"swifty" poems
“The executioner’s face is always well hidden”
a Bob Dylan lyric
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mine own “ex,” in chest encased, silent, with grimacing smile,
happy to be of sir-vice, sent home unhappy, cause his cut,
not quite deep enough
this time,
though nearly succeeded,
but his biz is an-all-or-none inclusive Swifty tour, disillusioned,
he don’t get paid unless he brings my punched ticket to a glorious
sadness conclusion
someone asked (axed in local accent) if I’m nearer my god
having survived despite my best efforts at self destruction,
to which I’m smiling when uttering a “heartfelt prayer” of
Hell No!
cause the channel always been open and either side can initiate when so desired, the gates of love always open,
so wasn’t surprised when playing with my matches,
he went silent, but knew fully well, Mr. G a risk taker,
put his roulette chips on a “basket bet,” (1)
needing a double 00, to collect,
because, shoot, the timing was good…
Me?
ain’t naive enough to hope that a prayerful request
would not be met with a “now you want some intercession?”
and a heavenly sneer, cause we always been perfectly clear,
with each other, ask and you won’t receive, and none of that
what have you done for me lately razzamatazz,
nah, the record impurities gray
and no pencil erasures allowed…
knowing that the executioner will be back’ round someday,
my wounded heart too tempting to pass up twice, and
that’s ok, this old man learned to live with
a not entirely pleasant uncertainty,
*”This old man, he played one,
He played knick-knack on my thumb;
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Give the dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.”*
but he didn’t play two, having no kazoo!
Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 12:24 PM UTC
Every meal is hard to swallow
With you present at the table
My stomach rumbles
Yes, in pain
The swifty of my ways
I absolutely hate eating with you
Yearn to I do, retch
The unpleasant time
In which should be my fathers
My hero, NO MATTER WHAT
You take his place at the table
But never, will you EVER have a place in my heart
Ruined it you have for yourself
Many not once a time
including grandmother, has she despised you.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 7:38 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish
To live the eagle's life.
Full of light and sharp eyesight,
Upward over 600 meters
But still,sharp to locate a mole underground.
With speed and swifty,
Lightening as it strikes .
Devotion to risking,
Can pass trough a metal and die
Just aiming at the mole,
Powerful and strong,
Can cause currents,to storm stumbling blocks,
Moving them out of its way,
Success to pick grasses
If at all to miss the mole.
I am growing the eagle
And crazy i am,
I will pick a stone
If at all i miss Gold,
But i am aggressive
I will finally pick myself GOLD.
YOU CAN TOO LIKE MY STORY
be the next eagle,
Sharp eyesight you employ
See the opportunities, and try
If you miss them don't cry
If you get them don't die,
Grow stronger and fight harder
Pass through metal if you miss focus
Employ swift motion
Calculate more than a computer ,
Be risking,
One day,
YOU WILL GO HOME FULL OF SMILE.
I tell you.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
It could be the duchess
Or maybe the CEO
Or the media mogul
Who almost stole the show
Consider the brash *******
(He does look kind of shifty)
Then again there is the gambler
(Everyone calls him "Swifty")
Check out the carefree diplomat
With that fake smile but no charm
And then there's the airhead heiress
With tattoos adorning her arms
My money's on the senator
Always running, always winning
His wife seems kind of suspect too
With her endless mindless grinning
And then there is the debutante
Who flirted with the football star
And don't forget the pro golfer
Who spent so much time at the bar
But after all that guessing
Throughout the suspenseful show
Turns out the butler did it
...As if I didn't know!
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
My pores are ******* you in.
I'm noticing this tone, through all my words, and warps and pieces,
it's like wordplay but less fun and more caustic.
My peach tree, shaken, branches splayed
(I really like your peaches won't you shake my tree?)
Peach, just a small variation away from bleach,
which is a variation of blech,
which is what is often going through my mind when I think of ways to respond to you.
My sparkling diamond of a
(kitchen floor)
soul, scrubbed red raw,
sometimesIwishIdidn'tchangeasmuch
asIpretendIhave,orrecognizethatIhaven't,really.
I want to eat crack
(s in the linoleum)
all day, on my patio, and be surrounded by good vibes.
Vibesvibesvibes.
My ache is raw,
like an egg freshly cracked,
or the red meat on the counter.
Your flesh (my meat),
my red gaping open string of words and saliva.
This had every intention of being a light, swifty thing.
Furiously twittering (twitter wickedly),
my mind isn't always this dark I promise.
I promise a million things, but I'm still trying to understand myself.
Understand myself, oversit yoursociety.
Why do you take your pictures with your open mouth?
You are drooling all over my lens.
Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 9:46 AM UTC
Mind, Soul lost by the unsueing reality of deception
Bewildered, by change, unable to forget, forgiving's only inches from the pain
Strange trees seen in in this forest of lies, unable to see
What is real, and who will be real with this man's unbrageous heart
Knowing only who betrayed, blinded by who loved him once
Times are gone, for healing
Times for change swifty seize, a man's hope for redemption,
Light is seen through the darkness, sanguineness is in view now, for this betrayed soul
Grab hold, never let go
For fear of no return, to plummet in a perpetual state of disatifactory,
The man just wishes for happieness in a pernicious world
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 8:04 AM UTC
Whatis it about US?
Where do We go from Hear?
There's nothing left to sever
cause you just ate your ears
Their is no 1 willing to deliver
the Kind-Ness-sities of Life,
of Love,
No 1 can stand to give It ^.
We can race to the Moon and find Nothing there
Yet We litter our flags like worn underwear.
Though, My words are Frost Bitten Lakes of Reality
Stricken by Tundra and Tobacco leaf
Hidden by the Blister of Blizzard Breeze
Like locos voting on police seas
policies to put them on the streets
These words May never reach beyond,
My **** n Brain
this Cold War We Never win
10 Adam Bombs to Send
US and Them
a swifty end
A ****** Post card to God
that says " HA HA Amen"
The End
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC
hair dashing vision deploy sud featherless\
motion in active taste bud slipped on eternal\
tip of my tongue whistle lunge internally\
**** drizzle dripped seating scampi intestine\
grip swung intensity hitting uvula grump\
the bedroom slippers pajama snap running\
throat hiccups stuck doll sitting smudge crap\
pat tack in scratch mouth I due alley loop mucus\
packing trunk wood you irritate stove chappy baker\
hunk the lock spinning the sling cling on schnapps\
surviving by the beer Craving Peace of ear confession minding\
the sake of better judgement intrigue maleficent impression\
spite traditional contraceptive contradict hypocritical Kitab rewrite\
Ktab inducting paschen arrange friction pronounce tissue adjudicated\
hit or miss mission issue clevis tension ******** metabolism buoyant crevice\
sullied virginity abolishing hip ripping meat window damp moist cherry\
fur confined steed Structurally Mounting **** transcoding soil instrumenting\
matrimony ring band regent gown slapping *** crack Larry the Cable Guy wed\
Din Din Baby Fat Naming like/
be Naming Baby Shat Chat/
bei spin nozzle creek up/
drift bottleneck swifty/
dream line bleachers/
above the body top/
under tummy tuck/
wackbush stroke/
c ******** broad/
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
Are we long overdue?
Because no more do I see any potential in you...
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 2:09 PM UTC
I stare ahead at the wavy blue,
As I recall the lovely sue.
Her love is still well hooked within,
I am not so sure where to begin.
There was a time my heart was free,
A hummingbird on a willow tree.
But what fate had in store for me,
Changed my life a great degree.
I never thought I would fall in love,
With a pretty rose, a tender dove.
She grasped my heart with a swifty swing,
It hit me hard, not just a sting.
I lost my mind and self control,
But knew I’m here to play a role.
For what I learned along the way,
Love is a game no one can play.
Aug 25, 2024
Aug 25, 2024 at 10:31 AM UTC
I could not have been more sure about my feelings,
Until the day you and I began,
I knew for sure that it has always been you,
The one whom I have been waiting for,
You came in my life, like a bolt swifty taking all of me away;
Piece by piece,
I knew from the start that you would change my life,
I prayed for the day to come where God gives you a chance to prove to my family about your worth,
About the love that you have for me,
Our promises were not just put in words,
I carved each and every bit of detailed conversations we had to my heart,
I know you are my other half,
And I know that it's only you i want.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
There's days
where I look outside a window
and feel like I have no talent at all
I begin to say words in my head
that swifty intertwine together
like pieces to a puzzle
I apologize for all the years wasted
looking at the ground
angry at the world
I'm looking higher
than the clouds now
Further than the stars
I see the whole universe
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC