"referral" poems
*O my conscience,
immerse your laments in my shoulder ..
i stroked it every longing grating your beautiful hair ..
i listened to the sound of the breath right conscience little sob ..
i held my conscience,
my beautiful and cheerful absorb the whole silenced ..
i'll understand your silence and every beautiful ..
and I'll put out any smoldering of your jealousy ..
i'll treat it every charm your referral..
just lets you to know,
when incandescent embers of passion vibrate our body ..
a longing,
faint creeping expanse of our memories ..
miss you,
hurling beautiful memories in a serenity..
and among the writhing of our body while longing crave to possessed ..
that love is the inner desire ...*
┈┈┈┈»̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶ ƦУ »̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
oh nuraniku,
benamkanlah nestapa keluh kesahmu dipundakku ..
kan kubelai kisi kisi kerinduan disetiap helai rambut indahmu..
kan kudengarkan deru nafas yang mengisak suara hati kecilmu..
kan kudekap nuraniku,
dan kuresapi indah cerita yang luruh terbungkam..
dan kupahami setiap diammu yang cantik..
dan kupadamkan setiap cermburumu yang membara..
kan kumanjakan setiap pesona rujukanmu
ketahuilah,
saat pijar bara gairah bergetar ditubuh kita..
sebuah kerinduan,
sayup merayapi hamparan kenangan kita..
merindukanmu,
melontarkan indahnya kenangan dalam kehampaan..
dan diantara menggelinjangnya tubuh kita saat dirasuki kerinduan ..
bahwa cinta adalah nurani kerinduan...
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
I once slept
with a few sophisticated rats,
5 to be exact,
on a pull-out couch
from a garage sale
in corona, queens
they had ivy league IQs;
double majors in
evasion and skullduggery,
and a crush on my left thumb....
*the one you ****** on as a kid...,*
posited dr diaz,
my shrink with an md
from the lesser antilles
like freaks,
they came out at night,
in indian file...
as the raging moon dipped
below my cracked glass window,
and a cimmerian shroud
swallowed its receding light,
and I snored...
on the couch,
left thumb hanging loose
near the floor
where a heavily highlighted
textbook lay wide open...
cued by the dipping moon
or the rhythmic rasp
ripping through the room
like a stihl chain saw,
the curious 5 whisked
over the persian rug,
or was it soiled chinese?
like I said
they had ivy league IQs....
thus my heavily cheesed
wire traps
remained engaged
but cheese-less...
as the curious 5 converged
around the couch
for dessert...
~
I skipped mgmt 301 at 10
and dr diaz gave me
a rabies shot:
4 doses ig,
a sterile bandage
for my shredded left thumb,
and a referral
to his realtor...
~ P (Pablo)
(8/8/2013)
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
So lost is this ship in your ocean
That even the amicable stars
Collude with clouds
—In the frame of the sky
To cloak the referral to my compass,
To keep me from my contrived destination.
Only after rebirth, do I value Earth's opinion,
And know,
That—
'twas not collusion
'twas aspiration,
That I was being guided to my shipwreck
To go deeper in you
Be consumed by you,
O! My predestination!
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC
My job I really don’t mind,
It’s the people and the work,
Especially the guy next to me,
Who personifies the word ****
I wish he would do something,
Anything to earn his pay,
Instead he just gets on my nerves,
And my nerves are starting to fray.
This **** is looking for a better job,
And keeps asking me for advice,
Do I look like a Google search bar?
But instead I just try to be nice.
He actually asked me for a referral,
And I looked at him just fine,
I’d like to give him a referral alright,
To the unemployment line.
This ***** better start to realize,
And I hope he does somehow,
That the next job he’ll be applying for,
May be the one he’s holding now.
02-04-11.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
You may feel about the planet what
you feel about a great baseball team or band:
that once there was a moment when, unknown
to us at the time, we convened
and lost and found ourselves in what we created.
Who should I thank for this day?
A fresh-mown lawn is a robin's repast.
A bear a black bear a rolling delicately dancing
graceful as silence sailing through the ferns and understory
unafraid and in no hurry.
My musician referral service, vacation rental business,
nonprofit management system, plant identification database,
great American songbook and anthology of poems. Coach says
in a thousand years back and forth games like lacrosse and soccer
will be played against genetically engineered primates
but baseball will be played solely by humans.
In a thousand years, amen.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
Who is this young girl,
Thinking she has the right to be in my office?
I pretend to be nice,
I do all the tests,
After all, I can’t risk her suing for neglect.
I comfort her, by telling her it’s stress,
Indeed yes, this is all in her head.
I let her tell me all of her symptoms,
She must be a hypochondriac because how else would she have come up with all of that?
Nevertheless, so she can’t say I haven’t done my job,
I send her for an MRI and EEG,
I also use my favourite words:
I tell her it’s nothing sinister.
I can’t believe she’s wasting my time,
She has anxiety, her brain is all fine!
Now that I’ve ridden her off of my list,
I can move onto to patients, who are actually sick.
She walks in looking young and healthy,
Does she really expect me to believe her?
She’s too young to be sick, and all her tests say are that she needs a psychiatrist, not a neurologist.
I give the advice I’ve learnt from my medical degree, “just get on with life and do whatever you were doing. Go to university, you’ll be just fine! You can’t keep relying on your family forever.”
Poor them, they must be really fed up of her,
She’s just too lazy to make her own food, to get out of bed, to go alone to the toilet unaided.
Yeah, she can still go to university, it’s not like she needs 24/7 care in case she falls down the stairs!
I tell her she doesn’t need those crutches that she uses,
I tell her she’s wrong about social anxiety, although she says it’s much better and I’ve only known her five minutes,
She’s just stressed, her diagnosis is functional.
Six months later her MRI and EEG are normal,
But I already knew it would be,
I advise her doctor to sort her out with a psychiatrist, even though she’s already seen one because I don’t get paid to actually listen to people.
A year later and she’s trying to get another neurologist appointment?
We can’t be having that, let’s make her referral disappear!
She’s told an ophthalmologist she’s having temporary loss of vision, flashes of light?
Who even cares? It’s just in her mind.
She’s chased up how her urgent referral hasn’t be fulfilled in a month,
I guess I’ll have to write her doctor a letter then,
I’ll say it’s just migraine auras because when I saw her she was fine.
She’s only pretending to be disabled,
After all it’s functional so she must be pretty messed up inside.
I’m a doctor so people know I’m smart,
So I get good money,
I don’t need to actually believe my patients and look for things that are not obvious to see.
I’ll make sure she feels like she’s going crazy and will never be helped or believed.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC
In Memory of W.E.B. DuBois here are some poems.
Here Lays a caring man
Who had many adoring Fans
He believed in the A.A.
But not in the K.K.K.
He fought and encouraged Civil Rights
And Never Put up a fist Fight
So with a grieving heart we sow
His body down to this spot to grow
Never forgotten then nor now
For there is no way to, how?
Diamante:
DuBois
Freedom, Civil Rights
Working, Learning, fighting
Leader, brotherhood; slavery, stupidity
Hiding, beating, worshiping
Beat, bleed
Pet
End of Diamante- Pet in referral to a new kind of slave
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
What's your code no passport connection four hundred years grandfather's father his father coming there first test DNA dry place immigrant country no code no almond milk and honey wet wipes gone eyes longing God in each of us what's your code which God fountain of mercy chopped tomatoes snug crates E5 what's your code he shot me in the head and legs smug nearly forgot thank you for calling the job centre your call is important stranger rich tea smooth no nuts unboxed leeks centre job wait what's your code hot sand busy thank you what's your code blue masks requirement professor of linguistics sir do you have Weetabix I Lithuania bless you Kuwait Syria Michigan Holloway Italy chef many interviews knives the knives needed all are welcome double yellow lines peas code your what's your necessary referral code appointment hurry sorry reindeer biscuit then joking we used to climb over and pick the blackberries no desk write the date and time sign what's your code Ukraine just wait for delivery..
Aug 21, 2022
Aug 21, 2022 at 9:22 AM UTC
No one awakes knowing
That today is
The day
That you're going to die.
Death doesn't
Call to confirm your appointment
(No calls either
Human or computerized)
You can't cancel
Or change
Your mind when you arrive.
It doesn't matter if you
Have insurance
Or
Promise to pay on time.
It won't ask you to
To sign an ROI.
Death doesn't reschedule.
Death accepts no excuses
It won't wait until
It's a more convenient time
Or have you check
Your schedule
Your bank account
Your ethnicity
Your marital status.
Death won't take
Your past history.
It won't give you a coupon
Bill your mom
Take a bribe
Or
Give you a referral to
To another specialist
On his time
Or for that matter his dime.
Death has no bedside manner
Won't prescribe you drugs
Doesn't care what your
Father does.
Death won't even
Look you in the eye
Check your side
Listen to your complaints
Or successes
Show compassion
Or
Give you
An empathetic understanding sigh.
Death takes no names
And takes no answers
Death has no samples
Studies
Or sage advice.
However death is like
Waiting for the dentist
Your turn is going
To come.
Sleep is called
Mini-deaths,
All of this
No wonder I can't sleep
And by the way
Death doesn't schedule
Follow up appointments...
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
Vindictive viral inception,
Sneaking in my thoughts pretending
ta be the Ego inside o’ me
No!Free! Digo me,
Quickly
WHEN,WHERE,HOW, WHY? come the questions
“No answers” quoth the clouds as they transfigure by.
I am done defending why
I don’t think I need to take my slice of the pie.
Take a look; exclaim ow, oh my
I got a piece of SKELL truth in my eye
Sincerely instead of me, so trickster
this shadow amphetamine
But my light is gone
A denser Vibration I adorn
One of Absorbtion,
no reflection ever
since this inception
…of attachment
…of suffering
…of another love
So in love it tears me apart
So in love it wears my heart
so instead of being asleep
I’m desecrating thoughts, tainting delete.
Making others worry and weep
as I sweep my gaze
From external to internal
infernal extension
referral to station
impatient inflation
we stand together in the dirt o’ the nation
so in love I seem to flirt
So in love I always hurt
I read the text on the screen….and **** NO!
It can’t mean…eye look, I scream.
Shock sets in, while I’m translated in the hug of a friend.
We lock eyes and she knows why…
Darkness sets in and she helps me cry;
tears from near realized fears,
tears from the suffering
desire steers.
My boy is in trouble
I’m in a hurry and on the double
STAND BACK
PLEASE SLACK
this information noose is too tight to bareback…and my throats so t.i.g.h.t I can’t taste the air. This isn’t fair! What a cruel affair to send me into such disrepair.
Mental suffering burns like a flame, so I use cigarette burns to tame
the Pain in my heart…………..fading away.
My body cools off and with a different pain I can face the day.
So often I pray for the day where my loved ones can stay in zion with me, oh wait hypocrisy risin inside o’ me
please state, the ideas deriving me, Caged in my psyche, found the lock, but lost the key.
gotta get outta my mind, gotta get outta my body
opaque and dense, and way late for defense
Wee wait in such suspense for LIFE to dispense, of us and our love.
WhyohWhydotheseideasresideinme, if i leave my body will i be free, they think you justgottado1morethingtosee.
I just hope to god they don't try again. I just can't take that part of the plan....
Please live. and be glad for it.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
Soldiers of the poverty line
Hold strong soldiers, hold strong, we are the soldiers of the poverty line.
While few and far have broken free, to find warmth in four walls.
Bags upon bags of possessions weight our backs down. Bags of memories, and our identify growing around us like roots, holding strong to the concrete streets, memories, that talk back in the mind of happier days gone by.
Yes, we are the soldiers of the poverty line…...
Hold on soldiers, hold on .....reinforcements are coming.
From government and politics, only God has seen the coming of the poor. We are a nation on our own…...
Day after day, turn into weeks, walking around downtown.
In and out of social service buildings, trying to explain, how we got into this situation and that situation, wondering, praying, and crying, to get out of a situation.
Pushing and pulling to get to a better situation, case workers nodding their heads, while handing you a referral to some other places to try, rather than be bothered themselves.
Hold that line….. Reinforcements are coming…..
Our fearless leader say so…
Yes, soldiers, I know, the soles of your shoes are worn thin.go on soldiers, go forward.
Yes, soldiers, I know, you’d rather drink the water than bath in it.go on soldiers, go forward.
Yes, soldiers, I know, you are hungry and the good Lord knows you are tired .go on soldiers, go forward.
Yes soldiers, I heard the nasty comments they say to you, than shouldn't be said to any human beings.
Go on soldiers, go forward
Hold that line …..Hold that line....
Don't you fall to death sweet peaceful call….
Remember ,we are the soldiers of the poverty line....
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
She had on Hello Kitty *******
That I discarded to the floor
I could have removed them romantically
But she was just a *****
She had smaller **** than I expected
When I received referral from a friend
But her waist I could grab onto
And oh how she could bend.
I thought I might break her
With every ****** of my hips
But every single moan
Cried more from her lips.
And when the night was over
With my final blow
She let me explode inside
Further announcing that she's a **
It wasn't until a few years later
When I saw her once more
That she had with her a child
Once that I'd never seen before.
And given by his looks
His hair color and eyes
That I knew he was mine
Especially with the sound of her sighs.
She told me she tried to tell me
But I was too strung out
So she never tried again
Figured it'd be forgotten about.
And she was right
I would have never known
Until I called her up for another ****
Only to have my mind blown.
So what do I do now?
I guess it doesn't matter
I'm simply just a ******
My life is all ready a tatter.
I don't need a child
I don't need her, as well
I only need that needle
So I guess I'm going to hell.
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 6:19 AM UTC
To see the poems that I liked and added to LET IT TREND! trend,
is an honor itself!
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
Tuesday night
Wednesday night
Thursday, Friday, Saturday night
Wet pillow case
After pillow case
Tears streaming down my face
Like the river
Always flowing uncontrollably
Never wanting to show emotion
Always being the strong one
Always there to lend an ear
Always there to lend a shoulder
Always there to give a hu
Always there to provide a laugh
Always there for you
Whenever...
Wherever...
Doesn't matter to me
I'll be there
......
Sweep the floor
Wash the clothes
Wash the dishes
Clean your room
Fix your bed
Get the mail
Cook dinner
Play nice
Always do your best
Try harder
Succeed
Make me proud
Give me something to look back on and be proud
Do better than the others
Don't let me down
.......
Come prepared
Do your bellringer
Complete pages 1- 5
Read chapters 2 and 3
Complete this for homework
Study for your test
This project is worth...
This project is due...
This project is due...
This project is worth...
Follow this rubric...
Presentation guidelines are....
......
Tuck your shirt in
Where's your I.D...?
Wrong color jacket
Take off the shoes
Wrong shirt
Walk on the right
Major referral
I need to see...
Report to my office
Three day suspension
......
For you to go back and tell
We can't be cool anymore
You fake and I don't do fake
Yeahh girl haha
I can't stand that girl
That's why you my girl
Ion mess with her kind
She nerve-racking
......
Aye girl, what that is on yo arm
Boys like smooth skin
With them scales on your arms
Nice shoes... Stop laughing at that girl
I like yo hair... Hahaha
Don't bump into me girl
What's yo problem?
what that is in her head
That girl stank bruhh
There you go dee
Don't play wit me bruhh
.....
You a mistake
Why you in my face
I hate you
Get a life
You make me sick
Go crawl in a hole
Why you here
What you want
Go choke on yo blood and die
I wish you would just fall off the face of the earth
Go to hell
F*** you bruhh
.....
Family
Friends
School
Home
Siblings
Emotional
Physical
Mentally...
I can only take so much
The weight of the world
Tons upon tons
Upon my tiny shoulders
Knees buckling
Underneath it all
I can hold on a little while longer
But what's the point
Is there even a point
Why bother
.......
Boxing ring
In the blue...
The heavyweight champion, LIFE
In the red,
Me
Boom, boom, bam, bam
One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six...
Nine... Ten
TOTAL KNOCKOUT!!!
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
Give me an address
of someone who cares.
Give me the referral
to make them let me in.
Give me the money
to pay them for caring.
I’m begging you, pleading:
Give me what it takes
to make the pain go away.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
I sit here by my bedroom wall
my back on stone, cold concrete
I stare at a future as bleak as the white wallpaper
peeling off the edge
Why is my worth
based off of a single sentence
the only referral to what I can or cannot do
I have plenty to offer
beyond the lines of A4 paper
And yet society scan these things
with cold eyes and cold minds
drawing a line to what I can or cannot do
And in the end,
I conform to those lines
tucking away the other sides of me
Feeling as though I have nothing to offer
for I do not fit within the boundaries
of those lines
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 7:41 AM UTC
With a glit of hope
And a Faith of life
Once I visited, a holy Place
Within notime, I get my name
Case 2, Bed 7
I was coined,
New Identity of mine,
Get introduced
Scientific notations
With Inhuman sense
Next to me, I asked, “who are you?”
White Gowned Interrupted, saying,” Case 3”
Technical birth, after me
Calculated values of our life
My Heart raced High
They termed, “Palpitation”
My Head turned round
“Dizziness”, they sound
After a small chat,
Silence of Unknown was there
The Big Man said,” This is not my Case.”
I was left restless
Then, Referred
In search of Hope
Referral Continues………….
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
The doctor
Won't write
A simple referral
For an upper extremity imbalance
And fax it over
To the physical therapist
How stupid
Has to have me come in
And wants to do a physical
And blah blah blah
Sick people go to doctors
I'm not sick
And I run 12 miles a week
And work out
I don't need a physical
I tried to tell the physical therapist
They wouldn't just write a referral
So I'll just pay cash
Two sessions will be it
Of course they charge more
If you don't go through the insurance
I've got the exercises I need to do
With the medical system
It's always a hassle
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
You have to spell it out.
Where the sun sets
in shifting sands?
Picking up the heart rocks―
I was learning to
walk away from undying.
Who would confuse the
infinite falls. There was no conclusion.
Again you come howling,
waiting for the snowmelt from
the face.
The lips become the stones.
You will not count the peaks.
Overnight, it has
turned grey, my red moon.
I will take hold of the night.
There was no referral
of lying truth.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
I’ve never heard of a dishonest leopard
Or a cheating cheetah for that matter
I haven’t spoken with a corrupt eagle
Doing things I find rather illegal
I didn’t meet with a warlord grasshopper?
Nor a giraffe being the nastiest plotter
Never seen an ethnic massacre of sparrows carried out by pigeons
Or Panda’s killing koalas in the name of panda religion
Neither did I hear a drug-dealing squirrel
Nor a cat applicant with fake referral
Newspapers never read an alligator
Acting as the river’s agitator
No birds to sink so low being the bid-riggers
Or fish terrorists pulling the triggers
These are the problems that humans face
The ultra-superior, ultimate, master-race
These are not even problems, man! Just basics
And we succeed to fail in all. Let’s face it
Being the only incompatible creature
Of the whole system, we call nature
Answer me this! Who are the irrationals?
Honestly though! Us idiots or them animals?
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 9:59 AM UTC
What values
be exquisite
when really is it
more
merely something
of a misdirection
a tentative connection
along lifes Trail
when no introspection
beyond the surface is seen
is not
any kind of true reflection
if life is only seen
like some valued brand
of clothing worn
pristine or torn
deem no referral
in seeking resolution
some guaranteed solution
with every confidence
paying for some
applied extention
as a warranty against
wear and tear
if this be your evaluation
uplifting spirits
against
downward directions
all due
to those surface reflections
then that may
just be
that in the end
there be nothing to repair
nothing to mend
nothing to see
for eternity
if you have no value
in your own reflections
Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 1:14 PM UTC