"surmounts" poems
sad boy;
what a pathetic
ploy
this is for my attention.
all you contrive
tastelessly
always lacks concession.
every word,
and image you fake
I reject, from my
possession,
for all you are
's worth less than this
effortless expression.
you see, my natural
creativity
surmounts your ****
impression
of the beauty of my work
and my powerful
transgression.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
your body, the drain plug,
that climactic days of a day
murky sweet strawberry milk water
ebbs and sways
around, surrounds, and surmounts you
Your body the dumping ground
for pretty poppy seeds
seep, steep
seeded somewhere deep
as
synthetic stinging metaphor rain
pours on your mistreated singing skin
spotted, dotted, synaptic rule
akin to lemon poppy seed muffin tops
your head- a top
spins round
and mimics
never-ending bath drain whirlpool
ambulances and ambivalences soundtrack
this nocturne
night of a morning
mourning already
my poor lost sister
a little less than intact
lost in her head
I'm loosing her
and she's nodding
and she's nodding
and she's nodding
and she's nodding
and she nods
and grumbles,
fumbles for words that aren't there
four words that aren't there
forward isn't there
because what do you say
about matters
when your high
and breathing last breaths overlapping
in humble showers
in heart crumbling nakedness
your faithlessness trapping
murky sweet strawberry milk waters.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
~Christi Michaels~December 2015~
**the air presents tranquility
zephyr winds which blow on high
swirling within the troposphere
veiled serenity
clouds stealthy shift
covering brilliant, poignant stars
air masses
a juxtaposition
tension exists between...
omnipresent
yet unseen.
the sky illuminates..sparks of light
swarms of fireflies
ubiquitous in flight
there is a calm
steady as a drone
unwavering in its commitment
to a reality yet unknown.
till the shift proceeds
balance moves to tilt
calm planes of matter
Present ready to meld
celestial balance
no longer in alignment
exploding outward
defying confinement
fragile realization
of a squall revealed
friction surmounts
air becomes thick
atmosphere now dense
expanding as it pulls in
a tempest has arrived
opposition exists
shards of electricity
violently ripping open
the sky above
zephyr winds which
blow on high
the inevitable calm before the storm**
* * * * *
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
Life is a vast ocean and love is power to swim
Beauty is a light which just swarms on its brim
Odds and sacrifices make valiant to fly to trim
One who dares never encounters situation grim
Lover has boat of strength with its strong mast
With his love anchor he can encounter holocaust
Beauty with her graces can make him to blast
Time becomes still whether future, present,past
Love surmounts and surpass every eventuality
It takes on charge to abolish every fear and pity
In the company of sweetheart being smart,pretty
Love surpasses all hindrances and odds to be free
My love my sweetheart my evergreen love hope
Let us together swing on that eternal strong rope
Which is unique and universal in its real scope
With intoxication of seductive beauty I feel to dope
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC
Pearls bleed from the pores of my skin
sparks dance where your fingers touch
the ocean neath my lashes hides in ecstasy
the sun melts in the heat of our familiarity
the mist of my yearning deepens into a ravaging wave
your burning desire surmounts the effect of haoma
a delineation of this moment weakens my knees
I clasp the air and feel the hiemal wind chime
my mind bears a simulacrum of your perfection
exulting in the reminiscence of a beau ideal
when you whisper you will be back soon
my eyes close to annul our distance too defined
turning my heart jocund, my senses sublime.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 12:59 PM UTC
What surmounts the best of best
What surpasses excellence,
Where resides the wherewithal
To top the prize of prescience?
How to master that which hurts
The song which wears you down?
Limitations splendour son
The fool who fools the clown.
To climb the bleak forbidden peak
To sleep with guts and gore,
Endure a cancer's world of pain
Where moments shut the door.
Resurrect a broken life
When love has fled the room,
Found the strength to seek again
And find light in the gloom.
Hold an old man's withered hand
And listen to his tale
Of life's travails and hardship
Where broken dreams prevail.
Take that cute kid on your arm
And kiss her with a hug,
Treat her like a Pixy Queen
And cuddle dolly snug.
What surmounts the best around
What surpasses all,
Where resides the wherewithal
To claim the prize recalled?
How to master songs of joy
Tunes which wear the crown?
Limitations laughter son
The fool who fools the clown.
Capture magic's glow around
Make each moment ring,
Fling confusions net away
To let your heartstrings sing.
Smooch a mountain maiden
Cry for great things done
Celebrate your life my friend
For it's a fact.... We've Won!
Marshalg
In Sweet Celebration.
27 February 2013
© 2013 Marshal Gebbie
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
This Burning,
This Passion,
This Fire,
This Pressure in my chest.
It Builds
and Towers until this odd and almost
Unwelcome feeling presents itself.
I want to take it out,
Hold it in front of Me,
That glowing orb.
I want to analyze it.
Peer inside.
Witness what it beholds.
Yet this is not a physical witness
Anyone can Attest too.
Nothing that can be held.
Except me.
It is Me.
That is You.
Waiting to burst forth and be
Freed.
Maybe that is why you can already feel it Me
l
t
gni
Away,
The Burning Pressure,
Receding.
That undefined ache of your Soul.
Finding Breath
Do not hide it in.
Mix of Excitement
And Fear
As you grow to let it
Shine.
You will Feel Better,
Empowered.
Confident and
Fine.
Take that Glowing Orb.
Allow it to
Light Others,
As you know you should,
Have.
Will
Can
Do.
In small.
Growing ways.
Planted the Subtle Seed,
waiting to receive
Nourishment.
Being alone
Surmounts this feeling
Becomes Encompassing.
No Escape,
All Fear.
Not knowing where it's coming from
Or why it brings me Tears.
Do not like being stuck,
Feeling Stuck Here.
It is always possible to Remove Yourself
In Fact,
Several different ways.
Constantly remind self that
Presence is Desired.
Have trouble feeling Welcome
Hate Hiding in the Corner
Finding comfort in it's
Cold,
Tired Embrace.
Longing to Step Free.
Climbing the Confidence Ladder
Through the Maze of Hate,
Around the Thrashing Waters of
Deceit.
Quietly,
Heart Screaming,
Some will fall away.
Evidence of False Need
False Friend
Be wary of turning into Foe.
Scared to Lose,
Fear Gaining,
Not Living.
July 29, 2013
Edited August 3, 2013
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
I’ve quit smoking 6 times,
quit drinking 4,
the intervals are
sparse and unworthy,
I wear jeans with
dainty holes
from cigarette butts,
my breath wreaks
of a mixture,
and my cologne
surmounts the
insurmountable,
I’ll look skyward on
chilled nights
and try to decipher
between smoke and breath,
I’ll purposefully wear worn socks
to give the sought useless
a purpose,
I’ll run soapy loofas
over scabbed knuckles
for punishment and end up
enjoying the sting,
I’ll tie ties to tight
and my shoes to loose,
I’ll scrutinize grammar,
and misspell because
hypocrisy makes me *****
I pick at calluses until they bleed
I’ll **** on ****** hangnails
cause I like the coppery taste,
I’ll never litter,
and I fight at bars,
I drink alone now,
but I’ve quit 4 times,
allow me to put into perspective
that quitting anything
has moved from an elective
to becoming eclectic,
and new habits,
for me, don’t replace
old ones but squeeze them in
to a car destined at a dead end,
but what doesn’t **** me now,
makes death so much sweeter
in the finale.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
“I conversed with you in a dream.”
Sappho’s fragment 134
"He said 'no worries,'" she said
when she hung up. "I love when people say that." quaint little town,
they say of us – quaint little smile, I
say of her.
"When you drink, i..." another plantative little contest the context
ringing and you can tell that the "i" is not a proper noun.
"Were you alone?" it surmounts up and climbs down the treacle gavels of sensibility
this question suggests concern.
and a boy who wants to have *** with me calls me kitten. His hair is brown.
Two conversations at the same time:
"Where I'm from, twenty a gram's a ripoff!"
Standard prices.
and
"Princess, if you were my girl, you'd always walk funny."
The ice is
thin under my oxfords
the murk of my conversational devices
Lake bottom:
vices.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
I walk down the street whisked by the fragrant aroma of a ***** floating above the clouds
Encased in venom but dismantled plumes of disembodied hair gave her a shroud
I saw in her minced reflection the swindled lust of a happy conclusion
To years of isolated rebarbative delusion
To serenade with penultimate swaggers as though I have been fully swooned
Too soon to aim my praise at an adoring moon
Tugging on mutual hearts entwined with the summer breeze
Trying to garner the summer heir and the summer flair
A panache to clothe every armed bear, disarmed by a propitiated care
A crisp lament crashes the party as a heckler gouging for blindness
I clinch a ****** anger as a riotous engine crafted from wineskins
Belonging to an ageless agelast scurried in dismay
I warp the warbled marble sleet a craven disarray
Then I clamber, risqué in fleeting moments a criminal repartee
I wallop the emerging consensus as the 16th hands me over dumped tea
And a ****** tree laughs as the whitewashed sanity of sanitarium ******
I swerve away from the indecency of a pepper enclosed in chosen wax
A gibbous shackle crumpled on a concrete semaphore
An erratic blithe minatory metaphor
Saturnine clout sweeps the dusty apron from the desuetude of homespun lethargy
Rampant clovers distilled from a dreamscape a raspy sea
Trespassing whisper surmounts the lambent alpenglow of a newborn sun
A sleek potter’s spell encumbered by a lapsed pun
Doors ajar and vats wed with an aimless spar
I finally see the fullness of majesty adorned as a breathing star.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
If any one should wish to get “The Divine Kingdom” for “self”
And to effect this by what “self” does for the expected “wreath”-
***** will not succeed at both.
The “Divine Kingdom” is a “Spirit like Thing” or path
And can’t be got by “active doing” in sooth!
***** who would so win it-destroys it;
***** who would hold it in his/her grasp-loses it
Who knows his “manhood’s strength”
Yet still his “female feebleness” maintains;
As to one “channel” flow the “many drains”
All come to him/her-yeah! All beneath the sky
Yet still many continue to ask of “The Void”-Why?
Thus the constant excellence retains
The simple “Indigo Child” again-free from all “stains”
Behold…..
The course & nature of things is such that-
What was “in front” is now “behind”
What was warmed anon-we freezing find,
Strength is of weakness on the toil;
The store in ruins mocks our toil
The soft overcomes the hard-
The weak surmounts the strong
And the “magnificent castles” are revealed from the “morning fog”….
Muhumuza Kenneth Ezra
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 3:51 AM UTC
I'm falling down gently,
Gently into the void.
I know now slumber beckons,
But I work to keep my stride.
The lessons learned in life,
The ideas with which I've toyed,
Seem so minuscule in retrospect,
Before, before this void.
I used to care so much,
Anxiety was paramount,
What is all this going on?
The pain only surmounts.
I'm searching—
Hope begins to crumble.
My heart breaking—
I stagger and fumble on.
And, there,
Up upon this mount,
It’s brightness shines!
The light I see!
How foolish
—Blind!—
It was
—Of course!—
All along in me,
This slyly hidden, plain-view, visible key
Turning to unlock the secret of my ’I’ mystery.
It had always been but a flicker,
This firefly of my mind.
I stumble on now towards it,
Weariness defined.
Reaching out, I grasp it.
A soft smile brightens my brow;
I shrug off the shackling pain,
Rise from my burdened bow,
Standing up above the corner
Of one of this road’s many rolling bumps,
Where someone in the mirror once told me
I’d never even master the jump.
So I fly high now,
My destiny, the what I was searching for,
Clear in core, please—my people—
Prepare for all that I have in store.
Now I know,
Yes, I know for sure,
I will toil, toil nevermore.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
the good continually crushed
the evil prosperous!
the evil tends to stick
being good is being weak!
the good is a dropout
the world the evil surmounts!
the good's voice goes unheard
rule the evil's words!
the good's fate is sealed
gets the devil what it willed!
rules the evil's writ
the good takes backseat!
with the devil infernal
god is partial!
god is good but so happens
the world the evil reigns!
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
Inducing pleasure
Beyond earthly measure
Time's tether—I searched for you
Unearthing treasure
Oh!—how such flavourful fantasies came true
You've pulled me from darkness
Enlightening all that surrounds us
Such soulful connection surmounts trust
Shining stardust—loving eyes sparkle
"What raw lust!"
Caressing touch—
Together, we tremble
Together, we are bright
Willfully I succumb—all-encompassing light
May our ties forever be tight
A life together—free from plight
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
I hate results,
Consequences are better...
Studies are fun,
When the findings don't matter...
For consequences postpone finalization,
And keep the story unfolding...
When research continues,
Things to be learned become never-ending...
Progress is birthed by process,
That's why it's the journey that counts...
Rigid conclusions are dead ends,
Cages which nothing new surmounts...
The happenings on the way,
Outweigh the destination...
Everybody remembers what took place during the holiday,
But not the moment one reenters their houses after a vacation...
When one disregards the ways things come to be,
It's frighteningly easy to become careless...
One might stop fighting for what's right,
And doing things properly becomes meaningless...
It also keeps (s)he who overlooks from enjoying the little things,
From appreciating dainty flowers and enjoying the fiery waves...
It makes one numb, and that is the worst of all,
For nothing alse matters but the moments and companions before we reach our graves...
When we die, then we die,
Nothing more is to come...
Death is the most empty part of our lives (if it is indeed a part of it)
So really it is none of our concern to consider life's outcome...
We should try to live for the moment and the moments after,
Just make sure it's not death for which we strive...
So let us not live for death,
But rather for life...
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
Order bent by writhing mind, twisted chaos running blind.
Dispatched orders sent by they, manipulants who on us prey.
Calculating coldly spent on that which God could not relent,
Death, that trifling matter ****** when simple life surmounts the cusp.
Feeling-less to those who dwell within this edge of seething Hell.
Impassionate and cold of eye until that hour when they must die
Then fast, humanity breaks forth…"Too late, too late", the Gods retort!
Die badly now I thee commit…incinerate in Satan’s pit!
M.
21 December 2016
A curse I now cast at all disciples of chaos, at all peddlers of death and misery, at all the tyrants of the world who have never tasted or seek to have sought, the milk of human kindness.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
Your reluctance to bark, your canine ogling. How I envy you dog. Because you are innocent.
Because you dawdle in your
coil of tonal mane.
Because you weep no deaths.
Because you somersault no beginnings.
Because you do not heed the call of silence — just stupidly beautiful curiosity you cannot word, a scruff grunt or a maniacal burst of motion. Because you only
find yourself in a sex-lock
and drowse right after.
Because there is nothing in this
world too immense for your
smallness. Tottering behind the furniture, sleeping underneath
the study, wagging your tail vehemently, welcoming with beastly pounces any stranger heralded by the wind passing
through opened doors,
because you have no daily commute,
no dread for the inevitable,
because your fruitions are measured to no better than
a toss of supplication or simply
gnawing at an old bone.
Because tomorrow
i will go to Pasay and earn a living
for perhaps, nothing— my works remain unread, my voice
still dies in its reticence, if not clubbed state.
Because tomorrow there
will be a long line of people running
in circles on the head of the
nail and soon it will rain.
Because you and I share
the same air yet never
carry the same iron of crosses
or surmounts of ineffable
boulders — i feel more chained
without a leash while you
feast in the manna of hours,
chasing a speck of shadow
or lounging at every time-trickle.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
To the horizon hides the dusk, sunrise Easternly brazen surmounts
a squirrel scurrying limbs, the atmosphere laughs at the grass dewy,
disappearing night critters hurry to hide down holes,
in day light tombs-whilst
heart shaped leaves warm,
the loam refreshed,
by the newly birthed
morn.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
I forged my dreams in the mire of regret
The past had not passed me for long
The angel of Death awaits my plea of ignorance
While the sands of time bury my aspiration
I acknowledge my mistakes
Yet, do not learn from them--
Walking backward with Epimetheus off the cliff
My disdain surmounts my discerning heart's integrity
Between me, myself, and I
We produce the same Lie
Gouging out my eyes to spite my mind
I am solely affixed to its lack of fervor
My descent into dissent imprisons me
This island is no longer a paradise
I cannot run from my own mind
But, I can turn down the volume, just for tonight...
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
I wish you were here with me in this spring season
As reunion of love and beauty needs no valid reason
Beauty is to worship and love is a chosen mission
My sweetheart my beloved you are my only passion
As light overcomes hurdles and sneaks with its streaks
Hence distances of love life surmounts mountains,peaks
Even if we are away but in my eyes are your red cheeks
My beloved do understand we do not care about critiques
Love is like an angel who travels without any real wings
Beauty is that enchanting fairy who dances and swings
Love has no season but with beauty celebrates all springs
It is like a wind which travels heart to heart with whisperings
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
Beauty of God is spread all around
Its fragrance takes me above the ground
His mercy comes down to surround
In my obedience I am bound
I know He loves His creation a lot
Being his slave I wear love knot
His beauty surmounts my beggars ***
In ocean of life He drives my yacht
I don't have words to praise His kindness
I lack figures for blessings bless
Whenever I create complete mess
I am protected by Him I confess
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
The rustic wood exudes an oak essence,
imparting feelings reminiscent of timber
running through the depths of
a contemplative mind.
The morning wood embodies a
hardness akin to the tenacity of roots
growing defiantly out of solid mountain
rock—a force to be reckoned with.
She savors a taste that mingles with a sense
of triumph, a bittersweet victory vividly
displayed through a masked countenance.
Her prowess is demonstrated by
splitting rocks effortlessly with
the razor-sharp edges of her teeth,
wielding a tongue that doubles as a
deft weapon, teasing and tasting with
calculated precision. Each fiber of the pink
flower's stem is thoroughly imbued with flavor,
with a cascade of nectar streaming down
his throat, carrying forth every inspired
thought on a voyage of fervent creativity.
Reflecting on the past reveals remnants
of everything that has been left behind,
a realm where he fearlessly surmounts
challenges from behind the scenes.
Amidst disciplined actions, he occasionally
employs stern measures, firm and
unwavering. In his possession is a
substantial jumbo jet, soaring high into
the skies, causing her eyes to involuntarily
roll back in sheer awe, a testament to the
impressive magnitude of his influence.
Apr 26, 2024
Apr 26, 2024 at 1:18 AM UTC
My open minded obsession
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My open minded obsession
Yes , be not afraid you are the one.
One obsession in my mind since we met.
Perfection in a nutshell our souls are entwined
Entwined as if we were the only ones alive now
Now both having lived lives second to none.
Mothers and Fathers of invention n evolution
In good times and in bad , happy times n sad
Never failing when at times to invent the wheel
Doubting not that we’d have success ability
Even at those tragic moments of any storm
Dearest one know that I truly, truly love you
One obsession in my mind since we met.
Being obsessed in this way is not so bad
Simply it focuses the mind into positive action
Especially as you’ve become a special friend
Special in a way that surmounts the ordinary
See I love you now and I will love you always
I can promise you a wonderful companionship
Obsessed ? Of course , for so many reasons.
Now my dearest, lay back and be obsessed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip
January 7th 2019.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC