"tars" poems
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•look far...
to the horizon•as the sun
dips into the ocean •most magnific-
ent display of colours • radiance in yell-
ows and captivating ambers•majestic specta-
cle that will dwindle within minutes•no words
could match such beauty that deals in infinites •
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
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I nfinite
S tars
I nfinite
S pace
Her lithe and arched body
protecting her child. Earth.
Holding hands with her sister,
the twin Goddesses of Truth.
Her name stolen by the liars,
Her glory tarnished with the blood
of the innocent and brave.
So, who's voice will be Her hero?
Her modern lover. Champion.
Her contemporary pharaoh?
© Pagan Paul (13/06/16)
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
after Gwendolyn Brooks
Last night we got fried
While you stayed inside.
Can’t say we tried.
What’s your excuse?
Tonight we drive cars
Drunk to bars.
You’re stuck in the tars
Of that **** Spanish.
We’re good to go
You repeat “No.”
What a great show
bare-breasted ENCORE!
Have fun retiring
We’ll be expiring
Our children perspiring
At the thought of us leaving them nothing.
Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 3:59 AM UTC
Youths, the sight of thy pants menacingly looming over the waistband of your ill fitting trousers doth not fill my heart with joy this fine afternoon.
Nor doth the stench of your rancid marijuana which oozes from your pores and combines with your ever present lynx masked body odour.
I see you stroll with all the grace of a strategically shaved ape,
as you migrate with your "Fam" to linger like wastrels outside the Spar in the hope of cheap cider, stolen smokes and easy girls...
And I wonder at the devoid nature of our future while it rests on your rounded, work shy, knuckle dragging shoulders.
I fear the brush thats tars us all.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
Breathless is the SEA —
Wild her eyes, and brash her cries,
Unforgiving, SHE.
Far-flung from the lea,
Men have yearned to hear her sighs,
Breathless is the SEA.
Beckoned from the quay,
Ships endure her fall and rise,
Unforgiving, SHE.
Unto each: The Free,
The Poor, The Slaves, Wealthy, Wise —
Breathless is the SEA.
Jack-tars fear her Fee:
Eighth-bell tolls for their demise,
Unforgiving, SHE.
Ever SHE will be
A mirror to heavenly skies —
Breathless is the SEA,
Unforgiving, SHE.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
I have written poems that hymn their love of mute birds
And poured the stars into their palms
I have burned their feathers into words
That shone like ember in your jars
I thought these birds were your guardians
And you'd succumb to my merciful massacre
I haven't realized it was obvious
That you were nothing but a traveller
I have written poems that hymn their love of hummingbirds
And sprinkled salt on their scars
I have turned their chords into pearls
Crimson-blooded and tars
I thought these birds were your audience
That would succumb to a wrangler
Now it is clearly obvious
That the letters of your name
And the venom of your face
Are but a constriction that is vascular
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
tires and kerosene
rubber to skin
here eyes speak of death
and he's the willing victim
fist and stones
tars and feathers
a shameless walk
for the heart he chose
mob marching
rope's burning
vultures waiting
the world is hers for the taking
skulls and bones
tears and moans
the guilty screams
for the burning love untold
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 7:12 PM UTC
You’re a smack down
Kick-around, clueless clown
That tells unfunny jokes
And runs with the blokes
That put up with your antics
And your busted semantics
Because they think someday
Things might swing your way
And they can profit by association
With a human abomination
That enjoys investing atrocities
With scarifying velocity
On the halt and the lame;
Running opportunistic games
On those who cannot defend;
World without end, amen.
But heaven forfend
That you might have a friend
Who seems a holy prophet
But does not seek for profit
And acolytes to their cause;
A bogus Santa Claus
Who leeches from the people
In his church without a steeple,
Just microwave towers
Sprouting like ugly flowers
To spread out the message
So we can read every passage
That boil down to a sermon
To send money to this vermin
Your bund proclaims a messiah
When he is really a pariah
Nobody has yet recognized
He’s so well disguised.
But, be aware, polecat
Some know what your at
And what you are doing
I nothing more than accruing
That which you can bank.
You have nobody to thank
For the outcome you inherit
From the outcome you assume
When your calumnies bloom
Into the realities that appear
When the truth draws near
And tars and feathers you
And when your victims do
What they should have done along
Was reject your ways gone wrong
And found a rail lying around
To ride your **** out of town.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
Stars shine in the sky forever and ever
They glitter and glow and never quiver
Always do they light up the dark
Returning the earth to light it moved from
Your love shines in my heart forever and ever
It glitters and glows and never quivers
Always do you light up the dark
Returning me to the light I moved from
You are my star.
Never fade away.
Aug 18, 2010
Aug 18, 2010 at 7:59 AM UTC
Chariot brimful of Gold
Horse drawn from a realm of
Rainbows for us to Hold.
Ivory tower of felicity that culminate in
Stunning memories to be told
Till the sun to the skies toils no more, and
Moon's iredescence secrets doth unfold,
And all Heaven's mighty effulgent
Stars undress no more us to behold.
©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
19th December 2016
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
"R adiance of a mullbery moon,
O palescent splendiferous hues
S tars sprinkle on high upon
E arth's eternally dewy roof."
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA.
29th/Nov/2018.
#musing at the rose flower.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
..............................Soft
feathers
still tickle
me long
after
the
tars
gone
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
This a message to those who can't speak,
To those who haven't eaten in a week.
To those who cry late into the night,
To those who lie and say they're alright.
To those who want to die,
To those who tars trying not to cry.
To those who can't breathe,
To those who cover scars and cuts with their sleeves.
This is a message saying,
"Just hold on,
At least one more day,
Things can't get worse anyway."
This is a message saying,
"Believe in yourself,
believe in hope,
You don't have to be a saint or pope."
This is a message saying,
"I haven't met you yet,
But I care,
So stay long enough so we can get there."
Oh this little message of mine,
Is to remind you that things will turn out fine.
Just hold on,
And the pain will soon be gone.
Just be here,
And I shall guide you off the oath of fear.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
Battered, broken, bumps and bruises
A cracked perfection......
Still burnt brighter than the sun,
Was still as placid as the moon
Despite all unknown unannounced disasters
The dark night, barking dogs and howling owls
She had a touch of the entire world,
Even though filled with toxins and tars
Also the reminisces and all those plastic memories
Hid under cloths were maps to places, nobody knows...
Were the scars on the skin, scars on the soul
Scars on the outside, scars that bloomed from the within
Finding ways from those dreamy eyes to that pointed chin
Told stories of her existence;
Some unheard, some unwritten and some totally unseen..
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 9:46 PM UTC
In the cove where sea lions do dwell
there be Saline Sams thirty gunner
most of his jolly tars are in bars
So by the moonlit night to guide us
up by his hind we crawl
we mean to take out her masts
and give her fifteen shots broadside
As we finish with his ship
my boys move to port
and with cannons blazing
we blow to smithereens the inn
Then by dockside we alight
and with glee carry on the fight
we slice and dice till non are left
not Saline Sam, or his salty sea dogs
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
Sing me a song of a sailor gone wrong and I'll show you a song of the sea, where pirates walk planks with no thanks to the skipper, a crew full of cutthroats, Jack tars, jack the ripper and grog for the boys who sail wild on the main to nail them rich galleons, poor Philip of Spain.
Sing a song to me, sing me terror on the high sea and we'll all fall at Newgate, we'll swing for these crimes but these are the times of our lives.
Sing me a song of a sailor gone wrong and I'll sing you a song about me.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
I shall never forget
Where you came from
All the Way back
Never will I let you go
Together is where we belong
Under the night sky we lay
Stars shining oh so bright
This is what I need
On this night, here with you
Be careful my mind said
Even though my heart disagreed
Forget the past
Only remember the future
Real is finally what we are
Even all the **** we went through
Vividly play in my mind
Everything got us here
Remember forever that I love you
May 10, 2011
May 10, 2011 at 2:59 PM UTC
*I drink from the beautiful bottle on my table
I drink myself dizzy whenever I am able
I drink at anytime for I have no time table
I drink even from the oldest of the fables
I drink from the moon and sparkle of stars
I drink from the past wounds and my scars
I drink from the road and sweet smell of tars
I drink from these deadly monsters we call cars
I drink from the serenity and the fights
I drink from the days and the nights
I drink from the loyal and venomous fights
I drink from ambient and picturesque sites
I drink from the leaves swaying in the wind
I drink from the beauty of dawn I can't rescind
I drink from the sweet bitter past I can't rewind
I drink from the visible even when I'm blind
I drink from the chapters in every book
I drink from the broth that I cook
I drink left, right and everywhere I look
I drink the wines like I'm a duke
I drink from the clouds pacing in the sky
I drink from the wings of birds as they fly
I drink from those chocking in suit and tie
I drink from every truth and beautiful lie
I drink from the scented and from the stink
I drink concentrated inspiration whenever I blink
I drink from the pieces for art is my *****
I drink and drink even while I think
I drink*
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
I love jam tars it was so jam, the jam was so tars I loved them :)
and I <3 fruit juice
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
You never told me the fires of hell burn black?
But you told me to stay out of the darkness.
Remember I laughed fool hearted at the proposal that anything ethereal could frighten me ...
You told me you were a monster and I shouldn’t bother
“Maybe Im the demon whisperer baby.”
We both giggled knowing the treachery I was wading in.
Now the horrors that flash across my mind in every heart beat.
The thick tars of hell coursing through my veins
Burning my flesh from the inside out ripping at the last shred of sanity..
The barren wasteland where the reapers no longer even wander.
I see you there in that hell
Scorching red hot breeze
you breathe like a hell born
I taste the screaming of 700 million lost souls
Left to eternally wallow in this putrid encasement of grey
But you’re still standing
Composed, almost smiling
“I told you it was worse than nightmares here.”
Every shadow of every doubt eats through my scull
It is the pain of a million births and deaths over and over
An you stand there composed...
“You were born for this warrior woman.”
The beating in my chest steady
This rhythm is all that humanity left us with
I will sing here some day
I will roar
on ravaged and ashen remains of life.
It will be a beautiful morning in hell.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
Hard to sleep way too much on my mind
The truth keeps me from going blind
I respect you at your worse while you hate me at your best
Disrespected by kids who's parents are no better
Everyday is a fight but much more needs to happen
I'm trying to do right others attack with a vicous bite
They hate me my turn to stand in the spot light
I need someone to talk to no one around so I turn to writing
It's my freedom it gets out the crap that tars my heart from heartbroken to family dysfunction I've experience the worse the world has to offer
I'm ready to do well focus on to better but end up in the same spot or come up short for my efforts
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
The hidden dawn,
it is creeping behind my back,
like a nefarious fawn,
ready to leap and attack.
My skin holds all the scars,
the ones that we endured together,
no matter what tars,
we promised to be forever.
Save me from this insanity,
it's eating me away,
my friends and family,
they have gone astray!
I walk down this hall once more,
I look behind me and see a figure,
his face holds memories of gore,
and I just run away from this fear.
I can't escape from this hell,
he knows my every move,
I trip and look and at that moment I could tell,
it was me in front that stood.
Save me from this insanity,
it's eating me away,
my friends and family,
they have gone astray!
I finally realize and start to laugh,
it creeps inside of me,
it's divine hatred is a craft,
until I can no longer see.
Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 6:59 AM UTC
My rib cage bruised over time,
It cannot endure any longer.
One bone after another,
Breaking-
Rougher and rougher.
Enormous feet,
Stomping my heart,
A giant tearing it apart.
Lungs such as mine,
The Reaper finds them
Divine.
Breakfast of charcoal,
Supper of cigars,
My veins-
Dipped in the blackest of tars.
Lonely,
I seem to be,
But unlike most of you,
At least,
I am free.
Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 3:12 PM UTC
While four hauled on ropes
with all their might to heave
the vessel the rest of us pushed
as hard as we could for it to slip,
over rolling wood stems of nearby
centenary trees, cylinder boles cut
collected and positioned neatly
on the beach. Feet sinking in sand
scorching skin for what could have been
the last time, ingenious procedure
to ****** the mended old ship
at sea, once more to sail where winds
would blow her, hope would lead her.
Little did we know the two would take
us far into nowhere abandoning tars
to the mercy of blistering quiet.
No gale no direction other
than sudden calenture affecting
all the crew the captain miles
away from any coast under
hallucinogenic revelations
delivering abreactions
unexpected introspection
resulting in acquaintance
with self. Until storm was greeted
with joy mouths wide-open
like kids sticking tongues
out to seize drops of unsalted
fresh water after seven
days of compulsory ***
depletion. Invigorated a new
battle introduced its imminence,
waves as high as ancient temples
were the rival faced
while lowering sails to survive
unwilling to surrender yet
searching for land
through reluctant biting lashes until,
the last billow we saw captured
us and closed our eyelids,
forevermore.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 6:11 AM UTC
Morning comes in screams in our capital
I wake and gaze out of my bedroom window
it never just rains it pours in Storm city central
tel bots flicker their discontent fighting the winds
it's funny how much those machines complain
most think them just glorified street cleaners
it's a bitter reminder of the civil unrest
that now tars our land into the dark realms
It's time to go to the war office
so I shower and shave
then put my uniform on
just then comes a proximity alert
someone is coming to my door
with gun in hand I creep down the stairs
this could get messy
especially just after dressing
Slowly I open my apartment door
but there is no one to be seen
then I look down by the stairs
on the ground a dead red rose lays there
I grab some gloves and then pick it up
on the burnt stem is the message, Storm In A TeaCup
I drop the rose in utter shock and some pity
as it's rebellion time in this our storm city
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC