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Mateuš Conrad Jul 2018
/               listening to lionel nation:

    a lawyer...

     and i... seriously can't tell
the difference

between what a lawyer
calls a play-on-word,

             and what a poet is...

who the hell needs to ingest
psychadelics,
   when you can listen
to a (probably) retired lawyer?

i appreciate that people
like stand-up comedians,

        or what's called cabaret
humour in eastern europe -

nope, no stand-up
       beckettesque: monologue
humour in some parts
of the world...

cabaret comedy?
                  a... dialogue...

but it's not like i'm
a scholar and will write a book
about this minor observation...

lawyer within the ratio comparison
of a poet?
    can't tell them apart...

the EU hinges on monetary
transparency...

fidgety with an algorithm,
entry:
  greek act of putting coins on
           the eyes of the dead...

apart from charon (karon,
no, chitty chitty bang bang)

       i guess that's what
nietzsche called the alchemical
principle, the book he never wrote,
but anticipated:

about the transvaluation of
all values -
                 id est: the second tier
of the gold standard,
the concept of money
  transvaluates:
   id est: translates a value of
something,
into a value ascriptive
purpose of another...
  
  then comes the description...

britain was always
in an informal agreement
with the EU,
given that it kept its currency...

it was never a formal bond,
inscribed with the sharing
of a collective currency,
    there was no vote to begin with,
the import of eastern european
labour coincided with the fact
that british children experienced
the cold sweats of:
   having to fall into a victorianesque
bbq of manual labour...
instead staging madness...
    
   england always retained
its currency... so what the ****
is blalxit?
         on an island,
   with its own currency...
   a bwehxit would have truly
happened, had britain adopted
the euro...
   the rest? a smokescreen.

- but there is no actual noun
to "decipher":
greek act of putting coins
        on the eyes of the dead
put into the griding machine
of words that is an algorithm...

a rite, but no name for the rite?!
seriously?!

there's is no name for it...
hence this poem, as a counter
explanation...
   a zeno paradox
coinciding with the example
of achilles and the tortoise.

i appreciate the ancient greek
analogy:
  or rather, "ancient":
in that... it was a... age of curiosity.

came the satanic dark ages,
came lucifer's enlightenment period...
where the **** are we at?
did we skip a part, a page,
a "something" from
inscribing humanity's autobiography?

no... but we are alive,
          and we are outside heidegger's
sense of dasein...
         having moved into the domain
of                   jetztsein...

considering the fact that,
german, as a "language" with regard
to how to define space...
    in translation in english (of course)...

    zeit... sure, time...
but space?
        raum?          oh right... roam?
nein nein nein!              oh... room?
                       das ist alle?

hence the second composite of time,
outside the casual expression
'there was a time... when...'
           akin to the: once upon...

no here, no there... jetzt!

p.s.

   well yeah... carpe diem in "reverse":
or as i like to call to -
immaculate immediacy -
a trance stace of waiting and waiting,
but never actually awaiting
anything, to be particular.
Hawk Flight Jun 2014
So I see that my poems have started trending. And according to my friend it has to do with the people that follow me.
And as of this moment I have 15 followers (6/3/2014). Cool. So I guess thanks are in order for all of you

1.Sierra Leone  - You were my first follower on here so thank you I apprecaite it.

2. Ranger - You were my second follower. and you are a friend on my "little sister". thanks for the follow

3. Fenix Flight - I am surprised you werent my first follower. BUt regardless, you are the reason I am even on this site so thank you sis.

4. Summer Skye - My fourth and lucky follower. the sister of my "sister" thanks little LF, I am grateful you gave me the honor of being followed by you.

5. Zero Zaneh  - Fifth follower, Thank you man. your work is good.

6. Stace  - sixth follower. we never talk or whatnot, but your work is really good.

7.  IJ Keddie -  seventh follower, thank you. your work is interesting. I like it.

8. Beryldov Lew - eighth follower, thank you. every follow means something to me

9. ᏰέƦẙḽԃṏሁ Լέῳ -  ninth follower. I do not understand your name but i like the work you put up

10. That Asian Josh - tenth follower. (dont take this the wrong way but) We asains must stick together right?. your work is intersting. I enjoy reading it

11. POETIC T - eleventh follower. Marvel? **** yeah man. keep up the cool work

12. Namir- twelvth follower (i cant spell for ****) Dude really it took you this long to follow me -.-. come on, but thanks for it anyway. your work is intense.

13 ISverre G Holter  thirteenth follower. your work is cool. I like it. keep it up

14.PrttyBrd- Fourteenth follower, you started following me last night (6/2/14)  after my poem Life started trending. thank you

15.Nanna Harrow -fifteenth follower, last but not least. you as well started following me last night after my poem Life started trending. thanks for the boost of confedence


There you have it folks. all the people who on here think I am worth something to follow. thanks to each and everyone of you.
sorry for any mispelling. I am half asleep writting all this
and I dont really know how to express my emotions so if it sounds stiff and rude I apologize. I realy do apprecaite all of you. I thought my work was crap. but I guess it isnt. you guys show that.
Dougie Simps Jun 2013
He wakes up at seven but doesn't go in until eleven
Daily routine is to brush his teeth, get dressed and visits the house of heaven....funny cause his spiritual insight wasn't always so pure and right, at one point he followed the wrong path and he and god were in a fight...turned to his dark side, never the light, dropped all good people that came into his life...He chose to do bad and hang out late at night...this man was a sinner, a veteran, no beginner, he was struck a cold heart...neighbors said he was bitter, followed the wrong people, once ambitious now a quitter, this man became violent, then became a hitter.......
Stacy went out with her friends following a lie, knew she had no choice otherwise she could die...her friends hugged and kissed her only to notice she had cried...her one friend asked "stace, what the hell happen to ya eye?!...she said that she fell, yet following up another lie...Stacy was blinded by physical love so it was easy to deny...black and blue bruises up and down her thigh, as her friends asked one question and that was "why the hell you still with this guy!?" going back to that man who we find ina funk...watery eyes and blurred vision only means he's drunk...callin up Stacy to see where she gone at? She picked up and said she stepped out and would be right back. He lost his cool and in an instance snapped saying terrible things like she was a " worthless *****" and a "good for nothing piece of crap!"....something come over Stacy she couldn't take it and finally screamed back! He said "are you serious!? If you were a man...I'd be done! a ****** rap!, ya sharp tongue will only get you hurt and ******* slapped!" (hang up)
Stacy broke down...said goodbye to her friends and stormed out, feeling life's pressure of pain at its highest amount...
She closed her eyes, reached for the sky, and screamed "GOD! I'd rather die!"
"I can't take it" her hands shakin she needs to find a way! she needed strength given to her in the worst way...she glanced down at the water to see her reflection...looked at her eye and said "when the hell will I learn my lesson!?" she said "right now! I'm getting out! It's time to plant a new seed and watch new life sprout! shes ready to bloom, she can feel it coming soon...says it time to over come my fear and make a move...her phone rings and it's the same man, she looked at the ID, closed her eyes and pressed END...got back up dropped the phone only to never see it again...the man located stacy's phone, only to see his missed messages and voicemail tone, he now gets it...Stacy finally got smart, he stared at the phone and the mans sadness over came his black heart...a sharp object feeling in his chest like a shooting dart, and said "time to change and time to restart"...till this day the man has her dead phone...10years later and he is still alone, works a simple job with an empty home and with one flower he planted a year ago, that has never bloomed, he uses these symbols as a lesson to understand..that he's done a lot of wrong in his life as an evil man...now hoping for forgiveness he started to follow faith...hoping to cleanse his whole body of drugs & past hate...when he gets home he sits at his computer and logs onto Facebook, searching Stacy's name to see how she lives now and then for a simple look...but couldn't find her for anything
No matter what it took. A month has past and the man decides to check one last...sure enough a message in the inbox called "blast from the past" it was Stacy years later writing " dear man I could never forgive, I found you before you found me but blocked you because of what you did...simple info now I'm happily married, a CEO with four kids and I hate you with everything in me and that's just how it is..I see my scars everyday from all your hits and my final question to you unforgiven man is...has karma been near? And have you been through what I was? Living life in fear!? These questions aren't for a response, just for you to think on..I pray for you and let god take you on, Goodbye and so long"..and like that stacy was forever gone...
the man cried, broke down and couldn't believe what he put her through, knowing the past was gone and history he couldn't ever redo. Wrote her back a message heading "one last sorry to you, knew it meant nothing he still typed "P.S .....I will always love you, my sins are unforgivable and for that my heart will always stay black...I got diagnosed with cancer now...so I guess...god has got me back. I only have a couple months to live so that is that...I'm so sorry Stacy...glad to see your doing well, goodbye and hope before time is up you write back"

Life makes the puzzles pieces come together and always has a plan, for Stacy it was painless freedom...and a lonely death for the "Unforgiving Man"
-Dougie simps
#LostLove
Devilgirlzdream May 2013
It was a dark stormy night. I was down stairs in the living room, by the fire place, drinking a glass of wine. Then I heard a knock at the front door. I got up and started walking slowly towards it. I finally opened the door and there on his knee was Cody dripping wet from the rain. I was shocked. I couldn't believe that he was here. I saw in his left hand a beautiful red rose and in his right hand a small box. He opens the box and in it was a ring. It was simple but so gorgeous. I looked at him in shock. My face, red and a little smile. After a moment the smile was as big as could be. Then he said "Stace, do you love me?" I look at him puzzled, thinking why he'd ask that. "Of course I love you, you mean everything to me." He smiled, his hand against my soft cheek, as he quietly spoke, I saw the gleam of hope in his eyes. "Will you marry me?" Shocked. Eyes got big. Trying t find the words to reply but I'm so surprised by what just happened. He took my hand, said "I love you so much and I swear your the one I need to..... have to, be with. You are my one and only soul mate." Tears slowly running down my face, smiling. "Yes, I will, oh baby boy I can't believe this is happening, You are my whole world, of course I'll marry you." I quickly jump in his arms, hugging him tightly making sure he's as close to me as humanly possible.
stacy kate Mar 2014
As the rocks crinkle with my very step,
with the leaves rustling through the wind
looking up, a beautiful sky i see
unfathomable and free,
just like how our dreams used to be.

As we grow older all that we hear,
"Study hard, don't be like her,"
"I've planned things for you dear,"
and "Stace, please, are you sure?"

So much insecurities,  how do i start?
how do i learn, to follow my heart?
When will i go, to the places i long?
Hopefully soon i'll be somewhere i belong
Here's to the ones who lost their dreams as they grow up, met the love of their lives, or found new (realistic) dreams.  Oh well, things happen. But no matter where you go now, know that it's all been written and continue to strive and press on!
ian macleod May 2018
We met
at the station
a few online conversations
no more,no less
but no hesitation
i sat
felt nervous
the train cranking careless
we pull in
the nerves kick in
what if , i think
but then i blink
i see you, you see me
we smile
we gaze
14 months later
our look hasn't changed
held hands in the city
it felt right
it rained, we laughed
we drank, we giggled
as if lovers for years
it's been minutes but I've known you an eternity
as if old flames meeting up after years
we went back
made love
hugged each other to sleep
we'd found what we needed
the crave we'd be dreaming of
a one day date turned into a 3 day date
unheard of
absurd of
full of love
smitten
forever
we should have known better
we paid a price
we are stuck for life
here together
one day husband and wife
we love being stuck, we love the price
we love each other
we are just right
i am yours
forever more
i love you stace
i wish i was more.
Stacey May 2020
Stace Jays wife:Export Trash 1,100 points

My Poems (18)AutorankLinks

Lockdown

As we all face lockdown
There seems to be no light,
This tunnel has been long now
But please just hold on tight.
Stop & think of fields & land 
Renewing fresh & green
Flowers grow so elegant there colours boldly gleam.

All the living creatures the world has hardly viewed
Reflect upon the oceans 
The thriving waves pure blue.

More Fish fill up the sea beds
With turtles at the shore.
Returning to abundance 
Of beauty once before.

Family's bond together 
The time that's passed them by
From working all those hours
The children wonder why.

Now we're on this lockdown
 value time you  need to share
****** them ticking hours
Show each one you care.

Teach your wee ones the bible
Read scriptures loud & clear
The book of bible stories the kiddies like to hear.
Revert how life all started 
What the future truely holds
The reasons of the prophercys 
Which the bible had foretold.

Hold them while they're  tiny
Admire them as they grow
For when they have their children 
they teach them all they know.

Moral of this poem
Don't be down or sad
See the positive of lockdown 
Its really not that bad.

Think of it as pulled in reins
This horse & cart must slow
For when life returns to normal
Its one we will not know.

Reevaluate your life, 
of how crazy it can be
How upon this beautiful earth we neglected selfishly.
Only we can change it
With effort  faith & love 
Following bible  principles 
From jehovah up above.

Jehovah will be sad to see damage to his creation
As a loving follower of Jesus Christ
we know this by the nation.
Gain faith with love & kindness
In all the things we do 
Speak truthful, Be generous be grateful 
Jehovah's watching you.

— The End —