"schemed" poems
Throughout our marriage,
I wanted to please one man, you.
It broke my heart in more ways than two,
When i found out it was different for you.
You got pleasure from me, so you say
But dreamed and schemed to get what she and all the others can give you, even if you'll have to pay.
A favor you could grant,
A simple chore, a lift , perhaps to start.
Then what?
Gifts?
Bags, shoes and all.
A car, a house et al.
Who knows what else your lust might demand from you.
You didn't realize that as you gave,
You lost.
You gave her your eyes,
You lost my trust.
You gave of your time,
You lost our peace.
You gave her a piece of your heart,
You lost mine that you vowed never to part.
All for what?
For a night.
For pleasure.
For lust.
I have obviously failed you,
Did it ever cross your mind that if you'd had her, you might've failed her too?
All throughout our marriage,
I wanted to please one man, you.
Now i wonder, could there be another man who could please me too?
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
I asked the Lord that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek, more earnestly, His face.
‘Twas He who taught me thus to pray,
And He, I trust, has answered prayer!
But it has been in such a way,
As almost drove me to despair.
I hoped that in some favored hour,
At once He’d answer my request;
And by His love’s constraining pow’r,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
Instead of this, He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry pow’rs of hell
Assault my soul in every part.
Yea more, with His own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.
Lord, why is this, I trembling cried,
Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?
“‘Tis in this way, the Lord replied,
I answer prayer for grace and faith.
These inward trials I employ,
From self, and pride, to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthly joy,
That thou may’st find thy all in Me.”
~ John Newton (1725-1807)
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC
There was once a family of slugs
That lived in a cabbage patch town
They went out everynite to eat
Found a cabbage and began to munch down
All through the night they could reduce
A cabbage to a stalk in the ground
All night they would munch and munch
But you would never hear then , nary a sound
But Mrs. H was becoming fed up
Her patch was the proudest around
With malace , blood red , she schemed
She vowed to eliminate all those clowns
She purchased the best poison they had
She tried every trick she had read
But the slugs just kept on coming
Every night, long after it was bed
Then a local wino for he said
Out of the garden he could take
These inconsiderate gluttonous
Stylommatophora Pulmonates
So he began by opening a beer
Placing some into a sphere
Putting them by each cabbage head , he said
"This will make those slugs disappear"
But by morning the cabbage was gone
Worse yet so was the beer and
If you looked even more closely tiny signs saying , "Next time make it import you here !"
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
the snow swirled around
like the carousel of her dreams
unmentionable
attainable
covered in frost
dusty frost
and all she needed was a hammer
to crack open the frightening lock
but she giggled
and her friend giggled
and the snow swirled ‘round
and they found themselves buried
gone
but they could see more
for what surrounded them was
transparency
clear as beaming sunlight
sunlight that shone light on their cheeks
and snow that filled their throats
with pain
under a lactating sunset
and the snow and the snow and the snow
which grew
which perspired
which hardened
which schemed
which never
ever
melted
so that deer tongues--
those sweet animals--
were the only products of fruitless searches
that locked the friends
together
under the brilliance of a muzzled rainbow
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
I've never been so good at rhyming
The words just wouldn't come to me
Matching words with matching feelings
Sometimes feels forced or schemed.
But for you I want to try
You make me feel like I could fly
To be anywhere you are today
Knowing this feeling will always stay...
Knowing you'll always love me
I used to be afraid of change
And at times it still seems daunting
But I know life can't always stay the same
If it did I'd never have found you...
And it hasn't always been easy for me
To talk or sing or write about how I feel
It's something that I've been working on
So this relationship will stay strong...
Because you make me want to try
You make me feel like I could fly
To be anywhere you are today
Knowing this feeling will always stay...
Knowing you'll always love me
But knowing is not always so simple
There are fights and hurt and anger all around
And times when I just want to throw you on the ground
And times when I wonder what to do...
But that's just a part of life
You and me we can't deny
That love isn't something you get
It's something you try, try, try for...
And for you I want to try
You make me feel like I can touch the sky
To be anywhere you are today
Knowing this feeling will always stay...
Knowing you'll always love me
And I will always love you too.
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 4:39 PM UTC
I remember her from way back. Teasing me, bending back. Gave me a curious look; looking back. She teased me, I teased her; she needed me; I needed her back. She was a naughty girl, her mind one track. Orchid: tattoo, the vine crawling up her side: Lil Red Devil, on the small of her back. Red hair up their, the curtains match; but it’s more like a flame, cause I asked her to shave it like that: burning passion; she smirked when I named it like that. Her fantasies, always seem to be schemed like that. Feisty little thing, hope she keeps it up like that. Even in my dreams, the memories, keep coming back: Her pale skin; looks better covered in black. My ink dripping, in between her white lines; I hope this imagery is blew your mind. Better in person; words just can’t describe. Something about her eyes; the feeling the vibes. Looking at me from the outside, feeling what’s inside- the connection so real; emotions impossible to hide. Started out as just *** ended up with me needing to be inside.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
Always chasing happiness
Seldom to stick around
Summer--it's too hot
Winter--it's too cold
Childhood--it's too long
Adulthood--it's too short and hectic
My aching brain can go in feverish circles
Longing, trying to find if happiness really exists
Or it just gives up in complacent surrender
Growing numb with doubt that it ever was real
After all, I belong to a society
That thinks we are forever entitled to happiness
Every minute of every day
But happiness isn't over there somewhere
Nor is it this or that thing that can be gone tomorrow
Too often becoming what really did not make us happy anyhow
Surely, happiness was never designed to heed all our demands
Never to be controlled or schemed
No, happiness is a journey of the soul
The ability to receive and to give love and kindness
It's discovery when you think you have nothing else to learn
It's letting go of the stones to throw
Not an easy road, for sure...but worth it
It's discovering what you can do verses what you cannot
It's connecting to a sloppy, messy world
And not expecting its perfection in order to live in it
It's the Divine touch beyond your limited comprehension
It's connecting and reconnecting with yourself
And being at peace with the being that you are
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
You should hear Her speak of the time
When love had struck Her, left Her blind;
The intuition in Her breast
Was left ignored with just one request:
“Please, love with care (with no hate);
This may prepare you for your fate.”
Then, a One-Eyed-Monster dared to peep
At this starry-eyed Girl with a soul still asleep.
The Monster's nature, as it strove with pleasure,
Pleased Its infinite fervor, which nothing could measure,
As It Schemed, and found, and mostly destroyed
Her love-struck spirit that It yearned to employ.
These reckless hits made by this Daring Dart,
Un-mended the Girl from Rosebud to Heart.
Not believing all the Monster said,
The Girl sought the truth, but found it with dread.
Upon seeing this Monster's very bright colors,
She drowned in sorrow, but refused another
Hit by this Dart, as It still carelessly slaughters
Other Hearts, like Its future Daughter’s.
And then came a time, much later in life,
When the Girl understood love’s unending strife.
Many One-Eyed-Monsters, She now bears in mind,
Aspire to love, but still cannot find
The passion They hunt for and ache to sway,
Because they zip Themselves up when love comes Their way.
Confusion They feel, and this does not die;
But, what can They see with only one eye?
These perilous passings on love’s sojourn
The Girl does not dwell on, nor does She mourn.
Instead, She has found new ways to see
Love’s ultimate beauty, unexpectedly:
A journey enGENDERED with Ladies of taste,
Where only Her own *** can love back without hate.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
Seriously??
You're seriously bringing that up now??
After everything you've put us through,
You're going to hold this over my head
Right now??
I can't believe this.
I knew you were childish
But this is reaching new lows
Even for you.
I mean,
Who brings up a mistake I made
Ten years ago when I was legitimately a kid.
I mean,
Who doesn't forgive a child
For not knowing any better
And messing up huge that one time.
But you never were one who fought fair.
You used every ***** trick not in the book
And then some.
You
Lied,
Manipulated,
Schemed,
Guilted,
Violated,
Demanded,
Demeaned,
Degraded,
Beat,
Beat,
Beat,
Me into the ground
Until I believed that
I was shorter than Thumbelina,
And responsible for all the chaos in your life.
Blinded by childish hero worship,
I trusted you when you told me
I was the reason things weren't working out.
But the child is not responsible
For the failed marriage of her parents.
The child is not responsible
For her parents' lack of communication.
The child is not responsible.
But you're still living like I am.
So I'm not gonna take this anymore.
I'm not gonna sit here, stand here, stay here,
And listen to your convoluted messed up reality.
I've got my own life to live.
My own memories to make.
My own mistakes to learn from.
My own family to find and have and raise.
And I sure as hell don't need
Someone like you coming back in
And telling me I'm less than I really am,
Cause the truth is, Mom,
I'm a lot more than you'll ever be.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
All’s quiet and
still,
sky’s pregnant with
snow;
every flake, a lake
of ice—
every footstep, a false
echo;
the moon
beamed
upon the frozen
few,
the streetlamp
schemed,
and begged me
to kiss you.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
Bonnie squeals as the cart soars past various boxes of cereals and granola bars. She glances at her brother, Clyde, expecting him to share her fright, but is bewildered to see that he is thrashing about in a fit of giggles, enjoying the thrill of the ride. Knuckles white as snow, Bonnie's frail little fingers grasp the side of the red cart with all of their might as her eyes clamp shut. Her heart beats faster than the speed of light, and she questions her motives for agreeing to Clyde's devilish ways.
She reminisces on their earlier arrival at the Local Target. They had come with their mother, planning to do a little grocery shopping and then be on their way. Of course, Clyde had schemed up a way to stray from his mother's side unnoticed. Bonnie still can't fathom how he managed to drag her down with him.
Cautiously, wind whipping through her hair, Bonnie peaks one eye open and instantly regrets it. She let's out an ear - piercing howl as the cart thrusts into a mountain of PopTart boxes large enough to be deemed the Empire State Building's father. She crawls out of the heap only to be met by an eruption of heartfelt laughter spewing from her brother's mocking lips. "You should have seen your face!" Clyde teases as Bonnie sends daggers through his skull.
The two troublemakers step out of the cart and attempt to retrace the way back to their mother. Devastated, they come to the conclusion that the aisles now resemble a maze. As they confidently take on this new challenge and make their way through the unknown, their spirits quickly take a downward spiral upon realizing that they have ended up back where they began. Tired and desperately longing to go home, the two siblings reach a clearing past the aisles and are overjoyed to spy their mother waiting patiently in line at a register with a new cart in hand.
Bonnie and Clyde casually lazy on over to their mother's side and make light conversation as if they had never left.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
They stared down that fruit
ravenously as junkies
seeking their next fix.
Days they spent
cleverly concealed
high in the banyan boughs
by the jungle home.
Monkey spies peered longingly,
slavering over the scrumptious cornucopia
of fruity delight,
so close.
They watched the white man
devour whole pigs three times
daily. When he ate
he feasted.
This gluttonous absurdity shall last no longer,
claimed the monkey chieftain.
Clang clang, rang the war bells,
and primate warriors gathered,
plotting a master plan,
the "Fruit Bowl Coup."
Gangsters conniving their next hit,
the monkeys schemed day and night.
The fruit shall be ours at last!
The white man's snores rumbled
after lunch. He dazed
in a satiated stupor.
With vine ropes and a leafy gag,
the monkeys stormed in.
A score tied him down,
muffled his pitiful squeaks.
The rest raided,
took siege over the kitchen,
plundering pirates.
They filled their cheeks
and hands with fruit,
then brought their *****
back to the tribe.
They feasted for days
and the white man cried.
Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 11:23 PM UTC
You look down on me from supposed heights.
You think yourself the world's axis.
You exercise control at every chance.
You spy on me like a vulture,
waiting for a chance to feast upon my carcass.
You think I don't notice.
Tinted windows hide not identity!
You will lose this game you play,
for no one plays it, but you.
I will continue, regardless of you
for in my world, you do not matter.
The things you do are inconsequential
My mission calls me higher.
Stay in the world you've schemed yourself
I had evaluated you as an equal,
how far did discernment deceive.
I name you
not even worthy enough
to be named
my nemesis
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
A--lways willing to exhibit; a smile that graciously blesses.
M--aking sure to contribute; to the removal of all stresses.
A--dorable as she begins to awaken; so thankful for a new day.
K--indness was never forsaken; as she always remembers to pray.
A--wesome is the route she chose; and it is being gloriously redeemed.
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I--ntimately she does compose; rebuking all who notoriously schemed.
M--anifesting her faith chances; to become her very best.
A--lluring as she glances; such a wondrous treasure chest.
N--oticed using her gifts; to encourage whomever she meets.
A--nointed spirit uplifts; peers & friends she greets.
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N--ever too busy to hug; or embrace someone in need.
K--ept thoughts of a Persian rug; she goes where writing does lead.
O--asis of social concern; is so divinely respected.
S--acred fires within her burn; as she and GOD have connected.
A--ngel is in her season; greater success enters her hands.
Z--ealous of GOD for a Holy reason; aligning with His commands.
A--dapting to His Will and His Way; so as to find her purest joy.
N--ot able to be still on her born day; a vibrance nothing can destroy.
A--ppreciative of these 24 hours; honored by the Lord for her new year.
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cake,..cards,..ice cream & flowers; are nice,..but excited for GOD to make her pathway clear.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
There was something about her
That made memories linger
But I remember her in bits
How she fuddled with her fingers
And how a glance from her
Was like recieving a hug in an envelope
There was a sparkle in her eyes
Just a bit hope
She had a sly smirk
Whenever she schemed
She found happiness where ever it lurked
Even in the saddest dreams
She saw how every detail is perfect
Or so it seemed
She was a complete mess
And justified it
When she confessed
That chaos is beauty
But lacked to see her own loveliness
Her image was disproportionate
She couldn't even fathom
That the way her way of life
Had so much value and passion
It created an effect of inspiration
To any one she spoke
And she couldn't believe
How much she meant to me
I guess she just didn't know
That there was something about her
That made her glow.
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC
I am here today, but i may not be tomorrow - a hitchhiker i picked up somewhere between Bennington and Marlboro Vermont
The library at Packer's Corners had
the smell of damp and old
as a lush august climbed the faded
wide wooden planks outside
and we schemed our
nightly dinner theatre performances.
The gang congregated disorderly
across the rocky garden before the (stage) barn,
plates and carafes of wine, rapt in the play.
Marti, a painter with knobby hands, salt and pepper hair,
the face of a sage and a speech impediment;
Veranda must have been a muse with her sharp
bohemian features and sleek black bob,
smelling of rosemary and musky Parisian perfume;
Oona, so young and stormy crashed about
those mountains in moods as protean
as Vermont weather and jeans
that were more holes than fabric;
Cootie, in his black goatee and the scent of
cooking oils under his mottled and freckled skin
would squint through the bugs and heat wave haze
to Marco on the pitcher's mound
scuffing his mortorcycle boots into the
sandy tan soil riddled with stones and
laughing with the reckless abandon that
waters the eyes with antifreeze for the soul
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
while I sat pondering in my own garden
the moon's silent silver rays called upon me
a voice in the breeze danced among tall grass
whispering and urging me to play
I lay back and let the willow wish me
*tickled
bemused
silenced*
I schemed a star streak across the sky
then many more after its first spark
it rained on me celestial crystals
all at once, the wishes of the my eternal youth
rushed forward in play and desire and dream
**play screamed
desire rolled
and dream gleamed**
I found myself uplifted in the dark blue sky
floating in your dream wave
tossed in your delightful currents
resting in your warm soul
if a fool ever crossed my path
a presence he'd never known or seen
it would be mine
before another's
that he'd bear
and indulge
before straying
*it's pulling
and pulling*
I breathe your fire
I burn in your gaze
I dance for you
oh don't you know
I dance for you
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
**Half past intermittent lunacy,
quarter to expectations in
restoration's consciousness &
brain filtered hullabaloo,
catching flies whilst passing time
it's all set in enigmatic mindset,
take a pill to swallow the moon
or sun yourself on a deserted isle
hardly matters the schemed schematics,
makes not one bit of difference
to the ravenous cuckoo clock**
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
Worry sets in when
I've no contribution
not already conceived
into sweeter fruition
by someone more clever
succinct and brunette
the picture of an artist
in suffering and debt
Hell, even when musing
on futility
the words lumber lacking
all fluidity
Meters much marked
Rhymes relentlessly schemed
Capering for couplets
as yet still undreamed
Why bother? I wonder
Why scribble along
and much melancholy
for one hopeful song?
Doubts in ascendance,
my pen digs the earth
to China if need be
and the end of poem's worth.
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC
I know it's a mask
I know it's a game
You're a liar
We are all liars
You pretend in front of the world
I know the real you
We're bitter rivals even until the end
We laugh and smile at the world masquerading our feud as trivial matter
However, behind closed doors it's an all out war!
The two halves of you are deliberately parted
If the world knew who you truly are and what you do
All memory of you would be instantly shamed and your good name would be tarnished - forever ruined
I know you; a girl with a humble start
You came from nothing
You've clawed, lied, cheated, and schemed
You've broken hearts and did damage
It's ok; we've all done it at some point in our lives
We are all despicable and wretched souls
You are Joan
I'm Bette
Our feud is so bitter, toxic, and complicated that its intangible yet pure palpable
I don't know how it all will end, all I know is this:
Golden rule of life: never underestimate your rivals.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
*As you gazed at me from afar
Secretly among the crowd
My core trembled with desire
In your eyes I schemed
My heart’s darkest quest
Your silent confess
And as my conscious surrendered
To my drunken soul
I sinfully wrote you
Candidly waiting to read you
Despair is in the longing
For the melody of your voice
Whispering to my lips
As we inhale our lust
As we exhale our guilt
To you. Out there.
by lou *
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
I hope you live life to fullest
The image you've always dreamed
Want your plans to work out for the best
If they differ from how you schemed
I pray you realize power you hold
Could fell mountains with one hand
When it counts the most
Do not hesitate to take a stand
I hope you find tranquility
Joy that you deserve
Sure your resilience will get you by
Each time world throws you a curve
If finding yourself in a state of frustration
Take moment to breathe and clear your head
Patience an essential component
Navigating the road ahead
You have integrity and a heart of gold
Two things will take you far
Don't ever doubt that you have the strength
To bounce back from even the deepest scar
If trying your hardest I know you'll triumph
Achieving the peace you desire
Remember when you're feeling your lowest
Forever you'll be someone I admire
Like how you surely speak your mind
If it's not what I want to hear
The way you never fail to strive for excellence
At home as well as in your career
It's time I tell you I am grateful
For constantly being there
From the bottom of my heart
Thanks for showing you care
I am happy for you and Cheyenne
Should be proud as hell
Having a woman who is not only beautiful
Intelligent as well
You both are lucky to have each other
Lean on through thick and thin
To each have an equal partner
Sees beneath surface of skin
I am certain you treat her right
Never let her go
It's rare to find your soul mate
If and when you do you know
So congratulations you lovebirds
Finally tying the knot
In the future if nothing else
At least you cherish each other a lot
So raise our glasses together
I declare another toast
Honor and celebrate Cheyenne and Michael
Couple we all love the most!
Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 1:14 AM UTC
She was only two years old…
And what a tragedy.
When she was bruised from head to toe,
And he was found, “Not Guilty.”
There were fingerprints on her face
And on her arms and legs.
Justice would not be done
No matter how hard I begged.
There was a bite mark on her arm
And a black bruise on her ear.
I can’t stand to think of it now
Even though it has been over a year.
The blame was on a small child
That my baby knew.
He covered and schemed his way out,
Or he was covering for someone who…
May have hurt her
But either way
I anger when I remember
How she looked that day.
The fingerprints on her bottom
Was not that of the one who was blamed.
A cover-up or done by him…
To me it’s just the same.
In my eyes, he’s just as guilty
If he’s covering for his love.
No justice on Earth has there been
But he’ll answer to the one above!
The fingerprints were the size of mine,
But questioned, they never were.
I feel so lost and confused.
My concerns are only for her.
Child abuse was dropped.
Negligence was never tried.
I remember that day and what I saw.
I felt as if I could die!
I never saw who or how.
She was gone for nine days.
Anger, frustration and the thoughts I had
Were worth nothing anyway.
I knew then, as I know now…
Revenge and anger brings no good.
They cause only more pain…
Even though I wish I could…
I can not say his name,
Nor can I others that may have been
Involved in her bruising and misfortune.
Is this a trial I cannot win?
I sit and worry every day
That soon he will show up.
Asking to see her again,
But I will not give up!
I have been advised to wait
For him to make the first move,
But I fear that it may be too late.
By then what could I prove?
I will never forget that day.
What she must have gone through.
Thank God she doesn’t remember
What happened when she was only two.
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 8:28 PM UTC