"radient" poems
So, you're sitting in a doctors room, wondering why you can't stop crying,
When he enters saying"It's good news" a result from all that trying.
In a haze you drive to tell your mum, she knows from the silly grin,
And there and then, you buckle up, this journey is about to begin.
So, vomiting and painful ******* and screaming at your husband,
Is part and parcel to this little nightmare, nature calls pregnant.
Oh, don't forget the stretchmarks, and the piles that grow like grapes,
And mood swings, constipation, and eating sticky tape?!,
And now you're halfway through your quest, you look so beautiful,
Your hair and skin look radient, maintaining health is dutiful,
Then little kicks bring on the tears as both of you embrace,
And watching as the tv screen shows up a tiny face.
As weeks turn into months, you begin the preparation,
With practise runs for when its time to get to the nurses station.
Your feet have disappeared from sight, no need for the nail clippers,
And lack of sympathy from him, as your feet look like fluffy slippers.
The lack of room within your womb means little or no sleep,
The inability to get up, so give in, stay in the seat,
So here we go, your waters break, and hubby thinks you've peed,
You tell him"Get the car, or i will squash you like a seed!".
The pleas for pain relief and stupid questions from the nurses,
You try to answer politely, between the frequent curses,
The final throes are happening, you're screaming like a pig,
And out she comes, the miracle, "Oh look, isn't she big?!",
Then suddenly all the pain and grief are suddenly forgotten,
"A boy next" Those famous last words of your poor husband!
Nov 1, 2009
Nov 1, 2009 at 3:39 AM UTC
The desire to show myself
Could get me killed
With the malicious intentions of the world that I inhabit.
The name on my forehead
Is that of a caste
I am what they say I am born with
Then I must tell you that I am born with a gift to create
Would you then call me the creator’s own reflection?
Leave the question unanswered.
I desire to show myself still.
I want to tell the world about the art
That I had created
The covers of the books I designed
The books I am about to write.
Then I contemplate what I want to share
Through this feeling to bare myself naked.
I realize that I want to experience
The dazzling beauty of the smile
Radient on the reader’s lips
On the art connoisseur's face
The artist that I am
And not the illiterate brute that they call me to be.
The truth is in my nakedness
And I desire to unveil it in front of you
It, the cloak of my pen-name,
The mask of my unrealized self,
The naked body of my noetic being.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 5:30 AM UTC
Standing outside just to breathe fresh air,
maybe I'm pretty dull for enjoying the feeling of standing there.
But there's just so much to take in, so much see,
so much to hear and feel and experience "here to be".
And yet there's something else here,
something I can't comprehend.
It's a comfort that for as long as I can stand here I cannot understand.
But's it's not a feeling of pure madness,
I know that feeling is long gone.
It's a pleasant aroma, a strengthening touch, and a beautiful song.
I don't know if others feel or felt this,
but I surely hope some have.
It's a feeling better than smiling the widest smile,
or the most jolly filled laugh.
Now I know why I live here,
it's this feeling that I must share,
the feeling that can summon so much joy from only standing there
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
Empty whispers
ascending destiny
leave a radient glow
on the reality
of descending lovers.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
Through a hole in her
dilapidated nest,
a besotted crow, eyed the moon
she loved and longed for.
The desire grew,
as the moon's smile became intimately radient,
as if he yearned to embrace illicitly
the magical night, within crow's charmed wings.
At the dead of night
when she lost all hopes,
and reluctently went to bed,
a moon beam, like a thief, crept in,
and slept with the crow's
unspoken sadness.
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 12:59 PM UTC
He was the moon
Eclipsed all over my radient heart
The world would have seen us
But he covered everything in dark
In that finite moment
We loved and kissed hard
Until the rules of the universe
Tore us apart.
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
She’s as small, yet beautiful
As the budding spring leaves
She’s as radient and strong
As a summer day
She’s as colorful and calm
As the leaves falling off the autumn trees
Her hairs as white, and her mood as soft
As a snowflake falling on the ground
She's Born budding
And She Dies Soft
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC
Oh, I wish the summer would come,
So my wonderful leaves would appear,
So I could russel in the summer breeze.
So my fruit would grow and be eaten,
So my branches would warm up,
So I could be bright and beautiful again.
I wish I could dance and laugh and play,
Just like all the humans all about,
I wish I could jump and sing and shout,
Just like the humans all about.
Oh, I wish the summer would come,
So I can be radient and glowing,
And so bonnie for all to see.
Mar 22, 2011
Mar 22, 2011 at 7:57 AM UTC
your touch is like electricity in my veins
i crave you
you're like the sun
radient, warm
your smile is contageous
it could cure anthything,
it cured me
they say boys are made of snakes and spiders,
but they haven't met you
you're sweet, you're sensative.
everything about you invites me in.
the way you caress me when we say our goodbyes,
to how you stroke my smoothe skin, showing me that you love me.
but what you probably don't know,
is that i would cross the 7 seas to kiss you one last time
i would climb mountains to see you smile,
or to feel your kind embrace
because i've never loved someone like i love you.
but i'm cold
and you burn.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
let the water
trickle past your fingers,
like memory,
falling through the holes in your
head, cloudy, tattered.
let your head,
as fluffy as clouds,
brush up against stars,
constellations of
legends, of sodium
and potassium hallucinations.
sometimes people lie.
let the air
brush each
and every alveoli of your lungs,
each gyri and
sulci of your brain.
taste the salt --
sweat, the sea, your blood.
let the iron,
stable, sunbright
iron, carry itself
with the poise of
a red giant --
both radient,
striking, bleeding vermillion
and crimson.
stable, like a mountain,
letting rain run
itself over with the gentle
caress of an old lover,
who knows the contours and the
dips of the body,
and yet is getting --
reacquainted with it,
after a long time away.
the sweat of the
maker sticks to
the threads that
weave to make the library that makes
you, that
holds information, holds itself
in letters,
quartets, spirals.
taste the salt.
the wind sounds like the sea,
outside my bedroom window,
when it's too late
for my eyes to have
not made
their coupling of
the night.
imagine the salt-mist,
bright and cold on your
face, like the
splatter of blood,
leaking out of a nose;
like a river flowing
from precipitation, mist,
downstea, rejoining where it once
came from, where it was
always going to end up.
fate is a funny thing.
they say that every cell
of yours gets replaced
every seven years.
i wonder how long it takes salt,
iron --
to rise and to
fall,
like the eight minutes
the light of the
sun follows to get
here, to our
little pinprick eyes,
to our dopamine
and norepinephrine,
the spikes and
dips of neurons, firing.
how many heartbeats, breaths?
how many crashes of waves?
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 12:26 AM UTC
It came like mist
On water at night
Slowly
But powerfully
I didn't even know
It was there at first
Until it turned my heart
From the beating read
To the dead black
I left all familiarity
For hopes of something better
Little did I know
I was leaving paradise
For its nemesis
I rolled my life away
Like dice
Until nothing was left
Save that charcoal heart
And a feeling of defeat
In my mind
I had fallen
Into a pit
Of destruction
And slick as the walls were
I could not get out
I shouted to passersby
And cried out for anyone
Anything
That would save me
From this shadow
Yet none
Would turn aside
I wallowed long
In my own thoughts
And searched for another way
If only I could find a foothold
I could climb out on my own
For days
I attempted escape
Only to fall again and again
Until I was so broken
I could try no more
And it was there
Deeply submerged
In darkness
And despair
That my soul sang
An old song
Like a prayer answered
In my misery
And inability
I saw a man
Glowing
And more radient than any
Sunset
Climb down to join me
Taking my hand,
He helped me to my feet and suggested
That I make use
Of His shoulders
Standing then, upon them,
I found myself able
To reach the top
Looking back
Unto my Savior,
There was now no way for
Him to climb out
"Good sir, how, now do you make your escape?"
He spoke softly
"My job is done, it is finished,
Pass on now to freedom,
Go now back home
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
You describe yourself
In impossible ways
Your skin is lumenous
Your heart is golden
Your eyes are radient
I'm thinking you should stay away From metal detectors
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 8:25 PM UTC
I was dry
Laying on land breathing clean air
Bathing in radient light
But I got hot
I grew restless
I couldn’t take that bright sun
So I tried to take a quick dip
But I got carried away and took the plunge
Now I’m splashing helplessly
And the cold water’s stinging me
It’s covering me
And becoming me
Dragging me down
Deeper and deeper
Further and Further
Into the dark abyss
The hellacious unknown
I can’t reach the surface now
I’m continuously struggling
So I’ll give up and go down
Letting it take me
Becoming tangled in kelp
And I’ll bury my head beneath the sand
I’ll take one last look
Up at the sun I once knew
At the place where I once was
I’ll close my eyes
Let the darkness and engulf me
And let go.
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
I know I'm cumbersome I know i can seem like a test
something you need to overcome the one bad apple in your basket.
I know i doesn't meet your expectation. This world doesnt meet mine either.
the very air seems to be suffering for anxiety and reactive depression, understand, its in the ether
You know I'm an apathetic empath, felt every kind of woe
know life's too short always being sad, all i can do is wait see what life has in store.
I identify with nothing but myself, no delegation
Now all i know's is love no hopes no segregation
no disappointments because no expectation.
i would do the absurd, accomplish the impossible to have true joy.
radient like a triangle carried by birds,
I Tried to fool the system like the horse did troy.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
Eyes that gleamed so bright,
and a voice deeper than the ocean.
Tall as a mountain,
strong as the wind.
Veiny hands
and a radient smile.
Oh, how I wish he was mine.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
a bird,
in flight,
caught between
heaven and earth
set on outstretched wing
with radient sunset behind
now that is poetry to soothe
a rattled mind.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
The star in the sky and the aliens march
The star in the sky shines into the midst of a summer nights glory of the sky of love making waves into the mist of the midnight sky. Travel like the speed of sound though a great universe upon a time travel into space to a great land of unknown hope and spear itself high into a land forgotten and unknown by life.
A alien stands out from the crowds as it looks into the great unknown from its sparkling and radient craft and looks out to wander and watch among the deadly night holding out its flashing and jumping hands it covers the world with its eyes watch it peer out from a moonlight sky looking and signals with its powerful robust arms thousands of aliens descend upon our dear land to ravage and probe and clutch our people hiding in sheltered lands
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produced and written by wayne mockler
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 2:26 PM UTC
I don’t even know myself anymore. I look myself in the mirror and I see this girl who isn’t me. That girl I see in the mirror..her eyes look dead. They look empty. She’s crying, tears falling from her dull blue eyes; her eyes used to be so radient and happy. Her wrists, shredded up, along with her thighs. What happened? A few months ago there were no scars or cuts. She made herself into a hideous monster. Oh I’m not done yet. This girl, her words cut through people like a razor; just like the ones she used, she has no sympathy. She’s lost, panicking, you can see her anxiety rising, ripping away at her second by second. In the mirror you see her family, they look upset; she did that to them. They’re yelling, threatening. Her anxiety builds up more. Her family leaves, letting her cry alone. She can’t quite say anything right, and ends up taking it out on her beloved friends. She can’t take it anymore. She wants out, but she can’t leave. This girl in the mirror isn’t me, but she won’t leave. This girl creeps up on me, and she scares me.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC