages on. Helpless and flightless the dove has fallen onto the bare ****** mud field. Although I wish to caress it I’m on ice that refuses to melt. Suspended on an ailing bridge I try to cross over to the fine green pastures with a beautiful day and an equally wonderful night… Extraordinarily I gaze on the sweet bliss entwining me in a floral band. Never to rise again I fall asleep in the waiting arms of the Omega… I have lived but not lost…
Jul 3, 2011
Jul 3, 2011 at 11:32 AM UTC
it's been quite some time now since I've seen the world smile
all I see is corruption and everyone living in denial
there is so much negativity surrounding me
what the **** is up with this world
they keep asking me
we need a more rational approach to adopt in the face of the human condition
instead of the need of needlessly perpetuating our species and spreading the misery
death and destruction seems to be the answer
we might as well make our brief time as existent beings as bearable as possible with the proviso that we don't inflict any unnecessary harm on others
somewhere between these two positions is the best pragmatically speaking
we should not flinch away from recognizing this if we had boundless respect for the integrity of truth
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
The population's being coppiced
laid atop funeral pyres
and those men with matchsticks
for a brain
are the ones who'll light the fires.
If I could
I would get while the getting is good
touch wood that I don't become deadwood.
There are some for whom the sun always shines
and we are the some
some of the time
but
most times we're not.
They put pictures of houses where houses should be
homelessness is not a priority and
seniority counts for nothing in an
'all for myself' society.
Dystopian?
Dismal?
that may be so
but the shambles we're in
is just so abysmal
what do we see?
no one's breaking free
we are trapped in the krap
and we're sinking in deeper,
You should
keep a diary
wire me the updates
rate it on trip advisor,
one proviso
stare at the truth 'til
it blinds you.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC