"ruder" poems
I've never seen someone like you,
Who are you, an aborigine from perfect land...
You crush me down,
You tear me apart,
You break my confidence,
The more I try, the ruder you get.
The stronger you tear me down.
To err is human, but not so for you.
You think your perfect, well I'm sorry to prove you wrong.
Believe in perfection, try your hand at it first,
Then, and only then try your hand at others.
* Personalised and Improvised *
* Evolves to ones likeness *
* Reflects who you are *
* Father of practice *
* Efficient when a true friend *
* Creative and rewarding *
* Time consuming *
* Institution of creative minds *
* Openness to change and *
* Never devastating. *
Faith is mine, and uncertainty is yours.
Trust is from humans, disbelief for aborigines.
Love for the heart, hatred for the mind.
Completeness in all its goodness is mine,
Perfection with all its imperfection is for none but you.
We try and you wreck us down,
You try and we break apart.
Let nature take its own time and heal the wounds,
Caused by the imperfect perfectionist.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
Come to think of it, Garrison Keillor reads poetry like he'd feign be Bukowski or something.
(sonnets #MMMMMCCCXXXII and MMMMMCCCXXXIII)
I
Bukowski. If I'd known--and there must trail
Off seeking an excuse to bother hence
With aught. Nor should I have writ these his sense
Of our supposed age could acknowledge bail
For, since his voice kills any spirit's frail
Hope of existance, while he coughs from thence
To fiercely say the madness dictates whence
As chopped, clipped phrases whereby he'd prevail.
And Shelley, who saw further than now's poor
Horizon, said art veils her glass whilst through
The centries curs as ole Bukowski tour--
To vanish, sans a note. Yet here all who
Aspire think vile is tops, our work as twere
In vain and refuse. Cuz such never knew.
II
Lo, ****** Surrey, Wyatt, and aught hence
Who bowed themselves to Petrarch's mincing scale,
Yes, "polished our erst homely," ruder tale
Of lines and poetry, whose manners thence
Became refined thus as we yielded, whence
Far more rebelled than dared submit, t'assail
What set us 'part from beasts as if in frail
Excuse to cavil suited their intents.
He said the "mountaintop" was mine as twere
T'enjoy, but if I wanted friends maunt do,
As they all wallowed in the mud, each boor
Disgusted save by filthy scents. Sans clue
Of our high calling meant to raise th'obscure
Light for our fellow man, ye can't, who knew.
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
On the internet
I begin to fret
When I keep learning my worth
Like I have been since birth
This thing called online dating
Seems to give me my rating
The conversation is scripted
No matter how I've flipped it
I conjure a hello hell
When they answer
In the form of lol
They strike a ko
Once they type ****
And my skin starts to fry
When I read kthxbai
I'm left staring at a computer
Wishing I had been ruder
So I become jaded
And develop a slick approach
My patience has faded
And I start to think like a coach
Drawing x's and o's
To get people I chose
There are those that stalk
And those that balk
Some just want to talk
And it's never their fault
There are those that are mean
And those that are green
Some are just teens
All looking to be seen
I'm the watcher
Their profiles remain the same as days become the past
I'm the botcher
I either go too slow or too fast
So I stay perfectly still
And wait for my fill
I become a scavenger ravager
When winter comes I am savager
To those I consider mere passengers
Other vultures migrate south for the winter
I remain sedentary on a power line
Frost develops on my wings
I seek warmth to survive
I see a dying stallion laying in an empty field alone
I swoop in for the ****
My quest for survival becomes one of comfort
For the taste of the stud infatuates me
And my enthusiasm overwhelms me
As I eat through its exterior into its heart
I find its diminishing warmth unsatisfactory
But I'm caught in its rib cage
And what was once sustenance
Is now my blizzard prison
It's a big derision
Not flying through the air
But also not quite a pair
So I wait for a summer that may never show
My life lit by the computer screen's glow
Displaying faces of people I'll never know
My vulture's talons buried in desert snow
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 4:12 AM UTC
Hearts are chipping
mirrors are breaking,
roses are dying and
feelings are fading.
Reflections are moving
And tears are getting weater,
cries are getting louder
people are getting ruder.
Eyes getting weaker
pulse is getting lighter,
body getting colder
rumors getting older.
My heart getting darker
my life fading into dark,
my pulse is going slower
my body getting so cold.
The light getting brighter
my eyes opening,
my body warm and
my life is no more.
People gathering
to see the new arrival,
no more tears to shed
no more heart breaks
no more rumors, no more lies
I am free to live without disguise
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
There was an Old Person of Buda,
Whose conduct grew ruder and ruder;
Till at last, with a hammer,
They silenced his clamour,
By smashing that Person of Buda.
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She was bad *** fat *** roller derby girl, consuming everything, even her world.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 8:24 AM UTC
Reality an unwelcome intruder
bills, what could be ruder
want to stay in a place of illusion
facts cause too much confusion
don’t tell me the truth, tell me what I want to hear
of flattery and guise I have no fear
I live in a world of my creation
can say, I’ll never move, with no hesitation
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
Some Youth Are SO RUDE ... !!!
Their Language Is ... Crude ... !!!
and Most Have A PROBLEM ...
The Problem Is ... YOU ... !!!
If You Are Like Me ...
and Won't Take Abuse ...
From Kids Who Walk Streets ...
With A ... BAD Attitude ... !!!
My Name AIN'T ... " B.A." ... !!!
and It AIN'T ... " Mr. T " ... !!!
But ...
Test Me With RUDENESS ...
and Then You Will See ...
That I Can Get ... BRUTAL ...
Just Like The ... " A Team " ... !!!!!
BRUTAL With ... "Tactics" ...
WITHOUT Prophylactics ... !!! ...
That's ... Just A Line ...
To Take Your Mind CAPTIVE ... !!!
My Words Are ... PROACTIVE ... !!!
To STOP All This MADNESS ... !!!
Young Kids Doing BADNESS ...
DEFINES The Word ... Sadness ... !!!
Sadness For MANY ...
When Mum's On The TELLY ...
With Tears In Her Eyes ...
cos' Her Child DIDN'T Die ... !!!
Her Child Was A ... " Victim " ...
of Kids On ... A Mission ...
To Rob and Then **** Him ... !!!!
And ...
Leave His Blood ... SPILLING ... !!!!!
That Story's ... Instilling ...
A GOOD Way of Living ... !!!
Young People ...
STOP KILLING ... !!!!!
and Learn To Be WILLING ...
To Do MORE ... FORGIVING ... !!!
and STOP ...
All This ... PILLING ... !!!
and STOP Taking Life ...
cos' Life Is For LIVING ... !!!!!
Rudeness ... IN VIEW ...
Can ..................................................... Isolate ................... "You" ........................................ !!!
Cos' Very Few People ...
Like Youth Who Are RUDE ... !!!
These Words Are The TRUTH ... !!!
cos' Being ... "ALONE" ...
With ... NOWHERE To Move ... !!!
THIS Is Where RUDENESS ...
Is Bound To Get You ...
So ...
What Is The Point ... ?!?
and ... What Do You PROVE ... !?!
Forgive Me ... I SEE ...
Walking In ...
DEAD MENS' Shoes ... !!?!!
Just Watch An OLD Western ...
and See How They Do ...
There's ALWAYS A Gunman ...
FASTER Than ... YOU ... !!!!!
There's ALWAYS ... Somebody ...
Who's ... RUDER Than You ... !!!!!!!!
So .....
What Will You Do ... ?!?
When YOU Are ... "The Victim" ... !!!
........... Facing A Crew ............
Who NOW Are The Ones' ...
Pointing Fingers At YOU ... !!!!!!
That's One FINAL Thought ...
On Which You Should ... CHEW ...
REMEMBER My Comment ...
About ... DEAD MENS' Shoes ... !!!!!
A Life of GOOD VIBES ...
IS The Way To LIVE LIFE ... !!!!!!
These Words Hold The ... " Clues " ...
To AVOID ............................ Dead Mens' Shoes ... !!!
THUS ...
THIS Is My View ...
Shoes Are For WALKING ... !!!
So That's What I DO ...
Try Doing It ... TOO ... !!! ...
Try Showing Some LOVE ...
To Those Who LOVE YOU ...
and REMEMBER These Words ...
There's ...
NO NEED To Be ....
...... " Rude " ......
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
Fair ship, that from the Italian shore
Sailest the placid ocean-plains
With my lost Arthur's loved remains,
Spread thy full wings, and waft him o'er.
So draw him home to those that mourn
In vain; a favourable speed
Ruffle thy mirror'd mast, and lead
Thro' prosperous floods his holy urn.
All night no ruder air perplex
Thy sliding keel, till Phosphor, bright
As our pure love, thro' early light
Shall glimmer on the dewy decks.
Sphere all your lights around, above;
Sleep, gentle heavens, before the prow;
Sleep, gentle winds, as he sleeps now,
My friend, the brother of my love;
My Arthur, whom I shall not see
Till all my widow'd race be run;
Dear as the mother to the son,
More than my brothers are to me.
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"Never heard her speak
aloud like this"
her father said.
"Don't expect any answers"
ten pairs of eyes
looking daggers at her
in her college
implied.
teachers only award grades
never allow themselves
to be graded.
Ÿou are a breeze--yes, my girl
but keep your mouth shut.
and get appreciated that way
you remain nice, we'll patronize,
it's plain and simple, this works everywhere.
Bit by bit they were teaching her
the way this world functions
"Don't expect an answer "
he said in a voice, ruder than that
she has never heard--what a change!
she watched with bated breath
him walking away briskly
flowers never came again.
all of them stood around her
with inscrutable expressions
on their faces.Strange
she thought, this can't happen
time doesn't converge like this
in a bleak white cell
is it here all ********
wish for a happy communion
with a frail hapless girl
without even taking in to
consideration, she is sick?
sick, sick, sick, like hell
to the core...
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
general t'so what the fuck's this meat made of?
the fluorescent room gleans
off the sheen of fake food,
***** this weak pay stub,
this buffet too
and living off food court food.
hors derves served to
a bunch of augustus gloops
who'll soon sport tubes.
I hope the line short fuses.
I'll be giggling,
at these wiggling
greedy,
feeding
frenzies
still feeling empty
with stomachs of drains
they feign being friendly
not a morsel of moral thought,
their brain's busy picking
food from the troth
pointing with pickeled pig feet
ruder than all hell
marvelously stinky
laid back in booths
soothing their sweet tooths
mouths oozing drool
drippin onto bibs
turning solids into goo
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
"man kan, hvad man vil"
det sagde du selv
da du tog mit hjerte i dine lune hænder
efter 6 måneder i den evige
kulde
du og jeg
dig og mig
vi er så meget
men lige nu, er vi ingenting
længsel er vores drivkraft
kærligheden er skrøbelig
og vi skal passe på
så vi ikke knuser den
igen
lad os prøve igen
lad os elske igen
det føles som gamle dage
når dine øjne smiler til mig
og minder mig om
hvorfor jeg hoppede i det blå hav
de består af
til at starte med
lygtepælens skær krammer
din mørkegrønne bil
med duggede ruder
fordi vi trækker vejret istedet for at
snakke
jeg forsvinder i
lyserøde skyer
når du fortæller mig
at du har savnet mig
inden du trækker i mit halstørklæde
for at lade vores læber mødes
jeg ser ikke andet
end hvad vi kunne blive
du og jeg
dig og mig
igen
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
Jeg sidder i et lyst ***
På gulvet ses refleksionerne af solens lys, som stråler i gennem vinduet, bestående af to glasruder.
Det er morgen, og vinduets ruder er stadig kølige.
Jeg vil huske den kolde fornemmelse i mine håndflader, når jeg tager min hånd hen til din varme kind
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
we watched the sun spill the sky ******
and we painted pictures in the sand.
we watched the ocean i so feared wash the shells
a different color, ruder and ruddier than before,
duller with each passing wave
like blue jeans in the wash
or hearts on a string.
you were the moon, pulling me on and pushing me back,
and i was the sun, laughing at you.
we ran barefoot over reefs and rainclouds,
never minding that we tattered the hems of our pants,
and i had to remind you that there are still stars in daytime.
we watched white-black clouds over pink-and-purple skies
and we laughed to see the birds just wheeling.
we watched the ocean i so feared wash the shells
a different color, brighter and righter than they were before,
lovelier with each passing wave,
like stars in the night,
or hearts on a string.
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 6:07 PM UTC
jeg købte gule tulipaner, der stod og åndede
frost, og lagde sig som et tykt lag af dug mod
beskidte ruder
de var på tilbud i det lokale supermarked
vidste ikke længere, hvem jeg skulle forære
dem til, men det var rart at være i besiddelse
af noget, der var mere håbløst
end jeg selv
noget, der var skrøbeligere
end mit sind
så jeg satte dem ikke i vand, da jeg formede dem
ned i en transparent vase i køkkenruden
ventede på, de ville visne
dø af sult
ventede på de ville skille sig ad
dø af ensomhed
lovede mig selv at holde lige så længe
som dem
stoppede et par dage senere med at drømme,
og begyndte at lukke øjnene i,
når jeg krydsede veje
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
Gennem fedtede ruder
skyernes nuancer skifter
De er kommet indenfor
Ind under dynen
Der er ingen originaler
De viser os kun kopierne
Skærmen flimrer
vi nærmer os det sorte hul
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
They'd sit around drinking beers,
talking about **** and ***
the things they were going to do,
this and that,
some really lewd
& the more they consumed,
the ruder it got.
I was mainly quiet,
usually just asked for another.
It was times like that,
times when us boys
sat around and got drunk
thinking about women
& I hated being a dude.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
a black mass
grows at the base of my spine,
venom dancing along the vertebrates,
spreading to my brain,
rotting the pink ***** into a pile of mush
held together
by the glued fusion
of my skull.
swallow my hate like a thick, vile tonic
that slides down the throat,
slowly killing you from the inside out.
love is much too tender a
thing for my hollow
walnut shell heart.
and i, i am not tender enough for it.
i am made for far ruder,
rougher things.
i can never be a saint
for saints never burn as i do.
in the depths of my despair,
strike the anvil of my blood
and hear me scream.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 6:30 AM UTC
have you ever heard somebody saying: "teenagers today are ruder, more violent and so much hornier than we were."
i don't think so. it's not like that. most grown-ups have forgotten over the years what they did and how they acted out.
we surely have a lot of vivid memories about our youth. but our feelings of teenage experience disappeared.
history repeats itself.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
Jeg har et mosaikhjerte
bestående af tusinde små stykker
der ikke passer sammen
Og ham, som skal prøve
at få dem alle til at gå op,
ender som regel med at skære sig
på kanterne
Så gør dig endelig ikke den ulejlighed
det er, at forsøge
Det er bare mig
og mine rødvinslæber
endnu alene
bag duggede ruder
For jeg snakker i toner
og du har aldrig lært
at aflæse noder
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
GETTING AWAY WITH IT
I give my self the
slip &
slipping into sleep
open the door of a dream
escape the dark
the monsters
jampacked under the bed
the dog's bark
fields away
the moon lighting up
my little room.
The monsters...furious!
"Damn!' they growl ****
Although they growled
something a lot cruder...ruder.
"He got away again!"
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
Like a mock mindless
In a ruder of noise,
Scattering howling
Among the dice, whatever screens it from the blossoming.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 7:39 AM UTC
The days went by as if in slow motion.
All I could think about was her face and the way it looked when she saw me.
She looked like a small frightened child even at the age of 27.
The love of my life walked out the door so long ago.
But it's not that big of a problem for me.
Half the time I don't remember anything anyway and the other half that I remember I soon forget once the "stuff" kicks in.
And yet even after the "stuff" kicks in, her face still plagues me and I can't seem to get the image out of my mind.
Sitting in the yard one day I suddenly feel a tap on my shoulder and look up to see the nurse.
She says to me, "Dear, you have a visitor."
That's odd. I don't ever receive visitors...or do I?
The nurse steps aside to reveal a beautiful woman who looks like she's in her mid to late thirties.
"Hello.,"she says to me.
"Umm hello? Do I know you?" I say back sounding ruder than I meant to.
"You don't remember me?" she asks.
Then the nurse cuts in with, "He probably won't remember you because they have him on a lot of medication."
"Oh I see," the beautiful woman says.
With that she turns and walks away.
I'm sitting in awe because I feel as if I know her although I can't place her.
The way her hips sway as she walks, her deep blue eyes, the auburn locks that keep falling on her face...
She feels familiar and yet I cannot place her.
Maybe tomorrow I'll remember.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC