"retraction" poems
Some People Are ... EVIL ... !!!
Some People Are ... Nice ...
Some People Believe ...
In The Lies They Contrive ...
Black People ... White People ...
Yes ALL TYPES of People ... !!!
Don't Think You're EXEMPT Most People Tell Lies ... !!!
Some People Want TRUTH These People Are Wise ...
These Are The People Who Use Their ... 3rd Eye ...
I'm Sick of These People Whose Lives Are Contrived ...
Like Poets Who Act Like Their Words Breed Insight ...
MAN These Are The People Who Lead A ... FAKE Life ... !!!
Because They Can't Deal With ... What's REALLY INSIDE ...
INSIDE of Their Minds ... INSIDE of Their Hearts ...
See These Are The People Who Fall At The Start ... !!!!!!!!
They STAND By Their PRIDE ...
But Pride We All Know Comes Before A FALL ... !!!
How Many of You Folks Are Playing That Role ... !???!
Let's Go Toe To Toe And See What You Know ...
Because I GUARANTEE ... You'll Be A NO SHOW ... !!!
See They ... Like To Deride ...
Their Comments Are Snide ... !!!
MAN These Are The People I CANNOT ABIDE ... !!!!!!!!
They TALK A Good Game But Have NO **** SHAME ... !!!!!
Because These Are The People Who DON'T Deal With Pain ...
They Pass YOU The Rope ...
And Then Say ... " TAKE THE STRAIN " ... !!!
See These Are The People Who Need Their Blood DRAINED ... !!!
They ARE The Bloodsuckers Who STEAL From The Sane ... !!!
They TALK About TRUTH But Soon HIT The Roof ... !!!
When Truth Is Thrown At Them They're QUICK To ABUSE ... !!!
"I'll issue court action, I want a Retraction !" ...
Well Here Is My View ...
These People Are FOOLS ....
Who've Got Some Screws LOOSE !!!!!
Deal With YOUR ISSUES I've Been In Courtrooms ...
Don't EVER ASSUME I'm An IGNORANT **** ... !!!!!!
This ISN'T ... Pulp Fiction ... !!!
Don't Think I'm ... The Shepherd ...
I'm NOT Samuel Jackson I'm Ready For Action ... !!!
You Will Be Collapsing When I Start Reacting ... !!!
Don't EVER Presume I'm Into ... Play Acting ... !!!
I'll Leave That To You And Your Idiot Crew ... !!!
Cos' These Are The People Who Don't Give You Clues ...
Cos These Are The People Who Simply Aren't TRUE ... !!!
They Like Their Doors OPEN ...
So They Can Walk Through ...
MAN These Are The People ...
Who Walk In ... DEAD SHOES ... !!!
Now I'm NOT Making Threats ... !!!
But On THIS ... You Can Bet ... !!!
Messing With Me ...
Means You're Messing With DEATH ... !!!
Cos' I'm Ready And Willing To Take Your LAST Breath ...
Cos' People Like You Are ... Humanity's DREGS ... !!!!!
But Enough About THEM ... Society's Phlegm ... !!!!!!!!!!!!
Some People ARE NICE These People I Like ... !!!
Cos' Some of These People Do Use The Mic RIGHT ... !!!!!
They Talk About Things That Affect Peoples' Lives ...
Without EVER Thinking Their Wordplay ... DELIGHTS ...
These People Are Humble And SHUN Foolish Pride ... !!!
Cos' These Are The People ... Who Look DEEP INSIDE ...
INSIDE of THEMSELVES And Find Love of The SELF ...
Cos' Love of The Self Can Preserve Mental Health ...
And Help You To Deal With ... DUD Cards You Get Dealt ... !!!!!
These Words Are ........ HEARTFELT ........ !!!
Good People DO HELP ...
WITHOUT EVER Thinking of Helping THEMSELVES ... !!!
Good People Are VITAL For Human Survival ... !!!!
This Is Now The Reason I Do These Recitals ...
I'm Trying To Put .....
Something GOOD In The CYCLE ... !!!
The ... Cycle of Life .....
That Has MANY Good People ... !!!
But TOO MANY People Are Now Doing EVIL ... !!!!!!
Which Is Why I'm Relating My Views About ...........
......... " People " .........
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
I had told her about my pin badges -
It was that kind of intimacy.
I had written poems about her -
It was that kind of intimacy.
She returns with another present,
In fact, more than one,
Despite being a woman scorned -
It was that kind of intimacy.
One, a postcard, to return my gesture,
A memory we shared together -
It was that kind of intimacy.
Two, a pin, she travelled to find,
Searching to fix something that
Was never broken.
To her, this was a failure,
To me, it was
Our kind of intimacy.
And three, a notebook,
Because she knows what I love,
And that words lie deep inside of me,
Screaming to come out.
I write this to her to apologise
For being a fool, and to thank her
For her undying encouragement
And her endless inspiration
And her kind, warm words -
A beautiful friendship married
By the endless embers of
Written words -
Our kind of intimacy.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 6:37 AM UTC
There is a state of existence,
where a person is neither A nor B
he's inbetween--
he's the addition, the subtraction, the shove and retraction,
I've spent my life "+"ing and "-"ing
building empires of handshakes,
floating from bar to bar with drinking pals,
crowbarring ice off queens of black venom,
I'm the distortion in the middle, but I can't see the end--
I never promised answers,
but the soft hands, the wet eye'd, and the widows
cry out for closure,
I get edgy and the "+"ing turns to "x"ing
Instead of answers--
I take the As and Bs,
I inhale their the white-knuckle moments,
I simmer in their fading passion,
I glide through their dying beds,
Instead of clear answers--
A x B x A x B x A x B x A x B
=
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Best Laid Plans
And in the grey of early morning,
they look at the equation,
they look at the proposed solution,
and inevitably the As and the Bs
say to me,
"Now, simplify it."
I get edgy
I get edgy
I get edgy.
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 3:19 AM UTC
instant retraction
retaliation of the mind
rejection is hard to understand
the underlying revelation blinding
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
I felt hatred deep through my veins,
It burnt my skin
Planting the seed of vengeance
‘How dare you’
Your words flashed in my mind.
You tear open my wounds
With your pitiful words,
You **** me every time,
You breathe my name.
You confess your love,
That chokes me every night.
You’re the poison that I ingested,
Voluntarily, naïve little thing.
You strangle me with your words,
Stifling the smothered screams.
You gnash my skin
With your ****** teeth,
You tear open my insecurities,
Piece my piece I pay the price
Of surrendering to the devil.
You call me lovingly,
‘Little pet’,
You expect me to swallow your lies,
The shackles of your tribulations.
You whisper sweet nothings,
Of how I’ll ‘join the great majority’,
And you’ll hunt again,
A prey to torture,
A sacrifice.
How can I let you?
You broke my soul,
Tarnished my body,
For your sickening self;
You reduced me to ashes
For what?
I wait for you to return.
You’re asleep,
Are you tired from inflicting torture?
Oh how sad, aren’t you the victim here.
I sneak up to your lithe form,
You breathe my name,
Is it a silent prayer, darling?
I plunged the knife deep into your heart,
The ***** he doesn’t feel.
Your eyes open, you’re shocked,
You didn’t expect betrayal.
The predator, soaked in blood,
Calls out again, the last time,
Losing his breath, sweating profusely.
‘Die, pet’
Nice retraction, right?
The Hunter dies pleading the hunted,
Ragged breath, such music to my ears.
You die, a meaningless death,
You succumb to that knife you use to ****
**** the others, **** me.
You die, a sobbing mess,
Too cold for life.
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 9:45 AM UTC
As a maddened beast it charges
Emanating with expanse
Brute techtonic plate reaction
From the epicentre’s stance.
Huge concentric rings diverge
Expanding at horrific rate
Black, titanic, towering waters
Ploughing to a deadly fate.
*Kneeling in her bed of roses
Pollinating bees abound,
Morning sunbeams kiss her shoulders
Peaceful garden bliss surrounds.*
Surging to the coastal shelf
The black gigantis rears on high
Claws toward the placid beach
Seabirds scatter to the sky.
Tide receds to bare the reef
Stranded mackerel whitely leap,
Enormously the massive wave
Attacks the land and they who sleep.
Death comes fast to they who loiter
Violence in the tangled purge,
Massive pressures, crushing debris
Broken buildings in the surge.
Ships and cars are tossed asunder
Inexorably it slams
Far inland to slay those fleeing
Locked in highway traffic jams.
*Strange roar at the garden wall
Terrified, she finds her feet,
Roses, bees, sweet girl engulfed
As black entombedment swamps the street.*
Far inland the chaos flows
Wreaking death's destructive bands,
Halted now by highland hills
Where souls in horror, wring their hands.
Slow retraction leaving ruin
Desolation far and wide,
The smell of new death in the air,
Heartbreak in the countryside.
Marshalg
For Nippon
18 March 2011
Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 4:44 PM UTC
mirror mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all?
mirror mirror can't you see,
this reflection i'm looking at isn't me.
mirror mirror i don't recognise myself anymore,
this reflection pains me to my core.
mirror mirror the cracks are starting to show,
how i will make it, i do not know.
mirror mirror i'm fading now,
unto me, this retraction you will allow.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
She shoots
she scores
she cheats
what a *****
Her veins on fire, envy pierce her eyes
always on her mind, creeping in her sleep
lingering as she wakes, following
a trail of lies, deceit, guilt
a pain of a plan, pin in her hand,
blood fills the needle
a miss, can't feel the bliss.
a narrow tunnel, holding on to faith,
some hope, an ex lover knocks on her door
yearning for more, so much more,
between the sheets, then sleep
Kiss goodbye, time passes
her new found lover
says he loves her
and she says in back.
Retraction, a curse a spell
scared to say the wrong name
when she makes love,
is it truly love?
If it was, why is she searching for drugs?
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
Silent [s]laughter
T
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Blacklight jam session
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c
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s
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s
m
o
k
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Twirling higher
*******
Everyone’s a rock star
G
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a
v
i
t
y
free
f
a
l
l
Midnight
basement
hellraiser
Swimming to the drop-off
Red devil eyes
Cereal killer
*******
Everyone’s a rock star
B(eco)me S(eco)ndhand
Obsidian
roller
coaster
Neologism transition
At
night
the
stars
are
stalking
Agrestic retraction reaction
*******
Everyone’s a rock star
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 7:58 AM UTC
i am holding my towel, mid-air,
arm outstretched,
fingers clenched,
with a millisecond to decide
if i throw it in
i hate that i've gotten this far,
but lately it's all fast forward
with little retraction, relfection, or restriction
i spend hours in the mirror
trying to see myself,
but there's this big headed *****
with green eyes full of envy
and a gaping hole of a mouth
full of excuses,
that refuses to get out of the way
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 1:42 PM UTC
Deformity of rationale’s depletion of reserve
Cast derelict to the wind,
A vacant stare’s indifference states
A reluctance to rescind.
For terms spat forth in anger’s heat
Have cut the issues thrice,
So reconciliation’s overtures
Just cannot cut the ice.
To bake the cake of spleen so vile
Has soured the very meal,
And words of curt contrition
Now, seem trite and quite unreal.
Retraction treads a hopeless path
Offended ears refuse
And apology’s bland excess
Just infuriates to abuse.
The battle ground awaits you
As the bright red poppies sway,
Do you gird yourself for bloodshed
Or turn and walk away?
Remember, there’s tomorrow
Where a day just could well rise,
To promise reappraisal’s hopes
…Forgiveness and surprise?
To hell with it Methuselah
Let Trumpets scream their din,
I long to sate revenge’s thirst
Make Anger’s War begin!
Marshalg
Approaching the ragged end of anger.
9 May 2013
© 2013 Marshal Gebbie
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 3:25 AM UTC
What scientist thought to be a Big Bang
Was actually the main frame
Booting up!
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 4:59 PM UTC
death, apparent,
or...
apparently so...
was never a concern to
concern oneself
with the debate
between a man,
and a god....
i,e.?
funny...
the little **** sleeps
like a baby...
little ****
a maine **** cat,
male,
extracted testicles...
falls asleep
listening to
the dead can dance...
only album favorite....
my cat favored
to fall asleep in half the time
it took to listen to the track...
you can state your
Apocalypse Now! counter
in half the time...
beginning with....
now!
i'm done begging,
i'm imploring you...
added minutes?!
michele campanella...
WAGNER's
walhall
from, das rheingold...
such esteemed people!
such awaiting people!
such... nuanced...
of what could be claimed as...
people...
what wonder!
what ignominious
ingenuity of retraction!
to, have, fathomed!
the last of what ia esteemed
to be deemed,
the, *least"...
finest upon the finest,
and, supposedly,
no more,
that a utility of a hammer,
for whatever came the observation,
to make comprehension
of... the noun: nail,
and the adverb...
nailing it...
with the verb and noun
of final utility of: hammer...
dear... prospect...
of whatever was inclined
by your stressed ingenuity of fault...
how have you....
my... oh my...
your creation wss
supposed to be more stupid
than the people you already deemed
stupider,
and already demanded
yourself to, despise?
and your intelligent
"creation"...
wasn't supposed to notice this,
discrepancy?
now ensure you retell this narrative...
'mother...'
'yes, David...'
'play me... the raconteurs'
old enough.'
mother knows, best.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC
.
Bare feet pound along the pavement
yet there is not feeling.
The connection with the tangible solid
has with it no true healing.
The detached mind floats up high
a million miles away.
Terra firma are just empty words,
stout rock becoming clay.
As retraction of the emotions sits
apart from what is real.
A no-man's land of security shrieks
'this is what I feel'.
Withdrawal has its positive notes,
protection from the pain.
Keeping close the hearts secret safe,
never to be killed again.
Autopilots most clever disguises hide
that which should be faced.
But burying reality in cold defiance
renders it all but erased.
© Pagan Paul (29/08/17)
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC
I fear the day I cease to breathe
The retraction of the unholy
In its nauseating trance
That I am entangled in its captivation
The serenity of the raindrops clouding
As they flounder amongst the field
Protruding the fellow's dance
The day my essence vanishes
Dissipates to naught when I am caught
By the claws of angels that soar the sky
The dazzle of their improbable happiness
Incapable of genuine light
Beyond the velvet marshmallow sky
They reflect a fabricated smile
For suffering merely is lifting its skirt
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
post haste
ad hoc
ad infinitem
off we go
don't you know
a taste of
high waisted
words
a just and
spectacular
flow
perhap not
nobody
really knows
fire works
sparks and blows
of letters
settin your
world aglow
may even be some
vernacular
on show
word spar
no, no
just emptying
the brain's
word jar
in one
ridiculous
go
blatherskite
wowsers
braggadicio
thats right
words of
nonsense
might
break out
fake out
make out
to be
smarter
than they
truly are
spay my
toungue
and leash
my brain
before
i reign
in origami
crown
and
threadbare
poet's cloak
rockin rolling
ruling
seesaw slow
ride to
insecurity
teetering
on a throne
of mispronounciation
and bleghhgity blah rime
mine
no one elses
you all primed
check my byblow
what do ya know
abnegation
eschewal
abjuration
palinode
retraction
of recantation
no retaliation
just words
in a quick
an flirty show
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
Forwarded impact
Tampering with instructions
Designed to distract
Simple extraction
Of a words retraction
Windowed to sounds
When insanity surrounds
Where can I find
Where they draw the line
Intimately confined
To the criminally designed
Rebellion to the failed
Melting the walls
Of those jailed
Bored in governing planets
Murderous, supernova
We now live
In blundering expansion
Forwarded impact
Tampering with instructions
Designed to distract
Jan 7, 2010
Jan 7, 2010 at 7:00 AM UTC
sinking through my shadow
down the oubliette
of my retraction
drunk upon
nepenthe: contempt
of insurmountable distraction
i can siphon
all this blood
into a staining chalice
down again
another round
and hope to
drown again
within the sounds
of screaming
stifled under skin
claws maw
ravenously
the inner walls
of a carapace
too far gone
in its accretion
to spare
the raving calls
the solitary
somber narcissist
of slow and painful
suffocation
eloquence
an incomplete attempt
to justify,
to anthropromorphize
and endeavor
i shall, forever
to cauterize this soul
but its far too cold
to build a fire
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
More precisely: A letter to Love
There is no place for you here
He forbade you from the beginning
And we agreed that you would not come around
I know I was alone when you showed up at my door but
You must have known you were still unwelcome
When he holds me close at 3am
This is not an invitation
When he pets my hair as I cry
This is not a retraction of our demands
His hand on my hips and under my clothes
Are not extended to you
You must believe me when I say I miss you terribly
But this is not the first time you have betrayed me
I think we need some distance
I truly do look forward to the opportunity where we may meet again
But there is no place for you here
Please go
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
Running inside, closing down and shutting off
It might be easy for some
It's torture to me... I torture myself.
No one cares when I disappear
No one notices
My phone doesn't ring.
Maybe I miss Facebook events
Some of which included a family death
And still, my phone didn't ring.
No one knocks on my door
No questions are asked of what's going on
With me,
in me.
When I announce my retraction
They slightly caring folks will await
A Facebook update
They don't call.
The whole world goes on
while I'm trying to not post my depression
for the five friends that care.
Although the care only reaches as far as
waiting for my facebook post
telling them I'm "ok"
But
I'm
Not
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
Denials fears receipts
Lies betrayals deceits
Expectations loss resentments
Perception destruction commitments
Adoration longing craving
Yielding accepting braving
Politics labor expense
Logic confusion dispense
Care concern keenness
New life new world seamless
Divinity concealment hate
Regret trust late
Forgiving losing retake
Patience understanding heartbreak
Dealing retracing abiding
Life God residing
Emotions thoughts dissent
Judgments wisdom repent
Memories traces slaughter
Heart soul fodder
Empathy retraction deafness
Body mind breathless
Oxygen air amiss
Blood veins remiss
Promises sensations overlook
Death sadness overtook
Redemption reprisal regret
Untreated unlearned unmet
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 7:27 AM UTC
an interesting development
this festering sense of irrelevance
even though all things are irrelevant
and nothing stays the same
there is no real cure for pain
no true shelter from the rain
the hunger and the sadness pangs
the dropping water soaks our brains
and no words can even dare to claim
the glory held within your name
when it's all that i can say
to take the floods and fears away
there's no certainty but touch
whether is soothes or hurts too much
all lives in darkness otherwise
there's no truths beheld in tired eyes
there's no hope but hope for hope's sake
as hard a pill it is to take
but braving the bitter now
makes it easier to wash it down
so heart first I charge the night
with nothing near or dear to hold tight
but with open arms one must charge on
transcribing nightmares into song
so drink and eat and feel we must
in cities accumulating rust
to live and be in uncertainty
and smile in the face of misery
to embrace in unforgiving cold
while time drains the world of soul
there is no secret to our fate
there's no longer a reason to wait
let us be closer, let us be true
lift me up and i'll carry you
for there's not much more we can do
but wither slow and let our hearts burn through
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
“Kiss me Kate”
Obediently she beckons to his call.
Her fire, not so much doused as
in need of more fuel
the retraction of claws,
a smile instead of bared teeth
purring instead of a growl.
Has this beast been tamed?
Mais non!
Elle simplement joue un jeu avec l’amour.
Pourquoi vous demandez ?
Je dis pourquoi pas.
L’amour est un jeu après tout…
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 9:44 AM UTC
Retraction
You can't retract those words
Like angry bees and scorpion stings
That drive a wedge,
Split the bonds that join at the hem
And sever the ties that tie
Those words don't lie
You said what you said
And pierced at the heart
Five lambs to the slaughter
By ruthless words
Sticks and stones
Surely break bones
But bones will heal
The heart will not
Am I not yours?
Do we live a lie?
You're pretending
And slowly breaking
Ligaments that join us
Bone to bone
Flesh to flesh
Though we be not yours
Yours we are
You can't retract those words
Like angry bees and scorpion stings
But the wedge is in your hands
What will you do next?
JM 4/16/17
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
I'm tired of days where I just laugh,
and sit so still and contemplate,
an inner peace and where it's from.
I always end with the same refrain.
How I can see with endless clarity:
they're nothing but guests in my reality.
But then this thought can drown me,
breed recklessness, not rationality.
So having peaked an immortal mountain,
and taken a while at dizzying heights,
I stop to look down at the road not taken,
and see before me the phase I begin.
From the other side on the hard road down,
the summit was ephemeral, I naive,
and the whole thing a pattern,
just another routine.
I'm tired of an utter lack of hope,
a nonexistence, a complete retraction.
I'm sick
of endless ups and downs,
Being battered forth,
and carried back again,
amongst the arms of no control.
I am right now in the terrible deep.
I'm so very tired of everything.
Yet still I cannot sleep.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC