"shinned" poems
When I was younger,
I wanted to be an artist.
I aspired to be someone
who made a difference,
like
Picaso or Vincent Van Gogh.
Someone who was remembered.
So like every little kid who has a dream,
I pursued it.
Saving up all the allowence I earned
In just 3 weeks
I had a total of $12.80.
Enough to fund the dream of a child.
I realized,
I loved drawing.
From the minute I picked up my
$2.50 pencil,
I knew my dream was going to come true;
Even if it started with doodles...
of flowers and stick people.
So eventually I grew up and I gave up that dream
of being an artist that makes a difference.
I gave up,
because I couldn't master drawing the perfect person.
I couldn't draw
how the persons eyes shinned when they saw the love of their life,
I couldn't capture
the beauty in the young girls smile
as she ran through the field of daisys towards her father,
who was coming home from war.
I realized that you can't capture the beauty and the memories
that someone holds
with a dream and a $2.50 pencil.
drawing // a.s.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
My words flowed from my mouth like a perfectly tuned faucet, as the bright spot light, shinned down on my off-set. The audience didn't object, to the imagery I painted. My stanza's killing to the page for dear life, waiting to be read right; from my eager lips -- sheets shifting, pages crumbling, stomaching rumbling, the audience attention's shifts - and my nightmare always ends like this.
A day dream, about me sharing my gift. The ability to uplift -- then finding my self in deep **** In the middle of reciting it. I keep relieving, and re-sighting it. All this doubt in my mind, I keep inviting it. That's why I instead of becoming a spoken word, I'll just keep writing it., because stage fright, is some frightening ****
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
The hens were sleeping
A crisp cool breeze was blowing
And the full moon shinned
The chicken snakes crept inside
To begin their feast
Then one of them fell in love
His cold evil heart
Was struck by Cupid's arrow
He licked the hen's beak
She awoke and fear overcame
The farmer heard screams
And all the chicken snakes fled
That is all but one
While trying to win her love
The farmer chopped his head off
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
When Peg laughs like Liz
deep woman-hearted laugh
eating beef jerky on Mesa Verde
the good hearts and smarts of women
come back to me, not guessing
any better than they at the time what love
meant, leaving them behind in sandstone time
going to my own cement, sandstone
or good mountain grave
having seen the sharp-shinned and sparrow
hawk flying and at rest, not at peace,
seeking prey from a ponderosa snag.
I left my woman behind to float
alone down the long canyon for feathers
and signs, she's making camp
the moon half full, the sun half high
sky full of planets birds and stars
I look up from the rocks
elements
housekeeping, thinking
love that's learned to love
from earlier loves
laughs remembered, heard
in the laugh of the woman who is my wife.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
Once she was called storm
her wrath was pure fury
yet cleansing and vital
her nature can be unforgiving
but she would always settle
At times her calm was just
an illusion
The eye of a systematic
cyclone
Once they called her raven
feeding on dead sheep
coercing with wolves
adorned in mystery
hidden behind her long black hair
whispering messages from the gods
Once they called her firefly
her interal beauty shinned in the darkness
although by day she looked rather average
by night her light was pure inspiration
and many tried to catch her as she passed
Many names
many places
many loves
many decievers
but even at her worst they rendered
her beautiful
she's "Too crazy to live,too rare to die."
And all aspects still live
in my heart and mind
a spirit that never dissipates
with time but morphs
into a new name or kind.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 12:20 PM UTC
Spring morning,
quiet. One coyote,
three deer
running in snow.
What else have I seen?
A sparrow hawk in mid-air ******
a robin, a sharp-shinned hawk catch
a rabbit in its talons.
A deaf mute in a pear tree.
Not one wolverine
in Utah or Italy.
Nor a famous samurai.
A young black bear
traverses the lawn in August.
Also quarks. Also oaks.
Do not disturb their progress!
A red fox
alert, no limp
flows silently
across the meadow.
First light, green tea.
A person thinking
epochs and eons.
A platoon of chickadees.
Jun 18, 2024
Jun 18, 2024 at 6:31 AM UTC
Am truly grateful for hosting you
In my life you lived like a superstar
More popular than the TV soaps.
In the Hollywood of my friends you shinned,
Before disaster was born to us
We made thousands of decisions
But Never was fate included.
Many had made glorious entries
But unbearable departure.
It was intended to love and never to hate
To have and never to loose.
What would you do if one morning
All joy turned to fear (dreams to past)
Hopes into sorrow
To chase so shortly
And gone too soon
I presumed I was preventive
But it happened; like death steals the living.
A disease undiagnosed
With no announcement to make.
Have got no more to chase
Cause the choice isn’t mine to make.
The beauty and fantasies
Now buried in disappointment .
Your face smiles with hatred and shame
………..Shalom to you
Who crippled the Love that I had
And washed my efforts to dust
Nothing left to protect
Rather all left to the blowing wind
To determine its direction and destiny.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC
She was a bright red rose in the field of dandelions
Reminding me there is no need for compliance
The shimmer of her petals drew people from afar
They shinned brighter than any evening star
For a ***** on the finger left them in fear
Why was she like this?
All alone
So afraid
That is when I got brave and came to her aid
Only to find she needed no upgrade
She was bright
She was brave
She was light
She forgave
And no one could take that away
She was a bright red rose in the field of dandelions
Reminding me there really is no need for compliance
Nov 15, 2023
Nov 15, 2023 at 9:52 AM UTC
The Letters Of My Name
A is the first letter of my name,
I belong in the Facebook hall of fame.
Laura is the girl made for me,
she is awesome and she would agree.
Living in the lap of luxury,
and we don't need to be wealthy.
Everyday is filled with light,
the sun has never shinned so bright.
Never felt this happy before,
my two kids, I so much adore.
Wheels in the sky keeps on turning,
the bed in our room is always burning.
I used to be one ****** dork,
people always stuck me with a fork.
Living large, I wish came easy,
most of my jokes are a bit cheesy.
Because of all of you, I stay strong,
no matter if I'm right or wrong.
Everyday is filled with sunshine,
life itself is its own punchline.
Rhyming words is all I know,
when aroused, a part of me will grow.
Thank you all for your support,
still don't know the difference,
between a pint and a quart.
I used all the letters in my name,
I hope this rhyme don't put me to shame.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 2:15 AM UTC
L LovelySmilez he nick named her because
O On her darkest days her smile shinned
V Very bright like sunshine ray's
E Even though she doubted her own natural beauty
L Laughing with her you'd realize
Y You'd fall for that naturally smiling cutie
S She with held the perfect smile you know the type that
M Made you smile thru your pain and her smile
I Incredibly would stay imbedded in your brain
L Little did she know that the impact of her smile and
E Even her unique energy she gives out will
Z Zap you from hundreds of miles
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 4:16 PM UTC
*actually, the only home i have are the muddy fields of belgium during world war i, or among the jews, but given the jews are settled, i guess i better daydream: i mean i never got the cultural imprint of the english idea of dating... put me in the Czech Republic and i'd be freely participating in ****** any day... this stiffening date-culture never appealed to me, it always felt like a divorce before a marriage: so no amorous fun with body but fun in making out in cordiality of being fully dressed and lapping palettes up with tongue rather than the ******** as if throwing a coconut at Robinson Crusoe? yes?! ah crap... point towards the Zulu clan, i just feel the need to strip naked.*
yeah, i believe in meow-meow land,
that's the country next to la-la-land...
where you're trying to sterilise
yourself in terms of organic
historicity and integrate yourself
in terms of inorganic sterilisation
via importing alien values to hush
the monogamy crescendo of failure.
with the irish telling you:
ain't no english...
and with scots you shout back:
there's no thing as to be treated impossible
whether in thought about or moved!
the irish want you to have a coarse
enough accent as them so you can be belittled...
i always favoured the scots, warm-hearted ********
and i too the first hairy-shinned trans-gender
kilt loving twirly girl of a music box
of cherry tree cheaply picked Muzak
for the thrills of shopping for cardigans and pineapples.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
And in the light
The darkness shinned within you.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
White Night Gown
I tell you the dude is crazy
he's out of his flippin' mind
why do you think he is here
he wanted his tennis shoes shinned
they hauled him in wearing a jacket with straps
babbling like a clown
so they registered him as a member here
and gave him this white night gown
twittering around here then there
yelling to no one it seems
ranting in cantations of ridiculous rhyme
spilling out Freudian dreams
sometimes whispering thoughts of lust
grabbing and pulling at his chest
puckering his lips like giving a kiss
his random waves of insanity crest
I'm warning you for this final time
there are villains in this town
not everyone knows about them you see
only the man in the white night gown
Gomer LePoet....
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
I never ask for anything
that I don’t need,
I never beg,
I never shout,
I never pout.
I’m like a bird
with no wings
or no rout.
Giving money,
giving clothes,
giving everything that’s around you
and the closest to you,
but far nowhere near
the thought of giving support.
The money,
the nickels,
the dimes,
all of what can’t replace time
is the opposite of believing
in a single soul.
My mindset and motivation
doesn’t always run on money,
it runs on belief
and that is what keeps my engine going
during the hard times
of the storms and the clouds.
When I’m finally ready,
I will be shinny
more than the sun
has ever shinned
in front of the crowds.
I never do ask for what I need
because God already gave me
all of what I needed
deep down in my soul,
my heart,
and all of what’s around me—
the roof over my head
and a beautiful women
to motivate me,
to keep my engine going,
and to fight for what will be
forever ours in the future
and for what all we have left
on this earth.
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC
I loved him
and was thorough washing out every dark hurt of his
Twisting him into stained glass
so he would burn colours when the sun hit him
I needed people to see his beauty just as I did
turning him into a place of worship I allowed him power-
with my utter reverence
Leaving when I was done
He burdened me by saying
"he yearned for someone who shinned just as bright"
My broken heart was beating with disbelief
after spending all my love trying to fix him
Leaving myself
full of broken down doors and water logged ceilings
I think I took it too far and I have nothing-
left to gain from holding onto you
Now creating my very own stained glass body
I'll paint in the lessons of this love
for the next person who comes in
I will not make you into something larger than legend
I will not lose myself to love you
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 10:53 PM UTC
Here in a conversation
Her face in your mind
Her name on your lips
But there is nothing to find
She hides a secret
Only that we know
She wont say a word
Wont let it show
You asked me once
You asked me twice
No more gambling for me
I'll roll the dice
I liked you can't you see?
I still do
She took that away from me
She took away you
I asked for a favor
A simple act of kindness
For her to watch out for you
Not take you in blindness
She let me believe everything
All the lies she told too
I'm still hurting from it
Are you?
Until this very moment
On this very day
I was scared to tell you
Scared you would walk away
But I have no more fear
I know what I must do
Say how I feel
And waht my heart feels is true
I still like you
I'm not even sure why
But when I think about it
It makes me want ot cry
Obviously I care about you
Your happiness and all
i'm going to try and forget
Everything that made me fall
The way we act when we're alone
Your body close to mine
And how you looked at me
The way your eyes shinned
I want it to be done
I want you out of my head
I second guess eveything you do
If only you caould have said
Said what you wanted
And what you wanted from me
That last night on the lake front
Where it went from us to we
I wont forget you
Not in a million years
but I'm done crying over you
You don't deserve my tears
Funny thing is
that you don't even know
How I'm writing this poem for you
And how it made me grow
I understand the reasons
I don't think you do
Because one day you will find her
The girl that completes you
Fall in love with her
Give her everything you can
Because one day she will be gone
You'll be left a lonely man
One day you'll see what I mean
My wish will come true
That we could have each other
I could've been with you
Don't know when it will happen
Or how long it will be
Maybe the universe will do it right
And make us a we
Goodnight and good day
I wish always for you
To hope you find someone to love
As much as I loved you.
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 11:07 AM UTC
powder in a rush catches your eye, seems to be an issue
on a roller coasting slope, slipping in the mud
let's arrange a contest with our fans to see who's brighter
you love the limelight, yes you do
no more tea on trays, someone's ego got shinned in
they're on bitter stilts
rides dry up and curfews throw back some
silence is a great peacemaker, learn to schedule a good cry in the shower
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
quench, drench,
the whole ******* wooden bench-
French
Fried tongue,
must clogged lung,
of the wine soaked skin
draped across a sweat shinned tanned muscular back
awwwww mmmmmm....
the sheer power crushes my civilized brain into a thick primal
lump.
of coal.
consisting of countless animals and plants
under pressure for millions of years-
now able to
COMBUST
like me,
burning continuously
for hours.
Days.
Years.
Ages.
Unaltered.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
I stayed up all night debating which color to paint your eyes,
I know the real ones are painted with nothing but lies,
But this is my own invention of the way they shinned when I first looked into them.
The rest of you was already painted in blue
And water colors to bring out your smile.
But the empty look that your lack of eye color created
Is the exact same way you look at me now,
Colorless and faded,
Just like your love for me.
Should I paint them red, the way my lips were the night you first kissed them
Or should I paint them black just the way you've left my mind?
The truth is, no matter how many times I paint your picture
I can never get it just right.
-E.R
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
I run my fastest
But I still get beat
I land on my head
When I should be on my feet
I try to move forward
But I am stuck in rewind
Why do I keep at it?
I won't be left behind
The harder I am thrown
The higher I bounce
I give it my all
And thats all that counts
In first place
I seldom ever find
So I push to the limit
I won't be left behind
Some people tell me I can't
Some say don't
Some simply give up
I reply, I won't
The power is here
Locked away in my mind
My perseverance is my excellence
I won't be left behind
Make the best of each moment
The future is soon the past
The more I tell myself this,
The less I come in last
Throughout my competition
I've learned what winning is about
A plain and clear lesson
Giving up is the easy way out
So every night before I go to bed
I hope in some way I have shinned
Tomorrow is a new day
And I won't be left behind
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
We don't have money.
We don't have time.
But we got miles. Plenty of miles
The stars shinned so bright
That I had to wear shades at night
The taste of happiness was so good
too good to be real.
Should we get out of here?
Let's make the night a little longer, because tomorrow won't bring good.
*Others try to trip me up,
but you,
you made me fall*
Baby, why won't you lie?
Your timing is just right
You're intertwined around my neck
Get the hell out here
Freezing inside out
Let's make the night a little longer, because tomorrow won't bring good
Ain't a little better than nothing?
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
I had a dream about us the other night
It wasn't one of lust...though I've had those as well.
But rather one of the simple pure truth
Of the loved shared between us two.
It was one of our future
Something I'd like to see someday soon.
We had our own little house to call our home
Filled with warmth and life
Not to mention a new little born.
The smiles on our faces, in this dream of mine
were one's from ear to ear,
paired with eyes that shinned.
The love between us two doesn't need words to explain
but is rather shone in our own little ways
of smiles and smirks.
Now I wake from this dream
Only to find that it is no dream at all,
But instead a life's path
Chosen by you and I.
The path isn't one of ease and grace
But instead on that will try to tear us down.
It will test our strength courage and love,
Try to pull us apart.
The path will forevermore remain one not of ease and grace
But it is also our journey.
Not just any journey either;
But the hardest one of all.
A journey of two soul mates,
Two halves to a whole,
Who have found each other.
Who wish no more to simply dream of a life together
But rather make our reality
Better than the dream.
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 3:36 AM UTC
My cat
Though small
Is a
Mighty hunter.
Often trophies
She left
On my door
From her nightly stalking.
A robin that
Will never fly
Trilling couplets
In cloud stained skies.
A mouse that will
Never scurry
In the wood-grain walls.
Chanting lays
About the stacking of
Heroic cheese.
On a dark night
When i heard
My cat’s claws
Scratching entry upon
The rude squared door.
“Let me in…”
The claws implored
“To the stone
Hewn hearth
Where the wisp
Of a flame does crackle.
Where a bowl
Of warm milk
Waits for me
To pay for my cat chores…”
“Enough my cat”
i am simple
Imagine my surprise
As i open my door.
To find the moon
Shriveled on my
Porches threshold.
The moon
With two
Auspicious bite marks
on it corners.
The moon
Belongs to everyone
Luckily i had
Some bandages
And dandelion oil
To clean and wrap
The poor moon wounds.
The moon sang to me
In this blessed fortnight
Of times in deep history
Before the bards.
When she shinned
Above the lands of man.
Like ghostly jewel among the stars.
Before the woods
Had written elegies
in leaf of their limbs.
Before fire deluge
Burned cracks in the walls
Leaving kiln marks
Upon the mountain castles
In the kingdoms of forgotten kings
And unknown peoples.
i nursed the moon
With tea of thousand wild flowers
And the dew that dripped
Upon the crimson skin
Of gleaming strawberries.
How the petals floated
On surface of my teacup.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC