"ramping" poems
You were in a tail-spin, (You remember?)
Of course you do, endlessly falling,
Churning dark clouds for company,
Every silver-lining has a cloud.
So I reached right in, (you were so blind.)
Placed your trembling hand on the controls,
Although, you did not trust me, (did you?)
Not at first, although with good cause,
Because you were dizzy, disorientated.
But slowly, ever so slowly, we relaxed,
Pulled you out of the dive, up and away,
Banking, climbing, power ramping up,
Juddering through the stutter-stall,
Until we were purring, a throaty growl.
A big cat in a poorly constructed cage,
Bursting free, guided by rainbows,
Flickering smile insinuating itself upon your face,
(So lovely) on your beautiful lips.
Without really noticing, (smooth as silk)
We coasted along in open skies,
Rah, French kissing the gentle swell of the sea,
Transforming everything into a mirror,
Reflections captured in burnished bronze,
Can I release your hand now? (don’t gasp)
Yes, my love, you are flying again.
© Paul Chafer 2014
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
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Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 7:26 AM UTC
these are the sleeping roses that dream of thorns and candy
a plume of ludicrous rubes ramping up the drivel
a shanty town that shan't not blot out the sun with it's moon
but rather a rambling brook of gorgeous boredom
swimming upstream to get down there....
please go...you might arrive before you leave.
even so, this is a private conversation that must be broadcast
as lavishly as night blossoms
this is the dead space, shuffling down the alley ~
seeking brackish wisdom and polished dust
these are the genuine barnacles of faith; clinging to the hull of a derelict
an underground stream of punctual devastation
a zero, dividing without regard ~
these are the chilling suns, slathered in ice and muslin
a false door to a fiction
wretched with beauty and comely coronas
Thorns and Candy.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 12:02 PM UTC
*“when down dreaming ups” (Pradip)/
a mysterious phrasing sent,
the meaning devolving, beyond the obvious,
but slow like, as the mind turns and tastes
these words in different places, ways
when I lay me down to keep,
the dreaming up-ramping, the poems,
don’t know of absent muses, inspiratory lacking,
tongue tied eyes, all banished from the dream world,
where the poems come more than regular,
uninhibited and restless,
begging to be easy birthed,
oh please, oh please!
when down we lay,
up tempo do the brain’s creation ports
turn fiery red, agitated, masses of
tired, poor poems, yearning to be free
disembark all seeking a touchstone statue
to set them free to liberty
my speaking eyelids rapid typing,
placing whole writings in cracks in
the wailing wall, on my own temple mount,
where Hindi letters become stick figures
dancing praises to the lord and stars and
crescendo crescents interlock their tips,
until one dream complete is downloaded
to moistened, ready lips, for I am up, up,
from my down dreaming
10/20/19 8:54am
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC
It's odd to think of how much time I spend working out a mental fallacy or problem in my head or on paper and then it's just gone. It's like a rhetorical analysis and my life is a story.
Today i was struggling a tad about spending this weekend at my boyfriend's and him not spending too much time with me. But immediately afterward, I summed that yes, he's happy to see me, but I was the one who asked to visit and he already had plans of things to do. So Though he appreciated my company, he has others things to do and enjoy as well.
This is not OUR weekend or holiday. I am just participating in it.
It was like this welling emotion of hurt suddenly was alleviated, knowing that it was not about shirking me; it was about getting things he had already endeavored to do done.
Thinking gets me to many better places than places I previously was before.
I solve a lot of my own problems staring at a screen and typing them out, or just staring and thinking in general. It gets me through issues that don't need to be issues. Its just my chemical imbalances ramping up small emotions that need not be catastrophic, but can sometimes turn to be.
Similarly, I've solved why I'm an extrovert writer. My only friends were people in stories, and though I adore human energy and potential, real human beings do not compare to the neatness and logic of story characters. They can both feel as real, but real people can change on a dime, or be growthless, or waste their time and learn nothing.
In a story we'd call that unrealistic.
So I'm content being around people, feeding off their glorious energy, but also fine not being too interactive at all times. I can hear voices in movies, I can meet people in stories. I can suffice on the people between pages, and also the people out of pages who feel strong and real and connective to me.
Thinking and reflecting is one of my strongest traits. Telling my therapist about this trait was one of the first times I realized my possible brilliance. I told her I reflect and work out problems with myself, as it was the only way I figured out how to live when things were worst, and she was stunned. She says that trait, one used to often, can sometimes be attributed to genius.
Understandably, I was also stunned.
Reflecting on reflecting even feels rejuvenating. I am so proud of this skill, the skill that kept me alive and now is helping me learn to be self-sufficient. The growth is exponential. The usability is astounding.
I feel so lucky to be able to have it.
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
“when down dreaming ups” (Pradip)
a mysterious phrasing he sent,
the meaning devolving, beyond the obvious,
but slow like, as the mind turns and tastes
these words in different places, ways
when I lay me down to keep,
the dreaming up-ramping, the poems,
don’t know of absent muses, inspiratory lacking,
tongue tied eyes, all banished from the dream world,
where the poems come more than regular,
uninhibited and restless,
begging to be easy birthed,
oh please, oh please!
when down we lay,
up tempo do the brain’s creation ports
turn fiery red, agitated, masses of
tired, poor poems, yearning to be free
disembark all seeking a touchstone statue
to set them free to liberty
my speaking eyelids rapid typing,
placing whole writings in cracks in
the wailing wall, on my own temple mount,
where Hindi letters become stick figures
dancing praises to the lord and stars and
crescendo crescents interlock their tips,
until one dream complete is downloaded
to moistened, ready lips, for I am up, up,
from my down dreaming
10/20/19 8:54am
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
Daun kuning berjatuhan
Angin dingin menghantarkan salam dari Tuhan
Aku melihat pepohonan yang menari
Semua tampak indah menyejukkan hati
Aku hanya diam..
Diam tak tahu harus kemana
Kabut putih menutup mataku
Mendorongku yang berdiri terpaku
Imajinasiku kabur
Aku akan jatuh
Dan...
Dimanakah aku?
Diruangan serba putih aku terbangun
Menatap dengan pandangan memudar
Siapakah kamu?
Gadis kecil berlari dan tertawa
Berlari menjatuhkan bunga-bunga
Membuka pintu diujung ruangan
Aku berjalan...
Berjalan membuka pintu yang sama
Wanita cantik berambut pirang
Cantik rupawan mengalahkan Godiva
Seorang gadis kecil memeluknya erat
Dia...
Dia yang selama ini kucari
Dia yang selama ini kunanti
Aku mencoba...
Mencoba untuk menyentuhnya
Jari-jarinya yang ramping menepisku
Aku berpikir dia membenciku
Namun tidak
tidak...
Dia berkata padaku,
"Kembalilah, ini belum saatnya"
Kematian bernegosiasi dengan kemungkinan
Kemungkinan untuk meraih kehidupan
Di alam bawah sadar
Aku akan kembali menemukannya
-Kediri, 18 Maret 2018
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
You beat against the iron braced
The timbres shake but bolts withstand
As large this door is as it's thick
Your signal still encroaches clear
Sanctuary spouts its shrill
Like bells of rotting brass be tolled
I can tell you weaken more
By every second I lay claim
Some footfalls by the ****** in breath
And every ounce it takes
To think of whether side will draw
Conclusions I foresee
Hushed sobs on other side I hear
Not innocence at all
The tears are caked in ****** acts
As are the palms I fold
They round about and blaze their way
Their curses dark and vile
To wall or line of lancing spears
You are left in ramping free fall
You kick the wood with all your might
Desperation burning high
As I the listener await the fate
Of wolf pack on its hanging prey
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
I know of girls
Who are beautiful by themselves, who don't need a boy to tell them or a friend.
They are open, focussed and know how to distinguish.
They are also kind and hard working, full of value, and don't look down at others.
These Ladys don't like to depend , are honourable and with that are humble.
I also know of girls
Who are drunk of themselves,
Too proud to be kind
Who don't support others
Full or empty headed, they all lack empathy
They divide our society into cast ,
And are real épidémies
They are pit for men
None can advise you to be friend with
It's same for Men ,
One can speak of a Curse to mankind Relating to them.
A popular Prayer could be "God free us from this ramping diseases who took flesh to live among us "
But that's not what the Bible teaches Us Christians when she speaks of love , She says
" Do what you want that should be done to you, that summarises the law and the Prophets "
"Love even when there is hatred " otherwise ; In what are you different from the Others
Regarding These I beg God to forgive me for the Wicked words I used to describe Some of us .
Instead, I should pray For Them , even if I am a victim
I SHOULD LET LOVE LEAD
Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
**** y'all.
Everythin's spining.
Leaves flying.
Round and round.
Sadness floating.
Still here.
**** good it was.
Real lucky I was.
Now scares me.
Forget it !
Remember the funky happy song!
What are you waiting for ?
**** you all off, and just leave me alone.
Trumpets are singing.
Time to be sad.
Someone ? A Dagger please ! I'd like to stab my belly.
Maybe that way this feeling will fade away ?
An eraser for the past ?
The asylum is over there dude.
What about you, always looking towards the future ?
Hug it.
I know !! I know I should.
But Past is pulling me back.
That **** ******* feeling.
Don't need it to survive.
But is the salt of existence.
The burger of the life.
Give me the pepper would ya' ?
(the audience is invited to laugh.)
How did she move on ?
A guess ?
Wisdom ?
Or perhaps early Alzheimer.
Just kidding.
Maybe she didn't move on.
Managing only to close her eyes.
Oh come on shut up will ya' ??
Of course she moved on !
What did you expect exept Schwepps ??
Snow falling.
Negative things ramping.
Sun rising.
Positive things shining.
You don't live all year with snow.
Unless you're from Saskatoon. Or maybe Siberia too.
The burger, waiting for salt, increasingly covered by falling snow, got pepper instead.
Lol are you mad ?
Of course not ? And you ?
Neither am I. And what about the other guy over there, with the black hat ?
Dunnow. Looks like he's looking for salt.
Yeah, but seems he doesn't know how to catch it.
Yeah, he thinks snow is falling upon him, but it's salt.
Poor him. What he is looking for is all around him.
**** it.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC
Ordered bash iron G
OH Oho, Bridge
You missed you all
will but it, Ring around
a OK feet,
wear me.
We by does
and enough so before
The skin a More
SOS
Can't castaway bell inside
someone here Smacking
I my cameras a loneliness ramping,
but the mean Alright.
Pain September flashing send out loving
I'll told up two up!
on 3000.
Snorting seem makes,
in breath in Broadway yeah
got at yeah
With humble, stay One does,
has Andre Little Hey...
god magic formal deeds
she's you, aay.
Blud Snorting
Uh, your ya must just Every man,
Thought there's least
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
I locked my heart fathoms beneath the waves
assuming that it would be lost to time and pressure
Bewildered, I could not fathom how you carried it to shore
but was elated
at the thought that someone found worth
in what I had mournfully discarded
For some time since then we sailed on a ramshackle ship
my heart was still shackled and guarded
but on occasion I agreed to let it out
as it bled abundantly, thinking this sacrifice
could keep our sails on course
Of course this was only a cathartic ritual.
I often wonder how long the leviathan followed you
How long you keep it under your control as it stalked below?
When did it start to rebel?
When did you realize you were not its master?
When did it realize?
The attacks came slowly, as if it was testing our reaction
Gradually ramping up in intensity and intimidation
The first time it threw me overboard
I swore I'd never set sail again
and now I struggle to count how many times
I've plunged into the depths
We washed ashore
We rebuilt
but it became painfully apparent this beast would not relent.
At times I was not convinced this prowling menace is after you at all,
other times I think its end goal is to devour us both
The only conclusion I could be sure of
is that I could no longer risk the open seas.
In an act of desperation I've stolen back my heart and fled to the desert.
I contemplated not telling you
but just as this tentacled monstrosity does not seem able to leave you, so it is with me
Should you find your way to this desolate and desperate refuge I've chosen, I will welcome you with open arms
and pray that the creature could not follow where the waters do not flow.
May 25, 2021
May 25, 2021 at 4:49 PM UTC
**** y'all.
Everythin's spining.
Leaves flying.
Round and round.
Sadness floating.
Still here.
**** good it was.
Real lucky I was.
Now scares me.
Forget it !
Remember the funky happy song!
What are you waiting for ?
**** you all off, and just leave me alone.
Trumpets are singing.
Time to be sad.
Someone ? A Dagger please ! I'd like to stab my belly.
Maybe that way this feeling will fade away ?
An eraser for the past ?
The asylum is over there dude.
What about you, always looking towards the future ?
Hug it.
I know !! I know I should.
But Past is pulling me back.
That **** ******* feeling.
Don't need it to survive.
But is the salt of existence.
The burger of the life.
Give me the pepper would ya' ?
(the audience is invited to laugh.)
How did she move on ?
A guess ?
Wisdom ?
Or perhaps early Alzheimer.
Just kidding.
Maybe she didn't move on.
Managing only to close her eyes.
Oh come on shut up will ya' ??
Of course she moved on !
What did you expect exept Schwepps ??
Snow falling.
Negative things ramping.
Sun rising.
Positive things shining.
You don't live all year with snow.
Unless you're from Saskatoon. Or maybe Siberia too.
The burger, waiting for salt, increasingly covered by falling snow, got pepper instead.
Lol are you mad ?
Of course not ? And you ?
Neither am I. And what about the other guy over there, with the black hat ?
Dunnow. Looks like he's looking for salt.
Yeah, but seems he doesn't know how to catch it.
Yeah, he thinks snow is falling upon him, but it's salt.
Poor him. What he is looking for is all around him.
**** it.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
Queue ******
hands sweating
heart racing
focus, eyes glazing.
Queue Regret;
composure,
"why couldn't I maintain it?"
I am rich, not one of the unsightly poor!
"Why, why couldn't I maintain it?"
This sequence in trance, I was so sure!
**** WHY COULDN'T I MAINTAIN IT?"
Everyone is gone, FATE everlasting so cruel.
Queue Hope;
in that darkest hour I was prompted and asked:
"Do you wish to CONTINUE?"
A new beginning, a fresh start, reset and CONTINUE!
"Life is fleeting", that's what I have always been told.
"Do you really wanna do that?"
Why can't you move on, like every other ode.
"Do you really wanna do that..?"
Uncanny sentiment ramping in thought: "Alt_Delete__Control_"
Queue End:
Oh how you have played out to be
nothing but a sequence
a sequence that leads to
_End Process Tree._
"Are you really gonna do that?"
stopping not one, but ALL _.exe's_
"Seriously STOP, DON'T DO THAT!"
_NO_
self love
belief
friends or family
Could possibly save me,
from this already played out self tragedy.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC