"revoke" poems
Forget the days we shared
Forget the smiles, the tears, the words too coarse to bear.
Forget the blooms in Spring dancing through the air
Forget the garden we abandoned there
Leave thorns of plenty, and roses rare
Forget the voice of a sweet melody
Forget the buzzing bees tending to honey
Forget the notion of you and me
Forget the spices in recipes spoilt
The taste is a bitter sweet result
Forget what weather we braved together
Forget the cliche that everything gets better
Forget what you want to remember
Forget what should be and what doesn't matter
Revoke your thoughts, the hypocrisy they flatter.
Forget waking up in warming arms,
Seducing me with your charms
Forget whatever you gave me, though it wasn't much
A breath, A kiss, A touch.
Enough!
Forget all that I've said
These thoughts turning in my head
Filling me with dread
The words I've written and you have read
Forget it!
Those days are over my mind is set
Forget we ever met.
Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 2:56 PM UTC
like Gatsby
no longer happy
hosting a party I know longer enjoy
all I have wanted
and now I want nothing
so like Gatsby
I revoke my R.S.V.P
I leave my party
I go
I leave
I die
nothing like Gatsby
just happy
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
Leave me to be young,
to shrivel.
A white gardenia always must wither,
and shrivel;
Die.
Leave me to marry,
to love.
A heart can pump alone I assure you,
leave me to revoke my own sins.
A lost cause you take me,
and your silence will break me.
Your pesticides will **** off anything natural I possess!
A White Gardenia must shrivel and,
die.
Success is what disillusions me,
in pretense I fight.
A war on egos, envy and such!
It is all I know in my mechanical set-up,
is to follow the world in it's redundant tide.
A White Gardenia can bloom,
it can shrivel,
wither.
A White Gardenia always must die.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
Oh, how I wish you still called
To hear that crack in your voice
Flaws and all
You were still my first choice.
Oh, how I wish you still called
To talk the fears back
Because since we fell off
It brought the tears back.
The comforted words you spoke
The life in your laugh
All the memories I have to revoke
Brings all the pain back.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
What happened to the dandies
Those gentlemen of the grandest Culture
Destroyers of dreaded boundaries
Mockers of meaningless morality
Inquisitors of a profound lack of imagination
Guardians of good taste
Messengers of modernity
What happened to those 19th century hipsters
Who so gracefully dissected Society
And whose wit and wisdom
Shook the foundations
Of mainstream hypocrisy
Of inept intellectualism
And lamentable lies
We are in dire need of retrieving
The lost art of being a dandy
To shake the foundations once more
And to revoke the righteous rage
Of the cultural creed
To set society aflame
With wit and wisdom
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
your words
once again
have made so cold my skin
i pray for someone
to turn my mind, revoke my sin
take your wounds
and cover them up
with a bandage of denial
a seed of doubt
planted in our minds
your heart shut down
closed for now
you say it numbs the pain
prevention of undeniable grief
you stole your own happiness
a selfless thief
perhaps the wind
will blow again
away your troubles
forget your sins
if only
if only
the rain would return to wash me
wayward and beyond thought
to the wistful wonders
of a world without
you
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Be careful what you say
Your words can convey
A message that uplifts
Just like birthday gifts
Or by their mere sound
Bring someone down
Cos words can be profound
Whether adjective or noun
Think before you speak
And be kind to the meek
Words can soothe away
The worries of the day
Or words can cause pain
And bring nothing but disdain
They can linger and remain
Implanted in your brain
Words can be like tools
For geniuses or fools
But once they're cast about
They remove any doubt
About whoever spoke them
And it's hard to revoke them
So try not to provoke them
Better that you yoke them
Words better left unsaid
Should remain in your head
Once they're in the atmosphere
They can't simply disappear
Consider this when you speak
Or an errant word might leak
Even when it's tongue and cheek
That excuse is very weak
(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
On crimson tides we ebb and flow
no technicolor dreams to show
the darkness falls at our behest
as from our hands the senses wrest
take the tincture to ease the pain
release the heart from this dark refrain
shadows revoke our light of day
to incumbent solace we must sway
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
oh my baby
expectant seeds of memory
and truth do surge in unanticipated but ******
flows
surge and bring thee closer;
no, into my realm; devolve mysteries
resolve the unsolved, evoke and revoke my stain, my misery
be my home: forlorn as i am I stand proud
as your knight
and you my Queen.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
My soul ached
For his skin and bones
And all the beating somethings in between-
That nothing,
Perhaps not even time,
Could revoke the hormone-driven,
Empty-souled desire I had
For every participle of his being
To deluge me through my core
And past every withering remain
Of sanity or stability
I so feebly clung to.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
#Anonymous (1730s ?)
In good King Charles's golden days,
When Loyalty no harm meant;
A Furious High-Church man I was,
And so I gain'd Preferment.
Unto my Flock I daily Preached,
Kings are by God appointed,
And Damn'd are those who dare resist,
Or touch the Lord's Anointed.
***And this is law, I will maintain
Unto my Dying Day, Sir.
That whatsoever King may reign,
I shall be Vicar of Bray, Sir!***
When Royal James possessed the crown,
And popery grew in fashion;
The Penal Law I hooted down,
And read the Declaration:
The Church of Rome I found would fit
Full well my Constitution,
And I had been a Jesuit,
But for the Revolution.
And this is Law, &c.
When William our Deliverer came,
To heal the Nation's Grievance,
I turned the Cat in Pan again,
And swore to him Allegiance:
Old Principles I did revoke,
Set conscience at a distance,
Passive Obedience is a Joke,
A Jest is non-resistance.
And this is Law, &c.;
When Royal Ann became our Queen,
Then Church of England's Glory,
Another face of things was seen,
And I became a Tory:
Occasional Conformists base
I Damn'd, and Moderation,
And thought the Church in danger was,
From such Prevarication.
And this is Law, &c.;
When George in Pudding time came o'er,
And Moderate Men looked big, Sir,
My Principles I changed once more,
And so became a Whig, Sir.
And thus Preferment I procured,
From our Faith's great Defender,
And almost every day abjur'd
The Pope, and the Pretender.
And this is Law, &c.;
The Illustrious House of Hanover,
And Protestant succession,
To these I lustily will swear,
Whilst they can keep possession:
For in my Faith, and Loyalty,
I never once will falter,
But George, my lawful king shall be,
Except the Times should alter.
And this is Law, &c;.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
Tired of explaining
Ignoring the presence of my stillness==
as you walk with bitterness==
your radiance is no longer true==
a melody with seduction over due==
the song so bad wiped out by you==
rotating my abdomen==
from the soul==
the worms inside==
they all die==
under your control==
separating the way==
is as if though==
all the beauty in the world==
up and lived==
you are more than i need==
drowning in my own abyss==
judging you one==
right after the other==
a hellish so profound==
Revelations passed so suddenly==
expression of limbo i replay==
the revenge==
the revoke==
suffer catting my oxygen==
they illness==
then lifeless==
they identify==
then disgust==
never play the sensitive==
feel my needs==
like the wound full of abscess==
a sore to never go away==
yes like the illness==
then lifeless==
dropped addict==
these shivers down my spine==
identify, escape, abuse of certain==
announcing it even more==
proof that i am found==
out of love==
the mind finally receives==
Revolution with open eyes==
the heart is trapped to proceed==
clever than the open skies==
old sweat glands in my hand==
retiring the mind==
the best of my heart has no stand==
died from your retrieving cries==
advancing to my knowledge==
the darkness that you lend==
DISCLOSURE==
to==
in the depth of your eyes ==
i run before you hypnotize==
oblivion to the Valley of your wits==
refusing to relive the song==
feeling that are gone==
never will it feel right==
i still feel the rotation==
exhale went out your soul==
exiting far from sight==
revoke an end to your light==
a kiss of death to you good night==
a kiss of death to you good night==
By: p.d.
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 3:58 AM UTC
always woke up with nothing to say to her
not a thing.
we slept in rooms separate,
but she would bust in on me,
occasionally, to have an occasion,
never knocking, just door pounding,
just to annoy, just to see
if I still cared, hoping to revoke
what passed for pseudo-serenity.
some times entireties
would pass
before you had the energies
to swing
your legs over the
side of the day~bed,
conceding, white flag surrendering,
losing the commencing-avoidance of
the start-of-the-day battle of
pseudo-existence.
hoping against hope
you don't meet,
hoping against hope
she doesn't say accidentally,
good morning.
so you don't have to
Lincoln~Douglas debate,
aerate, concentrate, orate,
how to answer without bitterness
intended to maim.
knowing you could not e'er possess
a good morning, day, night,
by definition, by ruling of the
gods in charge of never.
sometimes you made it out
of the apartment that had
no ingress,
only egress,
happy happy no converse.
used to go to a Barnes & Noble,
get a refillable endless Starbucks,
from open to closing.
read all day, sitting with strangers,
till my **** hurt so bad,
didn't think I could walk again.
now and then,
smiled at the ladies,
tho nothing could come of it,
nothing ever did.
she never asked me
where I egressed too.
didn't care, that was better
for sanitizing my pseudo-sanity.
came home cautiously,
door opening silently
in case I was home prematurely,
she still there.
sometimes you wake up with nothing to say
to yourself.
that is even worse,
cause the meaning clear,
breaking point is near.
have a picture of me from those days.
a cellphone photo I took myself,
of course.
serious, bearded, short haired,
red eyed, unfiltered.
Sometimes I think I will banner it,
so you can tap into a part of me
that words just cannot do injustice to,
more than was already done.
here, while composing,
I fell asleep.
tired?
maybe. maybe,
sometimes you just don't want to remember.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
We will live like smoke. Free and flowing and forever changing. Shaped by the wind and carried by invisible powers. Love will lift us, trust will twist us, energy will enter us and in the dark assist us. We will be tendrils tumbling smooth. Never captured never controlled. If people were fire, you'd be a pyre and we'd be the sparks in the wind.
We will live like shooting stars. Bright and surprising and ever-enticing. Burned in your sight so even when you close your eyes we shine. When you sleep we will soar, when you're wishing for more, t'will be us that you see out your window.
We will live like dragons of old. The legends become us, and we become told. You'll hear of our ventures, 'How daring!' 'How bold!', but your eyes only glisten with the flash of fool's gold. We dragons have secrets to uplift your soul, we can strip off your shackles and let wings unfold. If only you'll listen to tales gone untold, we whisper the truth; You're being controlled.
Just like the mice who are trapped in a maze, you sense out your prize and move on your way. But all routes have been found, to keep you contained, and though down on the ground, you feel unafraid, if you look up and around, you can see that you're caged.
Even our paper has lines there to rule us, but essence and vapor have no need for cruel 'must'. So if you find out that the chains are unjust, remember that even iron can rust.
A word of advice, for those who revoke, do not fear fire, once you've awoke. There's no hidden danger, dagger or cloak; For it is us Dragons, that live in the smoke.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
She laughed.
It was a mirthless sound, full of echoes
and taught with strain
A sharp flash of insight
to some pulsing, deep-rooted ache;
A crackling outburst of electricity
With heat and light searing through,
The passageway opportunely provided
By the void in the afflicted sound
All which dimmed swiftly
As the noise abruptly faltered,
Caught, died.
With it died his illumination
Of some burning passion she kept,
Deeply hidden, closely guarded.
The sound and percipience had ended.
She could not revoke the gesture.
A silent ambivalence grew quickly.
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 3:29 AM UTC
Litigation of repressed distraught,
Ambiguous embellishments of euphoria,
Cast asunder infatuation in hopes her eyes capture,
Perchance hell revoke my admission and allow an old soul
A craved desire coveted keenly upon the heaving *****
Lest I cling tight with passion adieu,
And ****** not skin but a heeded heart,
summation of abysmal damnation.
Capture my love hold dearly my heart in your claimed hand...
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
<soft spoken intro>
...see your still here again,
.....think your still welcome here?
...here,
huh
Closed our mills, took our jobs, put in down our throats,
Fed us lies, took the pensions, thought we were a joke,
Media all bia's -steal my sentence, voted 'ere to revoke,
Cratering down! Cratering down the steepest slope!
*We're taking you, out back and to the side,
Gonna be a genocide...*
*We're taking you, out back and to the side,
Gonna be a genocide...*
White people,
are raging, against,
The Machine..
So Welcome, welcome...welcome...
To The Machine...
Floyd
I once woke up covered in blood on my parent's steps,
My truck was miles away on the side of the road.
*We're taking you, out back and to the side,
Gonna be a genocide...*
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC
I'll keep drinking my coffee, but i'm afraid of the crash
the life i've lived lying in front of me in tiny remnants
staring at the basket, i wish to smell that sweet orange
i wish i felt something when my young sister dances
"just open your eyes" she said "you will see the pathway"
darling, you know i would, but i'm afraid to peek
"But i remember you running in the dark, never reluctant to peek
you knew that i had you, i'd never let you crash
i crushed all of the sticks under my feet, creating a pathway
all you had left were the shameful remnants
at the end of the night you said that the leaves did their dances
don't you remember when i picked you that orange?"
she thinks i can smell that sweet scent of an orange
i'm certain i could, if i were back at my peak
those were the times i could join in on her dances
the days when beauty could revoke the crash
before my soul felt scattered to remnants
an illuminating light created my pathway
"sister, my darling, your pathway is gold
the grass that surrounds it turns orange from light
soon all the green will be remnants of dark
the sun will shine bright from the peak
the crash you are feeling only hurts for a while
it all blows away when the leaves do their dances"
my sister she dances at the thought of this all
leaving her pathway of charm and beauty
i've never seen such perfection crash or come close
her twirling body, her orange locks
falling gently at the peak of her shoulders
my sister she left me her remnants of toast
i watch her continue her dances of joy
she noticed me peak as i sipped on my tea
her pathway, large enough for us both to enjoy
i peeled the last orange, breathed in its citrus scent
the empty tea mug made a crash in the sink
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
When breathing will only bring pain,
The kind of pain that is emotional,
You have no choice that seems rational
But to exert all force to feign
Some sort of spirit that seems real
To everyone around you.
Only the slightest few
Will understand how you really feel.
That small percentage of folk
Might even only include one
Who will straighten your backbone
And your right to whine revoke.
Forever you’ll have someone to defend,
As she has become your best friend.
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
Giving kisses won't take back the excuses you gave
an embrace can't erase what you did
"good deeds" don't make up for the terrible ones
being here now doesn't change that you hid
words won't rebuild the bridges you burned
silence won't forget the words that were spoken
time won't heal the wounds you inflicted
good intentions can't remake what was broken
lending a hand won't wipe old tears away
telling the truth won't atone for your lies
being friendly doesn't revoke you as a traitor
there is no gift that could un-sever our ties
there is no response in which I answer your call
no plead that would sway my last choice
nothing is persuading my mind otherwise
I can't stand the sound of you voice
it doesn't matter what you believe
i don't care if you thinks it's a crime
nothing you do will break down these walls
sorry for wasting your time
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
i am the forgotten son.
cast down from the kingdom,
kicked out of the family name,
removed from patriarchal figures
all my fathers now revoke
the names they'd given me.
i am the forgotten son.
my loud words resonate in
none of the senses of my fathers.
i am truly the son, forsaken.
thank god.
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 3:18 AM UTC
The depths
of nothing
rise and fall
creating tones
unknowable
to the human ear
invisible
to the eye
Creating a labyrinth
to confuse her
to evoke feelings in her
to make her revoke those feelings
and crush them into nothing
to be plunged into the depths
And become the depths themselves.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC
I've seen more beer cans on the ground of the backstreets of my town than kids playing outside
I hear the background music of apps like temple run more often than I hear book pages being flipped on a train
While hearing the explanation to why my friend is in a fight with her boyfriend key words like "opened my snapchat" "read my text" "ignored my dm" are brought up more than you can ever imagine
I stand up for millennials, I am a millennial but in light of the good we cannot ignore the bad
we have made technological advances that once were unfathomable
We have made scientific discoveries that were once unimaginable
We are the future
But we can not ignore how we might lead to our own downfall
We are the future
But do we want our kids to live in an even more intense version of this technological blur
This addiction, this technological addiction will lead to our own demise
The youth will never see another playground again because they can visit one in their screen for points
Children today are addicted to phones before they can even project their own sentences
Adults use it as an escape to quiet their kids for a little, "to distract them" "keep them occupied"
A few years later they ask them why they never leave their room, why they are glued to their laptop
You cannot punish the robot you created
You cannot revoke the escape key you once gave them
There is a problem in today's generation
And we need it to change
One day iWish to walk the streets of my town and see more children than empty bud lights
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
All it takes is you believing
we could make this work,
but leaving
just to lurk
prompting grieving
just to perk
me up ascending on some chariot you broke
defending all the arson in the mirrors with the smoke
I cough, and choke
til I awoke
the words still stuck inside my throat
you swore you wrote this swollen note
Tell me then, pleading, revoke
to which you reply, I misspoke.
All it takes is you believing
faintly, even so
I'll pound pavement retrieving
anything we need to go.
All it takes is you believing
and I'll vicious fight our cause
til I'm buried or I'm ashes
consuming body by my mind
which precedence for you defined
to hush protests below mustaches
bristled veil the daily grind
and anyone leaves us behind
sees our reflections brightly shined
and they all crashes
and they all crashes
all it takes is you believing.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC