"sheerly" poems
Real
you may think this is not true
but it is and if you disbelieve
well now start to think again
it started like this:
**I was walking downtown and was bored
I entered a bar and yelled to the bartender
"Get me a sheerly temple"
It wasn't alcohol but I liked them
I got my drink and sat down on a
circle bench and when I did a man about
6'2" blonde beach hair and a smile on his face
"Hi.I saw you walk in.Can't shoot whiskey?"He asked.
"I can I wanted something more normal.."I reply back.How did he have the rights to ask me that.How rude!
"I'm sorry your expression looks disturbed."He says.
"Sorry Mister I just don't know how you have rights to ask me if I can shoot whiskey.That Beach hair is somewhat personal,what if I couldn't cause if I did i'd die?"I say.He stares at my hair."Hot pink and green?Beautiful combination."He says."Okay thank you?"I say."No i'm being truthful."He says."Okay well maybe I like you."I say."Well I like you."He says."My name's Tiffany,call me Tiff."I say."Jacob,call me Jake."He says.**
We talk for hours then he kisses me.
Then he decides I'm dumping this girl
And that's how I got dumped for the first time.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
His heart of pleasantry games
in futility, his host so sheerly
a lion, in field of corn today.
Where he now host only his inkling of frost
now crossing his mane
as thanksgiving. That rain makes him clear
a king among her.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC
sky of oblivion darkness holds the image of you plainly
black on black but still sheerly visible
amidst the murderousness of this
everlasting night
your eyes are storms and your teeth are the
dark stars in the sky
little knives that i wish
could **** me
hair that falls effortlessly, gracing the perfection of your countenance -
a devil in your own right
you are my mistake
nocturne haze keeps me living
but your radioactive gaze
has left me in bones
a hollow man walking
into the blacknight horizon
where he would sprout wings of ash
and fly to you
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC
You're not the one at fault here, just merely pickin' up old lines
Middle of all this sheerly rotten, cold pride 'n' fear fibbin' some lies
You're not the reason I'm saying what I'm saying or even saying anything at all I'm just saying what's on my mind
That wasn't really that well timed, it was ill timed, remind me why, no
No way, just go, away, you are insane, and a disgrace
You replaced my behavior with that of a grenade
All you had to do was just pull the pin, in a well mannered way
"How have you been? Do you believe in sin?"
Oh Christ here we go, you're wearin' me thin, and we didn't even begin
yet! Here we are a-gain, pinchin' my back 'n' openin' me up like a clothes pin
Gee wiz, since when, did you, up'n, lay down, be-side, me 'n', crawl in, my skin
You ****** just, made me laugh my hardest
No doubt in my mind, this is the long-est time
I've ever felt this high!
'Cept nope, I'm down in the dumps
Not really down though, just going over visiting
"To grandmother's house we go!"
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
Théy would sheerly
Brush by your eyes
Whispering of secrets
Long held within
The dark veil of the sky
Saying of everything that is
Shades of cascading red
Would sing of your name
As shadows of your act
Elude to this work of art
Everything that is You
Silently floats within your presence
Only to be my everything
In your absence
Imprinting your essence
Within my being
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
you couldn't explain it to me?
this doesn't pertain to me?
i've been blown off for being ugly before,
and i've grown to accept that...
yet i've made it a point
to make up for everything internally
that i lack aesthetically
by being sheerly phenomenal
in every aspect within my control....
and i swear to you,
if you only gave it a chance to know
you'd be f*cking sorry forever
that you let this one go.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
i wish you didn't
exist
i wish someone with such a unique personality
was merely fiction
i wish that prepossessing face of yours
wasn't real
i wish i could
turn the handles of the clock
in reverse
so that i would've
never met you
why did you have to casually
saunter into my life
and fill me with felicity?
like it was nothing
like i was just another experience
and completely ignore me
and shut the door, our door
as if you were content with that
as if we were strangers again
i hate you
for making me
fall in love with you
sheerly, by being yourself
why couldn't you be
chicanery and lies
writing this makes me
want to talk to you
but at the same time
i want to ignore you
like you did to me
until the point
that i almost doubted
my very own existence
and i never thought that
i'd be doing this
because
i tried it once and failed
miserably
but this time
i'm determined
i will maim and forget
everything that you were once
worth to me
and the sad thing is
you probably won't even care
because there are so many
other people that adulate you
just like i do
you're probably used to
all of this doting
i should've known
before falling in
much too deep
into this dystopian nightmare
being in love
with someone that couldn't care
any less about you
makes you feel inexorably forlorn
and dense
and just worthless
so now i know what to do
i'll look back to this
every time you visit my reveries
i'm closing the doors
and they're going to stay shut
forever
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
Did it not hurt you,
when we were severed apart?
Maybe, just maybe, the word is true,
that you never wanted us to start.
I can feel us,
our friendship, gradually disintegrating,
into ashes and thin strips of rust,
until the denouement of deterioration.
You are now, sheerly, an unrequited montage,
as I accidentally utter your name.
An elusive and blurry mirage,
is all you shall remain.
But, I'll enjoy the ride,
while it lasts,
the conversations that have dried,
and memories of stained glass.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
With campaigns established
Accolades accomplished
An honourable life, taken to the max
Championed feats, of no small measure
A nation can treasure
Matters addressed with proficiency
The shaping of an era – equality
Realization of rights, project legacy
Impacting a wider communityRaise the bar, unsettled below
Challenging the status quo
Battles fought
With justice sought
Of leadership, seeking to serve
When forces merge
Mark the campaign
The present cannot remain the same
Confinement release
Establishing peace
Break the borders
Let indifference cease
A fight for freedom, oh justice prevail
Of strategic systems – show society
With due propriety
Of political accountability
The epitome of civility
Accrued insight
Of human rights
To lobby, to lead
With fairness proceed
Catalyst creation, positive change
Expansion of range
Of non discrimination
Heroic determination
A valuable service to the vulnerable
Outreach outstanding, by example lead
Contributed equation
To influence a nation
Of historical significance
Sheerly profound
With relevant reverence
A shining light of difference
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©️
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC
I will never forget
the time I finished doing a public
2 and a half hour reading
of my second book
“Lucid”
sweating shaky nervous
It is sheerly and purely
an inner dialogue
of my own inner
blackness and whiteness
arguing about what state
I am in
It is nothing to do with how
the audience constructs
or interprets the politics of race
A man taught to be caucasian
from a young age says,
“what about all the good things white people have done?”
A black woman in the front row
immediately turns to him
“This is not about that!
I am from Alabama
60 years old.
I have family members
I watched get lynched
family members that burned
in agony in churches
I cried tears on their bodies!
I felt the immense heat
from crosses burning on
my neighbors yards
we had to have patrols go out
armed
to protect our people.
I did not come here to hear
about whiteness
You can go anywhere for that
not here
this is what I need to hear
you want to hear about whiteness
you are in the wrong place"
She calmly looked at me and smiled
"Thank you so much for doing this here."
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC
If you look directly into the sun,
when it rises only midway above the branches.
When, if you look extensively, prolonged by the thought of blindness
I see you.
As if you shower me in your own radiance
though I know you only hypnotise me
as you do with them all.
Your warmth on minus levels
and your light after thunder.
Still has a capacity to sheerly strip me of senses
if you are there for too long.
Though they have always missed you when you hide,
we are told to protect ourselves from you burns.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC