"sweetening" poems
Seek solace in solitude
There’s a world of silence
Mirrors the inner beauty
A reflective mind ponders
Enwrapped in the echoes
The mantra of eternal truth
Soul elevated to a stage
Sweet harmony of realization
Hymns of pure ecstasy
Pours through the ears as honey
Sweetening the existence
Shimmering light is kindled
An unusual radiance enthralls
Meanings of life deciphered
Gifted with moments of bliss
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
there was a sparkle in her eyes
I saw it
I saw it
no one else paid her any attention
and only I noticed the apple cores of her hands
unfulfilled
starving
hysterical
barren
barred
so she resorted to magic
the crazy stuff of existence
like the wheat she stashed in her sandbag heart
and when it found her not
despair shook the earth
around her sorrowful body
permeating disillusion
confusion
immersion in nothingness nothingness nothing
lonely lonely
and bottle caps launched from her fingernails
from the spiraling stems of madness that rampaged through her bulging pulse
with piercing shards of nothingness nothingness nothing
splitting her glowing veins
and sweetening her ever-kind
clueless
knowledgeable
brain brain brain
and where was the world?
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
I know an abyss is
between you and me
seas and oceans billow
the overlooking moon
is untouched like it was before.
I know drifting off onto
a moonlight polished pillow
is not everyone's lucky go.
But not that never
once or more
did a star one or two
among the zillions
across your lunar brow
peeped in my dream
sweetening my nap.
But I know no sleep never
can made me forgot
my only moon-dew firefly glows
tuberoses shine by my windows!
Jul 11, 2022
Jul 11, 2022 at 8:31 PM UTC
"Like a prayer in church to God
you are to me precious love: " "knowing you is loving you thus, Knowing me is loving me."
~~
How sweet lies sound near or far
how bitter truth tasted as
memories arrived so awkward
It's bitterness lessened with understanding true love
maturing sweetening and
cruel Mr Ttime relentless I'm
In silence and in time
God allowed me to see
where i erred and failed
.I ask God to show me to lead me
as head not as chopped up tail.
God showed me what I couldn't see
showed those I injured unintendedly
parroting unkind words in ignorance
what you want us all to see.
Please notice my lonely waves
Predictable unchanging.
Drop your pebbles in my sand pond
that everything in me may be altered in your grace Lord
Bless a peace my every loved one.
Remove all enemies from our paths.
Bring my loved ones back to my caring selfless Godlike realms
anchored in your mercy God..
~~~~
Karijinbba.
Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 7:27 AM UTC
So I miss you in the spaces
Where your hands go
The between times
In our sleeping
Where maybe we aren't even touching
But I can feel you
Hear your breathing
In the spaces in between
Sweetening my blood
Flowing thick
Like mesquite honey
Hummingbirds in my stomach hovering
And drinking
their fill
And I'm enough for something
Sustenance for something
Other than me
Enough for someone
Who sees my betweens
And puts his hands
Where they need to be
Warms them
On my belly full of flowering mesquite
Nectar for the humminbirds
And bees
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
I can't walk in
flowered printed heels
I've watched you study yourself in
the mirror
steady neck leading down to
gentle shoulders and halcyon hands
sour ideas filling my brain I'm
imagining my hands
sweetening your concerned
soft-muscled legs
into certainty
bronze-brown strands of curly hair
on dark grey seats
I sense dancing trees behind me
and savor the beautiful bitterness
of abyssal secrets
on my saccharine tongue
your collar bones are silken
and veiled with Taurus-led
misunderstandings.
mine are always veiled with
uncertainty and
sporadically veiled with
you
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
Gum is another tongue in your mouth,
taste-bud studded with sugar and pink
Hubba Bubba Double Bubble
Your jaw feels like expanding bread
when you rest from chewing
flatten it into a saucer and
let it balloon from your mouth,
it distends like an internal *****
or the full stomach of a frog
spilling from your lips
(When he stretches, you see veins
********* across his amphibian chest)
It hooks itself on your nose
and wilts into a pink tangle.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 1:38 PM UTC
I’m more afraid of losing you than I am of losing myself
To force one to create;
To turn the gears of the mind by force of will
Ironic;
That the source of creativity has become so artificial,
Like plastic flowers in an outdoors garden,
Not wrong,
Not dangerous,
Unsettling;
One of these things is not like the other.
Something is wrong;
This is too familiar,
I have been here before.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve known you my whole life,
Silence is a spirit which haunts me,
Hold my tongue,
Punching my gut,
Every time brave words bloom in my throat,
This banshee screams reality in my wind-beaten face.
She is subdued by a fraternal bond, a weightless chain,
Silence is tamed by the right company,
The demon exorcised from my body,
I am sanctified in brief lucidity,
Clarity, however fleeting still exists,
Despite the holes in your brain,
The ultimate in body modification.
Every ugly duckling is told they’re a swan,
So they seek their kind,
Unable to set roots,
Assured that there is a kindred spirit,
You just have to find them.
You don’t know what you have until it’s gone,
They ugly duckling becomes more shark-like every day,
Unable to stop, a flower constantly about to wither,
With age comes beauty,
The Rhododendron expels an army of stamens,
Male in essence, coloured neon pink,
******* objects of desire for the hungry bee,
Honey and perfume,
Comfort and poison,
The children of flowers,
Opposing in nature,
Twins in function,
Sweetening, attracting, saturating,
Numbing the tongue,
Burning the nose,
So sweet I could *****
I want more time and you want more attention,
Kind gestures, kind reward,
So sweet that I’m sick.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
Love is Young; Love is Old
Old love in age Young love at heart
A never dying feeling felt more in death
The Sweetness of Love is always better than its bitterness
Yet the feeling of Loves' bitterness is why we love more
Love is Pain; Love is Gain
Painful Love is Jealous
Gainful Love is Humorous
Old Lovers die in gain
Young Lovers hurt in pain
The experience of Love
When it is from the wrong place
a sweet feeling hurting a thrilling
As the tastes of the Bitter Kola
stays bitter until chewed and swallowed further
Then the sweetness sips in sweetening
Ife Orogbo; an old love that loves long
bearing all through thick and thin
In Sickness and in Health
till death do you part
like gold in fire; fish in water
Ife Orogbo; True Love Grows Old
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
Two friends, two lively runaways
Skin tinted light bulb white-
A vague starched contrast to pistachio Mays
So many tides of turquoise fears
Lave rooted feet in flight unseen thus far
In moon parade resulted earthly years
Few never landing kites are brushed against a shooting star
Wait! Now listen. There he comes.
Vein lianas pierce his pale wrists-
Pan plants steps on earthy lumps -
This straying soul the aging still resists
You may spot him in a forest
Leaving seasoned feral brae
With some berries wild in August,
Sweetening strangers' welcomed stay
"Have you seen my Darling, boys?
She wears ribbons in her hair
Darns old lovely teddy toys
Pray this life to her is fair."
"No, but say the author tells the truth
Lives your Wendy in a city
And her children know the sooth
They are little, yet so gritty"
Peter smiled :"Well, then I will bring them all
They'll attend the fairies' ball!
Now close your eyes and let us fall
If muffled in a fairy dust no harm will ever you befall
Onward, over a forgotten cave
Peter's flute in silence lays
Upward for a foggy cradle crave
Three flying figures in ablaze
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
Electric tension crackles across your lips,
tiny bolts from tiny hurricanes raging around the eyes of your pupils.
We sit where two halls meet,
parallel paths on perpendicular lines,
an x marking, a t crossed, the intersection with
our eyes playing a game of red light, green light.
A smile, possibly imposed,
a gold spot where my finger touched the blush
of rose begs rising on the hills of your cheeks,
your shyness fogging your glasses
and your passion hiding in deeper dimples.
A smile, possibly imposing,
building trenches in your face to match the
sharpness of your chin and contrasting the
charm leaking out of the corners of your mouth like faulty boxes,
packages, boxes and bags tied with ribbon in denial,
the fabric timeless tapestries torn and tied around the tree like tinsel.
You touched my hand,
drawing me back on the sketchbook tiles, shading me in
when my mind wandered off to wonder.
It sounded like the moments between the fingers of
impatience and angry clocks.
Tick tock transgressions make me a momentary monarch of mirth before I
falter and realize that you biting your levi lip
to hold the tide back
means that the hurricane is swelling.
You apologize because of secrets you hold in Roman ruins
and for sweetening the cyanide syllables.
You regret these moments, because unlike promises,
you can’t recant.
You stand and storms pass, stomachs settle and
the last jagged bolt streaks
into oblivion.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
September morning and the blush pink of a child's eyelid
layers
With soft Wedgewood blue
And a silvery white.
Feathery treetops shiver in the light breeze
And there is a delicious chill in the air.
Contrails break apart in slow motion
Resting on the daybreak's skyline.
A blackbird hops across the dewy grass
To take his morning slice of stale bread.
Rose petals crimped and heavy wait
Patiently to be dried in the pastel sun.
There is no sadness as the summer slips by;
Just memories of freshly mown grass
On parish fields, of light, of warmth,
Of sea and country walks
Sweetening, like apples
In a sand box.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
Your love is hard
like rocks
in my belly
in the morning;
like starting the countdown
to a three-day drunk
a week later,
at every turning point,
every shadow
of an angle,
I am taking roads
I have never
crossed,
I am watching
water run
in crystalline rivers
toward alleys
I've never known.
When they ask me
for money
or Marlboros,
I say yes,
please,
I would like those too.
I would like to eat
bagels
in the sun
with crinkly paper in my teeth
and sour cream cheese
sweetening in the liquor.
My landscaper's shoulders
and granite deltoids
are now green with lime
and lichens.
Girls like to run
their
hands over them;
but they are hungry
for your hands
and the lavishing footsteps
of your fingernails.
When I wake up
I put enough water in the
coffee-maker
for about
twenty cups,
and enough
***** in those
twenty cups
for a three-day drunk.
Your love is hard like ice-cold *****
and boiling coffee
that
mutilates tastebuds
and
makes my belly feel real good.
But not talking to you for awhile;
it's easier to warm up in the morning
so I can cool down at night,
and by the pink dawn
of darkness
I could get back to working my belly
with ***** rocks, and
Marlboros.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC
Afternoons spent crying, weeping
Nights a-howling, raging.
Love covers them all up, calming
Like chocolates a-dripping.
Loneliness, frustration, sadness,
Melancholy, and anger boiling.
Love coats them all up, sweetening
Like chocolates a-dripping.
A bar of caramel, a sound
A visit in sense from all around
You fill me all up, embracing
Like chocolates a-dripping.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC
ANSEO A TÁ TÚ
(YOU ARE HERE )
Spring had come
dressed the farm
in its best green.
Even the sky
wore the latest blue
a sort of shy
eternity.
Birds had been
perfectly positioned
after a great deal of thought
by whoever had put them
there.
Furrows crawled lazily
across the face of a field
glistening with a newness
that the day couldn't
help but be
excited by.
The trees were beside
themselves
madly in love
with time
who had been kind
to them for ages now.
Ballea lay
smiling before him
Even its very name
made his heart dance.
Even the very saying of it
made his soul swoon.
"Anseo a tá tú!"
he says to himself.
The Irish sweetening
each loved syllable.
"You are here!"
he reminds himself
in case one of the birds only
spoke English.
And never was the boy
who had come back
in the shape
of a man
as delighted
as he.
"Anseo a tá tú. . .indeed!"
his ghost smiles to his self.
***
I am wishing that in his dying my father will return to the little farm in Cork and complete his life cycle by being the ghost of the little boy who adored the earth and sky of his native place. I wanted to hold his hand and bring him here even if only in words. Da...you are here!
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC
Begin with the meat.
Venison, if you seek authenticity;
if you were raised white,
ground beef will do.
The mirapoix can be purchased
if you no longer till
the back yard.
Potatoes and peas and corn
as well. No matter
what the commercials say,
frozen tastes nothing like
fresh from the earth.
If Grandfather did not
milk the cow and churn the butter,
saute the vegetables and meat
in half a stick.
Flour was bought and traded for
for many generations;
just open the bag and add a quarter cup.
Beef stock is such a
pain in the *** to make.
Safe, sterile boxes
with tamper-proof caps
so much more convenient.
Let the soup simmer for
what seems to be a lifetime,
then open two cans
of hominy, drain them,
and add to the ***
letting the smell
summon the memories
of whole families.
Adjust the seasoning,
sweetening the broth
with a tear or two
before serving.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
I have left the imprint
of my body
on your wild grasses
under your wild hedges
I have slept the sweet
sleep of an embering fire
in your arms
and known
your lips on mine
as a sweetness of the
dancing rain on leaves
your soulhands have
blended me together
like the scent of meadowflowers
sweetening the air
and I have been embraced and
enearthed
in the ground of your sweet being
been received by and have received
your sweet soul Love
you have made of me
a meuse
an imprint in wild grasses
under wild hedges
in your generous and generating
heart
c. 2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
a quiet story
before the locked doors or
three way mirrors
a spider whispers
a lesson from a devil on hot
pale scales pipe high virginal
ballads in black smoke broken
by smiling Poussin
bells plunge down towers
sweetening prisons with
spiders clenched recitals
and 24 carat bourbon
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 12:49 AM UTC
Come like winter
to the lake
Freezing my body
numb and motionless
letting my soul flow
like water
caressing me
from within
Come like spring
to the pine tree
Pushing me from inside
Budding with new desire
Making new life
Ecstasy to each flower
Come like summer
to the fruit
Ripening me from within
sweetening with all your heat
Rotting the undesired
peeling off my shell
rosy and fired
Come like autumn
to the forest
Taking the peace away
Cleansing with each gust
playing like a master may
sweeping me your way
With every passing season
i stray and i negate
please just come
don't make me wait
Come like you would
from me, taking me away
don't let me cry no more
Resonating as the Ney
---Sunday, April 28, 2013
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
I crave your taste
Still picking up your scent
Your golden eyes glistening
Still cast their spell
I'll sit here sober-minded
Rotting in my bed
Empty glass of ice
In my trembling hands
Until that honey warm liquid
Trickles down my throat
An addict to your being
A slave to your form
Oh Sweetening pleasure
Grace me with your presence
Take away this reality
That's killing me
Worse than your poison
edited 2012
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 6:39 PM UTC
Coffee is my life blood
A love affair as strong as I like it
Sweet as I want it
Shots if I'm tired
Weak when I'm wired
All a-bored the caffeine espresso
Oops, I mean express
Express my adoration
The sole foundation
To my motivation
To reach completion
And finish my work
Late at night
Early in the mourning
After the wake-ing
Lazy afternoons
And in the evening
I'll add my sweetening
Or keep it bitter
Like the glares
From my mother
As I fill up another
Cup of smooth, brown freedom
Add some nitro
When I'm dead
To refill my head
With the words that I said
A moment ago
I'll take it blow by blow
Shot by shot
Milligram by milligram
Of caffeine, coffee, constant
Reminder of how easy
It is to get rid
Of exhaustion
Even if only for a moment
Or a lunch break
Or a tired mourning
Or as I write this poem
I love you, coffee
In any way, shape, or form
That you may come
In any size or flavor
To get me to savor
The tang of the coffee
As long as I'm longing
For some more caffeine
My addiction isn't waning
As my love grows for you
With each sip I swallow
And each nickel I borrow
Just to buy
One more cup
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light,
the heart-sweetening light!
Ah, the light dances and the sky opens,
the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.
the light is generosity, is shattered into gems,
and it scatters its golden aura in profusion.
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 2:09 AM UTC
I hear the subtle sound of heartache
calling across the quay,
young lovers spell Joni's words
with the catkins of the tree.
I feel the heavy weight of lover's wake
as we dream on through the day,
old demons used to poison me,
before you took them all away.
I taste the blood in chocolate wine
and it's sweetening my mind,
it's telling me of fortune's treat,
when good intention is combined.
I smell the human in our longing sweat
as I press into your skin,
steady as my doubts are perished,
all happiness, lived again
I see the poetry in street-lights
imitating the moon,
telling me when darkness falls,
light will follow soon.
I know there's more out there
than ever I've seen,
more than whatever I am
and whatever I've been.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
Smoke rose from a cigarette,
Broken in passing breeze
Began to dissipate,
Vanishing but for a memory
It had once lingered there
To sully spring's air.
Existence still transient,
As mind will cast away
This trivia as passing of the day.
What was becomes nothing.
Shadows are for moments,
Specters of light not there,
So as emotions profound,
Sounds of beloved voices
Once sweetening time
Cease to be when forgotten.
Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 6:45 PM UTC