"reponse" poems
What does it mean to me;
She asks as she looks into me.
My reponse, a tied tongue
As she kisses me and relaxes me.
My proverbial tongue does as it's asked
"It's all about perception you see,
And what context it's been used in.
It can mean the endless cycle that is Saṃsāra,
In where karma is responsible.
But rebirth in my eyes
Means something closer to home,
Rebirth isn't about physicaly dieing
It's about letting the old you die
So that a greater, better you is born,
Like in religion when you are born again
You didn't physicaly die but rather
You opened a new set of eyes
And that is what rebirth means to me,
When you let go all of that which holds you back
And the person who held onto all that dies;
You are set free as you are given new life and new eyes that aren't blinded by past actions and experiences."
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
my eyes are little television screens
projecting into my brain
still life images that capture my home
in all its unwavering solitude
the music curls around me
i feel the devil's blood in my veins
as a satanic elvis serenades me
with old refrains i can relate to
i lament my present foray
into social media poetry
but i'm much too intoxicated
for an emotional reponse
i choke down this rip of mad man OG
a sip of coffee mixed with E&J;
and wonder if hank bukowski
would have been a hit on facebook
had he emerged today.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
Lungs filled deep the sweetest smoke
and gave a dizziness to the scene
I felt on an island cold and remote
as if just awakened from a dream
calloused feet touched lightly down
on rocks and stone worn smooth
I heard the church create such sounds
my body trembled with the truth
t’was my shoes they sold at the gate
leaving me slightly unnerved
knowing blisters were to be my fate
I complained it was more than a tourist deserved
I had paid all fees without an issue
even purchased a souvenir
with all my crying, they only offered tissue
and continued to look at me queer
I hobbled off, cursing under my breathe
knowing it would not go well
and now as I sit, so close to death
I look back at that place as hell
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
Staring at the family photo album
This one; this one is almost empty
But contains most of the memories
That were best forgotten
Because
Tears don't make good pictures
Tears
Don't make good pictures
And I'm still crying so
Don't take any pictures
The family that prays together
tears itself apart
The young boy in the corner cries himself to sleep
Each one turns round in question
Receiving no reponse
Another come my love
sweet love and much disorder
Shall I be a pram-pusher myself?
And even though I know I should be dead already
The dancing night itself is not through.
Here stands the family.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
Chances are, you have to do a 'search', then order one on line. If you're under 60 years of age, you probably never heard of it, anyway.
Walking in to a pharmacy, or drug store, asking a young clerk, who is in their late teens, or early twenties, or even 40's to 50's, knowing very well what their reponse will be before you ask the question, becomes'comical', seeing the puzzled expression on their faces, especially when the companies web site indicates the store has it "in stock. A"simple little tool", inexpensive, but to some, of which I am one, 'priceless.' It can relieve a huge amount of frustration in seconds, put a smile on your face, make your day "bright" again, saves time, can help prevent being late for appointments, and it has been around for centuries, long before the 'zipper' was invented. Approximately eight inches long, solid handle, with a curved wire tip, two and a quarter inches in length. I introduce you, to,"The Button Hook!", Tah-Dah!
This "simple little tool" is used by many who are afflicted with such maladies, as arthritis, or have neuropathy issues in their hands, making it difficult to button a shirt, pants, etc. Just insert the wire end through the buttonhole, loop it around the button, pull it through.
Some tools have a 'hook' on the opposite end of the handle, to help pull shoelaces through the eyelets.
I realize this is not a poem, but there are many on the site in my age range that may have similar issues, or perhaps physical issues due to injury or illness. Just wanted to pass this on to you.(I posted a photo on my Facebook timeline.)
richard riddle 06-06-2016
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC
I'm there for you when you have downs or even ups
I guess I ought to remember how you hate tales
I tried to reach out to you, I felt alone
you offered no response, until now
and it revealed that in the depths of your misery
some ecstatic news, a tone which I'm so glad for
I just wish I could be met halfway, too
smiles will continue for you, all the way
I wouldn't want you to feel this anguish
a century old letter has fallen to me
from an attic in a forgotten chest
and I uncover the strangest secret things
under this sky, was once a love so great
yet devastating and wild
just like ours
I wonder what happened to them
I dare to think it all worked out
that they rode over the expected
and caught the real deal
there are two sets of letters, those from her and his reponse
we will make it through the tumbles
I don't believe in make your bed and lie down
make your bed, then jump on it
with me!
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
Attend , sa reponse peut être Non ...
Patience , ta chance sera là Non ?
J'hésite , Je , je pourrais pas le faire ,
Arrete , tu peux le faire !
Une seconde , ca va marcher ?
Stop , ca va aller !
Si , si ça ce passait differament ?
Ben , c'est plus marrant !
Aucune , aucune chance que ça marche ,
Faux , tu a le destin dans ta
manche !
Je ... Je .. Je .
Réfléchis après , fait d'abord !
Je ... Vais .. .
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC