"swinger" poems
yesterday, I caught my words crying
not out but within.
cryptic and concealed no more
as the rain poured up
and the ice melted shut. The muscles
isotonic strain kindles heart filled
hurtful strength as
endurance accelerates.
Wasted ones and fives
on groped lonely women.
The ******* forgot the fishbowl
and his keys on government steps
but remembered the leaky wineglass.
Total recall enforced
the key ring's silhouette rolls on by
looking for the keys
to grab a broom and clean up this mess
of market debt and ajar markets.
Ceiling tiles mist and swirl
and wait for mercy to strike again
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 1:16 AM UTC
We’re hand in hand and walking, down where the Camden canal runs away from us
and breaks faintly in spires, under the floating patches of, olive tree, street lamps.
She shivers on her cigarette, smoke watching, a furnace strong and foreign,
like the ******* of the incense in Rome, tracing flaming *** trails.
The bird living in my ribcage beats it’s great and terrible wings
again, and has another. I have her cold elbow fit my palm.
The pigeons obliviously sleep to the draw
of that burning London moon.
The draw I feel moving me.
down into the world
that acts as a cellar
to the one we know.
So much colder
than the heat
is, in her
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
hear the winter closed the door
many reasons wouldn't ask for more
in spring bloomig mind Is the Cure
but i would skip it for what i wore
since all what soldiers does is war
here the field awaits for the summer
While I write words, With A Hammer
To engrave The words in Every Hour
A look in my Eyes it would'nt alter
as the glimp of the hitch fire
and A sunrise drives My desire
in every season of the year
i still feel you there getting near
As falling leaf on my Shoulder
And the autumn's angular figure
here she comes as a falling star!
how long goes and how much far!
But A cloud pointing on me finger
rain!, rain!, upon your chin my sir!
sorry! a man could'nt hold a tear!
let's play the song Near the river
you rain!, I rain! who's The Winner
but take it easy, she's the swimmer
i hold my chest with so much fear
All the thoughts going about her
While She took a boat on a tinder
the water drove me like a *******
dump my heart, till it won't appear
And no matter what would occur
I Know that was nice fall in a snare
Author / Aladdin AURES H.
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
When we walked up to the door of our favourite coffee pub
You tangled your fingers around my own
And with a twist of my wrist
We went in
We order our usual from the usuals
The baristas never changed though the drinks did with the seasons
As I pull out the exact change from my coat
You shake some melted snow from your hair
We grab a seat at a nook by the window
There was a ring of dried coffee on the table
I fill it in with my mug
You joke it’s my OCD but I say it’s my love for the unappreciated
We listen to a woman with a guitar at the makeshift stage
She strums off a couple chords and sings with her lips
She fades into the background as I turn to look at you
Your eyes are closed to turn up the volume
I close mine too and let the music direct me
My mind swims like a trapeze *******
I sway with the strings and strums
Your hand grasps mine as I fall into the safety net
The guitarist is packing up
Our coffee or what’s left of it is cold
You lean over and
Two angels kissed like sinners
Two sinners kissed like angels
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 11:16 PM UTC
an aerosol angel with college-ruled wings
and paint stained fingertips
stranded in a sea of pigmentation
lately, she's been feeling out of place
not all compasses point due north
a parrot in a sea of sharks
who's never learned to sail
they're selling tickets to the shit-show on the shore line
catch the half priced sunday matanee
save the date
a trapeze ******* with a choke hold on the universe's coat tails
tap dancing through star charts and love poems at the pace of lightning's strike
some failures just have to be public
if lessons are to be learned
the prettiest ballerinas aren't afraid to fall
she's learned the hard way to find beauty in skinned knees
strength in stubbed toes
and faith in a broken heart
no point in dressing up, honey
prince charming doesn't frequent freak shows
he's an arrogant flake, anyway
her best bet is a strong man
or a fire breather
when looking for a boy to bring home
one man to bare her burdens
and another to scortch the wreckage of what's left
careful what you wish for
butterflies the size of funnel cakes shake her rib cage to pieces
silver confetti on pitted pavement
he looked so handsome beneath the neon lights
horrified and ecstatic all at once
like a lost boy in neverland
scanning the crowd of strangers for any possible princess tiger lillie's
someone to ride alongside on the ferris wheel all night
untill the sheriff shines his flashlight down the path that points them home
alone
but handsome boys know little about matters other than themselves
so she's gotten good at feeling bad
it's time to find a man
someone who can build things instead of just break them
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 3:17 PM UTC
Some folks pluck a cherry and some folks poke a peach.
I like to choose the far out fruit that others fail to reach!
for~
I’m a *******
I like to swing from tree to tree,
I’m a *******
Would you like to swing with me?
We could go out on a limb, tie up Sue and Jim,
If you want to swing then come and swing with me.
We can swing all night and could swing all day;
Till the birds and bees come out to play!
Just sing this song and swing along with me.
I’m a *******
I like to swing from tree to tree,
I’m a *******
Would you like to swing with me?
We could go out on a limb, tie up Sue and Jim,
If you want to swing then come and swing with me.
Yeh!
We can swing all night and could swing all day;
Till the birds and bees come out to play!
Just sing this song!
and swing along
with me!
X
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
it's not like a finger
it's more like an arm
i am not a mod *******
but i do have my charm
will take you by hand or
by foot if i hafta
but i'm going down south
and make you cry 'fasta'
what nobody sees,
nobody will repeat
we can do this quick
and must be discrete
darlin', your intelligent and
i love to hear you talk
but today my name is jack
and here's my beanstalk
the more you poke at it
the more it will grow
the more i poke with it
the more you will know
grab ahold tight
and don't let go
because this moby is wild
and ready to blow
sweetheart, i love you
and now that you know
thanks for the good times
but ***** you gotta go
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 6:19 PM UTC
No vices, no difference
I have some things to do tomorrow,
I think I’ll just take the wagon
I’m just waiting for something to happen
to help me make up my mind
I always imagine tragic
someone dies and they’re so close
I don’t believe in fairy tales or souls,
but I don’t even want to write their names
for fear I’ll have a hand in why they lost life’s duel
or maybe we’re all just an election away from
anarchic warring states,
where I must defend my beans and cucumbers
from slugs and marauders
If we hold it together, red China could invade
so would I rather be a prisoner or dead?
Perhaps, I’ll just meet some girl,
where I’ll feel “some” as a description does her deep injustice,
because the love will be enormous
Now, I’m courting a chickadee that’s never dull,
but her name doesn’t quite roll off the tongue
Her name is Adventure and she rolls like hills and mountains,
and speed popping truckers with their eyes and ecstatic smiles
If I’m still seeing her, I might be a gat slinging ******* out west
bumming around San Jose or Cambodiay
Hearing all that talk, I think I just want to leave,
and I guess the pay is better anyway
My mind is made up
it’s not something real
It is, was, and is still fluffed up with schooling and the words of persuasive people
their confidence in what their saying is like a lightning bolt ******* into my stem
they jammed us into waiting rooms for something called progress
they even separate the sick people
I closed my eyes to see what was real,
and saw nothing
There is no waiting room at all
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
you can jump from
swing to swing
when you know the
safety net is there
all bottled up
in highways and
happy hours
long drives through
painted lines
and exit signs
long nights spent
swinging out
as far as you can
above that safety net
picking poison
from a stainless
steel spoon
and long mornings
spent picking up the
shards of a life
that longed to be
left behind
on the road
mile markers like handholds
climbing you farther and
farther up the mountain
closed eyes keep you far from home
rolled back in escape
those painted lines
those six lanes
seventy five miles
an hour toward everything
another spoonful
another baggie
another mile
keep me from thinking
keep me from feeling
keep me from the truth
all these safety nets
saving me from myself
another night
another fight
working futiliy to
keep that hand
tighter and tighter
around my throat
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
"Ah took a swing."
He said.
His profile raised,
he drops his head to his left, to face me with his lazy eyes.
I was becoming forgetful second by second
of the dull bulb that hung over my nerves; our skin.
He bared his teeth intentionally, it seemed.
"And cracked open his skull."
His eyelids would always droop down.
But he had wild eyes.
We had a description once,
"Satan's eyes." she said. Right before having another seizure.
T'was a god-crazed epileptic; just our luck.
"But ah didn't see 'at.
Y'see, it ull 'ent black. But ah wus swingin'.
Ah know ah was.
Ah felt'et."
He was lying. Those hits were too spot on.
Intentional. Angry. Mad.
Ravishing.
"Ah know y'like me doc. Ah c'n see it in ye face.
Ye legs.
'Ey shake when ah speak 'bout how they bled."
My legs shook..
His voice trailed off into a raspy ending, a whispered sound.
"How they begged."
The inside of my mouth was flooding with saliva.
..How embarrassing..
He smiled.
"'Ee should be pot'nis, ye know. We'd make a pretty couple."
There was a pause, almost too long, before he blinked slowly
and opened his eyes to observe a crack on the wall to his right.
He had complained about it before,
"'Tis too fuckin' noticeable." He'd say.
He wanted it to be like the other walls.
He wanted it to be neat and gray.
So it wouldn't be excluded, so it wouldn't stand out.
So it wouldn't be treated differently, wrong.
So it wouldn't suffer the injustice of the majority.
He hated things being out of place.
Mostly because he was sick of being out of place himself.
Ironic, I'd say.
He had a passion for making a mess out of his victims.
Ring..
The timer.
Ring..
Ring..
"See ye t'morrow doc."
Ring..
My legs were planted to the ground he smiled on.
Ring..
Ring..
..I think I love you.
Ring..
Ring..
Ring..
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
What thoughts I have of you tonight, hidden friend, for I skipped through the grey with a head full of brightness that managed to seep on through.
In one of my short wanders, I passed by dreaming of a future with you filling up the void.
What rules to break, what numerous revelations to be sought after,
the safety net has a tear the size of a watermelon.
I saw you, my little trapeze ******* doing a balancing act fit for the judges. Who are you trying to impress, who else would you dance for?
Are you the wolf at my door?
I wandered between those strings, pressed back from fear of spiders.
We couldn’t there’s too much guilt, a dead swan on the lake,
Never is there room for another prodigal’s son.
Where are we going with all this, is there a light you're following that I don’t see? You’re being called elsewhere, I understand,
but if i never see you again let me feel the lack.
Meanwhile we will tame the tigers with whips and chairs, we will shout into microphones from across the room. Crowds before us, all hungry for a show, to see the performance of our lives. Ah Pandora, you may leave your box closed for now as I fear this ballerina has caught a bad case of stage fright, along with the tigers.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
Am I relevant enough to scribble my name
on the dance card of your heart?
Your passive loyalty and interest make you to be a *******
but I've always much preferred the constancy of choreography
and heat on the Fourth of July.
So please tell me why:
Why must I always play the follow
to your non-remorseful lead?
My shiniest records were always for you
as were my collective Saturday nights,
the hours spent practicing and sweating
preparing, only to be worthy.
I should know better
seeing as this is the 14th time
you've broken the gramophone.
Perhaps it's time for a new waltz.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 6:18 PM UTC
I'm lifted.
Floating to the place where I'm just high enough off of the ground to feel the boundless freedom
and just low enough that coming down won't hurt me a bit.
I'm seven again.
On the playground where me and my schoolyard buddies used to play tag.
I would have never imagined in my youth that two of those kids would be gone
by my senior year of high school.
None of that matters now.
Randy is seven too, and he doesn't even know what alcohol is yet.
Sarah is six again, and has yet to know that your heart can be broken.
Dan is "it", and all the girls are running from him.
but this was a time before the needle and before the germ.
Back than they ran from him because he was "it",
now they run from him because they don't wanna catch "it".
No one would have guessed it,
That this was our fate.
That we would ever grow older.
That we would ever grow up.
That five students of our graduating class would be mothers.
That two of my best friends would be dead.
None of that matters now,
I'm seven again.
We're playing tag.
The swingset is a safe zone.
No one can touch me here.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 1:34 AM UTC
Your eyes are very unfaithful,
A swindling ******* you are.
You bereft me of all that light,
A dwingling light you were..
Youth had enticed me closer,
A cheating partner stabs me...
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
We have a cat
He’s a ******* and a ****
I’ll give you that.
We have a cat
He reminds me of a loose woman
He leaves all day and then again late at night.
We have a cat
My stepbrother bought him an ace little collar
Sometimes he comes home without it on.
We have a cat
He goes out and shags all the neighborhood ******
Half of them are up the duff by him I bet.
We have a cat
We don’t treat him too well
So he runs away from us.
We have a cat
His life with the neighbors is far better
He’d bite your arm off to be there instead of here.
We have a cat
I know how he feels
I bit my arm off to be with the neighbors instead of you.
We have a cat
He and I are quite the same
I follow out on his paws when he leaves.
We have a cat
You killed the cat
Now **** me too.
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
Aging
The lazy orange hammock *******
Drink down my thought into your skin,
of lazy orange hammock swinging.
lie down easy and look at the sky , the sun burning away the clouds which turn whispy and start thinning.
orange hammocks between great fragrant green pine trees as the autumn winds come in.
lazy orange hammock swinging as my mind centres on time travelling,
all we are doing is lazy orange hammock swinging as the autumn winds come in.
all we are doing is lazy orange hammock swinging as the autumn winds come in.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 6:58 AM UTC
Back in the day they called it " gripping the duds"
Nowadays the little bits are nipped in the bud,
Protect your jewels their hanging doubloons,
They can squeeze like grapes, or get popped
Like balloons. Don't get a woman mad she will
Grip em for you. Protect your jewels, no ailment
With soothe. If you loose your dudsy buddies
You'll lose mankind to. But if you loose your
Peanuts, you always have left the hanging ******* Just
Don't let him out in public.,HEY ****** Put away that
******
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
I wish to be free to thinkWithout limitsBirthed again without sin in the unique place I rest my headOnly with no thoughts but my own wild dreamsTo be released into this world as a dreamer and ******* of branchesAs a newbie donning the cape of ignorance and embracing the sword of naivetyA knight or chivalry not know to this generationA pallium to imagine to wildest and purestAn arrow to the sky propelled by desire to fly
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 9:56 AM UTC
Smiles, contentment and completion the energy leading us, darkness, pain, jealousy and envy stood by and watched us itching for participation in the beautiful game of God’s artistic hand crafting before our souls, we strolled through the garden of Eden with powerful mighty slingshot of David, the determination of Moses, The courage of Joshua, the wisdom of Solomon, the passion of Christ, the love of Yahweh, we played out exactly according to the instruction of the Great I am, the I that is and will always be I, the heavenly I am that I am, the sun rose and set smiling, dancing as always as it does, the enemy never backed off maybe also playing to the instructions from the side darker deadly as sin, when eventually after the feast from the table prepared before the nemesis, just when the body is ready to rest and the soul ready to rise, Judas the doubting love child, the roaring lion that steals, destroys and kills with a kiss betrayed the pillar of human kind, the chosen son, the holder of the stick that separated the river Jordan, the ******* of the killer slingshot, the definer of wealth, glasses splintered, classes begun, blood of the lamb splashed, the world got washed and hope and freedom and completion got birthed, no grave can hold me, in 3 days I rose, I am alive and forever will be, devil is a lie and a liar and he lost, love prevails and I live on to right my wrongs as I write them, beer bottles will not win, hail king of kings, a piece about deceit, this is the day my friend got scarred on his face for life, from a family member for life, a cousin he can never disown, the Judas of the twelve.
Jamaleri© 2014
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
To those that demands acceptance.
When others fight against your life style.
Comprehend patience and understanding required.
If born a boy and now chose to be transgender.
Realize patience and understanding is required.
Your mother might disagree, it's her right.
Nothing is achieved over night.
For *********** you can't expect instant recognition.
When many times some hides truth when meeting a real fella.
We, all have faced opposition to something.
When many times those protesting does things undercover.
Notice, the self righteous get exposed of various troubles.
Especially, when protesting life styles of others.
If a person of secret encounters or ******* life.
Patience and understanding is required there.
And reasons are very apparent.
That's why we hear about patience is a virtue.
Cause wisdom always wins out.
When forces comes against you.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
I said how sorry I was for bothering him so much
and making our relationship awful
he said it wasn't awful,
but I guess to him he'd have to be afraid
I would come at him with an ax
for it to be awful
Awful is all relative, it's still awful to me
I obsess about another who I don' t even like
How can this be?
So easy for me
I think that's how I got married
I apologized to this one and he didn't care either
"No worries," he says, he's a ******* much younger
women, you know, they just can't keep their minds off of me
It's all fodder for his ego, but like a blood drip from my veins
but you don't understand, I want to shout, I don't even like you
I think I'd have a terrible time with you
but I want to call you every day
and you repulse me, I have no respect for you
So there I am, abandoned, alone, in my crazy mind
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
maybe one day
25 years from now
when my mind isn't so dull
and my trees aren't so bare
and my throat isn't so numb
I'll conjure up enough words
free from disfluency and stutter
that capture moments
like the ******* model 20.
Efflorescence or
Chatoyance or
Gossamer
will coin it all,
And I'll write them on parched paper
with solid gold ink and
seal it
so the words never escape me again.
But until then, let's just go with love.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
Holiday cheers, the spirits now here to up the downpit moods! Where swinger's go singers, and companionship is far beyond due!
Stringed up longing, stuffed feathered innocent pleasures where the gravy spells of finer of many dinings!!
Bring good tidings you attitude bringer, you dope sick slinger, thine gun has drawn itself to fast!!!! Parties awake the deadened vines, where ghastly projectors contract the powers of unearthly glass!!!
The world moves to slow!, STOP, look ahead fantasizer, the escalated wheels to fast!!!
Sodomatic beauty, input newbie, your thistles are spreading the fences, where trashcans and benches distinguish flawful fate!!!
A fulfillment of vows, a timeless volgate. Proverbial collection's detest the furnaced crucible, where Loophole's are bound and bagged to be stench!!!!
Glider of turbulance, father of remembrance, forget what thine holy teacher has taught you to be???
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
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And I will throw myself against the
Barbed wire of OBLIVION
so that others
May climb up my back
And leap into ETERNITY
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC