"rsvp" poems
Here's a little something to make you feel good
A little ditty to brighten your day
A poem to let you know that your not alone
Come what will...Come what may
Here's a little invite to the morning
Something in which to start up your day
If you could RSVP that we can expect your company
Then we'll be on our way
Here's a little tune that we can hum to
In perfect harmony
Finding what's right in life, setting all else aside
Will be the song we sing
Here's a little moment to make it all happen
The perfect amount of right in the frame of mind
We'll find what we're hoping for, life's open door
As we step inside
To share that little something to make us feel good
To help send us all along our way
This simple poem to let us know, we are not alone
On this day we will call today
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC
Here's a little something to make you feel good
In hopes it brightens up your day
A poem to let you know that you are not alone
Come what will, come what may
Here's a little invite to the morning
To what is now the start of your day
If you could RSVP that we can expect your company
Then we'll be all packed and on our way
Here's a little tune that we can all hum
Laying it out in perfect harmony
Finding what's important in life setting all else aside
Will be the one song that we sing
Here's a little moment to make it happen
The perfect amount of right in our frame of mind
If you find that you are hoping that the good times now are open
Then you my friend again are right on time
So here's a little something to make us feel good
To help send us all along our way
If we all jump into this flow, no telling where it will go
Through out this new bright and wonderful day
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 7:43 AM UTC
It's all my fault that I said nothing
But it's not my fault that you said no
It's all my fault that I always no
but it's not my fault they never say nothing
but at the rate that the world is moving
and despite this state that I'm in
I still managed to stop moving
long enough to be trampled by tortoises
and I somehow managed to be missed by the stampede
Sometimes I wish the turtles would get off of my back
because they crawl so slow
and time begins to ache
Sometimes I wish the stampede would target me
and the last thing I would see is a violent crowd
but I still imagine a mirage behind the mob
I have an invitation for the turtles;
they can sleep on my back.
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 3:40 AM UTC
Hannah decided to have a heartwarming party
After all home is where the heart is
So she invited anyone with lungs that breathe
To come share the warming air
She typed up a flier that read:
I welcome you all to see
The moon meet the sun
Cover charge: one body handshake
The drug for this evening will be hugs
I've heard if you have too many or
Squeeze too hard you can
Overdose on love
But we will take our chances
Bring a friend or
Better yet an enemy
Show them that the
Night can dance with the day
It will dawn on them at dusk
This won't be one of those
BYOB affairs
More like bring your own everything
So we all can play emotional musical chairs
Smiles are free
Surrounded by such company
So be sure to RSVP
Even though walk ins are always accepted
It would make me so happy
To know you're coming! :)
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
Please RSVP
to the event which is my life
and don't forget to follow me
might you please like?!
<pause>
It's been days
& virtually
no likes.
But that's how we judge our self-worth
and give meaning to proceeding in life.
SLAPPED in the face
by an opening door.
My past flashes forward
as I hit the floor.
Liked by many
Disliked by more
I used to relish in the love of my haters
like a *****
Always high
from the love of my admirers
I did not care to be judged
in the social court room
of people for higher.
A hand pulls me towards
the future
which is now
my present
in the past
Pulled forward
to the door
which took me back.
I liked that girl.
She was an ultimate me.
She did not care
to RSVP.
Yanked forth once more
from the protruding arm out the door.
Hesitant I
shoes nervously glued to space
in this time.
Please RSVP?
to the event
which is me?!
I'm guest of honor
*****
I took my shoes off
and walked in freely.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
You feel you're invincible
being that your sanity is uncontrollable
strolling around with your shoulders past the birds
past the planes
your ignorance succeeds in innumerable ways
your sight is weak
your mind is enable to capture
it's buried under life's adversities and Earth's pleasure
you don't know when to stop so you flood yourself
until you're lame at your ankles
and paralyzed in your emotions
you wend through life this way
well you try
stuck in misery
with no lane to merge
frustration is your best friend
a human is impossible and
incapable of the acceptance
your belittlement draws mankind away
no one wants to attend a pity party
unless their accompanied to your VIP
and to reserve
you are the one to RSVP
Enlighten heads will stray away
pessimism is a curse
rapidly spread by the weak
you have distress and frustration
suppressed
strangled screams
holds your eyelids open at night
deliberations controls your emotions
controls your feet
throughout the day
you are terrified of tangibility
so you indulge yourself excessively
burying your true identity
becoming irritable when bearing your sober mind
if only you knew how divine you are
you would grow to love yourself
in ways incompetent of how you could love so hard
look yourself in your eyes
find who you are
even if you have to savagely search
you'll see the soul people has grown to
love so much
you'll notice your beauty
that covers endless realms
or your strength that could hurl a boulder
No one can help you discover
your destiny
it's your journey you'll have to make alone
but during the expedition and constant footsteps
the process of elimination could be your guide
find your inner child
it can help your prevail that's
where you once had happiness
your joy was established there
because if you continue the silencing
of your heart's cries and
your soul's screams
you'll live a life analogous to hell
and that is
a nightmare's worst dream
Copy Right 2014
©Patty Ann
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
The busy day of taxing
became one of relaxing when in hushed
silence they stared at the Bethlehem Star
Did the star sparkle with colors that made
people silently exclaim oh and awe?
In star stuck amazement the Shepherds left
their tasks to behold the Bethlehem star
Did the star shine like a beacon to light the way
to bring people safely home
In case I forgot to mention it got peoples attention
from near and far who wanted to get a closer look at
the Bethlehem Star
Did the constellations align in the shape of a mother and a child
making it a very rare sign that drew the Wise men from afar?
To the Baby Born that day the star lit the way for people to find him
What a unique invitation to every tribe in every nation
What a joyous birthday party invitation
Sometime later the star might had dimmed but for those who trust in Him the light is still shining today, there are pieces of that light shining in all the hearts of everyone he calls sons and daughters
The light still shines like a beacon for those who are seeking for Him
His invitation still stands today for every tribe and every nation
No need to RSVP, he will just meet you were you are if you will believe and except his invitation He is waiting for you to receive the free gift of Salvation that He already paid the price for, He is a friend like no other invite your sons and daughters and friends too
There is a celebration party with all the angels in Heaven when he welcomes us home
In Heaven there are many mansions He is preparing a place for you it does not matter if you are rich or poor He will receive you all
May the light of the Bethlehem star shine brightly not just on one day but all year through and every year after that for You
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
Taos Pueblo fashion designer Patricia Michaels returns to New York City for “Style Fashion Week NYC”on September 10th to present her latest 30 piece collection at aspecial RSVP eventat Hammerstein Ballroom, 311 West 34th St, Midtown Manhattan.
Michaels was a finalist on season 11 of the Lifetime reality TV show, “Project Runway”, and “Project Runway All-Stars”, gaining thousands of admirers as the media world followed her success along with an excited and proud Indian country.
Michaels will present her trademark PM Waterlily line and her latest collection for Spring/Summer 2017. Known for her use of Native-themed fabrics, hand painted or hand dyed, cut and fabricated at her Taos, New Mexico studio, Michaels says she is inspired by nature walks at Taos Pueblo among the trees, wildflowers and water plants, and “seeds” are important symbols of her designs and concepts.
The following description is from the website, speaking of the “Modern Native” who inspires and wears her designs. “Patricia Michaels...will have a few pieces for colder climates as her woman travels to regions where during the summer the climates tend to be cold. She is a world traveler so one may made need that special look to freshen her palette.”
Those living in or near the New York area that are interested in attending can visit toEventbrite to RSVP for the September 10 event. Seating is limited.
We wish Patricia Michaels and PM Waterlily success in New York City and beyond.
According to their site, Style Fashion Week, producer of globally recognized fashion events, provides top designers a world class platform to showcase their collections. Each year Style Fashion Week presents the season's must see shows, unforgettable performances and exclusive installations. Our expansive Style Marketplace immerses guests in fashion as well as art and design. Guests directly engage with brands throughout the week.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/backless-formal-dresses
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
In the corner next to the underpaid electricity
where no one wants to sit and reheat leftovers
admitting each bite taste better than the original,
hardly ready to walk down an isle of silver ware
but if I were I 'd pick the Waterford to match
during the reception I'll wear my glass as glasses
the shallow smiles will ask my dress to snake
as I crave the framed grace, the crisscrossed
napkins and two bites of the others peanut butter
truffle cheesecake, I'll hardly have to worry about
a thing, easy on the musty air my lungs won't
stop flexing this microphone everyone saw got
unplugged an hour ago and as the last couple
to enter will be the first to leave I'll eat a strawberry
to taste the sweetness of the moment
later I'll put my guard down long enough to side slip a
glance to the guest who walked around laces flapping,
shoulder tapping, fingers mapping with eyes stating
the impossibility of believing any of it
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 11:26 AM UTC
Save the date, the letter reads.
The date staring me in the face,
with the time right beside.
I remember our time, although
it was never dated, only stated.
My face gleams,
reflected in the gold embroidered letters.
The date and time leaving an impression.
The letters and words sinking in.
Permanently pressed.
The letter sealed two fates.
A celebration to connect two souls.
But no room for a third party,
at the party that is.
Guests will arrive with gifts,
setting them atop the table.
As I find room for my excess baggage.
Perfect gift to receive before the honeymoon.
In my eyes, not others.
As they approach and say,
“You ruined her day! Do you even care?”
And I reply, “I do.”
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 2:04 PM UTC
Glances from across the room louder than the music
louder than the bass that everyone is waiting drop.
Musical notes clamouring against the floor,
don't pick them up.
leave them there,
walk around them
on tip toe
in ballet slippered feet.
feather light or lead heavy.
veins of lightning.
forming vowel sounds with my mouth.
ooooooOooOOO
EEeeeee
i. i. i.
AHhhhhh
Sew me together with fingertips like the soft kiss of lemon drops,
coming up the stairwell
the warmth of wanting
the bite of yearning.
Flushed pink.
Pinched red.
Pricked purple.
Spaghetti mind of soft thoughts
turning hard and stale like cracked chapped candy cane lips.
Naked and waiting.
Scabbed mosquito bites that bled bright red.
OOoooowww.
Gimme a sec.
3-5 business days until rejection.
I'll keep you posted.
48 hours of maybe.
Lemme get back to you.
No RSVP
establishing a lack of certainty.
but but but
Re: Urgent: Plz Respond ASAP
But when?
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a little straight slip of a thing,
red, a quartier inch wide,
red, a quartier inch thin,
suggestive, inquisitive,
a political and philosophical,
lovely provocation to conjecture
as if it were a colored arrow,
pointing strangely down,
instead of up,
to the next handhold
on a rock climbing wall,
in this case,
handholds on a
woman's body
this way,
follow me,
to the barricades!
a tourist mapped-path to follow,
visit the glories of the republic,^
and the charming Quartier Latin!
entrap and entice,
the eyes willful blinded,
taken away to thoughtful solitary,
on-one-side-only,
does the
bra strap
conveniently,
consciously,
haphazardly,
(yes, that's it,
a hazard,)
invitingly, speaks to,
looks to me,
inquiring will you vote,
RSVP to red?
as if a line of lipstick on the body drawn,
the directive points,
this way, perhaps,
always, just perhaps,
this way tourist,
to the dome of the pantheon,
where the statutes
are the course,
or perhaps
disguised, well-placed, statuesque, (ha!),
improvised explosive devices,
purposely presented,
needy for a desired
psychological high impact detonation
If
that is its purpose
under heaven,
under sweater,
under halter,
under cutoff gym top,
under liberty,
to tempt and remove
the blindfold from the womanly scales of
under justice
to tilt him favorably one way
If
it, is theater,
I, the audience
then whatever is on stage,
(Ibsen's Doll House, ironie délicieuse)
is a failed distraction, naught to naughty,
to no avail,
his eyes fastened, stapled wide
to the quarter inch thin
red path
from her slender shoulder,
leading, stepping him ****** down to
his I-magination,
for which unknowingly,
he, ticket purchased,
months ago for
two hours and one intermission
He must go again,
the show was
superbly acted,
for so the reviews said,
Ibsen's play,
"an unremitting portrayal of the suffering of a women"
^republic ~ a state in which the power rests in the body,
of those entitled to vote, exercised by their representatives, their eyes, chosen directly by and for them.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
Reason you were invited: Nuance
Host of the party: Nuisance
Expectations: Prognosis - Nausea
RSVP: Diagnosis - See ya!
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
It occured to me that our senses aren't in sync.
I know now that I don't share the same sights as you, we hear what we want to hear, and
our sensitivity meter is subject to the matter.
Arguments are a dime a dozen, just pick a time and place, rsvp is fairly predictable.
I want you and you say the same.
Apologies aren't necessary if you tell me with your heart.
I traded a few hours in a hotel room and nights in the arms of a stranger, just to fill
that void of that love I convinced myself I'll never deserve, the love I have now.
Despite what people may say, I've never felt deserving or worthy enough for another human beings undivided love and attention but I still fight for it.
Making as many friends as possible in any setting I find myself in, striving for attention and acceptance is always one of my main priorities.
My life as always seemed like a never ending masquerade ball, I always hide behind my
mask. Which is how I like it most days. Keeping my secrets to myself, concealing my past, flaws, scars and thoughts that I can never seem to put into words. Exposing them could result in rejection and abandonment, the polar opposite of what I wish to obtain.
I just can't help but feeling so filthy, unwanted, lost, confused, indecisive but most importantly in love.
Baths in acid couldn't wipe away my scars, even after the skin stretched over my bones has melted away, finding my exposed heart there beneath my ribcage beating just for you.
I'm ready to show my face.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
11.16.07
friday
8:22 am
the invitation she feared came
in the mail yesterday
she knows now
he only sent it to try
& change her
mind
*You are cordially invited to attend
the marriage of--*
but she'll never tell him
"Its there if you change your mind."
she didn't bother
'cause around 6:30
that slip of paper
was on fire, dwindling to
ashes
on her balcony
carefully perched upon
her favorite bottle of wine
she'll send the RSVP back with
"will not attend"
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 8:23 PM UTC
Fight to the end
send the night round the bend.
An Invitation,
To all the arseholes of eternity
come fight right here alongside me and join the battle,write your MP see if he'll come too,the more the merrier to ferry the dead across the Styx.
I pick and mix the chicken gun and with carrot and stick see how they run,all a bit of madness,fun for some and for some not at all as they fall into insanity,spouting out profanities,words I've never heard before and I've heard many sworn.
One day the day before I'm born,nice and warm,another cell,one more division before I add up into hell,I never slept to well at all,just thought of being and the fall.
RSVP,
I'm waiting here to see who will arrive,who will survive,who will have madness in their eyes and we all know how fine that line becomes when playing chicken with the guns.
Bring a friend and he can join us round the bend,we're all going round it anyway,but I'm ahead of the game.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC
Is there a heaven
for someone as messed up as me
I hope pass my sins,
worries, and excuses
God will recognize the angel
that dwells within me
because hell is much to harsh
for such a delicate soul
I would not survive,
this I know.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
one of the most painful journeys
takes you to a destination you never intended to visit
you spend days engulfed in pictures and daydreams of bright colors and future memories
until one day you look up to a view so paralyzingly dull, not even your hope could see you through
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 8:32 PM UTC
Till Thee End (In The Name of Love)
I’m like those freaks on the street that keep babblin’,
but my pockets are deep and I keep round the world traveling,
stress out no doubt life’s a trip which is why we’re falling in love,
in too deep flying off the cliff from a Leap of Faith in the Name of Love,
free fallin’,
I hear Heaven calling,
out my name,
“Aaron, Aaron.”,
wake up,
the show’s almost over,
you’ve contributed so much,
we should grant you an Oscar,
stage of life we all play our parts,
your art is something I’m in love with,
falling over again all in ready to go,
over the edge as we free fall everything is slow mo,
motion like oceans of waves in to deep in the deep blue see we go,
the whole show we go like the most brilliant Star burning up the universe,
the brightest Black Hole like a night in the dark where we shine like day glow,
oh,
I know,
it’s all more than just a bit intense,
and that’s,
okay,
because we are Heaven Sent,
received an RSVP to Heaven,
and of course I said “Hell Yes!”,
over zealous,
with reasons for this,
I’ve got grown men that depend,
on my money as their salary,
in too deep,
in the deep blue see,
see I used to be a runaway,
ran away and was raised by the streets,
so this whole business life is a little new to me,
I mean,
the exact fact is I’m not having kid,
in fact I’m donating everything I own to charity,
and to Nature Conservatories I will hand over all my properties,
see I’ve got all the responsibility in the world,
just have to learn how to manage it properly,
I’m probably,
talking to much again,
but I’m sorry I’m not sorry,
because you’ll understand if you’re a true friend,
till The End,
I’m like those freaks on the street that keep babblin’,
but my pockets are deep and I keep round the world traveling,
stress out no doubt life’s a trip which is why we’re falling in love,
in too deep flying off the cliff from a Leap of Faith in the Name of Love,
till The End…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
new book available worldwide:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1548700746
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 7:21 PM UTC
You're here by cordially invited to my suicide
Please, RSVP to the homicide
Don't be late to the genocide
And make sure that you bring your own cyanide
I take the adrenochrome
And I realize
We are all the thoughts we chose to let out and our scrapped ideas that we could of been fly away
And now I'm left here with ***** thoughts and dishes
Dreams and wishes
Die from the inside
It's never easy
Dig me a shallow grave
Your regret is deep
A life might of been saved
The guilt is your's to keep
Caffeine, nicotine, THC, LSD it's all the same to me
They keep me going, going
Gone
Piercings and ashes
I can see the sun and the moon all at once
I know I'm guilty
Allow me if you will
Oh, what else can I do?
At least let me tie my own noose
-Tommy Johnson
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
The happiest day of my life
was the day I knew I was gonna die
sooner rather than later, this time.
Because I'd been dying all along
it was just nice to have a tentative date,
gave me some time to RSVP
And then I was fine, and just like that
the grave filled itself in, lonely again
and my skin was still just skin
So I drank up my life, like the hours and minutes
were chai tea with soy (no water, please), poured over ice
because I'm pretentious like that.
I'm a little sorry, that I'm not at all sorry
because not much has changed since my due date has passed
I haven't rotted away, but I'm not any fresher.
I just really like the way the stars look
now that I no longer know
what day I am.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
Invest all my assets in this stock.
Empty my pockets,
Take my pride.
All I want is a guarantee that you'll stay
And promise to love me.
RSVP for our future.
Look into a crystal ball
and tell me what you see.
Is it me and you - us?
Or is it me, you, and the sea still in between?
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC