"sieze" poems
A delicate crimson rose endures
The snow and winds of winter's grasp
And closes up and wilts a while
Until Summer sun it finds at last
In this world of unrighteousness
Where brutes and ogres' egos roam
And selfishness abounds like weeds
She exists in shattered form
With silent seething disilusion
And saddened, unrequited love
Maddened by the unjust acts
of those who advertized their “love”
A vain and self-indulgent god
Did sieze himself her mind and oath
Presiding as the demons do
In hidden acts pronounced as gross
Enduring the madness of matriarchs
And the hostility of tribal gang
Where smiles of familial welcoming
Turned into savage, jealous fangs
Yet though the bitterness seeps through
And anger permeates her skin
Sweet dignity she still retains
And devotion stll resides within
Her adornment incorruptible
Her spirit mild and resolute
Did not return evil for evil
But stood and conquered it with good
Happy is she who has endured
And in mild subjection did remain
Showing honour to a painful degree
To bring honour to Jehovah's name
And though she stumbled in despair
Yet withstood for righteous sake
Her loyalty, the beast could not sever
Nor divine concsience could he break
For like the rose at winter's end
That bears a striking sharpened thorn
Her petals still are soft and pure
And her soul with beauty still adorned
For the righteous one who sees all things
And whose love she yet retains
Will never for eternity forget
The love she showed for his great name
And should she reach out and beseech
And trust his salvation once again
She would know with certainty
He has never let go her hand
(For my precious daughter, Cheryl, who has been to hell and back)
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
would I,
like to know
what, the world is thinking?
every individuals
original thought,
every hippies
high aspiration
and every radicals rebellious rave?
why yes,
yes i would.
beyond ALL practical desires.
would i, also like to know
how it is you mend a heart
that bleeds NOT body
but soul?
to sieze ones rustling memories
and understand the pain, accepting
ALL
and still stay sane?
why yes,
yes i most certainly would.
MY mind
it still does ponder.
IF,
you COULD know
the blue prints,
in which you were to follow,
would you fight
to stay on track?
rising up to every challenge
that falls along the way?
OR
would you choose
another path?
find peace, without predictions,
STRAY,
far of the beaten path
carve the wood, another way?
I
would like the knowledge
of one too many things.
STRIPPING life of all its wonders,
and THAT
my friend
is what MAKES me human.
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 12:42 AM UTC
I'm young and wild,
Adrenaline rushes through my vains
I have a roar that rattles a child,
That burns like eternal flames.
I vitiate a jungle with my rampant fever,
Rotate the world, the wrath of my paws,
My tyranny drowns all that preys the river,
My ambitions defy nature's doltish laws
My soul craves a sense of power
To roam freely whenever, wherever,
Let me sieze and live in this hour
Because no one is meant to live forever.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
Would it matter if the solid was ethereal?
Would it be real if eyes couldn't see?
Would it make sense if systems of knowledge didn't exist?
Would words have meaning if there was no language?
Would there be telepathy if silence was all there was?
Would there be colour if there was no light?
Would there be waves if there was no sound?
Would there be electricity if there wasn't magnetism?
Would the sky fall if you walked on your head?
Would you scale the underground bases if your feet could think?
Would worlds be dreamed by higher powers if thought wasn't?
Would reason breed perception if the beam of knowledge was narrow?
Would you understand if there was no essence?
Would you be if you weren't passed from a tether?
As you learn about the degrees of light, the frequencies, and leagues of the seas, the moment you sieze, time is lost and you are at a point of entirety
As you concoct the architecture and manipulation of all that is; you learn about the ladder, the prism of cycles, you learn about the source of all creation. You learn that you are connected to the essence of creation, you embody the tether, you connect as you climb up and down on the wisdom ladder.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
We have our allotment,
our bit and our share,
an instant, a moment,
it can seem so unfair.
I'm running and chasing,
I'm trying to subdue,
theres no way to stop it,
it can quickly allude.
It's often just wasted,
or squandered away,
and feel so eternal,
like a long lonely day.
The cost,
you can't buy it,
and it's easily misused,
It's treasured and priceless,
and can never be reused.
No matter,
how badly,
you try and hold on,
you can't even touch it,
then it's suddenly gone.
So just make the best,
and do what you can,
sieze every small moment,
in this very small span.
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 8:59 AM UTC
There are none so blind as those who will not see
A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country,
Let the cobbler stick to his last; the nearer the church
The further from God; speak the truth and shame the devil
Every bullet has a billet, curses like chickens come home to roost
Comparisons are odious we are light years of discretion away
A little tin god enough to make angels weep
Sitting on thorns telling **** and bull stories,
I'll sieze the nettle and foul my own nest
Straight from the shoulder the sinews of war
To smite hip and thigh cut to the bone playing
Merry with lotus-eaters an elephant never forgets
Pull devil, pull baker man proposes but God disposes
Theres nothing new under the sun
Pitchers have big ears and pride goes before the fall
Even a worm will turn as fine words
Butter no parsnips, still waters run deep
Physician, Heal thyself.
ELEETE J MUIR
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 6:30 AM UTC
Oh midnight muse of mine,
The clock ticks by, yet, seems frozen in time
Your gentle breath whispering thoughts of grand design
Pulsating softly, smoothly, and sanctuously in rhyme
"I think you can, I know you can, feel yourself shine
I think you can, I know you can, allow your dreams to align."
Just as the day's about to break my spiritual back
And I lay down to obsess about all that I lack,
We deeply connect through channels unknown
My inner self ignites, burning deep down to the bone
I feel a warmth entangle every inner part of me,
Those that said there is nothing I can have, do or be,
And when it grabs hold of these negativities,
They sieze and melt instantaneously.
What a wonder it is to watch your flame burn
Who knew, that by watching, I, too, would yearn
To fervently learn. A hunger for more begins to stir
Driving me, forcing me, inspiring these words.
Oh midnight muse of mine,
you release me from this box we call time
and, in this eternal and bliss-filled stasis,
Creativity, gratitude, and love are my basis
What a foundation to build upon, so strong and so true
On which I will build a bridge beaming towards you.
Though my eye lids flutter with ever increasing weight
I am gently pulled forward by the energy you eminate
Into a world where I am absolutely free
No shackles or lack pulls or binds this new me
Goodnight, midnight muse of mine
Shall we meet again? Same place? Same time?
I need not hear an answer for I feel it so loud
I will join you now behind this familiar dark shroud
My gentle breath whispering thoughts of grand design
Pulsating softly, smoothly, and sanctuously in rhyme
"I think I can, I know I can, feel myself shine
I think I can, I know I can, thanks to you, midnight muse of mine."
- BPW 12/24/2013
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
Just blinks of the universe on the skin of a pale blue dot
hovering at the edge of a swirling miasma of a myriad stars
We search for our place; let down by our lack of role in the grand scheme of existence
But only because we value ourselves too highly.
There is a beauty in the void; a renewal of spirit in acknowledging that we are not bound to a fate,
that we can go in any direction- that we may live our lives
without them simply being a test. There is no plan.
But who wants to live a planned life?
We search for the meaning that is not there to console ourselves in the cold reaches of the universe.
We find nothing- nothing but our own desperation.
We exist. Nothing more, nothing less than simple existence for us to interpret as we will.
That’s enough for me.
With this in mind, our lives- while still just phantasms fading from the skin of a pale blue dot
hovering at the edge of a swirling miasma of a myriad stars, gone before the universe’s eternity even begins to tick- have a purpose.
No longer are we bound to an eternity based on a mere shadow of a life, but now we can live! We can be free!
Our lives are ours to make what we will. To discover, explore, learn, to savour, to love… to leave the world better than we entered it, yet we do it not to please the cosmos but for our own enrichment. This is the significance of our lives.
Carpe diem, sieze the day: because it is one of the approximately 29 219 your being will ever have. Our minds are but the transient states of the universe, convening for a brief touch before going their separate ways- use that moment. It is all you are.
Let’s be reckless, do amazing and stupid things together for the brief cosmological second we share. Life flashes away as the universe’s heart mechanically beats.
Life is fleeting, we are sad, but there is nothing more than life- so let us live
Even though we are simply accidental spectres of thought on the skin of a pale blue dot
hovering at the edge of a swirling miasma of a myriad stars
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 11:19 AM UTC
Tired Sundays,
What a fun day,
Make believe,
To fulfill my need,
To be happy,
At peace,
And to sieze
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
I won't bite the hand that feeds me,
But I'll fight the man that bleeds me
Though the fear of him may sieze me
I won't let the terror freeze me
If we have a rightful reason
To commit an act of treason
Then I see no better season
To do more than put our pleas in
And so what if someone sees it?
Don't be quiet to appease it
To the system you don't matter
So be heard over the chatter
Can't you hear the summon pealing?
From the body comes the healing
Till the time of our releasing
Our resistance be increasing!
Apr 19, 2022
Apr 19, 2022 at 9:35 PM UTC
I will never be ok with Us
Your love will never be enough
The feelings all will fade away
And now it's time to sieze the day.
Your fickle words all run dry
Every lie can pass me by
Love is just a game to you
You say it, yes, but is it true?
You let me down times before
When you left me on the floor
My heart has crumbled up inside
But these feelings I will always hide.
Wishing I could have you here
But I know and truely fear
That you will never be the one
Never be my Golden Sun.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 2:40 AM UTC
Myself is as toxic as this cigarette
I'm breathing
But I'm still alive
So might as well keep breathing it
Inhaling it's glorious poison
Into my body
Cause I feel like I have no body
Even when everyone is around
All I hear is the silence between the sounds
It's a battle with endless rounds
I'm bruised and I keep taking these punches
I'm so deeply bruised
Can you stop this for one sec. !
But life doesn't stop for anyone
So I keep saying just this once
As an excuse for all the mistakes I've done
And from every problem I run
But it's a race that's never been won
I thank god for every breath I breathe
But I keep breathing this disease
help me please
Cause I'm empty
And the smoke fills me plenty
With sweet nothing
Such sweet nothing
I do truly believe
In the greatness I can sieze
But how can I pour out so much of me
When the the truth is I'm empty
Hollow
And the right guidelines I don't follow
I'm so empty
So hollow
I'm the worst and best thing
That's ever happened to me
So the punches I'll keep on taking
And I'll keep doing the same mistakes n'
I know it will end up okay
If it's not okay
Then it's not the end
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
Us humans are sensitive,
Over little things we cry.
Men walk up to a girl,
And unnecessarily shy.
At top of a skyscraper,
We feel the breeze.
But when little but vital moment comes,
We never sieze.
We come home from work
And are usually tired.
We work our *** off,
So we dont get fired.
Nothing's perfect,
Life's always flappy.
We think it's cruel
And start feeling ******
We fear death,
But eventually we're all gonna die
Us humans are sensitive,
Over little things we cry.
We all have a dream,
But we stiffle our curiosity
We never take a stand
Or run against viscosity
We either live this world
Or we survive
We can have our dream life,
But we need to strive
A little true effort,
Can change who we are.
And one day we'll be stunned,
We've come this far
We can make our life worth,
Before we die.
Us humans maybe emotional,
But now we wont cry
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC
Once is never
Or at least never enough
Life can be quite tough
But einmal ist keinmal
Let's try something new
See if it rings true
That despite what we do
Einmal ist keinmal
No inhibitions, no regrets
Do what we feel like
And never forget
Though einmal ist keinmal
Take risks, be bold
Don't harden your soul
Nor grow stale and old
Einmal ist keinmal
Live in the present
Be now, be here
Have no fear of the future
Cause einmal ist keinmal
Feel this lightness of being
As if nothing matters
Our significance shattered
Einmal ist keinmal
Sieze the moment
Give it your all
Live life to the fullest
Knowing full well
Einmal ist keinmal
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
Carpediem
It means seize the day;
Try and enjoy life
The sky’s not that grey.
Easy for them to say
They have Don’t have it bad
They don’t know how you feel
And it drive you mad
They can seize the day
If they ****** want it
But in this day and age
The day ain’t worth my spit
Your life maybe be hell
And it turns you insane
Carpediem
A phrase for the mundane
So why should I Carpediem
Should I conform and live life for them
I take my dignity
That’s my Carpediem
and to a cat the meaning of
carpediem is to be more dog
;D
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
To those who have an estranged parents would not need an introduction,
And those of you who have the gaping wounds would only be christened in self propelled justification,
But any of us in these journeys like all adventures do come to a close.
Proving to everyone your ways are correct,
Or dismiss the very thought you been wrong,
And all finales the conclusions the end is not all we may seem to understand.
No one will know the inner conflict that stirs all emotions into ejected unspeakable anger,
And no self righteous religious leaders would know how to quell the demon shadowed in your best illumination.
For all things are never bygones,
And patriarchs or matriarchs are but a human beings with chipped characters,
But no amount of apologies would dismiss their old follies.
Then the sands come to claim us, breathlessness plunged into a moment of silence,
And all solice come to a halt with all whispers sieze.
The person you feared all your life has become pale,
Body mass and muscles have left them,
While the frail body yielded them a hunched postures.
No matter the prospect you will not be fooled by their weakness,
Nor will you show sympathy to their coming times,
And all senses of love have been depleted bone dry.
No one can tell you "You are wrong,"
Because no one has dealt with your past,
And the world must shut their mouth.
That was about a 6 month ago,
To some it would take longer,
And others there would be no second thought.
Sometimes deepen pain can never be healed,
And those of you who took the picture of the frail parent in the hospital can't deny your feelings,
As you look at the healthy picture against the dying parents you have made up your mind.
The breath is asunder as the lungs clinge to what little air to grasp,
But those of you who choose to make peace and see the dying person one last time is a better person then I,
For not all of us can forgive and forget.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
*Bleed
woman
bleed*
Feed the licks of the Sun
with your immortal womb
Sieze the comfort
of the light before it dies
tried woman
waiting in the amniotic fluid
*Bleed
woman
bleed*
Show up in the afterbirth
before the hours
have gone fetal
deliver yourself from gender
*Live the unknown gaps
free, black and forever*
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
Just got back from a little trip
wasn't planned, down the mississip
started out from just one sip
of a drink I can't remember
went on down to the land of cotton
woke up really feeling rotten
I can't remember the drink i'd gotten
but, I needed one again
head was fuzzy, vision blurred
one more down, and i'd be cured
instead, now my speech is slurred
but, damn...that drink was smooth
chose to go down to the river
my brain not working, nor my liver
my eyes were closed down to a sliver
I had to find that drink
I saw a re-enactment of a battle
I didn't listen to the prattle
the armies were just led like cattle
to their deaths without a chance
I knew that I saw lots more men
than were actually there right then
my vision saw five score times ten
while there was only twenty two
I relaxed and I loved the feeling
this drink had set my mind a reeling
I feel I could dance on the ceiling
all of this from just one drink
no matter, I swore I'd behave
no comments made about a slave
or I'd be in a shallow grave
and would never drink again
I searched around for near a week
my throat was closed, I could not speak
I hadn't eaten and was weak
but, **** I needed more
i'm sure it had some blue cacao
I need to find out, find out now
i'm not sure when, but I know how
I'll go back to the start
I flew on home and went to where
i'd had the drink on someone's dare
another one of the dog's hair
and i'd start it all again
they told me that the drink i'd drunk
was just some automotive gunk
they moved it cause it smelled like skunk
and I chose to drink it down
some oil and some antifreeze
was the drink that brought me to my knees
they thought i'd die, or at least sieze
but, I guess I proved them wrong
so next time when I have a drink
I think i'll take some time to think
will I notice if it has a stink
before I choose to drink the brew
before I go some sage advice
don't be like me, at least think twice
if you want a trip with added spice
order up one drink from me.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
Cradle upon the spooned arms,
And the sunken fetus lay at ease.
As the night sky yield a breeze,
And the illumination of dawn woken by the alarms.
Serendipitous actions peak with charms,
And all things calm to a breathless sieze.
The presence brought myself to a knelted knees,
For the shimmering fire showed no harm.
We can only glisten by the laughter it gimmer that all things are going to be okay!
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
Am I accepted here throughout
The poetry world?
Though I am a liar
(But you all know my pain)
And a sociopath,
I still love the make beieve world,
Like dreaming I was naked
In an NFL stadium
And had to run across the field
To a door that kept on disappearing
And reappearing on the other
Side of the field.
I know myself better than my
Psychiatrist does,
But the truth of the lie is
I love the words more than myself,
And the mass darkness I live in
Is filled with a universe of
Make believe.
So I write the Galactic Sea
And yes I am a crazy person,
So I defiled my name and the dream
Became reality.
I believe in my words
And I am hungry for these truthful
Poets who sieze poetry
At its throat and follow
Their scripted verses.
(I hear repetition has much to do with insanity)
Sure I am hungry for love
But Im in a relationship with sedatives,
The sadness of these poet saints
In a mammoth sized disproportionate
Reality,
Ive read my psychanalysis
And it turns out Im a poet with dreams
Who knows the difference
Between a star and a lightbulb.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
What is this movements to the notes and rhythms,
The breath that breathe life it's essense of eternal ether?
Mourn to moan the formulation of birth to ****** propatuate procreation and then to final destination, cycling the very foundation of life, rebirth, and death in sound that carry over from one another.
Music preformed by guitar, violin, base, cello to piano, or any of the string instruments that symbol the living life strand of the life we wheel.
As our longevity is finite, but with infinite choices to play with strings until our lines are cut or break, and no longer play the songs we so love to hear so dear to our ears.
For a beat that tinker to our muse to the music that linger in the faint of our memories, those memories we try to keep close to our soft pillow and tucked away in our minds to comfort us in our less then pleasant boundaries leaving us empty, like a good age wine to lets us dream.
The empty cups shall be the reminder that sound and tone shall sieze to calm with stringless nights, the song has sang the final tune and forever leave it's mark on the heart good night.
Until that final symphony reaches it final tune, accept the notes as it is a song we live in a moment, for all music good and bad has it's epilogue.
One must choose to play their music, and find their final notes to end their master piece in due time.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
Forget your petty woes and gripes
0f who said what- to whom and why.
there is another life beyond
where millions all live and die.
He loves me or he loves me not,
does it matter? not one jot.
Get out there gal and sieze the day.
your heart is broken, it will heal.
You were betrayed,
come on, get real!
Rejoice and live,
you will feel pain.
but think of what you stand to gain!
life and love, all interwoven,
ballet, opera, Brahms, Beethoven!
think how fortunate you are,
how insignificant your woes,
think of children without love
lacking shelter, food and clothes.
put it all into perspective
seek a friend that you can trust,
friendship is so all important,
without it love is only lust!
Don't marry the one that you can live with,
marry the one you can't live without.
Life is there just for the taking,
Time is passing don't delay.
A leap of faith, a little courage,
Lookout gal your'e on your way....!
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
what would you do
if i socked you in face
would you forgive me
knowing it was only an act of hate
would you walk away
knowing the terrible things it can create
would you be okay if someone knocked you to the floor
would you get back up with forgiveness
opening up friendships door
would you give him/her what advice you have
would you try to prevent him/her from doing it again
would you save a heart
would you prevent it from further pain
would you shield him/her from angers rain
would you tell him/her that anger isnt the only way
would you repeat it every day
not letting a single heart go astray
and if someone told you to stop
would you keep doing it anyway
would you remember right then
that the only thing we must fear more than evil
is the indifference of good people
would you put more passion in your beliefs
more than im putting in this pen
would you become an unbreakable lightning rod
would you rise above all evil
and ascend as a god
would you take your newfound power
and help those with none
would you sieze the hour
and help those who dont get one
and would all the people you.ve helped
all the lives you've changed
would the look at you wierd
would they treat you as someone strange
no
they would treat you as their friend
someone who helped
when life seemed to be at it's end
someone who knew
someone who told you why
someone who was there for you
smoeone who would never let you die
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 12:56 PM UTC
This situation is unavoidable
I wish we never met
If fallen in love with you
And now you want to leave me
You took away my purity
And now you want to leave me
I made you my all
And now you want to leave me
I love you.
You love me.
But because we hardly see each other
The pain never sieze
Because now you're avoiding me
Just when I decided that
I can trust you
You start to doubt me
And now you don't want me
I hate how life is cruel
But I guess some people aren't
Meant to fall in love forever
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC