"smuggle" poems
The chocolate digestive is a marvel of invention
Custard creams are sickly, but worthy of a mention
Shortbread can be gritty, steer clear of the cheap ones
For if you love your biscuits, your pockets must be deep ones
For perfect dunkability, the hobnob leads the field
But prone to going chewy if their packet isn't sealed
Bourbon creams can satisfy when nothing else is offered
Avert your eyes from pretzels, no matter how they're proffered
The lowly Garibaldi is an underrated treasure
A macaroon is excellent for eating at your leisure
Enjoy the home made cookies and the chocolate crispy nests
And save a pack of party rings for fobbing off on guests
But biscuits can be functional, with keen survival craft
A packet of pink wafers can be used to make a raft
Penguins can be hollowed out and used to smuggle crack
And if you throw a ginger nut, you'll always get it back
A Jaffa cake is handy as a snowboard for a spider
And flapjacks are a sustenance and energy provider
Wagon wheels are lethal when they're wielded by a ninja
Brandy snaps cure cancer with a tiny hint of ginger
Experiment with biscuits, they're a versatile thing
Try horizontal dunking or the highland shortbread fling
Keep a packet stashed away for when the end is nigh
And always have the kettle full, and milk in good supply
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
I smuggle
storm
rifle
and grief
yet
like a playful crow
I shelter in the glow of your skin
disarmed
by your warmth
I have laid down my weapons
conquered the storm
worded your sorrow
and fled from the fragility
of your brittle mind.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 9:11 AM UTC
Writer's blocks build walls of divide.
On the one side jump experience and feeling and emotion and thought, but on the other sit the words that rest in my mind and refuse to wake up from their pesky slumbers of stubborn laziness. All it takes is one word to smuggle itself passed a crack in the wall and there's a melody of language. The ideas can shoot itself only so high without its counterpart on the other side helping it reach the top. Oh writer's blocks, please stop mounting yourselves on top of one and other. With every solidifying brick, another word slips away and slowly writes itself into a permanent shut-eye. I know you mean no harm and simply want to exist in the struggle for perfected poetry, but my life currently lacks its therapy. I appreciate your necessary hindrances, but if you could help me harmonize my mind and soul, I'd value your necessity much more.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
**** when did waking up get so hard
I feel so dead I think I belong in a graveyard
Drowning in all of my own thoughts I need a lifeguard
I feel like nobody knows the struggle
Like trying to grab sleeping pills, ropes, and guns to juggle
These thoughts that I gotta smuggle
All until my smile cracks and crumbles
Until my very soul snaps and rumbles
Until my drunken body just tumbles
Sitting on the edge of highways watching cars go by
Exhausted from always being the tough guy
Wondering which truck is gonna catch my eye
Don't wanna die but it's my only choice
So tired of screaming I'm losing my voice
Slitting wrists with promises bleeding
Is it just extra love I'm needing?
Maybe not then again I'm already dead
Make sure the note is read
I'm tired of being alone, by Tommrorow I'll be unknown
-Dominguez 2018
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
A wide and expanding world dilate our technology,
revolutionary thoughts and conflict initiate an evolving psychology.
Simplicity in life no longer here as we form double personalities nearly on in the same, as we all have an assumed second name.
Simplicity in life sacrificed for evolution and integrated minds, or is this just the plan of humankind's masterminds?
We forget the health and happiness of past struggle, as todays anxious, depressed, and integrated minds smuggle in double trouble.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
If I decided to peal paint off the upside-down radiator
for eternity,
I wonder if you would sit beside me
reading Wallace Stevens.
If I decided to nurse the convent garden bursts of peonies
for eternity,
I wonder if you would smuggle me some
David Bowie tracks.
If I decided to eat only fudge brownies and cherry Starbursts
for eternity,
I wonder if you would google gourmet
recipes for me.
If I decided to paint my own Walden in the Washington wild
for eternity,
I wonder if you would build a nightclub
next to my cabin.
If I decided to leap out airplane hatches and steal rodeo saddles and read my poetry out-loud
for eternity,
I wonder if you would be happily
married in Norway.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 6:52 PM UTC
Take all.
Leave me thin and bone,
Withdraw hope and home,
Shame me in every way,
Blind me, shun me
Punch me deaf and dumb,
Bleed out all of joy,
Fester *** and pleasure,
Blacken me a liar,
Circumcise my art,
Multiply a thousand times despair,
And present me death as a gift
Hobble my gait,
Drape me down in chains,
Rob me of all.
But leave me words.
Grant me poetry, one line, one spark
And the universe ignites again,
Let me roll syllables like dice
And I will chase passion to you,
Give me a sprinkle of syntax,
A magic dust,
Turns sound to shape and form.
Let me own letters,
And I will smuggle tears to you,
Crouch inside your dreams,
Spin the air into scent
Reflect in every mirror a lover,
Make clouds chant a monk’s choir,
Bend light and tie it like a shoestring,
Give me words, just words
And I will stand forever.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
i woke up and tried to
forget but was reminded,
instead, of the way your
lips gather like dawn
and dusk on either side
of the relentless night of
your insides, all points laid
out, shining light in form
constants: you, unknowingly
lit up, like cigarette tips under
city lights. so, is this how
you do it? how you smuggle
small likenesses, the
reflections upon slight layers
of water across the surface of
your eyes, into my waking
thoughts in ever-decreasing
intervals? finally, ending in
slow sequential convergences
with me seeing
you in
oceans of sleep,
seeing your eyes, the soft
skin of your palms, bent
visions emerging in my
ventricles, aortae, arteries
of
how this ends.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
i have no right to have feelings.
i tried to smuggle them past the
checkpoints, metal detectors and such,
but i was foiled, tarred and feathered.
A big ******* chicken. Awesome.
If i had feelings, i would have no right
to allow them to be hurt.
I am the giver of hurt, not the receiver.
Things are not hurtful to me, for i have asked for them
and knew what i asked. Happy Days.
i should not discuss feelings i don't have
or hurt i don't feel with anyone,
for any reason, because i have no reason.
i should be grateful to be stoic
and rejoice in the fruits of my labors.
When or if i cry, it is only because
there is something in my eye, a
speck of sand or something like it.
Merely a body's natural cleansing
action, a normal automatic response.
i don't feel alone when i cry.
besides, i chose to be alone, that
is why i walked away in the first place.
Isn't it?
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
I know I might be the one
I just wanna give you some fun
A chance to have it all
Before we part in fall
So let's give it a whirl
Make you a happy girl
So much I've never known
Never experienced this on my own
So, stop leading me on
If the chance I had is gone
You send such mixed vibes
Should I send silence or send bribes
We're bestfriends, of course, no doubt
But the level is what I wonder about
Are you asking for your hand
Or seeking a friend - high in demand
My desperation is great
I'm scared I'll ***** up our fate
Longing for more than what's meant
'Stead of the friendship on which we're bent
Still look at me the same
And smile when you say my name
I know when that smile hits your face
You're the reason my heart starts to race
In my head I've perfected
And the scenes I've directed
But in real life I struggle
Cause your heart I can't smuggle
So make up your mind now or tomorrow
End my self doubt, end my self sorrow
All I ask is you give me a chance
So come this time, in your heart so we can dance.
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 12:42 PM UTC
It feels like I've been awake for three days,
My mind's cluttered, my life's fluttered
By like some butterfly lost in the waves
Of reality, I'm feeling lost and troubled,
Maybe I'm going crazy, my vision's hazy,
All they say is "he's been a bit down lately",
They're disconnected from my struggle,
They think I'm good as I've ever been,
They only see the smiles that I smuggle,
Out from the static black hole that is my soul,
The only thing that seems to fix me is seeing,
That pretty little lady sitting near me,
Then I leave, my body's a tree, and my emotions are the leaves,
They fall off, I'm dead and naked, left alone and bleeding,
My heart's aching, hands are shaking,
The life I've been making is falling apart with every minute that I've been forsaken,
My head's held under and I'm suffocating, I'll need resuscitation,
'Cause every breath I'm taking is is the stake in
My chest, and and for God's sake it's not gonna stop,
I'm stuck with this, I guess it's just the grand plot,
That this painful life of mine has been following,
So I suppose I'm just supposed to know,
That in the end I'm gonna get what I get,
And just like that my life's set,
On a one way trip bound for suffering and let's not forget,
That there was once a time when I could stand tall,
When I wasn't sure if I could ever fall
Down to this low level that I find my self at now,
But that's just the way it is.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
Why weren't we enough for you?
That's the question I used to ask
I didn't understand how you'd pick that over us two
to me it was not a hard task
but then I saw you and I understood
no one else could have survived the way you could
you'd go to any lengths to function like me
without the headache and anxiety
you'd watch your friends die and wait for your end
today or tomorrow; you can no longer depend
everyday is a struggle
and tonight you will smuggle
the last your body can manage
if you had stopped last week or even yesterday
you might have repaired that damage.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
CASSIE THE AUSSIE DRUG SMUGGLER
NOW WANTS TAX PAYERS CASH
THIS IS INCREDIBLE AND STUPID
AND A WHOLE LOT OF TRASH
IF YOU SMUGGLE DRUGS IN A COUNTRY
WHERE THE PENALTIES ARE SEVERE
YOU WERE VERY CONSCIOUS OF YOUR ACTIONS
TAKE RESPONSIBILITY MY DEAR
DON'T EXPECT HONEST PEOPLE
TO NOW HELP BAIL YOU OUT
IF YOU SMUGGLE DRUGS AND GET CAUGHT
YOUR ON YOUR OWN NO DOUBT
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
Theres a fine line
Between the dead and the dying
Some of us let go
And some of us are trying
But none of us will make it out alive
Some of us will thrive
Some will struggle
But none of us will survive
It's time we smuggle
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
Buried alive in a worm box
As he smuggle stood on top
***** I'm burying you alive"
"No one will hear your cries"
The worms wiggled around behind my back
I struggled there in the pitch black
The smell of freash earth was so overpowering
And on top he just stood up there towering
I clawed at the lid
Of that old frig
But he was to heavy it did not give
My oxygen was soon depleted
I knew then I was defeated
Buried alive in a worm box
Who would of ever thought
As you can see I survived that day
But when at last on a cold slab I lay
And when they put that tag on my toe
It's off to the crematorium I go
Because being buried once is quite enough
I really am not all that tough
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
Alas that unwanted love has gone!
Drowning in the sorrows past-
Curse the night, with its shining terror;
And haunt thy lovers new.
Avail me, pray me as none other woman.
Give me love as a farm girl does to her knight.
For there will me no fortress to smuggle your screams,
Nor will there be a hostess beneath your arm.
My beauty stands waylaid;
And my chest longing for your skin.
Come! Come! Now and again, until you grow old and I, tame.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC
How do you smuggle Jesus?
How can we disguise Him,
camouflage and mask Him -
how do you sneak Him in?
How do you smuggle Jesus,
give Him some acceptable spin?
How do you smuggle Jesus?
How can we conceal Him,
hide and obscure Him -
how do you slip Him past?
How do you smuggle Jesus,
keep Him from being unmasked?
How do you smuggle Jesus?
How can we impart Him,
stealthily bestow Him -
on those still on their search?
How do you smuggle Jesus,
and release Him back into His church?
Dec 7, 2023
Dec 7, 2023 at 3:21 PM UTC
Shoved and crammed into a worm box
As he smuggle stood on top
***** I'm burying you alive"
"No one will hear your cries"
The worms wiggled around behind my back
I struggled there in the pitch black
The smell of freash earth was so overpowering
And on top he just stood there towering
I clawed at the lid
Of that old frig
But he was to heavy it did not give
My oxygen was soon depleted
I knew then I was defeated
Buried alive in a worm box
Who would of ever thought
As you can see I survived that day
But when at last on a cold slab I lay
And when they put that tag on my toe
It's off to the crematorium I go
Because being buried once is quite enough
I really am not all that tough
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
When the walls falter,
crumbling within
realities windows,
shattered inwards
by the tears that are dwindling emotions.
There is no place to smuggle,
to hide within hollow walls.
Because when everything falls
were all exposed.
And everything is but a shell revelled.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
HOW MANY MILES. .?
I try to
get back to
the you
before you
died.
You flicker
in the candlelight.
I am trying to
not let the forgetting
happen
to you
but you begin to
fade and falter.
You tell me to let you
...go...
That it will be easier
for me.
But I would rather own
the pain of this love.
Hold you all the tighter.
Smuggle you in a dream
across death's border.
You are beyond Babylon
...the many miles to...
The childhood rhyme
I told you.
"Can I get there by candle light..?"
I ask the dark.
"...there and back again..."
the emptiness echoes.
Each night I fetch
your ghost
feeding it my pain
to keep you here again
only to have to
return you
when morning brings a new day
you can never know.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
So I fell for you
Off the cliff of the hill
into an everlasting love
Forever would I feel
your sensation
So I fell for you
Hoping to land in your arms
that would comfort me into long terms
But I was wrong
I fell into affliction
Which was subliminally hidden
In the words you’d smuggle
Borrowing my time
You’d laugh from pity
I’d try to climb up
But the fall had me weakened
Exhausted I lay
With nothing but my choice
Then you left;
abandoned the promise
and what you felt
I uncontrolably cried
A river that could feed two
But I felt stupidity
When I fell for you
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
there is no light in the darkness
that is not a worried man.
I can tell you nothing you know.
my sons are two. my sons play faith.
under my wife I am a shadow of joy.
-
(over which I smuggle the thoughts of my acquaintances)
one-way bridge.
-
my hands are weak or would not be called hands.
when mother collapsed
god had a plan. it included
the double life
of my father’s
ankles.
-
some I sanction, some I don’t.
some are **** creative.
suicides leftward of the unlit life.
-
I put my fist in your purse and leave it there and you let me.
we mass produce
eye contact.
we are both small, about love, about to bang
our heads
on the poor.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
O is for Ouroboros
S is for Sunday
To praise the lord
The family fun filled day
To walk to the fjord
But S is not only for Sunday
S is for Summer
To enjoy the tan
The joy of newcomers
To the night we’ll ban
But S is not only for Summer
S is for Silence
To reminisce on unexplained feelings
The explained lyrics of twenty one pilots
To the darkness of healing
But S is not only for Silence
S is for Survival
To face the ray of another day
The time of your revival
To every demon you’ll slay
But S is not only for Survival
S is for Strength
To sight the surface
The tide’s ending length
To avoid disturbance
But S is not only for Strength
S is for Support
To parents who understand
The people for whom you will contort
To love that will expand
But S is not only for Support
S is for Sensitive
To take a dose of sedative
The protective cave of attention
To be the most tentative
But S is not only for Sensitive
S is for Struggle
To drown in weariness
The feelings you smuggle
To break down in dreariness
But S is not only for Struggle
S is for Snake
To know the good from evil
The decision for their sake
To begin the upheaval
But S is not only for Snake
S is for Sleep
To the nothingness of the night
The toxic air you breathe when you weep
To the dreaded specks of light
But S is not only for Sleep
S is for Scar
To dig deep down for happiness
The physical pattern of your hurtful memoir
To feeling the weight of tiredness
But S is not only for Scar
S is for Sin
To the sight of your dismay
The moment you let down your chin
To the feelings that now stray in disarray
But S is not only for Sin
S is for Separation
To the division of souls
The individuality formation
To the meaningless goals
But S is not only for Separation
S is for Strip
To release your last breath
The losing of all grip
To uncover the sheath to your life
But S is not only for Strip
S is for Suffocate
To let my body loose
The feeling of a krait around your bait
To diffuse the abuse
But S is not only for Suffocate
S is for Suicide
Too dried eyed to continue
The dumping of the pride
Too tried to guide the ride
But S is for Suicide
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC