"spreader" poems
We went to the movies and I didn't bring a sweater.
But the night was coldly filled with goosebump raising weather.
There were goosebumps on my skin but I didn't have my sweater.
I thought it would be better if we sat closer together.
You wrapped your arms around me and were my warmth spreader.
You made my heart melt and now I will forever be your debtor.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
Listen to the rumor mill.
And watch that rumor spread.
Notice that within that rumor mill.
How things gets mislead?
Instantly they run with the news.
And try to make it truth.
And when you advise the word spreader.
That unless the person spoke in personally.
The rumor should stay quiet.
But you always find some to buy it.
He said, she said seems to stand true.
Unless that rumor is specifically about you.
Then when confronted.
You know the story.
I'm only going by what so and so said?
Don't get mad at me.
These are the people that runs when they should have remained silent.
Now, no one knows how the rumor started.
Cause they were the ones that took the lie a little higher.
At the office.
At school.
At church.
And they should know better.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 6:11 AM UTC
In this small coastal Village,,setting out to explore the Many caves. My heart raced with 'TALES OF TREASURE" ! SO--Off I went. After a 2 hour Jeep ride, Flashing Lights from the Sky, Dropping containers , as if floating to the Ground, each was about 5' by 5' with an ENBLAZENED MARKING on the surface. As I came to the first the Pulsating-Flashing from the MARKING ,,SIMPLY FORMED THE LETTER "D". WOW, I THOUGHT " A CASE OF "D's"....T he warning on the latch,in SMALL CAPS: "OPEN AND SHARE"! **I DID AND I AM ! ! ! Millions of pieces of Parchment, folded with a Gold-Leaf "D" on each ! ! Here's "WHAT I SHARE"----(# 1)= DASHER-MAN= "The person who,no doubt with great training, HAS the Particular ability to "PUT-DOWN" just about Everything that YOU deem to be Fair and Upright. (# 2)= DOUSE-SPREADER = A device used to and for the express purpose of putting out those Little Fires that seem to Crop Up JUST at the wrong time ! ! (# 3)= DUBIOUS-CLAMPS = When those thoughts you are having don't seem QUITE RIGHT,, THESE Tools will keep them in check ! ! ( # 4)= DRAB-SHINERS= Highly trained folks, with the Special ability to Really bring some BRIGHTNESS to Your day, When it has been Particular DULL ! ! ( # 5 ) = DRIBBLE-CLOTH= When a Person keeps on HARPING on the same subject and sees no other solution, use this SPECIAL CLOTH to Wipe the Surface clean,,,THEN "try-again" ! ! ______N O W___ INSTRUCTIONS SAY ;;;'" MEMORIZE THESE" ***AND THEN WE"LL GET TO SEE SOME MORE OF "DEEEZ"
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 3:48 AM UTC
Yale’s friday “spring fling” was a soggy success - both as a concert and super spreader event. My groove-spirit was dampened by weather and a final I had the next morning.
I pose here tonight, in the chill residential courtyard, on my green sport-brella beach chair, like Canova’s Pauline Borghese, relaxed, canned dirty-martini in hand, still untouched by the covid menace - as if I’d taken sagacious care in avoiding it.
The waxing crescent moon is strutting its familiar runway, like a vague, ambient night-light, but what should we expect for free? Maybe it’s saving itself for warm, clear summer skies.
I can relax tonight and binge on the moon because the school year is over (for me).
I’d been in a coffee-fueled study-trench for over a week, finishing my last assignment paper with my last gasp of academic energy. It illustrated what could be crafted in a vacuum void of originality. I filled it with ideas, gathered like runoff-water, from deeper sources and tailored the paragraphs with care, weaving by sleight, the 3D illusions of depth, breadth and substance. It was very well received. taking a bow
I love the feeling of being done with finals but still living on campus. It’s casual, adult and relaxed - close to life as I dreamed it as a kid.
My room is disassembled and I’m living out of my suitcase. Movers will come and cart off our stuff Monday. Leong and I will head south - like wrong way birds. I hate goodbyes but knowing these are temporary helps. Most of my summer will be like one continuous sleepover.
Happy Mother's Day!
May 8, 2022
May 8, 2022 at 11:04 AM UTC
No one asked the glaciers
Did they like de-freeze?
Who had that much warmth left?
When was it when someone asked the oceans
How their thirst was quenched ?
Or how they managed to gasp
As layers of greasy filth floated over their breathing pores .
The rivers that flew to them were already dammed :
The little ants are never inquired of their tiny aching backs
Stiffened and sore.
The winds were voted popularly
As spreader of venom
And they did not know why?
From the bosoms of earth
Is ****** all verve out
In name of maternal obligations.
The Indus stained in the blood
Wails violently amidst deep gorges
For relentless rapes occurring over her watery soul
We call power stations.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
i think by nature i'm a gasoline-pourer -
i don't strike the match but
goodamn it, do i set up that fire.
i am. i'm a gasoline-pourer and a poison-spreader
and i destroy fragile things.
i'm a gasoline-pourer and i'm afraid
we might be the kindling.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
Behold! Enthroned in a tower,
enshrouded in the might of power,
the soul of malice,
the bitter existence,
Foul breath giving life to evil,
and provoking a grim struggle.
Men cannot resist it,
never are they content with it,
but once they obtain this,
they are hopeless to survive the emptiness.
Rua'grain, the usurper,
the master of villainy,
the taker of lives, and destroyer
of all good things.
The lord of Mists,
the keeper of shadows,
the presenter of flames,
and spreader of ash,
how he has the world in his hands.
We are without hope,
no refuge, no noble heroes,
no valiant quests,
we are without hope.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
First is the one who points out their evil ways
The second will speak for us, shouting the obscenities that show how we feel
Third is the lover, the one who reminds us that they are still humans deserving just treatment
The fourth is the spreader of truth, the most honest of us all
The fifth is the overlooked mastermind, the one holding us all together
When we all bow down away from our egos we are united
Unstoppable
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 7:21 AM UTC
To understate,
You are a seed,
The beginning of a tree.
You will grow and you will blossom,
And you will bear fruit and leaves.
So what am I.
The picker of fruit?
Spreader of pollen?
Maybe a tree, a bush?
You can,
And will
Exist without me.
This is an understatement.
Rather, you are a red giant,
A star ready to blow, expand.
Supernova.
Space-dust.
The elements for life.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC
If there will be a tolerating of a metered Tapping
Of finicky high pitch the flipping of flapping
If domino fingers find dancing refinement as pins in the roll of the promenade brigade
Then command to attention each private and captain, each Sergeant, lieutenant, Commander in Chief, and deputy director, please seniors and majors...I've called an assembly, I'd like to keep brief.
To even presume some desire is pouncing, waiting in ready to Connect on Command, as if orders have issued external assignment, a repose from an otherwise comical stand.
There is nothing more perfect, and no one more clever, no motive for power 'scuse a Daft Rumour Spreader.
Just simply a-script from a quick keene observer, that was shoved to the seat like some kind of Sacrificial Meat.
In A-gaze, Stiff as Steel-Steering of hands
Gripping heat on the wheel in the front of this Monster Truck Madness Ordeal.
It's easy to jeer, laugh, joke and sneer from the drunk, detached comfort of Stadium Beer.
But, Wait, a Reminder!!
We are all in the Boat!
Don't yell at the driver
Then claim not to Float.
Oh, so I see, it's clearly
just innocence
do forgive me,
Cause it comes from the jarring, and scarring, manure in air, that boasts of boldly stout cheering fanfare, clamoring, yammering, death rally hammering, celebrating dirtiest, grittiest, most Carelessly Daring.
Why would the crowd be gathered if not to service-us with shocking engagement to consummate longing for Death's-Entertainment?
I've always found this sinister trait in human beings grossly Un-great.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
Impatience,
is as ugly as complacence.
Confidence,
is as beautiful as compliments.
You can find my center,
from another continent.
But, you won't see my heart,
without a rib spreader and competence.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
**** refuses to use DPA, nationalize producing,
distributing accurate testing, PPEs,
not saving taxpayers billions over-spent,
100,000's of their lives,
while preaching his 'corona schmorona'
policies at disease super-spreader rallies,
exterminating republicans.
"...We(e),..." can inspire billionaires:
replace our 'shoulda, coulda, woulda' situation with a win.
Loans can purchase combining of medical manufacturers
to supply States with testing, PPEs, stop carnage.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 6:36 AM UTC
The self-pitying poor me’s
That restless selfish agenda
Spreader spoiled butter
on a fine piece of toast
The boastful explanation
on a beautiful landscape
It needs no explaining
And interpretations are
subjective speculations only
Nothing of a permanent fixture
As is with a and the cycle proceeds
My feeding seems undone and useless
Fits feel necessary but I don’t have the space
And never will because
Excuses are easy to come by
What’s the point anyway?
The anointing paradoxes
all lead to the same Sufferings
Opening my arms to embrace it
But nearly everytime
The struggle’s met with more of the same
The fight in a boxful of mirrors
All showing those beautiful flaws
Of which I’d rather frown at,
than spring a chuckle
And I am a cuckold in all this
Because I grasp the branch
while being pulled in a current
Instead of letting the river release me
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 5:14 PM UTC
Who?!
Who had'ed ever known
That the swan had bought a novelty comb.
A hair spreader she sent to god.
Who would have know that light will only
shine on bright grifters.
Sipping on caramel and strawberry soda.
Who would let they're bright little Yoda be real?
To feel force that cannot conceal?
To drill in to quarries that lets all
the stories of strayies who are real
and can feel just how I do.
I'm blue you might tell
But Hopefully
can feel you
can fell you
and see you
to be
and to hear you
about who you are
and how I'm not at all
and how I can fall
and how you are
and I'm not
and who can't I can be
and just who you will see
if you love you
If you love you
yourself.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
Higher reasons known,
Thats Unknown 2 my eyes,
Just a little spreader,
Enhancer Of Joys,
To incite n implant memory staining smiles,
When Mind Absorbs,
N
Harnesses Descended Visible Clues,
Highest Highs,
Muchas Gracias,
4
D
Ability
2,
Be D Vessel of Calm during storms,
Eagle style rescuer,
Whenever hearts are torn,
Or
In times of sadness or gloom,
Highest Highs,
Via Towering Volumes Of Gratitude,
Muchas Gracias,
4 D Ability 2,
Be
A listening Ear,
Shield Of Courage,
Which melts out fear,
In an instant
Or During Moments when called to turn skies from being grey to blue,
Highest Highs,
Muchas Gracias,
4 D Ability 2,
Utter sighs to Invisible
Agents of Highs
&
Hear n Recognize,
Messages In my eyes,
Some drop in my lap clues,
Highest Highs,
Muchas Gracias,
4 D Ability 2!
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 10:00 AM UTC
While **** continues to refuse to use the DPA to nationalize
the production and distribution of effective testing and PPEs,
which would save taxpayers 100's of billions of dollars over-
spent on gouged prices, and 100's of thousands of their lives,
he continues to preach his 'corona schmorona' policies at his
super-spreader of disease rallies, exterminating republicans.
They say, 'time is longer than twine', and 'to err is human,
to forgive, divine'. It's unforgiveable, n'er forgettable. Yet,
Joe's persistent perseverance in reminding our nation who
"..we(e),.." are and can be, not just life, relation in motion,
being evoking art, and illimitable potential, indivisible as
life, growing communally, yet also citizens of a great Union.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 9:03 PM UTC
There's something beautiful,
About the tawny dust marks,
On my black denim shorts.
I feel like I've lived,
I feel like a friend of the Earth,
A searcher of truth,
A spreader of joy,
An adventurer,
A lost soul,
An open book,
An ending yet to be written,
The sparkle of a million possibilities,
Exploding across the night sky.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC
oh, now listen, to that blues man, singin' prayer
singin' words in ways we never
hoid woids sung thisaway, since Grandma on th Bayou,
introduced
me, to Mr. Jake,
Now mister jake, he was old country, old school
He settle a passle of flybit cows with a croon,
aimed right at the moon,
top o' his lungs, knowin'
I am the only voice I hear, my prayers
never bounce,
they soak down
may you arrive, said Mr. Jake
where you wisht you were, when we
learned of life in Louisiana from an old Siclilian
fisher man cook, who knew of
Tavasco Inlet, to Bayou Bleu,
the real
you can feel black mud from the top of
the river, carried all this way,
to squish between my toes,
so I never fo'got toejam spreader was a
occupying principle behind any
search for pearls
once fed to pigs.
Mr. Jake taught me to think these muddy
thoughts
with my toes, wigglin',
feel a nibblin'
set
hook, what do you know?
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC