"requisites" poems
*Expletives are explored
Requisites are implored
Grooming artificial intelligence!*
Bharti
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Curtains, veils of virtual vice
So, gaze through the ****** intermix
of positional latency,
nano-notions lost in frantic phantasm,
requisites of an idle, unhealed mind.
Draw the virtual screen curtains open,
bring forth the lustful images to
feed the circuitous appetite, lurking
front-row-presence, at the keys.
Unknown, undertones
of desirability, poses in patient wait,
online implication of fallen ways,
predication of unveiling moments.
As any-time-porn pours its spill
of sickest gratification behind
the curtain tab selective viewing.
It is someone’s child the glides on rails
of drawn conclusions, through windows
where drapes of cyber mindlessness
hang on dank walls of seedy buildings.
The ***** grinder always plays the tune
to which monkeys happily dance,
in a world where Neanderthals hang out,
unperturbed with new technology.
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 9:44 AM UTC
the edge of green,
egress — conscious permission
of some inundation or cataract
and the raucous facelessness
of passing figures. army melancholia
in situ — past greens of dread
and red, some blue of course (in
dapple of sunlight bordering
sublimities)
i submit to its silence and no longer
ponder its requisites. draped
by fog, helm of pines. the zigzag of
deliverance swindling the disposable
line of fast-paced time-hover.
there's no god here. only the
wind, the trellis surmising a component
of nothing and happening,
and all ephemera cycling across
seasons forever changing and their
obsolescence of ways to retain their
positions until air frizzles
no
longer
than a bated breath.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
Look into those eyes,
And try to interpret what they see.
Feel a spirit so bright,
I can’t tell whether it’s him or me.
As the dawn of the moment breaks,
I can feel myself start to shake.
So he asks me what is wrong,
And I try to remain strong.
With impetuosity,
I tell him the truth ruthlessly.
To a bench he beckons,
We are there in seconds.
But as we start to chat,
My heart begins to splat.
He pleads that there must be another way,
To fix the problems that I say.
When the bullet dives into his heart,
I can tell this was a bad idea from the start.
He kisses me one last time,
I just wish he could be mine.
Just as he gets up to leave,
I feel myself not able to breath.
So as I look into those eyes,
I know this isn't wise.
Without hesitation,
I force myself to believe this is his destination.
Just as I reach into my purse he hugs me,
And I know I’m his curse.
But without despise,
I reach for my knives.
With a look of surprise,
I see the life leaving his eyes.
Slowly the blood takes over his ****
And I wonder if I should make a dash.
But instead his body falls to the ground,
And I feel unbound.
I kiss his pale lips as the blood,
Stirs on mine with a hiss.
As I turn to leave,
Finally my slate is now made clean.
Down my cheek resides a tear,
As I reminisce when we were a pair.
I bite my lip as my mind quarrels,
And I question my true morals.
I bend down to the earth,
And I hope I can be re birthed.
The knife slips into me like a glove,
As I think of how he’s above.
Hence I do this for my love,
As my spirit flies up like a dove-
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
A pen,
a notebook
and idleness
- the three requisites for the manufacture of poetry.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC
Days Of Distraction: The List
What can they be?
They seem to go on endlessly.
Helping out a friend in need;
Finding ways to heed the need(s)
Of several needy friends in need.
Ignoring things that might be done,
Might be some fun
And useful monetarily.
Ignoring requisites of I, myself and me.
Structure: that’s one key.
Thinking practically; harmony.
Priority to me, myself and I.
Life is simple.
Roof, warmth, food -
Summed up sample of the simple,
Which gives ample time
To carry out the other,
'Other' meaning tools which further
Happiness and satisfaction.
Paying bills and buying,
Days of duty and temptation;
Stress and tension:
‘Stressed out’ grown to idiom.
What to do about this ‘dream’,
For dream it is.
This is a list and not a scheme;
Not a plan nor stratagem.
Read and think, find out!
The answer lies in nought but thee.
(That’s you and me).
You’ll see
what works.*
Days Of Distraction 10.21.2017
Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is Me;
Arlene Corwin
*Chatted with my 'English rose' of a daughter (raised in Oxford, England now residing in Oregon, USA.) who complained of distractions which keep her from other, perhaps more practical or and/or rewarding things. It inspired these little reflections.
It will go into my collections: Definitely Didactic and I Is Always We Is You. By the way, my 16th book Birth, Death & In Between II went into publication today!
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
I’m sorry my mind and soul
Changed the locks on my heart
You left me and my world
When I needed you most
And now you ask
‘Is everything ok?’
That answer is in a bottle
Somewhere out there
On the seas
All the requisites
All the ‘I Love Yous’
You said to me
They’re in that bottle
About to wash up
Near the Azores
Bring me the bottle
And we can talk
I need you
* I wish you were here*
I miss you
Can you hear me
Where did you go, my love
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
#
Yesterday was writing when I
got caught up in the hype
No solid idea in my head
but fiending for those likes
Without realizing, drifted back
Put on my old routine
Code that is approval-seeking
had slipped in sight unseen
With resistance dredging forward;
syllables I force out
No clear idea the words to say
or what it is about
I gather up a garbage pile
but spray it with Febreze
The opposite I want to share
for everyone to see
*Poetry is a translation
formatted into words
The boundless dreams, creative thoughts;
grounded through the absurd
No rules, guidelines or self restraint
should implement or use
Allow your soul to lead the way;
emotions are the muse*
**However, I feel there's one thing
each writer should possess
Embedded within character:
innately we possess
It's not a rule or a guideline
A path one adheres to
More like a vessel that each word
is birthed and traveled through
Gives life to ink with its voice
reciting what's written
If poetry is the email
than this is how you 'send'**
If one is honest and truthful
Then filled the "requisites"
Defined by the Creator
only he or she can set
Whatever the thing we all have
mulling around inside
For some of us it's breaking out
And others it will hide
Can't quantify or explain it
It's not 'one-size-fits-all'
Sometimes it's clear and plain to see
Some hide behind a wall
Ultimately, we get it out
in words, it manifests
Feel at times that I can transcend
Others, ripped from my chest
It's not about looking "pretty"
Fitting into a box
We need more than 'cookie-cutter'
Don't want just Goldilocks
Staying intact after poured out
However it finds form
The beauty's in the honesty
If dark, it still feels warm
Emotion or experience
Can both have their offspring
A message screaming for a voice
Wants out so it can sing
Parents can see within their child
beauty when others don't
But beauty's found in many forms
Finds ways to touch our souls
Each message, voice, or energy
We put down and we share
Can look and feel like one before
To each of us it's rare
We chip off a piece of ourselves
Bit of soul to donate
Rippling through the Universe
Each time when we create
Give life to it and let it out
don't warp or try to bend
A tale conveyed with honesty
A true 'share' when you send
*There's nothing more one should expect
Message belongs to you
Wrap heartfelt words in blood & soul
Is all
that we
can do*
#
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
Just editing my next book "Definitely Didactic" and thought I'd share this.
Days Of Distraction: The List
What can they be?
They seem to go on endlessly.
Helping out a friend in need;
Finding ways to heed the need(s)
Of several needy friends in need.
Ignoring things that might be done,
Might be some fun
And useful monetarily.
Ignoring requisites of I, myself and me.
Structure: that’s one key.
Thinking practically; harmony.
Priority to me, myself and I.
Life is simple.
Roof, warmth, food -
Summed up sample of the simple,
Which gives ample time
To carry out the other,
'Other' meaning tools which further
Happiness and satisfaction.
Paying bills and buying,
Days of duty and temptation;
Stress and tension:
‘Stressed out’ grown to idiom.
What to do about this ‘dream’,
For dream it is.
This is a list and not a scheme;
Not a plan nor stratagem.
Read and think, find out!
The answer lies in nought but thee.
(That’s you and me).
You’ll see
what works.*
Days Of Distraction 10.21.2017 Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is Me; Arlene Corwin
*Chatted with my 'English rose' of a daughter (raised in Oxford, England now residing in Oregon, USA.) who complained of distractions which keep her from other, perhaps more practical or and/or rewarding things. It inspired these little reflections.
It will go into my collections: Definitely Didactic and I Is Always We Is You. By the way, my 16th book Birth, Death & In Between II went into publication today!
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 6:04 AM UTC