"ree" poems
(I) decided to visit you
(W)anting to say i miss you
(A)nd to finally try and kiss you
(N)ever knew it could be real
(T)he 2 of us was just a dream
(T)onight will pass through
(O)ur fantasy will become true
(F)ree of what they'll think
(U)niting in your bed we'll link
(C)ream, oils and sweat, i'll be
(K)illing it all night till the end
(Y)ou above me
(O)r me above you
(U)nified under one moon
Words Of Harfouchism
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
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p l ease le ave m e alo ne
i wa n t t o be f ree
i t hurt s so mu ch
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
I
They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
In a Sieve they went to sea!
And when the Sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, "You'll all be drowned!"
They called aloud, "Our Sieve ain't big,
But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!
In a Sieve we'll go to sea!"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
II
They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they sailed so fast,
With only a beautiful pea-green veil
Tied with a riband by way of a sail,
To a small tobacco-pipe mast;
And every one said, who saw them go,
"O won't they be soon upset, you know!
For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
And happen what may, it's extremely wrong
In a Sieve to sail so fast!"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
III
The water it soon came in, it did,
The water it soon came in;
So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
In a pinky paper all folded neat,
And they fastened it down with a pin.
And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
And each of them said, "How wise we are!
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
While round in our Sieve we spin!"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
IV
And all night long they sailed away;
And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
In the shade of the mountains brown.
"O Timballo! How happy we are,
When we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar,
And all night long in the moonlight pale,
We sail away with a pea-green sail,
In the shade of the mountains brown!"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
V
They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,
To a land all covered with trees,
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry ****
And a hive of silvery Bees.
And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,
And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
And no end of Stilton Cheese.
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
VI
And in twenty years they all came back,
In twenty years or more,
And every one said, "How tall they've grown!
For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore!"
And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
And every one said, "If we only live,
We too will go to sea in a Sieve,?
To the hills of the Chankly Bore!"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
1.8k
like the beating of a drum
his name reverberates
throughout the contours of my mind
an undeniable constant
unyielding echoes
charging wall after wall
bouncing and falling
from one neuron to the next
electrical impulses strumming
and humming
. . . like amazing grace
it sounds so, sweet
Mahogany Ree
© 8-24-23
Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 5:28 PM UTC
*I'd always wanted to go to Paris.
Pah-ree, some people say.*
You smelled like dust and honey,
like you'd been shot down and shelved
one winter afternoon and forgotten,
but we all knew you'd stay
golden, waiting
and waiting for the next summer
to come along
*- and you said you'd never
leave me up there
like a book unloved. *
You sounded like a sleepy cello,
like the sky when it's tired from
painting, painting
fire and gold behind clouds and
tall iron towers, and I
could hear jazz music and
bluejays twittering
to the thump bump of our
unsynchronized pulses
*- you laughed when I laughed
and asked what time
I wanted to fall in love with you. *
You were the promise of
talking quietly in little back-alley cafes
on the wrong side of the river,
wearing black berets like we knew
what we were doing, you sipping ***** and me
drinking hot chocolate
because I thought coffee meant
I'd meet the dawn without dreaming
*- but you told me my eyes
were bright enough to dream
while open. *
Some people say they
believe in love at first sight and I,
well, I,
I suppose I fell in love
when I saw Paris in your smile.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
You, yew and ewe.
New, knew and gnu.
Two, too and to.
Do, dew and doo.
Your, you’re, ewer and yore.
Sower, sewer and even sore.
Pin, pen
Win, wen.
Tin, ten.
Bin, been.
For, four, and fore.
Poor, pour and pore.
Bear, bare and bayer.
There, their and they’re.
Sure, sewer, shore and shower.
Censor, censure, sensor, censer.
Din, den.
Kin, ken.
Win, wen.
Yin, yen.
Shoulda, coulda and woulda,
Wanna, hafta and hadda.
Pitchers painted of pitchers
Ree-lutters instead of realtors.
Pertecting you with protection.
Prescribing you a perscription.
A different kind of differnse,
For instance, gimme a frinstance.
Pin, pen
Win, wen.
Tin, ten.
Bin, been.
Din, den.
Kin, ken.
Win, wen.
Yin, yen.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
The first Apple seed
I planted
inside hu(wo)man's (h)earth
There is just one of me,
I'm not like t(w)oo many farmers
Whom after the first
Plants every second
Let's say,
I have been grooming
the same t(h)ree ye(ar)s!
And I'm like
Still here (air)
In the third base hot spo(r)t;
Well, my last!
Let's make the quality
of my muse quantitative
and my verbal
reasonable.
Decode this mirror mirage
not seeing from a mirage mirror
If A P P L E
is a four letter code
Starting with the fourth
And ended with the fifth.
Complicated right?
You know what, just take five
And start again from "the first"
-Pastorlee
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC
(I came into a Stagg Street bathroom.)
There're only two-- the shared one in the hall and in a master bedroom.
Our shared lid was down, and spotted with a yellow accident realized.
(I sopped up the mess, and dropped spilled Toilette Paper into flushing water.)
Why is there a Vietnamese renter sitting in the bathtub?
Was he trying to crap in the tub?
We talked and he said the toilet was stuffed, but it wasn't.
Ta Ree's bathroom looks out onto the pool.
(I shut the bathroom door and locked it with that weird turning lock, and looked at the pool, another inside room.)
(I see a slender hand.)
We adjusted our dreaming angle, and it turned into a young Ta Ree.
She had on a remote face, already detached from us.
Under slumber's possible tendrils, a small smile appeared on her face, connecting my Inside with our outside.
(I laughed; She was still with us.)
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
=== Back का सिलसिला ===
Back का सिलसिला
संग चलने लगा
ऐसा सोचा न था !!
ईस्क है पाने खोने का
एक सिलसिला
ऐसा सोचा न था !!
pass वो हो गई
Back मुझ को मिला !!
ऐसा सोचा न था !!
notes मै ने लिखा
पर पढी यार वो
ऐसा सोचा न था !!
प्यार मे मुझ को कैसा
दगा मिल गया !!
ऐसा सोचा न था !!
जब थी नजरे मिली
Back एक मे लगा
जब मिले तो दो – दस,
Back ढोना पडा !!
ऐसा सोचा न था !!
अब तो छे Back है
हर semester मिले
ऐसा सोचा न था !!
हम भी बेसर्म सा
मुस्कूराने लगे !!
बात घर तक गई
तो ये दंगा हुआ
मम्मी का प्यारा बेटा
लफन्गा हुआ !!
दादी की गालिया
तो कहर बन पडी
मेरी ध्यान फिर भी थी
उन पे अडी !!
Back लगता था तब
अब तो ree लग रहा
ऐसा सोचा न था !!
फिर मेरी हौसलो कि
हवा खुल गई !!
pass वो हो गई
fail मै हो गया !!
Back का सिलसिला
संग चलने लगा
ऐसा सोचा न था !!
सुरज कुमर सिहँ
दिनांक :- 17-03-2015
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
I am a woman,
confirmed by intricate womanly organs.
I am a woman,
Whose heart has been stolen.
I am a woman,
Who looks upon her husband’s soul.
I am a woman,
Trying to comprehend contentment’s goal.
I am a woman,
Running from society’s judging eyes.
I am a woman,
That sometimes cuddle with lies.
I am a woman,
Looking underneath broken shards to find faith.
I am a woman,
That understands the wisdom of what Jesus paid.
I am a woman,
That believed I was damaged to the highest degree.
I am a woman,
Whose flaws shaped me into plain, exquisite Ree!
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
Your hair is a taste of paradise.
Impassible honey river
The Eden of working bees.
Those dreamers of dreams,
From rivers like yours
To more plausible streams.
Cascading sunshine:
Golden rays curl about your eyes
Light lending life to color.
A sweeter gaze,
Melting cores of sugary sentiment.
Still sour judgements
Pursue the insecurities
Of the worker bee.
Sha Ka Ree?
Oh he dare not dream!
Yor hair is a taste of paradise.
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
Not ev-ree-wún can put words down
In stanzas and lines
And make them rhyme.
Not ev-ree-wún will pour out
Their hearts on a page
To clear out the rage.
Not ev-ree-wún wants to write
When they are in pain
Depressed or afraid.
Not ev-ree-wún can be honest
With themselves
And write about how they feel
About something or someone else
Or even themselves.
Not ev-ree-wún can be creative
Not ev-ree-wún can tell the truth
Not ev-ree-wún can be a pow-it.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
If neoliberalism has taught me anything
It’s that Love is a close, slow, and cold war
Of poisoned wells, proxy wars, and intel—
Know thy enemy, keep them closer than allies.
So close this necessary rivalry
That no olive branch can pass between
That, even in times of peace,
The light-bearing serpents
Post guard near the vaults of one’s purity
Unsure whether grain or gold
Actually lines the walls of ones coffers,
And the thousand envious myrmidons
Kept along the edges of their body’s territory
And skirt the embassy within.
Is there room in the hearth
For pacifists like me?
Or are all the rooms quartered by troops?
It’s sad to say, only the words of the cynic
Could truck and barter
Their way through the bronze gates,
What small inlets there may be,
As master seeking the slave
And slave, the master’s whips
Is a true sign of loyalty to Monogamy’s crown.
What Love couldn’t be said to be
The sadomasochism of
The corporate merger,
Or annexation
Or competitive market of ideas?
*** in the time of Smith or Hobbes,
Is exactly what we need—
Egoism allwheres,
Like so much embroidery
The love of ones life
Veils ********** a swallowing, a utility
And undoes the altruism,
Anything but all-true-ism,
In favor of the fetishism of control,
Flashed like semaphores in storm-beaten nights
To any ship passing
Seeking port and safe passage,
Exchange fire, those shapes and pleas,
Turned warnings to threats,
Sinking, sinking deeper
Into each other’s arms.
In all their plotting, do they hear
Andres-Salome, Ree, and Nietzsche
Laughing about in unburdened skin
Laughing to let the summer in,
On cart-drawn pleasures
And rustic, old-world habits
That rub dirt in the wound
Of the flesh’s censures
By the cruel absence of the lash
And the ostracon.
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
a coffee breakfast last
year dad had just passed
away last month ta ree
the year before i'm away
from Home again i think
I can still call
them and talk update dad
on work ta ree for a recipe or how
to cook something I remember
everywhere there's food
and habit and repetition they
are there like the coffee
everyday
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC
Accidents don't just happen,
they'ree created
by the sacred ones
& you,
you blew me away.
Okay.
I get it,
this theory of preordination.
But could you,
could you please
just kiss me,
just kiss me again
by mistake.
O you make me ache
Miss Mistake!
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
Hulpin tupero ska
ti la sol va va
VHAT
VHAT
tol si naso ta ree
pina nahno kandoo
lo
VHAT are you saying?
VHAT can I understand?
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 5:23 PM UTC
I don’t want to talk,
So pretend I’m sleep.
I don’t want to eat,
I’ll just drink tea.
I rather not be touched,
Human contact; not in your dreams!
I’m quiet for a reason;
Are you too blind to see?
I’m having a ****** day,
Where no one knows what to say.
So, if you like the “nice” Ree,
Good advice is to let me be!
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
In the darkest of trees, there are no shadows:
only absence.
But all hope is slight Christ,
,all Light part divine but dim and not whole
but never un.
I do not move but by Your movement
and all circles are my love almost,,,
but Glory is an endless-
a static swirl a crimson forest
paved into One/(th)f(ree)
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
For all the broken hearted,
Open your heart again, and to all who think no one
Understands, to all the outcasts, lost ones, and anyone:
Reach out, there's someone who gets it,
There's someone for everyone and no one is truely alone.
Here in this very messed up world, I still see
HOPE all around me. It's
Out there, and anyone can take it. It's
Free and keeps you Positive.
Just thinking of Hope gives you power and
Understanding. We need more peace and
Love in this world and it starts with
You. You can help change the future!
Stay Positive! Stay Strong!
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
on the cusp of tears too stubborn to fall
like vines cascading down her cheeks
fruits of her eyes fall
warm brines
drawing her into awakening
she feels . . .
but then
. . . she doesn’t
© Mahogany Ree
8-24-23
Written 3-16-22
Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 5:46 PM UTC
Yaha rishton ke jaal mee aapko fasaya jata hai... Aur jab aap uss rishte ke bandhan mee bandh gye aap toh aapko apne matalb ke liye uksaya jata hai....
Jab matlab bakhubi nikal jaye toh aapko wapes see bewakoof banaya jata hai... Aur yee silsila hai jaari iss duniyaan kaa waah re duniyaan tu bhi na jane kitne rang ek girgit kee tarah dekhata jata hai....
Na puchoo haal uss saksh kaa jo apne sakshiyat bhula kee dusre kee kaam aata hai... aur anntt mee usee saksh ko ek pagal kaha jata hai... Waah ree duniyaan tu bhi na janeee kitnee logic lgataa hai.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 12:54 AM UTC
Found my voice writing
Captured the moment behind the camera
Learning to create from my mind
See more turn nothing into something
Learn to express emotions through actions
Production and growing within the company
Giving my all learning the tricks of the trade
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
to nibble
is to taste his intoxicating sweetness
it is to quench her thirst from the cup of his pores
uncork his decanter
waft in his aroma
drift
into the seas of his Hennessy
get
high off his myrrh—
—he’s so medicinal
Apr 17, 2024
Apr 17, 2024 at 2:41 PM UTC
Remember
Everything
Ends
Ree - To riddle; to sift; to separate or throw off.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC