"reunites" poems
Every couple 'a years or so
Our family reunites
It takes a couple 'a years or so
To recover from the fights
A family like our'n
Doesn't party like most do
Ours gets a little out of hand
That's why we have so few
It's a redneck family reunion
everybody has a grand old time
eating grandma's cooking
and drinking grandpas shine
You never go home hungry
If you make it home at all
You go home bruised and battered
And you surely had a ball
There's daisy dukes and forty Lukes
They're racing trucks and burning rubber
There's jugs of moonshine everywhere
And at least a hundred bubbas
There's a smoker fired for the food
the size of two large trucks
It hold 4 cows, and fourteen pigs
And at least a hundred ducks
It's a redneck family reunion
everybody has a grand old time
eating grandma's cooking
and drinking grandpas shine
You never go home hungry
If you make it home at all
You go home bruised and battered
And you surely had a ball
There's pickled this and pickled that
And things you just can't swallow
That used to live down in the swamp
Way back there in the hollow
There's at least ten shotgun weddings there
And the groom might be rail roaded
But, the wedding isn't legal
If the shotgun isn't loaded
It's a redneck family reunion
everybody has a grand old time
eating grandma's cooking
and drinking grandpas shine
You never go home hungry
If you make it home at all
You go home bruised and battered
And you surely had a ball
There's greased up pigs and muddy runts
And at least ten bobby sues
and when they all get greased up
You can't tell which is who
There's horseshoe pits for tossing shoes
And games of every sort
Most of them aren't legal
And would get you into court
It's a redneck family reunion
everybody has a grand old time
eating grandma's cooking
and drinking grandpas shine
You never go home hungry
If you make it home at all
You go home bruised and battered
And you surely had a ball
But, it's the way we like it
Drinking shine and acting out
Tossing things that aren't tied down
And wrassling about
There's music there of just one kind
It's country and that matters
Any other sort of sound
Sets the crowd off like mad hatters
It's a redneck family reunion
everybody has a grand old time
eating grandma's cooking
and drinking grandpas shine
You never go home hungry
If you make it home at all
You go home bruised and battered
And you surely had a ball
There's always someone who's so drunk
And it's normally the preacher
Last year we married him off
To the back up first grade teacher
There's Chevy trucks of every kind
And one covered in sod
Mary Lou showed her tattoo
"Jeff Foxworthy is my God"
It's the best time of the year for us
And it's sad when it must end
but, you gotta haul your *** away
When the cops come round that bend
It's a redneck family reunion
everybody has a grand old time
eating grandma's cooking
and drinking grandpas shine
You never go home hungry
If you make it home at all
You go home bruised and battered
And you surely had a ball
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
Rub your ***** against the window
I’ll rub mine against it too
We don’t need no ******* *****
We’ll invent the love anew
Use your mouth, your lips, and tongue
Give it freedom that it’s worth
Feel reborn, untouched, and young
As sky reunites with Earth
Make your palms, your hands, and skin
Vibrate with every touch
This is love, not ******* sin
Give it, take it, hold it, clutch
Now the ******* of my ****
Are as wide as my own eyes
Via them my love transmits
Via them my ***** dies
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
I was raised on Pixar,
Toy Story, I saw that in theaters
Toy Story 2, I saw that during Thanksgiving break.. In theaters
Toy Story 3, guess where I saw that, the theater, and I cried
If you were born in the early 90's and didn't cry at the end of Toy Story 3, you are a robot
If you didn't tear up when Sulley had to say goodbye to Boo, then you are a droid clown
If thou defy's to muscle a drop of moister when Nemo reunites with his father, art thou really human?
If a tidal wave of sympathetic sorrow doesn't crash into your heart during the first ten minutes of Up, then you're going down, in history as one sorry sad sack
And as for Cars.. well I didn't really like Cars that much..
Pixar gave me a Woody
A monster that scares
A fish that talks
And an old grumpy man with gray hairs
Oh and the cars..
But it also gave me, us,
The gift of compassion
Which I ardently appreciate
Thanks for all the wicked good times Pixar
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
They fall form the skies to my feet
They glow in the dark and they lead me through a maze
Ribbons of all colors that play with my emotions
The blue one makes me feel satisfied
Yellow is my peace
Red is what makes me love with passion
Purple are days when it rains and i love the rain
Black is my hope, because the darkest moments,
are my bravest situations
Ribbons
Something that reunites me with something far from home.
Something deep down in my heart.
It is waiting to come out but those ribbons
bring it all out for everyone to see.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 5:20 PM UTC
I dream of us reuniting as the water reunites with the sand and carries it along
So I could get to express the love I kept suppressed beneath
But I don't know if ever in this life, you will come back
With a frail twine of hope, I now breathe
I witness the lazy sunset on our favourite beach alone, every day
Which once we did together in one another's arms
I write your name on the sand, hoping for the water to not wash it away
Not before you come back and I fall for your subtlest charms
I sit for hours, from dusk till dawn, waiting for you to return
So we could sleep by the water and wake up to the sun
Watch the sky turn tangerine and then paint it all black
And sleep under the stars while the tides sing us lullabies. Oh, such fun.
And if you ever come back, I will first kiss your lips and caress you whole
So you could immerse all the love and keep it sealed in between your ribs
Only then I will always be close to your heart like you are to my soul
And a fire will ignite, helping us keep the love and the burning desire alive.
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 10:12 AM UTC
The Sun is a jealous lover
That yearns for the wandering Moon.
He give his softer light to her
And easily assumes
That she will chase him everywhere
Throughout the starry sky,
Obediently follow this linear path,
Until the day she dies.
The Moon however, loves the Earth
The gentle shady sphere,
Who pulls her close and cradles her
And whispers in her ear.
Earth and Moon are destined hearts
That dance on through the night
Until the Sun returns again
And hides the Moon from sight.
By day she fades into the Sun
And seemingly stays the path
Until the sacred night returns
And reunites them at last.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
**"I wish"
(You wish)
"We wish"**
*Upon the stars,
Were glinting & palpitating beyond
its heaven's surreal
As moonlight ignite the light to its darkest night
Flashes of moment dwelt from within
As far as the constellation
we chase, we glance above
Reaching the intertwining hands of love
We could tell the untold stories,
Laugh out as much as the oxygen
could release our breathe &
On top of that thrilling rides,
we'd enjoy'd the most
Like the exceptional momentous in time
Freely be open to each other's locket key
Soul reunites upon eternal
Pounding me once again,
Of having close in you
Like we could have this everything
For once, twice or many times.
The Stars that we will shine
Let's keep it For real.*
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
Pretty girl under coverage of a plaid jacket
Not conformed as the rest
They have lit the fire originated from a spark in her eye
Contest the predicted end to a desolate world
Instead lifted spirit reunites with what she never had, but was always there
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
Pity poison, pity party,
pity is pretty ****** off
at your Pompadour proposition,
your parcel proposal!
O, a cardboard box,
the symbol of the distance crossed
and darker shadows to bright love lost.
What a world of merriment their melody foretells
as you shake them like little silver bells.
Go to hell.
Car chase scenes excite you; sit tight, you,
as your flight from fight reunites you with
the boy who never knew
what you are.
You are jelly in a jam, so your ham-fisted attitude
leads the lamb of love to slaughter;
the s leads laughter on, standing for *** (check male or female),
stimulation, stimulant, squabble, **** **** sext--
a wrecked relationship sinking, sinking,
and being nearer, my ******* God, to thee
makes me sick between my bones
but the iceberg of your persistence has to melt,
even with a bit of red paint.
Your dainty hopes that you could go
two for two with hearts and minds
not only disgust, but your lust broke my trust
and I must, must, must ring the bells.
Class dismissed. I hope you've learned.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
Traumatized puppy
Physical wounds healed, scarred over
scared again and again
Noises startle, passers-by threaten
Fear is real, not imagined
Stunts your mental health
Love and compassion can not cure all
Horrific consequences of sustained trauma
You are not to blame
Health whole in body and mind
Zooming, happy baby dog
Together we will be in Heaven
Baby dog, my angel dog
Missing you until Death
Reunites
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
Let’s be lovers
and speak slow and soft
when the moon reunites itself with the stars
and the words that slip through our lips will
fly upwards like fireflies and
form the clandestine meanings
deep within our whispered confessions
spelled out in the constellations above our heads
sentences gathered and tied
a crown of wildflowers
along with all of the words in between so that
even the broken fragments have
something to hold on to.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
You drift away
On the river of memory
And running on the bank,
I cry for you to come back
But slowly you move away,
And in my reckless run,
Little by little, I catch up to you
A little bit of lost ground.
On occasion you dive
In the moving liquid
Or, brushing against brambles,
You hesitate and you wait for me
Hiding your face
In your pulled up dress,
From fear that you'll be disfigured
By shame and regret.
You're nothing but a wreck,
Dead dog in the water
But I'm still your slave
And dive into the stream
When memory ends
And the ocean of forget,
Breaks our hearts and our heads,
The never reunites us.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 2:15 PM UTC
There’s nowhere like never
Purgatory of the mind
The info man has the answers
Behind his booth made of time
4th dimension relapse
As the minute hand proceeds the hour
Noon falls victim to midnight
As the stars regain their power.
We remove soul from host
In a biological defeat
Don’t judge a man’s travels
Until you’ve read the stories
Told by the lines in the soles of his feet.
With each worth a thousand words
Pictures paint themselves so clear
But can’t capture the brilliance of a soul
Until the last breath is gasped here.
Then moon recites the epitaph
That’s etched into his face
From the creators of his brutal beauty
he starts off slow to set the pace.
We remove soul from host
In a biological defeat
Don’t judge a man’s travels
Until you’ve read the stories
Told by the lines in the soles of his feet.
And the mother reunites our flesh
With the sanctity of her Murth
For we have reached the finish line
To lay our bodies beneath the dirt.
And our fathers faces have faded
As we forget all that we’ve been taught
Except his final lesson
Of the art of selfless thought.
We remove soul from host
In a biological defeat
Don’t judge a mans travels
Until you’ve read the stories
Told by the lines in the soles of his feet.
Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 1:25 PM UTC
What is love ?
"A strong feeling of affection."
Is that all it mean to you??
O poor Oxford you miserably fail!!!!
Its not a mere logical definition,
Its a exalted experience..
Not about begging and expecting,
But extension of warmth form within,
Dissolving ego making one bowdown...
Your pride no more chokes you,
Instead you love everything around..
That which makes you intoxicated when higherself seeks supreme self.. Thy hunger of incompleteness is lost,
Its a different dimension that reunites you with the cosmic scape..
Its a transformation to conscious sensitive being..
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Constantly it changed everything.
Overthrows hopes among people,
Varied thoughts, feelings, and demands
Ignites humans’ inability to understand, how
Deadly this virus can be.
Its existence
Creates a big change.
A change that made everything
Fall into place and Space
Or nearly destroys what’s in order.
How did the virus earn its crown?
It is on its pedestal!
Corona,
Corona, the virus!
Virus and it's viral.
Could it be a blessing or not?
Could we be grateful that it exists?
Or it merely
Destroys
Harmony and order.
Corona,
Consoles people
Offers love and care to others;
Reunites shattered and damaged ones;
Nestles kindness and patience to one and all;
Allows bonds and relations to grow deeper.
Is it an epiphany?
A sort of vision to see how beautiful our future will be,
If everyone cares to see the good in each other?
To admire and to appreciate the efforts and hard work of all men
Regardless of life status?
Is it not great to see how people around the globe love one another?
This pandemic shocked the world indeed.
It paved a way to heal what’s broken
Living and non-living things;
Yes, let us include everything that God has created.
We have forgotten our sole responsibility to His gifts.
Corona,
Cures and heals.
Optimistically changes the heart of many;
Rhetorically awakens all to contemplate;
Obliged everybody to care;
Now, behold and pray.
This too shall pass.
Many have died but this would not end
Your hope and faith.
Together we fight,
Together we uncrown
Corona!
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
As nighttime befalls me,
and the ocean of darkness engulfs us all
and the denizens of the world escape to the realm of dreams,
I do not accept slumber's embrace.
Rather, I cease to breathe,
and allow my being to become one with the abyss.
For you are not with me,
I die.
But it is not that I have been overcome
by the incessant pangs of our partition, no.
My love for you is greater than love,
and never would I desire to abandon you.
Yet to be at such a distance from your perfection
tears the fabric of my very being.
For life without you can only be life,
as red without colour can be red.
So while my mortal body does perish,
my spirit withdraws itself from its corporal shell,
and instantly, it dwells with you.
For the domain of my spirit need not be traversed,
as the ethereal plane knows not space.
And when your repose falls within the gaze of my soul,
it cannot help but marvel at your radiance
which illuminates all of creation.
Thereupon it caresses you, enveloping your very being
and shielding you from all wickedness
that would attempt to extinguish your brilliance
or diminish the heavenly flames which burn within your eyes.
And with you it remains,
until the pull of the sun grows too strong,
and it can cling to you no longer.
Wistfully, it reunites with my body,
awaiting once more the fall of darkness
when it can find paradise by your side anew.
Thus every night I let death fall upon me
so that my soul can accompany yours.
And when such a time comes
that I must forever relinquish my life,
my soul shall be with you evermore.
And we shall be one,
our souls intertwined,
bound unto eternity.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
Suspended in your grasp, it seems time has been swallowed in the same bite as so my passion. This desire may never be quenched as long as the blood runs red. Embrace me till the oceans dry, when the Earth reunites with sky. I'll lay here in peace as long as I may float in your eyes.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
The sound of splashing water
as it reunites with the shore,
The scent of freshly-bloomed garden
as the wind revs them,
The taste of sweet, juicy tangerines,
crisp as plucked from its tree
The glimpse of human eyes
as intimate interaction sparks
Oh, to feel these all —
Existential.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 11:15 PM UTC
Bubbling in the oceans deep.
This is where I sleep.
Greeted by the white shark.
As he gently dissapears in the dark.
Charmed by the massive whale.
Who reunites with his female.
My fingertips streak the ocean's floor.
Nice and warmed by the earth's core.
Streaking over the lonely anemone.
To find out he was never alone.
Cuddled by shellfish.
I never wanted to seem selfish.
It all seems like a dream.
Gently flowing with the stream.
In the end it's just how I feel.
But for me, it'll always be real.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 7:36 PM UTC
Her riot forced her into predomination
Of all the abolishment this was
The final end
She played the game
Far too long
To not give in
But to leave
All for once
And all at once
Blackhole ****** thru me
Turned toward
The torched Sun
Only to peel the bleached
infectious skin
Vibrating in the
Noise I call THE WIND
It whispers at first
Then turns up the volume
To see a traveling herse
Jokingly I submerse my body
Only to find that the
Purest necter
Negotiated on that tree
The vines wrapped around my leg
Wouldnt
Let me Go
Thru it
Around it
It wanted to eat me whole
And so I let it
For a season maybe two
But wasn't this the me
I'd hoped for lived with
It gets confusing
And this mess
Looks like a mess
A pig stye room
And after eating dinner
She roast a toast
To her dead lovely awaiting
Husband
Patiently they walked up and over
The corpses law
Jagged and weary
Their bones fell
Into each other
Lost they put the
Wrong pieces together
And now he's she
And him is her
Everything doesn't
Make sense
Except for true earth
Which vibrates
At a frequency
That is drums like WIND
Like fire
Like all the crusted attire
These women warmed me with
Nothing beats the flesh
Of another true warrior
Nothi,e and I mean
NOTHING
REUNITES AS IMPALLING
AS HIS FLESH RIPPENING FOR HIS OWN URGES
Kisses by sins nature
He throws shame and anger
Meeting her at the door
He greets his afterstare
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 6:14 AM UTC
Across divides
Peering eyes scry
for places left to hide
and realize that simple minds
of men in mines
could be her spies.
Across divides,
tearing skies cry
like bolts within the night.
Fireflies coalesce
in rivers of molten light.
On the path of least resistance,
magic flows and reunites
in such a pattern,
such a vision,
to witness is to invite.
Across divides slumbers ice.
Peaceful winter's grasp: a vice.
Sister to the frigid,
Magic hunts for winter's light
While princes trap rabbits,
And marvel at sunlight.
Across divides,
princes realize
that the morning has advanced,
and start heading back inside.
A monster wakes from sleep,
rousing milky, blackened eyes.
It cries at its own horror:
Tears that never dry.
It makes its way into the day
wearing death as a disguise.
Across divides.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
I yearn for the smell of autumn
A kiss from nature in the maze of trees
The ever changing colors and falling of days
The night owl's hoots whisper in my ears like dreams
And the day squirrel buries messages throughout the earth
The breezy twilight comes without warning revealing her beauty only to those lucky to see
The harvest moon reunites her golden glow with the black elegance of the sky
And the stars dance around decoratively for your eyes and mine
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 2:31 AM UTC