"similitude" poems
On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining—I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future.
A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, comets, asteroids,
All the substances of the same, and all that is spiritual upon the same,
All distances of place, however wide,
All distances of time—all inanimate forms,
All Souls—all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes—the fishes, the brutes,
All men and women—me also;
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages;
All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any globe;
All lives and deaths—all of the past, present, future;
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann’d, and shall forever span them, and compactly hold them, and enclose them.
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*atop the Manhattan skyline
her similitude descends as rain
we see her wonderwork
we see her water-standing
her very abandonment of draperies
unassuming and artless
where the heedless moths settle
with bodies of mystic warmth
colored with rose and a dash of flame*
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– for Audrey Munson
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 9:52 AM UTC
The night becomes you -
hair coiffed in fashion
illuminated eyes reveal attraction,
the scent of body oil
pervasive,
ambient music evolves
persuasive
savory rhetoric,
cabernet erodes my inhibition
no contrition, turn the ignition.
The night becomes you -
you wear it well
an amalgam,
ardor and insouciance -
redefining glamour,
ephemeral moments
dial down the sunlight,
I am slain - voice and accent
weave their spell;
black dust coat, white hat,
a pair of posh boots
they live to tell.
The night becomes you
rhyme scheme - lyrical poetry
sophisticated venue, table for two
ensconced, the
leather lounge,
similitude within difference;
undulation - cadences of
counterpoint -
poise and peril of duality
we inhabit the floor.
Postprandial, conversation extempore;
machinations of intoxicating discourse,
I could drink your words -
artistic milieu- beguiling imagery,
sonant susurrations
penetrate my being.
The night becomes you -
theoretical locutions
phrasing depth and humor,
undiluted amour, tensions resolve
frame by frame,
solidify the affair
and validate the rumor
subsumed in sequence, pulsating,
igniting the sapid interior flame
silver screen ending,
effusive reviews
two hearts collide and form one;
the cherub's arrow finds its aim.
©2008 & 2011 W.S. Warner
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 10:34 PM UTC
Your jagged thoughts in crooked patterns remind me of....
myself
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Je voulais tout supprimer et puis me pendre
J’ai préféré écrire
J’ai marché dix kilomètres dans un Paris assommé de tristesse
J’ai vu des enfants aux crânes ruisselant de sueur, des vieux puant l’urine flétrie et des amoureux aux manches rétrécies par l’infinie similitude de leurs journées d’hiver
J'ai erré dans le froid glacial d'une banlieue endormie
Failli tomber trois fois
Souri à une gamine en manteau couleur rose bonbon
J'ai pas mangé, ingurgité un litre de vin sur le balcon des enfants morts
J'ai pas parlé, je me suis juste évanouie
J'ai voyagé dans vos souterrains les yeux rivés vers les étoiles
Le lapin suspendu au fil à linge de la cave se vidait de son sang dans la bassine rouge
Tu peux ****** sur moi, je ne dirai rien du tout
Tu peux me fracasser la tête contre ton sale radiateur poussiéreux, je ne dirai rien du tout
Tu peux me cracher dessus, je ne dirai rien du tout
Tu peux tout me dire, je promets je ne dirai rien du tout
Tu peux me frapper encore un peu, encore plus fort, tu peux te venger sur moi, sur la tête de ma sale conne de mère, je te jure, je ne dirai rien tout
Je ne dirai rien du tout
Embrasse-moi et puis après si tu veux, je te laisserai faire tout ce que tu veux
Tu fais quoi, là
Fais quelque chose, fais-moi quelque chose
T'es une jolie fille, intelligente en plus, tu fais juste un peu peur de temps en temps, quand t'écris, tu fais peur
Alors coupe-moi les mains
Je t'en supplie, coupe-moi les mains
Je promets je ne dirai rien, je ne dirai rien du tout
Tu peux ****** sur moi, je ne dirai rien du tout
Tu peux me fracasser la tête contre ton sale radiateur poussiéreux, je ne dirai rien du tout
Tu peux me cracher dessus, je promets je ne dirai rien du tout
Tu peux tout me dire, je promets je ne dirai rien du tout
Tu peux me frapper encore un peu, encore plus fort, tu peux te venger sur moi, sur la tête de ma sale conne de mère, je te jure, je ne dirai rien du tout
Fais- moi mal
Fais- moi très mal
Je ne veux juste pas y aller.
(Alors sauve-la)
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 6:49 AM UTC
Imagine a world without terror outer
and inner, sans famine of food and water,
where every soul is well-sated; a world
sans sickness and disease, not by the cord
of morbidity and death held; a place
where huts are mansions, every shack is
a castle, and each flat a grand manor;
where the roads are built with pure gold
and the bridges with resplendent diamond;
where the day does not change in colour,
except when full moon in its full array
once in a month has its own display.
I mean a planet steeping in love
unfeigned, bristling with true hospitality
of the soul; a world bereft of danger,
and of every mind-and-heart breaker;
a world with the similitude of the garden of
Eden, hung on the shoulders of harmony--
where man at another cove's lovely dove
will not leer, where there are
no split and divorce. The genre, stuff
of life where one's pigmentation is
not the cardinal, but the inner essence.
A sort of society where ****** Hussein
and Laden-like fellows and all their
coterie of killers do not have a lair
of habitation, i refer; where besetting sin
has no confederacy with the rotary heart
and mind of man; where the leagues
of villians are non-existence. An earth
where conglomeration of wicked cliques
is non-operational: where everyone be
holy--no child soilder, nor forced labour;
where women are not ravaged in cruelty
of acts, and is void of conflict and war.
Such a place "the world" is not called
but "heaven: governed by the Almighty Lord.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
To form a myriad of similitude
Thy were found in an ocean
following a flock of fish
without inferring the fact, that
only few shall reach the destination
who has determination
to follow the unendingly tiring
journey of self made dream
The rest shall only sashay half a distance
whenst thy realize their actual dream
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
sleep is in the
similitude of
death
silence
is
oblivion
10W
Soul Survivor
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
Symbolism, metaphor, similitude
whatever for
Why not just come
right out and say it?
Well,
it's
been said before!
© 2017 Jim Davis
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 7:54 AM UTC
Babe, how the similitude of an angel
Thou hast from thy sole to thy crown!
Unblemished art thou in frame, I so can tell,
But can't guess what in thine heart's sown.
Luscious is thine outer body, which can make
A sane fella hellfire choose to gladly go,
When he God's Law doth foolishly break;
Yet I shall fly on cloud nine with thee--no.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 2:16 AM UTC
Beautiful eyes and sweet smiles.
Lively laughs and happy life.
People barely see her cry.
How could she hide in the glittering of fine mask?
When nothing feels right and everythings torn?
How could she hide in the glittering of fine mask?
When sadness dwells within her?
How could she hide in the glittering of fine mask?
When melancholy eat her all alone?
Her similitude to the moon shows she's forever alone and unwanted.
She's hiding in the darkness of light because she needs to pretend thus people will not see her tamed heart.
She shouldn't feel this way when people left her in her way.
She shouldn't pay heed to the criticisms that underrating her for they will fade away as doth the dye on her hair.
However she couldn't stop her self.
How could she unmind them when they are the fire that keeps her heart alive yet extinguish it by their own spit?
She is just a puberal girl seeking for a match that can light her candle and illuminate her sombre world.
Yet,
Moon seems has a crush on her for he dont want to leave his partner and keeps on pulling her back to where she really belong.
Darkness.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:23 AM UTC
Why sail the sea?
why chase wavelets
flitting in front of the bow,
leading paths
into a vision of lonely solitude?
Because I see a lonely freedom
racing under the wind
fighting the sun and the stars
A vast delusion of similitude;
each wave follows in the wheeling path of another,
but it's never the same,
a difference,
a silent, unique verse
pulls the water of the rains along
Wind pulls me
in a different direction than my feet
This is a kind of chaos I can dance in
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
Granted the sense of sight, I see
What you see, reflections of light, between
Infrareds and ultraviolets, a little portion
Of the electromagnetic spectrum, unhidden
To our vision, only guessing the wonders of X
And Gamma rays, while playing with colours.
Entrusted with a mind able to recognise and realise,
I comprehend what you understand, and distinguish
Water from soil, oceans from forests, planet Earth
From star Sun, food from poison, love from hate, my body
From yours, delineating where I end and you begin, detecting
Our similitude as a species, bound by rationality and feelings.
Conferred unfathomable imagination, intangible
Deprived of a location, I delight myself in conceiving
Your ideas, identifying with your thoughts, magical grasp
Of the unknown and uninvented, able to create my perceptions,
Give life to conceptions, just like you, pouring words on paper,
Painting images on canvas, building shelters and wheels.
Bequeathed the legacy of common ancestors, millennia
Of history and knowledge, culture, tradition and creeds, evolution,
I share your story, your anatomy and physiognomy, your blood
And DNA, a map of all the genes composing you and me,
Trillions of cells gathering together to make a human being,
With the strongest impression that I resemble you, in so many ways.
Bestowed with consciousness I contain
Information I explore, attempting to unleash
The essence stored within, that unspecified certain thing
That unites all that exists, and elicits humankind to believe
Something greater, something beyond has a determined volition
For me to apprehend that I am you, and you are me.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC
I was once locked in love that should never existed
A love for me was bliss but others keep restricted
A blood similitude which I ignored for thee
But my firmness dissolves as she so disagree
It came to hit me up that it was really wrong,
Like a redundant lyric does devastate a song,
To make a better one we need diversity,
Combine distinctive genres that still fruits harmony
And as I go along I was shackled again
In love wherein I felt immense fidelity
Devotedness that turns me oh so formidable
Of what will I then be if she vanishes to me
I came with an agenda to be just alter ego
Remaining just a cover of my beloved pillow
Guess that in this way things would truly last
Until she realized the world was really vast
This mere lady I know for me is the one
Unluckily oh fool my girl is all **** gone
And my adversary? All but wrong insight
To treat her only just like bestfriend for life
I was locked in both loves full of malevolence
One is adversity the other's imprudence
One I know was just a bitter destiny
The other's not dealt well and lost regretfully
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
I heard your voice
Echoed sonorous voice pierces ears
Engrossing underneath babel of voices.
But this gurgling sounds l understand not.
Call me father.
I heard your rumbling,
Of a thunderous grumbling.
Velvety voice arrests attention.
Disturbing ranting of disturbers
Saying sounds strange
to hearing.
Now call me father.
Babylonian wall of distance ,
Spottering sentinels standing.
Seven seas,
seven streams.
Multiple ravines,
multiple ranges.
One terminus,
Gamut of posts.
Stretch forth your tender hands,
Reach out to me.
Similitude of aura
Similar light complexion
Bonding bloodline
Sameness in character.
Now l comprehended your voice
Distinct language
Encore my name
Call me father again
Mention my cognomen.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 5:10 AM UTC
ᛇ: what a strange grapheme,
and indeed what strange geometric encoding:
such kindred of ᛋ:
now find me the bending crux or
the blood eagle at which point the skeleton
aids a breaking point to aid a pelvic existence.
such the obscurity, rattling the sound
Łamong as deviating all grammatical categorisation
and encouraging onomatopoeia suggestion
among nouns and verb... although without
a clear resembling knock knock similitude;
closest approximate: a breaking of a branch
not intended for firewood but intended for a staff:
a pacified sign of the cross executed
in chiral revision: forehead, chest, left shoulder,
right shoulder, amen clasp.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
It's a similitude quite like none other I have composed...
I was like a bird, upon which back there is a burden which limits it's every movement and pull it down everytime it try to take off, yet unable to relieve itself of the burden cause he feared the outcome of laying off such a burden.. It was a Burden of quintessence to him, for it might make or unmake, destroy or bind the very home it cherished, adored and not ready to give it up for anything not even this burden, but the moment, though it required much audacity needed for a forceful abduction of ..."Donald Trump. From the White House".. he choose the option, to let down the burden.. And now with the God given broad wings and the much enthusiasm from the outcome of the relief, it will take a flight like never before, so high it will put all beholders in wonderment..
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 3:59 PM UTC
At this far the heavens meet the oceans
In their proximity, they are split screens
Like the black cat and the panther
They're family but not from same anther
You see only one green forest afar
Within it, separate trees as spar
As the lizard and the alligator
They seem kin, but opp gladiator
The river flows into the sea
But they have different scree
Like the albatross and the gull
Necropsy shows not same skull
Similar is different from same
Even when having ditto name
As twins share resemblance
They prove contrast semblance
One can be deceived by similitude
Especially, the one in beatitude
Delve profoundly to select rationally
to avoid submitting oneself to slavery
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
As the Unseelie Court enchants the just torment
Either of Heaven or Hell upon the Eleven Trooping
Aristocracies to pay Ichor, the whole zero sum of all passions
The Great Chains of Gaia: Derekh ha-Shemoth,
Liosalfar and Dockalfar; The Image and The Similitude-
Existence and its Expenditure become of mind quintessense.
However, the sensitiveness of the soul finds providence
In blessed feer, propounded a reward unparalleled if
One could be prized 'The Last Standing, Not Falling',
Beyond the Infinite Way an Ipsissmus
Of the eight Sha'are 'Orah sorceries that the wind bloweth
Where it listeth to grant thee power unto the ages,
Gods' corporeal even-tide: The Sword That Keeps Eden!
ELEETE J MUIR
Jul 31, 2022
Jul 31, 2022 at 12:34 AM UTC
O traveller, when will you return to the origin of your being?
Reality is what you are and a reverie is what you have been.
Your similitude is to the moon with its varying phases,
ever luminous but with lasting traces.
It is the origin from where you started and it is where you will ever arrive,
though it is a thing mysterious but you have never failed to strive.
So I ask O traveller, have you earned for what you strived?
Be content O stranger, for to the origin I have arrived.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC
/ falling asleep while doing an
all night, "vigil",
i curl a t-shirt,
and put it over me eyes,
like a niqab in reverse,,,
people who own cats
complain that i sleep, "too much"...
how can i ever sleep:
"too little"?
people are too bogus in
their desires to fathom others...
last time i checked:
i hardly felt inclined to
fathom them...
as long as your freedom does
not infringe upon mine?
cool, cool...
but then it
does... and you gain my attention?
my eye-orientating-similitude-of-sound?
i'll simply reply...
with sniffing the air...
to gain the tertiary dimension
of orientation...
eyes and sight are
primary...
hearing and music
are secondary...
there is no face behind
a screen, "hiding"...
you've never allowed
yourself to explore a stab of beef
moulded into a burger,
sensing the cows being fed eggs,
right?
mm... hmm mm...
can you do anything
with a herring... other taker than attempt
the Baltic take on "sushi"?
i.e. raw, and in sour scream?
no?!
oh well...
Tokyo comes second
within the confines of the concept...
schönnacht:
mein kurz und süss,
scheißkerl...
ist deutsche ist alles das bleiben
aus europa;
und was ist nicht:
ist wert wiederaufbereitung:
antienglisch:
empfindlichkeit...
ts'eppelins!
fallen!
bombe!
aufregung die nachthimmel!
geben Lon'don,
was Lon'don:
sollte haben!
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 3:06 AM UTC