"reals" poems
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the sun is beautiful--isn't it?:)
come back no more
retrieve those times free those ends skirting down the space
literal meanings of known
overflow in motions of waves I would never say
then them be tunes symphonious to the ear
splendid in fear of eternal reveal
she in disguise no more
comes to a life
snatched in daze taken by hand
fight or flight said the drag to the glass
hesitancy in the eyes of guilt and rebel Mars
my heart flutters for the leave into the dark
a step between the light and the dark
no seconds no thirds on duty bark
turn the black and show the white hue
for a selfish moment for a stare for a blue
in the tremble memoirs are written upon floors for the remember
yet found in not an adequate resemble
lose me once then carve the doors awake
my feet lie on logs of take and not fakes
make up my soul
make up my mind
its not late for another chance another mistake
she in the adds
she in the lines
she for an escape maybe untouched by those
neither by these
cut my slate bring me to the reals forever sealed
for my eyes surreal
not for once not for dear
the sun brushes feather for the sight to near
an end of oceans to look up mercy on the seas
one jump to **** her gear
--------ravenfeels
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
I am actually a huge fan of Banksy and thoroughly enjoyed Dismaland but the A level kids I teach at a school just down the road from Weston couldn't get in because they've got Art P2. We wrote letters and sent emails but had no reply. They were very disillusioned by it all so their art teacher decided to take them to Dismaland and show some of their work on the grass outside. Security were not impressed and called the police. We made a film about it and I read this poem at the gates. This is the first part.
So this is where this tale will start,
Of What is Banksy? Who is art?
You're the joke now, don't you see?
This ****** ticket lottery,
For crazy cats who play the rules
Not you poor buggers stuck in schools
Can’t press refresh at the stroke of ten
Cos that's exactly the time when
the bell rings for art to begin
The irony is lost on him.
No tickets in your grubby hand
Cos schools cant afford the broadband.
Don't look at me with dismal faces
You lot sure are going places
Yep, you're all sat on a train
Going to weston in the rain
Who do you lot think you are?
No movie queens nor a rock star
You don't fly in from LA
You don't even have a card to pay
No Damien's, No Brad. No Suze.
Pack up your dreams kids,
Born to lose.
Like a load of buckets to the factory gate
Where we'll have to stand and stand and wait
He is not Wonka, he's not your friend,
This Charlie gets nothing in the end.
So looks like we might not get in,
Stare them down kids, take ours to him.
Banksy Inc. has made these choices,
But they can't silence all our voices.
Helllooooooo Banksy?
Are you there?
Going to show these kids you care?
Open up those hallowed portals
For this lot of mere mortals?
They've brought stuff they want to show
It's really very good you know
Because they made it from the heart
Not for a calendar of street art
You know? Like how you used to be?
Before they showed you on TV.
They protest about stuff for reals,
And soon be snapping at the heels
Of all the London folk in there
Sell for a million but pretend they care.
Come on Banksy they'll be good
Take their selfies like they should.
Come on Banksy, just be nice,
They'll snap up all your merchandise
And shuffle round the park like drones
Take out pocket money loans.
Listen kids, this isn't working,
Banksy's in his rolls and shirking,
We don't need to storm the walls
We can show them we've got *****
By standing here and giving free
What they've all spent five quid to see.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
(Cebuano word, an identifier for a male person whom we do not know by name.)
Here's a story of a not so lovely baby
Hey babay go'ne my way
Faded, on his way, shameless
Maybe needs some work....
What the hey, anyhow he play
The game of heart break
Silent now
Shirk and shake it off your shoulders
Telling myself insistingly
"He ain't my responsibility"
"I won't feel bad - take care of your own
****
We smoke and vape
The other **** we hit the days wide awake
My bad, acquaintance not much else
A brief voicemail
he is shaming whispering
"Hey bakla - what are you?"
Who that Price?
when your ice glaciers melt
And garbage comes bubbling up
From under your breath
So Truly only you
For reals tho'
Be he the abandoned one
Early on broke
Those years ago a kid
Hatred your imaginary friended
You're a G in your head
Spite quiets down when
Down and out ...
Crazy to suddenly
See you now
Still loathing me
And somehow I believed it
As cries for help but
Hungry wolf each night
Is still a dog
planning to bite.
Still angry at me for nothing's right
Just another sod
To prey and feed
Upon...
Yow not a dog
Your it's flea.
To think I prayed for you...
Forgot the gist of this
So so sorry
No kidding this morning
No taller story
Than pretending to be something
Worthy.
As friend as family.
Now you're just a ****
Someone Without a name
If Strangers call you ****
I still do not know you
Aren't that close with
Who you've wronged before...or
Why I'm an open door,
Walked on all over
Sorry so tardy to tell you
No more.
****
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
You’re sad but there’s no reason to be sad
Heart is throbbing
But you can’t tell nobody
As you have no reason to feel these things
Make others laugh
In hopes you’ll get that in return
Heart continues to ache
Why can’t y’all tell I’m hurting for reals
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 4:33 AM UTC
Listen friends and neighbors
As I do my best here to tell
Of some of the animals which
Reside in this jungle hell.
Some may look harmless
But can eat you all alive.
And many for no reason
Prefer you do not survive.
One is so horribly large
It can fall on you and end
Any chance you may have
To become its loyal friend.
It’s the smarmily gracious
Nearly total waste of *****
Cringingly contumacious
Pusillanimous pachyderm.
It blunders around the jungle,
Often the danger is crushing.
It cares not for little folks, it
Only cares where it is rushing.
The other creatures around
Are annoyances in its way
And it really doesn’t care much
What they might have to say.
Of course, there are donkeys
Of many different classes
But try as each of them may
They always act like *****
They bray but acquiesce
As long as they get their hay,
And do their absolute best to
Stay out of the pachyderm’s way.
And of course, the chameleons
Who cleverly change their look
So they can hide in plain sight.
No chances were ever took.
They hide among the foliage
And only come out to eat
And stay out from under the
All of the larger animal’s feet.
The pachyderms are herd animals.
They learned to stick together
So, few are clever enough to
Face them down in any weather.
But there are these little creatures
That use tricks and some tools
To take the occasional beast down
Though animals think them fools.
Then there are the tigers as well
And they must be well considered
Because like the pachyderms
They work very well together.
But they won’t often take on those
Huge beasts with the long trunks.
They are smart enough to choose
Their dinner in smaller chunks.
So, the lesson here is for you
To move carefully, don’t bungle.
It may look like a lush and green,
But for reals, it is just a jungle.
The beasts will make short work
Of humans whenever we weaken.
So, don’t walk blindly around.
Remember, it’s you or them!
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 2:07 AM UTC
Is it worth my time to rhyme
or should i just state my case
and place this dime in line with the
others waiting patiently for a chance to be
exchanged for a song to sing along
monger thoughts about doubts and clouds
hot girls or conquered worlds
fast cars and false stars
bop to the beat bequeath further ideas
or lies so I'm told by authorities
brought to tears for a neglected world
flag unfurled of false ideals and
reals of red tape to bind hands
stunt plans of mans
minds evolution ever we should
grow to realize nothing even justifies
this disregard for free energy
and unrestricted mental tenacity
Let morals rule 'sted scripted paths
reinforced by stave and threats
of hells frightful burning fiery vats
-2007
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 12:10 PM UTC
Can love suffice,
my breaking ice, heart.
Sometimes so bright,
others whisper of my light,
without presence of a cloud,
facade premises allowed,
darkness innate,
tis sins fate,
to worry and strife with only pre-assumed might,
lovers fight.
Can seasons conceal,
realistic reals?
fading blossom and bloom,
twelve full moons.
Leaves rustle and brown,
people age and clown,
we live, we hope,
for a way around the moat,
to gain castles entry,
in this new century,
to proceed without fear,
behind technological austere,
expression both grave,
and brave, crave, gave, grave, slave..
why do we revolve,
around loves sweet resolve?
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
Above the sea,
With clouds slipping,
The old moon runs
All this ocean is,
Glass and dream
Is all mirror, I face
Reflections of loss
And promise unknown,
Anxious, clear emptiness,
The peace of held sorrows
Of a lone soul floating out,
Tossed in the blood tides
Of dashing hope, blurry,
Bane dream made reals,
In this picture, slow runs,
Of ocean moods, my being,
Two moons anchored by the sea.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
Life is full of marvels
Open your heart to them
And if your heart believes
They will surround your reals
******
Smile for each new day
Ask it to be great
Joy of your soul
Will come to you and stay
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
Intent on the final bell ring
declaring spring for reals
as we feel every inch
a bag of hammered turds
You will have heard the crack
in every colleague’s voice this term,
felt the glut of panics
that the journey home may be in a hearse
Still, it could be worse,
and when the rear view
shows a dwindling, darkening school,
we’ll spend two weeks pondering how,
exactly
Apr 1, 2022
Apr 1, 2022 at 8:24 AM UTC
Destinie, so bright, slow fly, goodbye .
Flies out and Carry on, Flock Plane .
Baybay, dock boats honk, "Don't" .
I won't, **** *** I Goo ...
Hello, there kitta kat, **** Bill .
Bills pay parents, mountain can it .
Holden in a place where rivers flow .
Destiny, Flowers, Music's blare .
Art, Write, my face and what I 'reals care .
But down to the ***** penny, floor,, smoke a Cigarette .
I always hurt myself, like a funny joke .
Or the kind you want to kinda kind a applause .
Sitting or ReMemory, the De Ja Vu .
Kilted Moon , sat on in clue .
o .
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
They call them dream catchers
The ones that steal you away
They're hidden inside the pretty girls
Written on they're smiles
Twisted in they're spines
You can never really tell when they have you wrapped up in there web
They're hidden like a black rose in a red bouquet
Tossed to the curb worthless n fake
Dream catchers will caress you in a safety net of sweet sleep
They'll fill you with feelings
They'll make you feel safe
But dream catchers never give back the dreams built up by days and later by nights
She'll ****** you to stay and then she'll make you want to run away
Dream catchers are often gorgeously framed
There beauty is like no others they're beauty reals you in
Not knowing there silently hiding under cover
Lay low for awhile cover up words with a smile
Don't give in to the lust they pass off as trust
They only have one goal in mind
It's only a matter of time
They'll slip into your life sneak into your room they'll be waiting on your bed blending in with the seams
They look like Pretty girls and there Trying to catch your dreams
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
Ever since I can remember,
these slugs been hounding me,
these wheelers, these dealers,
like drug dealers, they peddling
they lies to try and hypnotise
young minds like mines but you
gotta remember what they tell
you's real and what's really real
is two totally different reals.
Those maggots they try and sell you
on some pie in the sky, just another lie
another fantasy, another trap to
keep you and yours down in the gutters.
They tell you you ain't pretty enough or,
that you ain't smart enough, or you
ain't good enough as you are, and that
what you need is what they happen to have.
A bottle of pills to cure all your ills,
or is it just something to siphon your will?
You gotta believe me, man, or lady,
you can't trust those suits who try to buy
your happiness, your love, your self-esteem
like it was some kinda product to buy and sell,
like your worth is some kinda commodity, hell no.
Feel me when I say you're beautiful the way you are.
But those words won't mean a thing until you try
some introspection and realize it for yourself.
Can't nobody, not me, or the suits, tell you
how you're meant to feel, or meant to think.
The only happiness you'll ever find is from within,
and the only love you'll ever find is deep inside.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
I wish I could
Star sixty nine
Myself back to you
By your side
In a flash
I wish I could
Return to sender
Myself back to you
By your side
In no time,
Between you and I
There should be
No distance
No time,
It should just be
You and I
No 'in between'
Or between,
No translation
No need to understand
Just feeling
Just love,
Because if it did
Then what we have
Wouldn't be for reals
As we are cryptic
Unbreakable
Code unlike Morse,
All heart
And no mind
No one minding
Just love abiding...
APAD13 - 78 © okpoet
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
got too many reals, i just want to feel
too many outfits for the places i go
gold like an arrow to praise the nights
coming through the green-yellow days
dauntless and swift
want to flex like a child—
here comes the trail
and the feels that feel real
sit out in a tank top
for the inner freedom til the sun
spears the ocean and the moon rises
this blasting heat is the way April
wants to leave us
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
I call you and you are upset.
You tell me how I make you feel,
Head reals and steals a beat from my chest.
Words mid flight killed by the silence
Of your end of the phone you,
Hung up.
I call again and try to explain and tell you
That we are both to blame
In this terrible mess,
Both to blame for our empty chests.
I just wa...
You hung up.
I dial hand shaking heart quaking,
Do not hang up again I am trying to
Say the things needed to be said.
And I remember how every effort scares you.
You say my words are not worth a thing
And then i realized
You are still...
Hung up.
silence
not
a
thing
has
changed
I miss you.
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC
She loves shiny things,
and perhaps that's the reason why
she adores all stars at night.
The only thing she doesn't like
is how all glittery magics disappear
when all her reals are gone
she was left to wipe
her eyes to dry.
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 7:44 AM UTC
I look at the future.
I look at the past.
I undo each suture.
I’m finished at last.
The scars are all healing.
The damage is done.
I have been left feeling.
That evil has won.
I grieve for the homeless
Who live in the street.
I feel their distress.
There are some you meet
In public heath clinics,
Or buying their dope.
I hear all the cynics
Say there is no hope.
There are many out there
Relationships end.
There are some who don’t care
Although they pretend.
Your children reject you.
They don’t understand.
You need them but they too
Are there to demand
The gangs who are drinking
Stand outside the pubs.
Too drunk to be thinking
Their fists are mere clubs.
The young who are driving
Just seeking their thrills.
But never arriving.
Behaviour which kills.
The girls short of money,
Or merely seduced.
Sold for their honey.
Their lifespan reduced.
Some whose lives are shattered
Remain unfulfilled.
Their hopes may have mattered
Their voices are stilled.
I’m aware some succeed
Whilst others will fail.
Some are subject greed.
Some will go to jail.
I have witnessed sadness.
I have witnessed joys.
I have witnessed madness.
We are just God’s toys.
Life’s just a marathon
In which we compete.
Some try hard to go on.
Some do face defeat.
Life can be confusing.
I can’t see the point.
It is not amusing.
It’s all out of joint.
Colour has gone out of my life
I now live in shades of grey
I live on the edge of a knife
All the joy has gone away
I hoped that after eighty years
There would be much to enjoy
Yet I am overcome with tears
Sometimes trivial things will annoy
My world my life and my belief
Subject to review and grief
It is far from easy alone
I crave loving company
I have sinned I know I must atone
It is not enough for me
There is a life I want to share
Activities thoughts, ideals
I broadcast messages to air
An angler casting his reals
Hoping there is someone out there
Perhaps there is a life to share
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
I know you tried to tell me
That he didn’t really love me;
That it was all a figment
Of my mind.
You said you had to tell me
You were only being friendly
That you were really only
Being kind.
I can do without the drama
Go gossip with your Mama.
Maybe she will like to hear
What you invent.
I guess you’re really jealous of
The love we have between us.
It’s the logical to think that’s what
You meant.
Since you don’t really know us
Just because you’re feeling jealous
You didn’t think we’d feel this way
For reals.
But we know what we are doing
And ignore your double-dealing
And we even feel sorry for how
You feel.
We both wish you will have someday
The love like we have found together
And get over wishing others
Will be sad.
Love is something beautiful
And not something to cry about.
And we know when you find it
You’ll be glad.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
She looks good
In my peripherals
For reals,
She likes to wear Prada
But she can rock nada,
That's her best designer
None finer
So imagine when
I look at her
Head on
It's like an oncoming semi
I'm crushed
A little weak in the knees
Her beauty
An onslaught
A myriad
Of unbelievable,
It can't just be me
I see the ocean of eyes
Locked on her,
Fortunate am I
If she only sees me
I'm but a peasant
To her my queen...
APAD16 - 010 © okpoet
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
my heart aches
to exercise itself
to feel
reals
and hands
that hold tight
to me
but my ribbed drawbridge
won't lower
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
To be yourself
even when it is not required
I show you tell the reals
from the fakes
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC