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Nathalie Anna Jun 2014
Like a captive, I capture rapture wrapping around stakes that matter
Joan of Arc battered
Also tattered but, easily dismissive
Refracted from fractured prominent phrases people play with
Distinctly persuasive and evasive, dressed boyishly attractive, lax stature, dawning armor crafted by absence as if asked about it-
I’m drifted
Protection is principle prerequisite, when fire is lit
I sort of implore your aorta before it’s incinerated to ashes
Dethatched as a habit, with swords or hatchets crafted to singe heartstrings that attached it
While I slash slick Rick as a quick fix,
To fend for pretend pretenses or presumed tricks,
I can’t quit
Cause I hit lips against hash spliffs fashioned with dashes of passion all while rationing fireball cinnamon sips
Martyr to avoidance
I gaze at fabled dazed gossipers galvanizing grips on gritty grapevines while licking warning labels through smoke haze on blurred lines
Capably unstable
Other eyes attending scandal circles able to shout lies and rekindle handed arguments on tables with locked smiles stay boxed in
Avidly amiable
Searching for counterparts when combusted or branded
Toying with matches loses meaning when rules reseed
Those vagabonds claim love is some all end hard bent to mend what the same above can’t comprehend.
Breaking boredom, I pillage pillows with night terrors
And ardent arsonists yearn for flames that churn, turn, liquefy and learn learned thoughts and smoldered feelings
Completely complacent
Melting in one another they are completing each other like two candles tryst true at a wedding day
However later the blaze is severed, smoke sears, and charred black wick stands alone for them.
Aggressive and progressive.
As for me never pleading, fire forever fleets to streets between iron bars I built that cage in deep heat and seep dire dreams once desired
Suppose I’m a skeptic
Roasted or disconnected
Just jaded, just met you
Always over it too soon
Burnt but I’m amused.
I’m useful.
preservationman Jul 2020
Negativity is nothing more than lack of assurance and doubt
This is what this lesson in helping you to work out
It means take negativity and build into positivity
Think on Negativity being only a set back in how one feels
Usually, Negativity comes from Negativity given
It surrounds people that project Negativity because of circumstances that happened in one’s life
They are the one’s that always sees negativity, but never work in seeing life as positivity
You must look beyond your depressed thoughts, and suggest positivity
That negativity causes people to not succeed
Negativity becomes like a forbidden flood needing to reseed
A person is focusing on someone else’s feed
But negativity has no place face to face
In fact, it’s all a waste
The energy that one stresses on negativity, could be utilized on constructive positivity
Negativity is a barrier like a detour, but you are only staying in one place
No movement in a hopeful pace
If you say today, the response would be tomorrow
But what one is saying, they are drowning on sorrow
Negativity is mental, but one must move into motivational
Motivational is the action that will start you on your way
Negative people now should be your getaway
This is your lesson for today
Go and achieve in every way
Live on every day
Vince Paige Oct 2010
Rhymes sweetly, but can me a
***** my finger won't I still bleed.
Times toughen, and kick me in my
As trees grow, life will reseed.

Walks manly, and scratches my
Ball's in your court, bounce my way.
Talks fanning flames, I don't give a
Dam for beavers, I shall not stray.

Words come faster, so call me a
******* looking for his father
Figure me out in your secret mind
****, get out, look for another.
omegadrax 2010.
samuel hdz Nov 2012
can't belive that after all these years. your star still glimmers still shines.. our relationship was over a while back, but your drama is mine. these wicked memories will haunt me throughout this life time. you dropped the x curse, with a heartless vengeance and no remorse. you might as well join the sith cause your selfish ways are all powered by the dark force. yet you string me along. like a lingering blaze after a hit of a gravity ****. your potency is strong. as you send me on a bad trip. i realize that this was just a manifestation and in your world i dont belong. so i say gods speed. i wish i could rip you from my memories no matter how much my mind bleeds. just thinking of the waste of time we were stresses me out. much so that it makes the hair line reseed. tried to make ammense and repair this bridge that i burned. apparently you still urne for my demise. it stings but it comes as no suprise. we were a fable with a wrong mixture of chemicals that made us unstable. i wanna say ******* but i really mean thank you. thanks because you showed me how how full of hate one can be. now that i look back on it i'm glad cause you gave me wings. the strength and the courage to never be bound but free.. we were never in the stars so let it be.
Nat Lipstadt Nov 2024
this trip
homeward bound,
riding the Q (subway) train
from the messy grime of a
never fully repossessed
cesspool misnamed as
Times Square,

to our apartment
near but yet far,
a poem short & sweet was
born complete, on an 8 minute
fast track victory lap to periodic
successful urban planning,

that even and
even though
with and/of
which
no speedy highly
disrespectful witch
on a broomstick,
nor a midnight traffickless
auto trip,
could ever hope
to compete
<>
roses red, violets blue,
all the passengers, revelry tired,
both becostumed & be plained,
Hallowed eve festivities
again, lesser than expected,
life be, eager awaited
legal moment of crazy-
-inness-inward-permissed,
never quiet or as good
as hoped,

we tired riders
all look worn from the
aggregated
infidelities of a
a hoped-for
missing-out happier life

nearing midnight,
the new immigrants,
in subway platform
patrolling,
offer us candy for sale,
their toddler children,
beside them
at this midnight hour,
to drive home
the desperate willingness to

survive in a city oft hostile

no longer eager to be
beacon beckoning
to the world, we rethink
to our minded selves,
our Statue of Liberty
engraved invite:

"Give me your tired, your poor, / Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, / The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. / Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, / I lift my lamp beside the golden door”
<>
we exit the underground rout(e)
and the walk from subway to front door
is another 8 minute travelogue segment,
we cover the quarter mile on foot,
covering a skimp of distance that
our urban transport  
of many mileage covered
in the same units of minutes
in flyer miles

<>
late at night,
we walk fast, with eyes wide,
our lives to hide,
from the risks of the
unpredictable
when the street parade
of stragglers
gives not the comfort of a
rowdy crowdy,
and the existence of crime
is not
entirely fabricated

<Did>
I offer short and sweet,

Oh well I only misled,
the trip 16 minutes
and the poem
in my head,
complete emerged
with minutiae attending
et. al.,
in far far less mini~minutes,
for it was
a product of
silent back labor,
from first staggering
screaming pain
to
successful unexpected birth
that can take maybe
minutes five,
to mentally survive
plus,
physically complete the birth,
introduce this poem to life.
when the photos of my mined mind
make images from negatives
into words,:

collect, sort and report the
output picturesque
now in colors black & white,
of a trip from a Broadway theater
through to a high rise building
astride the river
which gives me
a theoretical cleaner space to breathe
<>
rather than short and sweet?
I really reseed,
redeed it as/is:
not too long and a tad
bittersweet


a night in the life of
the mixture of successes and
failures of our troubled world
in
living technicolor,
a few seconds of film
of which one could fairly,
and in fairness
bless/write/curse/
each sight
twice,
uttering:

”mine eyes have seen the glories,
as all come to look for America”
a composite of many trips, that took ten
minutes to type with my left foot thumb
between 1:23 ~1:33AM
to spee,, review, pay its overdue
minefield fine
and send forth into the atmosphere ionic

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Tony Sep 2016
A great fire swept through a forest
burning everything in its wake.
In the fire's path stood a Jack Pine.
The tree, wanting to be left unharmed
pleaded for mercy from the blaze.
Reluctantly, the fire agreed
and passed it unmolested.

Countless seasons passed,
the forest grew back larger,
more resilient than before.
Many trees released their seeds
in the destruction;
The Pine, however,
unable to open its cones
could not help to reseed the forest.

The Pine, now older,
but weak and brittle from time,
realised the fire would bring devastation at first,
but in its aftermath,
new life would flourish.
From death comes new life!
MOTV Dec 2015
He alone speaks a poem,

Laughs at first, then breaks a beat with bass that rings the dome

Booom Boom Bah

Yea

It is easy

Mc cheesy

Type of flow that gets the breezy

Hot and out

Fast and quick

Woe to the devilish

I rearrange the rebel

Sip on this

Like some drank, you got from 7/11

Spit it out

Because it tastes of heaven

Glory homie to the holy thoughts of growing in the home of he who is most high oh so fly I am that guy talking to minds eyes floating in right times speaking with odd man enshrined, guts for glory shoot it make it and own it
cannot stop the boldest, roaming, spitting glaciers so freezing cold.

Bits and pieces are put together
mind in a nimbus cloud
in any weather
creative cloud hold me now
i am bound atop it now
an angel not from hell
only here to tell
hear me now
as you see the cow
saw them bow
odd spits about
the past ancient type of hit I guess
one day someone will study it
the minds of all who look to God
then get corrupted by an idol star or a mind departing from the souls golden heart
dam is that it?
We lost it again and again
we be talking
I can make hits
a gin with the wish
but would you sell your soul for a piece of Earth
that will implode when the star has taken enough of this *******
I guess we can give it quits
anytime but right now the divine has all of my mind
I cannot let go
luke warm has got me to being this low
is commitment what you need for anything to succeed
I reseed back the vast heavens
that your minds seem to lack
can't see past dimensions
because humans don't believe in things
so fairy like
I barely write because I fall to blight every day and night

woe

I shall let you let go

go

they say

I fall asleep again for weeks on end now I can comprehend that I can fly again.

Yes again.

The times run on end and I will be at the right place and time when it comes, my friend.
Julia Mar 2020
Assume the role of groundskeeper
entirely and entitledly. This is
your destiny: as a human
being your role is to care for
every plant, animal, and
fungus as your kin, for they
are the material that breeds us.
Permaculture is a simple tale:
Listen, and you will be told;
Ask, and you will be answered;
Play and you will be happy :)
Your propagations, transplants,
and seeds will grow,
flower, and reseed...
written Oct. 2, 2018
Dermot Kirwan Mar 2017
Let me insure your cat
Cold calling
Let me rewire your home
Cold calling
Let me reseed your toupee
Cold calling
Let me repair your crazy paving
Cold calling
Let me put a satellite dish in your attic
Cold calling

Champagne or cyanide
It's your call.
Émile Aug 2019
There’s a cliff and I stand on it
One foot proudly waving in the air
I’m stuck there supported only by one
In time the cliff will crumble and reseed back into its mountain
And will I fall?
Or in time will they come again, mining away at the rock behind me
Not a choice I’m making but simply waiting
Waiting for the valley below to be greener
And for the sunrise to be perfect
There is that day that exists in me
Will something ever sprout below?
Will something beautiful ever belong here?
Who would know such answers?
preservationman Jul 2019
The Black Man being vital in unity
The symbol within his own community
Media says that’s not reality
Media portrays the Black Man doesn’t know how to survive
But in all reality is determination in all it takes
This is nothing fake
Slavery’s history was a struggle in the Black Man in knowing that they can overcome and change which others felt impossible
Today the Black Man has inspiration
Slavery was only a lesson in showing the way in achieving
But some Black Men still hold onto what they believe having no assurance, but all takes is endurance
But that is only the Black Man’s formulations, but in reality they have a strong foundation
It is not an assumption as it is a known fact
It’s about the Black Man stepping out and fulfilling their dreams
Not the expectations of what one wants the Black Man to believe
There is nothing concrete that says the Black Man must stay and always be in a struggle
It’s about illustrate and present yourself who you really are and not the assumptions of what one would expect
Media also states the Black Man is into Drugs, Jail and Lack of Fatherhood
But those are the weak minded Black Man that feel they have no purpose in life
However, every Black Man has a purpose in life, but they must find their way and be determined to get there
How many things about the Black Man in the Hood, but those same Black Men actually made out the hood and turned their life into could
The theme is “Excel”
The Black Man has a success story to tell
It’s the Black Man’s personal chains that holding them back in not being confident and only settling
Settling is only an negative vibe, but goes no where from there

It’s time for the Black Man to come out and prove to themselves that the Black Man Sterotype is nothing more than a hype
The Black Man has pride
It’s dignity in what the mind provides
The Black Man has the power to be an achiever
So unlock and expand your mind
But Black Men, remove all negative thoughts like a river reseed
Take responsibility within your life is all you need
Commodity is your wonder as a Black Man
It’s just an misunderstanding from the media in thinking they know what the black man is about
In order to understand, you must have travelled up the ranks down the minority road in experiencing the struggles and discrimination
This is the solid information
But Black Men can actually be the Black Man that they are meant to be
You were created with a since of purpose on this Earth
It all started from the beginning at your birth
One can’t determine which they didn’t create
One can love but choose to hate
Hate is not something you are born with, but is sustained in learned
The Black Man has gone through all those narrows
It’s like piercing painful arrows
So common ground being enchanted
Words focused, INSPIRATION, COMMITMENT, DETERMINATION AND FULFILLMENT
Set your goals high
You are probably wondering why?
It gives you an agenda to aim for in attempting to your succession desires
Let no one determine as a Black Man that you need permission
You are your own mission
Being a Black Man is just another color for you to be determined in life in your own right
It’s the potential within excelling in talent beyond the Racial Color
Like my Grandfather would often say to me, “BE A COMMODITY FOR ALL TO SEE, AND BE EVERYTHING YOU SET OUT TO BE, BUT BE CONFIDENT IN HOW YOU DO IT, THEN YOU WILL BE AUTOMATIC TO IT”.
“It's me that shines and sparkles
when others strike you down.
It's me that rises firmly,
well-planted on the ground.”

They send you to the gallows
with unrelenting doubt
and perch me like a songbird
upon a stem, devout.

And preach to you but one psalm
"you will not sing again,"
be still, that cry inside you
shall wake me in the end.

Oh, life may cut your feathers
and cage me deep inside,
begrudge, that I may offer
your will, your soul, your pride.

But know I yearn to fly high,
soar free and reach for stars.
It's me that shines and sparkles
the dimmest from afar.

Still some will prune your flower,
dead head me 'til I dry,
reseed me in a garden
with never-ending lie.

Despair may even charm you,
bereave me on a bed
and cover me with worry;
of glimmer not a shred.

A rose that will not wither-
the one inside of you.
A bird that never quivers
when but the sky is blue.

I am the tender branches,
me, I'm the humming bird;
the only psalm that lingers
when all of them are heard.

It's me that shines and sparkles
when others strike you down.
It's Hope that rises firmly,
well-planted on the ground.
Dedicated to my son Gabriel, who is my star and guiding light. May you shine bright always.
Kurt Philip Behm Jul 2024
Anything you do
is like what you’ve done
Anything you find
is like what you’ve found
Anything you say
is like what you’ve said
Anything you dream
is like what you’ve dreamt

Wherever you roam
forever afar
Whatever you say
forever you are
Wherever you look
forever you see
Whatever you pledge
forever you mean

If ever you wander
the world at your feet
If ever you daydream
the world is complete
If ever you dance
the world is your stage
If ever you write
the world is your page

Whenever you ask
the questions reseed
Whenever you reach
the distance besieged
Whenever you wish
the future at dawn
Whenever you love
— the darkness is gone

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Hank Helman Oct 2023
Candy canes and caramel cookies, Christmas cards confess,
Pretty paper patterns, pleasing presents to possess,
Charming chatter, church and chamber, chomp a warm cholent,
Rest and read, recharge, reseed, rethink ,reform, repent.
Hank Helman Dec 2020
Candy canes and caramel cookies, Christmas cards confess,
Pretty paper patterns, pleasing presents to possess,
Charming chatter, church and chamber, chomp a warm cholent,
Rest and read, recharge, reseed, rethink ,reform, repent.

— The End —