"summarised" poems
if i didn't teach you anything
i'll teach you this:
akin to all poetic techniques
summarised by words such
as pun and metaphor,
vulgarity is a technique in
poetry that allows for fluidity to take place,
and that's the only relevant point
to make to answer the asian haiku
with an eurpean ensō;
after all, us europeans dig furthest
into a poetic narrative, we hardly
bother to keep it short:
vulgarity like all other poetic technique,
the use of vulgarity is to represent
fluidity... a one quick gesture from
beginning to end... and your life in between,
added: if i wasn't being ******
in my composition, you'd keep me locked-up
in an ivory tower of respectability,
and i couldn't sideline you on the paved
plateau of everyday ***** speech
when buying a pair of socks.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
I traversed the solar
plexus of your lies
abseiled the craggy mid-drift
of long forgotten repentance
passing through your belly button
of hidden desires
and emerged
smelling of not-roses
from the crevice of your denials.
My surveyors report summarised thus -
(You're) rotten through and through...
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
it's almost like saying:
atheism
and theism, or deism
or whatever.
it's rought comparison,
but that's the best i could ever hope
to allude to...
concerning the aye, eye, i...
oko: eye,
okno: window
oczko:
a little eye, typically
of a baby;
judasz / judas: the peeping hole
in your front door.
bilingualism is like
a mongolian horde in terms
of etymological
"struggles", i.e. introspections...
i can't even begin the platonic
assertion of form-morphing
that's translated into
darwinism of
monkey into an ape...
as someone who's into artistotle more
than into plato, because he's more
into shakespeare's dialogues than plato's...
i don't buy the platonic crap
in darwinism...
it would be, perfect,
if we were all reduced to monkey form,
and picked out one type of monkey
as our origins...
what, ******* point, would,
a shit-brick sized gorilla ever need to evolve?
a gorilla that could wrestle a tiger
and pin him to the floor, while breaking his jaw?
the **** is this?!
or right... choose a chimp...
but not a macaque monkey...
i'll just do what atheist
youtubers do... in terms of language:
******* imbecile!
pointless platonic imbeciles!
darwinism = platonism...
god, in the now, now, now...
now i should be exhibit (c) in a zoo...
or playing that ******* wormhole of a game
that's the sims...
eugenics didn't move it far along
the argument scale, that we needed
to play "god" while playing the sims...
there's nothing worth an aristotle in the framework
of darwinism...
darwinism is platonic...
it arises from the head, and the abstract,
rather than on the basis of the senses,
that said:
as one hindu guru said:
why aren't there more monkeys evolving,
turning into neanderthals?
the more atheists call others ********
we'll be swimming ad infinitum ad nauseam
in circles, concerning ourselves with
arguments, that... well...
are best summarised by a cat's
meow of concern for
the arguments in themselves...
bo'h- -ring!
oh look, retards either direction;
if that's what humanism has come down to...
seriously... if i were a gorilla... why would
i want to devolve?
so i can be subordinate
to beta-males' taxation rules of governing me?
punch the ******* in the face, and move on...
to me, aristotle would have rejected darwinism,
but plato? ooh hoo hoo... he'd be darwin's first disciple;
******* ponces.
don't bother questioning whether
poetry requires objectivity...
it's a non-objective form of expression...
as it was never supposed to be...
take your 1 + 1 = 2 elsewhere, and ponder it there.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
There is rumours of a dominant emotion
a emotion that we all face
that spreads from ocean to ocean
and is prominent in our entire race
unknowingly hiding on your face
A emotion unexplained by science
but known so well by each of it's clients
so well infact that all they weep is silence
An emotion that will remain a mystery
won't be summarised by sadness, pity, or misery
and will continue on, in our soon to be history
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
I can't do this.
Please
I don't have the time
But...
How many times do I have to say this?
You know I only want you!
Don't wait, date someone else.
Does that make you happy?
If it makes you happy, sure.
I asked does that make you happy!
...Please
I just can't do this.
If I am not hot enough just tell me!
It's not about you! I barely have time to eat! I don't have time!
I kissed him.
He sighed.
He grabbed my head and kissed the life out of me.
This is the last time I have time for you
Forever?
Yes.
cries
...kisses everywhere down her face
what about my birthday party?
I can't
It's my 18th...
...I can't
It's just once. the last time. Please.
I will try my best and make time for it.
I kissed him, he flipped me over and went down on me.
I screamed in pleasure.
He covered my mouth
tears down my face.
We got a love that is homeless
So on that dim lit bed.
I gave you what I had.
You took it with joy and sadness.
If there's something we would want
summarised
it would still look a lot like each other
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
My god, you've finally done it.
I'm lost for words.
Me! Lost for words!
Words have always been my friends,
My tools,
Working for me when they would work for no one else.
I'd pluck perfect prose out of the air before me
Words curling luxuriously like cats around my writing hand
They seemed standoffish to others
But I was the Cat-whisperer of creative composition
My magic was language
I have personified pain
Allegorised anger
Sensationalised sadness
But when it comes to your love
I must use the words of another
For I cannot heave my heart into my mouth.
Why?
I want to give you the gift of my words,
For they are the only thing I have left to give,
My heart was always yours, even before we knew
How well we fit.
When talking on any other subject
I find it hard to stop
But when it comes to you,
My silver tongue turns to lead
Because you are the one thing I cannot articulate
How can I explain that when I look up to the sky I search for the colour of your eyes but I can never find it
That falling in love with you was like falling in love with a sunset
That the way you look at me feels as if, for the first time, I am a girl worth writing a story about.
People have put these sentiments into much better words than I ever could
And I love you always seemed enough before
But how can that crescendo of emotion I feel-
And the constant gentle waves that lap the seashores of my mind,
For what is love if only felt in passion not in anger-
Be summarised in three short words?
You know me.
I like to compartmentalise,
Categorise,
Have a name and a meaning for everything I do,
A consolation prize from society-
Sure you're weird, but others are too,
From my sexuality to my star sign
My life is neatly noted
With post its and labels
An explanation for everything
An Oxford dictionary definition for anyone who sticks around long enough to care
I like to pretend I don't do it
But I do.
You were the first person to make me realise:
There are some things
Beyond language.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
Wisp whisperings, tedious tensions,
all we face at a favour of an unfair life.
Summarised summonings, handful happenings,
to do all that is—not out of a place of strife.
Anxious agony, despairing delusions,
pains I can't always paint out in words.
Powerless poverty, penniless pockets,
let not status of the world; dictate self worth.
Joyful joinings, delightful decisions,
happiness isn't a given—still can't be lived without.
Humorous humans, creative creations,
all with a smile; moments are short. Make them count.
For into the night, the day will always rise—a dawn out
of the longest dusk. Like an Eve to it's Adam; the beauty
of their first fruits—seeds are to grow up touching the sky.
Do not threat dear child; the Heavens remain at the
highest,—above the hells of life.
It's time to __RISE!__
Jun 26, 2022
Jun 26, 2022 at 7:58 AM UTC
after each invitation to write, even though i never wish it,
i press my index and middle finger against my chest,
in hope of reminding that
Chinese maxim of ensuring my heart
remain small, but furthering that wisdom:
to remain a stone...
and as stone the heart to antagonise
the Chinese proverb:
** shū rú zhì yǒu;
no, a good book is a greater antagonist
than it might allow itself to be befriended,
for once befriended
as satiating a recurrent Sunday repost
it will not sharpen the senses -
and indeed all modern Anglo dreams of science fiction
and space exploration are best summarised with
those eager to learn Mandarin encoding of sounds,
rather than encode the horizons of Mars or the Moon
with exponential carbon fuel exploitation to
craft the cataract boundary of lingering Damocles'
fate simply hanging, ready, the already tested guillotine.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
English journalists writing about Mao's
China have this air about them
that's best summarised
by Charles Dickens'
attempts at philanthropy;
by the way, i'm taking this
point of view into Essex county
on the N86 bus:
were it will fester explosively
like a gangrene wound...
and rear parasites, upon parasites'
worth of infestation allowance:
Mongol horde to reap the rewards
with ****** from Goodmayes'
"tanning" / "massage" parlours
while the Bobs of Scotland Yard
drive their german machines
in idle splendour "unaware"
via the practised criminality...
for the ******* dole chequers
players equipped with old
age as excuse... lassoo those bums!
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
All of life is summarised by
just two words---wishing and wanting-
wouldn't life be a mistake
if we know not the ecstasy of loving?
and thus strengthened each of us walks
the earth like the most blessed being
our faith is renewed, our hearts are at rest
and enlightenment gives us all the joys of living.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 2:44 AM UTC
We were nothing.
All that can be taken away from whatever that was
is a summarised lesson on what love is not.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
you read a saturday article, you gain insight into the void,
and then you attempt a su doku...
i couldn't finish of no. 8902 (difficult)...
i attempted no. 8903 (fiendish)
and lost the plot at square-to-linear
interchange with the number 1...
all the while not really concentrating
on the puzzle, or trying to master
the craft to a competitor's level
of expertease...
it became a game of trying to find the origin...
summarised by the words: not here, not here,
but here.
the crux of no. 8903? only one 2 on the "palette".
and two ones. i reached the point where
a square of the 9 and a linear completion didn't
correlate... exactly... a misplaced 1.
so then i conceptualised:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 2, 3, 4, (3?) 5....
iocus numero similis prior cataracta;
a case of parity...
coordination e.g. (9, 9) (9)
elsewhere...
the dynamic soon
shifted into
(1, 2, 1) through to (2, 1, 2), then into
(1, 2, 1, 2)... (2, 3, 2, 3), (3, 4, 3, 4), (4, 5, 4, 5),
(5, 6, 5, 6), (6, 7, 6, 7), (7, 8, 7, 8),
(8, 9, 8, 9); and that equals?
the encompassing void of 0.
', ,' (or the collpasing effect) /
implosion.
just as much to distract me as an article
about mayte garcia / the first wife of prince...
vodka, ms. pepsi and the windowsill and the night...
yesterday's antics: a decapitated daffodil
a fiołek (violet) head... pinched rosemary and pinched mint...
laid down on a kitchen counter...
a cat... and "someone" talking about
scents...
3 sharpened kitchen knives in the garden,
on a stone that oozed off dust (as the knives were
sharpened with such verocity)...
and now today... more ms. pepsi with vladimir vod
of the excess of thus stated opinion: ruling,
unchallenged; because who the **** would
take sober opinions, seriously?
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
A house you can walk all the way around
Is an aspiration
Success summarised as
An absence of ajoining walls
Modern life
Makes people
Want to be
Detached
Long Live the Terraces
Apr 26, 2023
Apr 26, 2023 at 3:21 PM UTC
The short summary,
summarised just one more time:
Wait! What's it about?
May 5, 2023
May 5, 2023 at 3:24 AM UTC