"reeves" poems
OG Rhi Rhi
Up in this party
Gettin wavey off JD
Sippin on Bacardi
Sportin sunnies inside
The Matrix
No look in
Neo na see!
So sick
Keanu Reeves
Got nuttin on me!
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
the markerboard on the fridge read:
sleep tonight.
the only thing i promised myself i'd do.
the day went something like this:
i woke up thirty minutes late,
i made do with only washing my hair,
ate an apple, yogurt, drank a cup,
****** myself to clear my head,
ignored the neighbor as i stepped out the door.
went to a dead-end, data-entry job,
where the girls aren't pretty, nobody is funny,
because everybody is a CPA and i'm not pleasant because i
don't give a good ******* about the
world of finance.
the highlight of the workday (as it is everyday),
was the break room chatter during lunch.
the earth-shattering conversations
revolved around:
*how good the nutrisystem desserts taste,
how there was low voter-turnout in the midterm,
and how that one girl is a lesbian*.
i got off work,
ate a sandwich, a banana,
put on sweatpants and a thrift store t-shirt.
i wrapped some fitness contraption around
my belly, whose sole purpose is to make
my abdomen sweat profusely.
no pretty girls at the fitness center.
i got back to my apartment.
wrote some phony poetry full
of half-baked sentiment
for no worthwhile reason.
i smoked.
i watched a foreign film, but couldn't find my glasses.
meaning: *i have no ******* clue what the plot was about*.
i went to the gas station.
made small talk with the long haired indian man.
i bought two smirnoff 40s.
something about smirnoff gives me really cohesive dreams.
my roommate tried to give me a lecture.
i told him christ was a myth.
a simple summation of earlier religious figures.
slammed the door,
lit some incense called *****
i fell asleep, woke up an hour later in a fright.
turned on the fan,
lit some more *****
closed my eyes,
and dreamt a complex novel,
containing:
*me missing church,
my mom calling me,
getting lost in canada,
finding my way back to
my hometown only to find
two dudes with heavy machine guns
killing everyone in the cozy, local shops,
then somehow i got a line in a movie
directed by none other than keanu reeves*.
at least i finally got some sleep.
Jul 28, 2010
Jul 28, 2010 at 6:21 PM UTC
*The music in the library was you,
My saving symphony, a silent movie,
That Jason Reeves song which
Never fails to wow me,
A whisper,
A ***** whisper,
The ancient sound of a page's
Turning, a bell-ringing
From the ***** icecream vendors
Of my humble Homeland,
Or the comfy sound
Of an oven-toaster.
I was enchanted
To meet you.
Had you not come to me, love-ling,
And fling the old cobwebs away
From the bore of a book called
Moby ****
Which my life was,
Then all the dust of the Earth,
Of the shelf, of my flesh
Would have gathered
In me, burying the papyrus,
The scroll, a fragility—
My heart,
My ever-lost.
Time ticked like a man clambering,
An ambulance, a clocktower
Pierced through the chest, the soul,
The spirit.
But your eyes sang, songstress.
My spirit hoped.
Your body leaned,
Communed.
Your ear
Touched my ear—
A melody, a harmony,
An embrace.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC
The sun breaking down on your smile,
Tunes playing in my head,
Then your crying all the while,
And O that potent dread.
I tear for those unwanted,
By and by it’s all the same,
And all those who stay quieted,
Are threatening to douse their flame.
-Maggie Reeves
All rights reserved to me, Maggie Reeves.
Jun 30, 2011
Jun 30, 2011 at 4:33 PM UTC
The dress was blue and black,
life is really short,
I don't always get drunk
but when I do I go to church.
Is Keanu Reeves a vampire,
or is he a time traveller?
They told me to change my ways
and I don't remember what I did then.
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 11:02 PM UTC
Can't I give It all away,
Walk astray,
And find my own path?
My own wrong path, with my own beating heart?
There is nothing wrong with being different,
and I have to tell myself that everyday.
Just scary and new,
It feels exciting to not care about what they say,
Everyday, Its my day.
Everyday is new.
Everyday i'm me.
Everyday is true.
I'm not pretending anymore.
I’m walking my own path.
I don’t want a beaten trail,
I’m walking away,
I'm walking astray.
All rights reserved to me, Maggie Reeves.
Jun 30, 2011
Jun 30, 2011 at 4:14 PM UTC
I feel like a ghost floating through a battle field,
I am broken,
I am afraid,
I am a war ghost.
Between my teeth
And my lips
The fighting never ceases,
Cracked and Bleeding creases,
Cracked and Bleeding pieces,
The wars within my mouth.
I drift by,
Day in, day out,
A ghost can’t cry,
But she does when alone.
A tree is rough,
Strong,
Sturdy,
I am none of these.
A tree is silent,
…Silent,
Which I am,
Which I choose to be.
A ghost is silent,
A ghost is alone,
A ghost ignored,
A ghost is dead.
I am a war ghost.
Between my teeth
And my lips
The fighting never ceases,
Cracked and Bleeding creases,
Cracked and Bleeding pieces,
The wars within my mouth.
Let the battle rage on.
All rights reserved to me, Maggie Reeves.
Jun 30, 2011
Jun 30, 2011 at 4:54 PM UTC
i hate your nose
and your lips
and your voice
and your acting
and your beard
shut up keanu reeves
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
I was here,
Under my tears,
Under my fears,
All along,
In the dark,
Under bark,
Hiding.
I found myself,
In the dirt,
In the earth,
Growing,
In secret.
I’ve grown past the grime,
And the filth,
And now I’m free.
I am free.
All rights reserved to me, Maggie Reeves.
Jun 30, 2011
Jun 30, 2011 at 4:58 PM UTC
Is the pain in your eyes
Why is that ?
When you smile, your smile not flashing in eyes
Why your smile wrapped me in pain
What are you sad
If ever you meet me
So i want to ask you
Your sorrow
Your pain
Your painful tears
I want ask about them all
You seem to be alone in the Warcraft
You'll dwell alone
I feel your pain myself
My desire is that to remove your suffering
I hold your and want to take off your all distress in my own
I want to winding your tears to my eyelashes
I want to change your sad smile in happiness
I hold your hand i'll visit you the world of the lights and brights
Where you'll forget the darkness of sorrow
I just wanted
You always happy in all circumstances
You to be happy every second, every minute, every time
Doesn't pass any sorrow to touch you
I am praying to God
God bless you every joy of your life
And fill your heart with joy
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
The blue boat,
white ships,
dissolve,
wash
into pastel houses,
sea foam,
evaporation.
The light passes through
the pigment,
reflects from the paper,
and passes
a second time through,
luminous, see
transparency.
From the windowsill,
a reeves box,
a splashing of color,
a loved one
in nature's hue,
drying her hair,
sight-seeing,
undressed rehearsal.
The painter,
walking his pathos home,
reaches for china white,
sprinkling his soul,
religiously
translucent,
murky sea,
christendom.
Waiting for his muse
to disrobe,
move into a pose,
make her body
an overwhelming
curiosity,
in a sea of watercolor,
naturally!
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 12:46 PM UTC
The Saturn Ball, on Saturday June 8th, 2013
You see kids nowadays are having so much fun and these kids
Are inspired by the great Saturn Ball which was started by Peter
Sargent, and Scott McDonald, whose current earth lives are
Enjoying psrying together as well as tying each other up, and
On Saturn, Peter and Scott are having a big party where they
Had dancing girls like Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Montgomery
And also Dana Reeves as well,,and Peter Sargent is as *****
As a toad, and he is trying to get in the head of Brian Allan, because
He liked how Brian was nice to him before he died, and to get into
His head in the form of his best friend Patrick, you see Peter
Sargent died to get into Brian's head to make sure he doesn't poo
His pants, because I actually was cool to his point of view
When he saw me in the Page Tavern all the years ago
And it was about that time, when Patricks voice was getting
Into full swing, and it was driving me crazy miss daisy
Before then Scott McDonald died and also got into Brian's head
And he chose Patrick's voice as well, but he was the voice saying
Brian is not like us, Brian is not like us,,Chris used to be like us
When he was really really young, but Brian isn't like us,no way,,no fear
The thing is, Peter and Scott aren't worried how they use these voices
They just want to make Brian be cool to a young dudes point of view
Because, Scott thought Patrick was weird, and didn't want to be
In the same room as him, and despite me trying to talk to him
Scott wanted just to tease me, cause I wanted to be like Patrick
And there was only one opportunity and that was to die and get unti
Brian Allans brain and push Patrick's voice trying to tease him
Scott said, I am not a family person anymore, I want Brian to suffer
So we'll turn Patrick against him by holding our own Saturn ball
And Patricks voice was also Peter Sargent trying to put into Brian 's
Head that Patrick was Joining the young dudes
To tease Brian, I couldn't understand this, and I said
Leave me alone Pat, but his voice was Peter Sargent
Saying to Patrick, you are like us, and Brian Allan is a little shy boy
Who has no known friends, anyway, Patrick is the innocent party
He still likes me, you know it was Peter Sargent who planted his
Voice from the sound of Patricks voice to bug the **** out of Brian
But the main reason was that, Brian had it give up beer
And work on himself, and eventually he will figure it out
Peter Sargent, and Scott McDonald, who got into
Brian's brother Chris's voice in trying to make Chris doing what I did with Patrick
Which means Patrick mucked with Chris as he would muck with me
But hello, it was really Peter Sargent and Scott McDonald
And in the last two days, Peter Sargent and Scott McDonald are
Holding the first ever Saturn Ball, and everyone is partying all night
And Peter Sargent is pushing onto his brain, and the earth life
I somewhere on earth going through a lot of trouble
Peter Sargent cracked open the wine bottle and everyone partied
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
I left for a few minuta
detail
wrote poetry all the way
to essex, my belle the enigma landing
and lost all of the words that proved
i was commiting treason.
and again I left for a minute
had no ideas what to write
i am the worlds first poet.
Like great with a lower
case G.
Any word, 7 or more languages
forward or backward.
prodigy, prosody, prodisy or is it odeseyus
he fell down flat on his back
wanting to know who c. reeves tucked in
before the C4 explosion.
and I Cobak can tell you that
WE are here, in the Star Wars book
bith bounty hunting earthworms for fish hooks.
i write all day seas less lee.
as praetorian Helmet.
wehttam
I love our web page. Just keep writing. We will never read all of the poets.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
There's sweat on my brow
There's thrill in my throat
Clenching the wheel
White knuckles beneath these black gloves
Strapped in for the long haul
Strapped in for more MPH than most long for
It's a heroine that needs no injection
The ******* that needs no snorting
Foot to the floor
Speed becomes the mistress
And with each and every person I pass
Her and I pull closer
And she lets me lead.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
the birds are under the eaves
singing reeves
ne'er do they croon
like our Pat Boone
one could join them in a sing song
but not for long
one's singing voice
is far from choice
may the birds keep singing all day
in a happy way
as their trilling
is so thrilling
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
The falling leaves
the stress now relieve
from the tree of life,
you no longer stay
in the branches all day
you've now drifted
off into the sky
oh so high.
Will we ever meet again?
you who were a men of men
to see you blown away
without even a goodbye to say.
My dear friend
it just too early to end
you left your tree so tall
without it being near fall,
I will remember you forever
the beautiful leaves
now reeves.
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 8:35 PM UTC
Give me a dollar
And I'll make something of it.
Give me your time
And I'll waste it.
Staring down the red pill and the blue pill.
Trying to decide between nothing and everything.
Making sure the Dread Pirate Roberts doesn't drink his own poison.
There is no hand I would least rather die at
Than my own.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 3:49 AM UTC
"Keanu Reeves, eh?"
as the Canadians say
his hair is ravens
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
My communication skills are as bad as my handwriting is.
But my kisses are as good as my intentions, so you can go ahead and place your smile onto my lips.
Too often the pronunciation of your name is mistaken for Keanu Reeves’ character in The Matrix.
I dug my own grave right after the masquerade, but when you came along, I swear everything had changed.
I tossed the shovel to the ground and began searching for better days in a city where we both wanted to safe and sound.
We shared our first kiss over pizza, a bottle of red wine and sporadic bursts of love and laughter.
I may have lost your love, but I haven’t lost all the wonderful words I still have to write about love.
In the beginning, I always hoped that this love would have a happy ending.
But it only ended in me writing poems about how we both lost out on this wonderful love.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
Hi Aishwarya, very very hearty congratulations!!
You deserve this
As much as we recruiters deserve success
After burning the midnight oil
For months and months
Of you I'm so proud
Of course, always have I known
That, extremely talented are you
Not to mention, dedicated and hardworking
Nevertheless, quite the feather in your cap this is
And gives you bragging rights, it does!!
From "Jagame Thanthiram" to "Archana 31 Not Out"
And from "Gatta Kusthi" to "King of Kotha"
Always, have I been enamoured
By your ability to act in a variety of roles
AND play them all to perfection
By your expressions
Which change as frequently
As a chameleon changes its colours
And finally
By your utterly bewitching beauty and charm
Something that can be replicated not
Even by the most celebrated divas of Bollywood!!
An amazing actress are you
And an even better human being
Nicer than Keanu Reeves
More humble than Johnny Depp
And at the same time
Extremely outspoken and brutally frank
There ain't nothing
That you can achieve not
I endeth on this note
You are under arrest
For the crime of stealing my heart!!
Oct 31, 2023
Oct 31, 2023 at 3:31 AM UTC
A teenage alcoholic
Stumbling up the stairs
You believe that no one understands
That nobody cares.
You have friends that cut themselves
And friends that take hard drugs
It's been years since you recall
Ever getting hugs
You believe that you will never change
You may even love your sin
But though it may be ugly
You're Beautiful to Him
You're middle aged and overweight
You've lost your husband/wife
You're weary of the daily grind
May even hate your life
You look in the mirror
Apply your makeup/shave
You see the crow's feet and gray hair
You're ready for the grave
You believe that fate has cursed you
That you will never win
But no matter appearances
You're beautiful to Him
The "Elephant Man", John Merrick
Was found in a cage
In a horrendous "freak" show
They said he was estranged
From basic humanity
Because of face and form
But Dr Frederick Reeves
Proved all of them wrong
He didn't look upon the face
Which was deformed in whole
He looked into his pleading eyes
And saw a lovely SOUL.
Though Joseph "John" Merrick
Was ugly by our ken
He was blessed of our great God
*And BEAUTIFUL TO HIM!
BRIDGE:*
No matter what society
Will say or do or think
No matter if you hate yourself
And your on the brink
No matter what
No matter how
You can yet begin
You're precious to the Living God
You're beautiful to Him.
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/18/2016
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
My heart beats faster
And faster still
The car only feet away
The door shuts
Engine reeves
The moon shown through the windshield
I grab his hand in mine
Our love grows with every mile
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 1:02 AM UTC
The lips of the sky breath a sigh of relief,
freeing spirits fallen, to go dance among the sleeping world
whispering in broken ears, "please remember, life is not grief."
Dreaming of swimming though stars blinding with a beauty unfurled.
Ancient shadows crawl along the horizon painting tales long forgotten,
as a piano sings with a voice of shivering leaves,
the moon is the hero, the sun is a villain,
while the frogs are henchman playing washboard in the reeves.
Please remember that music is wind trapped in a box,
raging waterfalls pulling drum beats down into its murmuring heart.
A scream of fear uninhibited by dark tricks and locks.
Haunting echoes, flavors and alluring aromas tear a past apart.
Remember, each breath we take is the soft summer wind
Please, do not let your life end... let it begin.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
Now Dealing In Truth Speaking’s...
NOT Something For Weaklings... !!!
You’ve Got To Be STRONG...
When What You Speak Upon...
Are Subjects Where Truth...
Tend To Upset The Crews...
Who Like To Make Claims...
That They Aren’t Afraid...
To Hear Talk That’s Straight... !!!
So Yes That Means FAKES...
Who’ll QUICKLY FORSAKE...
The Truth To Make GAINS...
In... DEVIOUS Ways... !!!
Just Like These Females...
Who’d Rather Hear FABLES...
That DO NOT Unstable...
And Make Them Feel STALE... !!!
Because They NO LONGER...
Are Told That They’re HOTTER...
Then... Suicide Bombers... !!!
That Line Was A SHOCKER... !!!
Like TRUTH That Hits Heads...
Who Just CANNOT ACCEPT...
The TRUTH About How...
Their Actions Are FOUL... !!!
So... Resort To SCOWLS...
And Acting Like Hounds...
When LIES Are What’s Found...
To Come Out of Their Mouths... !!!
TRUTH SPEAKING RESOUNDS...
So HURTS Modern Day Clowns... !!!
And Causes Their Brains...
To REACT In Ways...
That Cause Them To Make...
Statements That Are Lame...
Then Suddenly HATE...
Is What They Display... !!!
Because The TRUTH HURTS...
And DISTURBS Their Nerves... !!!
Truth Speaking CONCERNS...
These People Like Verse...
That Comes From Big Virge... !!!
Because I DON’T Deal...
In Words That Conceal...
The Way That I Feel... !!!
It’s Caused Me To Lose...
Some ***** And Tunes...
That Really Were COOL... !!!
But Speaking The TRUTH...
Is Just What I DO... !!!
And Sometimes Has Proved...
To Protect Me From Fools...
And Idiots... TOO... !!!
Truth Speaking Is GOOD...
Don’t Get It Confused... !!!
It QUICKLY Gives PROOF...
of Who’s... REALLY Who... !!!
Cos' LIARS For HIRE...
Will QUICKLY RETIRE...
When Truth Speaking FIRES...
At Them Like Gunfighters...
Who Take DEADLY AIM... !!!
That OPENS The Veins...
of The LIES They Maintain... !!!
You See I’m Like SHANE... !!!
I Leave LIARS PLEADING...
Cos’ My Weapon’s Truth Speaking... !!!
NO Time For Deceiving...
Or Falsified Teachings...
In My Spoken Word Readings...
That Deal In REVEALING...
The TRUTH To These WEAKLINGS...
Who Quickly Catch FEELINGS... !!!
When Their FALLACIES...
And... HYPOCRISY...
Are QUICKLY EXPOSED...
In TRUTH SPEAKING Zones... !!!
These LIARS Claim Thrones...
Until TRUTHFUL Quotes...
Do MORE Than Rock Domes... !!!
They SHATTER Their Bones...
And Quickly Take Hold...
of Their POOR Broken Souls... !!!
They’re Just Like Star Wars Clones...
Who Will LIE Til' Their Told...
To TURN On... Their OWN... !!!
So Truth Speakers... NO... !!!
They’re The WORST Kind of Foe...
Because What They Hold...
Is The Truth Like A DEVIL...
Who ADVOCATES Levels...
of LYING For DOUGH...
And Power That Brokes'...
Just Like... AL PACINO... !!!
Keanu Reeves Knows... !!!
That When You’re Deceiving...
Your Soul Becomes Weakened...
Just Like Cheating DEMONS... !!!
Who TRULY Are WEAKLINGS... !!!
UNLIKE Those Whose Dealings...
And Movements Are STEEPED In...
The STRENGTH And The POWER...
That Comes From....
.... “ TRUTH SPEAKING “....
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 10:09 PM UTC
momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday during month of May
can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans
festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival
known as “Mothering Sunday.”
Fast forward to the early
twentieth century 1908 when
Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (a social activist then,
and community organizer
during American Civil War) era to quieten
grief fraught entrapment also cited
as informally memorializing her mother,
who begot said noble men
touring daughter
paying homage to woebegone
lachrymose role with accolades
to endure tragedy and loss put upon
child bearing women,
this event held (rain or sun)
at St Andrew's Methodist Church
in Grafton, West Virginia, which did quicken
in subsequent decades to formal fete,
where poets (like me) did open
the special occasion with ranked midshipmen
commercialization cropped as ken
be expected by the early 1920's imbolden
greeting card companies such as Hallmark gen
er rated a market (money making of course) even
though Jarvis believed companies sought profit
NOT prophet, thus misinterpreting
and exploiting idea of Mother's Day and met
aforementioned founder, who tried to jet
tis sin the ****** appetite of the ole mighty dollar,
but her lofty ambition did get
thwarted by mass marketing
the quaint idea,
plus she feared going in debt
and though the industry
(initially proposed entailed low key
acknowledgement, the originator
(Ann Marie Jarvis) still esteemed re
formed unsanitary living conditions with zee
less ness and aplomb
set a course where greater longevity doth hum
all because, she sought to regale "mum."
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC