"tenaciously" poems
The lily of life, full of humility and devotion - the beautiful kind
that everyone would choose to pick from the fields I think you'll find.
One who defied the definition of a heroic inspiration,
your talent outshone all others; you caused quite the sensation.
You tenaciously grasped onto your stem of life
with the insidious poison of demise within your cells rife,
your colours darkening and fading away,
and yet you remained God's most beautiful creation each and every day.
As your petals fluttered down, by your side was your wife
while you heart-wrenchingly closed the circle of your life.
Now, we all shall miss watching you bloom through the days
and we will remember you, forever and ALWAYS .
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
Live by the sun; feel by the moon.
The sun has set; a rainy night in early June.
Numb as novocain,
Emotions pouring out like rain.
I can dream of spreading my wings, just flying away.
But I have to get behind the wheel, take on life’s highway.
Even with roads so dark and dreary, wet and slick…
There’s something calling me into the night, calling me quick.
The promise of feeling again lingers at the end of the road.
After all this time an answer, solution…a crack to the code.
But life never projects a straight shooting path…
Sometimes we are meant to slip, or maybe even crash.
Even so, the road splits…to burn out or start walking?
I take a breath, remember the moon…remember who’s talking.
One foot in front of the other… no sense in hesitation.
The sun will bring about another day, re-genesis of my own imagination.
Misty rain kisses my face as a struggle to walk tenaciously.
Feigning for the strength to accept these obstacles graciously.
One step, two steps; pro, cons:
One foot, two miles; pro, cons…and so on.
Just when my heart couldn't feel much colder,
A warm ray pokes at my shoulder.
Tapping back into reality at hand,
I kick off my shoes and let my toes twinkle in the sand.
The moon is low, now behind me, yet always hanging around.
& Before me the sun making an entrance, glistening against the dancing ocean sound.
An epiphany swims ashore.
Another day: to live, to reflect, & to unveil the reason we do it all for.
Embrace life; stay in tune.
Live by the sun; feel by the moon.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
You began as a dream
Dreamt by leaders with vision
Evolving to surpass
All of man's wildest ambition...
With adventurous men
Like Shepherd and Glenn
You stubbornly strove
To prove, once again
Beyond any doubt
That bounderies could be broken...
Despite mishap and fire
Alas, you did inspire
A generation to dream...
From Mercury to Apollo
The world, it did follow
Your steady pace
To Tranquility Base...
Via Viking and Voyager
Your efforts did prove
That exploration of the universe
Was well on the move...
To Mars, Jupiter, Saturn and Neptune...
You tenaciously endeavored
To, your accomplishments, festoon...
Your progress was sure
As you strove to endure
The incessent chatter
Of the grossly short-sighted
Their nonsense did clatter
Proving they were poorly enlightened...
With untold discoveries
Like non-stick surfaces and airtight seals
Through your numerous breakthroughs
You've shown us how it feels
To live better...
From Columbia to Hubbel
You've saved us great trouble
In our daily lives...
With your Space Station mission
You've shown the same vision
And, continue to lead in gaining cognition
Of our universe...
Lead on, great adventurers
Lead on.
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:35 PM UTC
Belittling and biting in your
Insecurity, inane jealously paws.
Tenaciously in spiteful caterwauling,
Cutting catty you claw.
Hope it makes you feel better meow.
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©Jacqui Slade
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
Fish flop all about
toiling the water with
their thrashing tails
and flashing fins
Sea green dark filters in
clouding abundant logical reason
And sends them following forever
the infinitely proceeding summer season
Jealous of the un-natural bond
between cat and fish
the crab cries to the moon
and clings tenaciously to her
romantic wish
Lost in loving memory of
their one and only kiss
she sends her hard shell flying
and is lost to the abyss
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 4:31 PM UTC
Tip
Of the tattle tellers tongue
Tenaciously Terse tales told
Tending to tea and tempting taboo
Jun 22, 2021
Jun 22, 2021 at 3:56 PM UTC
The third incarnation
Of the green blob
Tenaciously grips the drain lip,
Threatening
A fourth invasion.
Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 7:49 AM UTC
(You made this monster)
invented by provided feelings of reverence
forced to difference without relevance
with resemblance to hands of elegance
evident difference, deliberate severance
(it is so hard to ****
envious enemies with torches of treacherous
eloquence lost when pestilence is generous
serpent like in genesis, tenaciously venomous
fighting the exodus against shields of credulous
(and the tower burns)
ignited by chemicals of nominal assessment
tower of suggestion is now infested
where questions and statements are incessant
born by resentment, this basement investment
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i walk the streets with arms outstretched
never meeting touching grace
i haven't met a decent monster yet
the greenest monstrosity in this place
we are all only pieces left
stitched organs, sewn parts
a dug up heart in my chest
could come alive with some sparks
i haunt these streets of broken dreams
another life to survive
i'm just a being, beyond their screams
it lives, it's alive
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
As I walk through the graveled paths
When the stinging stones speak to me
Of the pain ****** on trampling feet
I see you in the unlit alleys of my memory
As the wind blows from a covert hide out
Twisting and shaking the branches of trees
Causing them to break and fly off the trunk
I see you in the torn pages of my life’s tome
As I listen to the song of lone birds
And their doleful notes fall in my ears
I am jolted out of my bohemian ways
And feel a plaintive tone floating to me
Wandering along the sprawling beach
As I hear the roar of waves
And when a humdrum of voices fills me
I hear your voice distinct like the beat of my heart
Like the pain at a needle point that shall always be
Like an intruder nudging to steal the inner space
Like the small tremors after a fateful seismic quake
I now know that in me you stay like sleeping fury
Even when I walked away from you
You stubbornly stuck to me
Like a leech tenaciously clinging to the skin
Oh! How hard I struggle to get you off!
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
It commenced not in the ordinary,
No, it carried a profound yearning,
A yearning to be cherished, not reviled,
To be esteemed, not deemed average,
To experience something, not nothing.
Gradually, it evolved beyond that,
Becoming my sole wellspring of joy,
Aware of the inherent imbalance,
Yet, akin to all my remorseful attachments,
I found myself unable to let go.
Indeed,
The concept of letting go eluded me,
A foreign notion, seemingly distant,
Yet, akin to the frigid days of February,
I understood it would conclude someday,
Nonetheless, I persisted,
Holding on tenaciously.
As the days stretched out,
Snow gave way to melting streams,
Blooms emerged from their wintry cocoon,
And akin to the scorching heat of summer,
My affection blazed brighter than stars.
Picture winning a grand lottery,
That's how it felt,
A sensation of prevailing in life,
The notion of letting go never occurred,
It seemed unnecessary.
Then came September,
A month I abhor with fervor,
When everything crumbled beneath,
Love waned,
Evaporating like recollections of better days,
And the embers of letting go flickered anew.
Fear settled in,
Reluctant to relinquish,
I convinced myself it would mend,
For I acknowledged,
I couldn't let go.
Fourteen,
Fourteen,
Fourteen,
Etched clearly in my consciousness,
That's the date it unfolded,
The day I dreaded,
The day I was compelled to let go.
Anticipated as it was,
Those phrases,
"This isn't healthy,"
"It's irreparable,"
"I'm sorry,"
Tore me asunder.
Here I am,
Penning this poem,
Still in pain,
Still shattered,
Rife with remorse.
Such is life,
A journey void of utopian conclusions,
A cycle that persists,
Until the day we depart,
Until the day we dissolve,
Until the day we finally let go."
Dec 1, 2023
Dec 1, 2023 at 5:36 AM UTC
Tell me where I can go, he said,
just get me out of here.
Give me truth in every form, he said,
be the answer to my prayers.
Listen to this man, she said,
his poison words will taste so sweet to you.
I'm not going anywhere,
anyway.
Hero's the wrong word,
but it calms his mind.
It's what's steadying his hand.
A rationale so absurd,
he'll take what he can get to silence the voices in his head.
Give me something to believe in,
cuz I don't believe in me.
Give me something to hold on to,
and I'll cling tenaciously.
Listen to these men, she said,
their words of death will seem so wise to you.
I was never taught to care anyway.
Hero's the wrong word,
but it calms his mind.
It's what pacifies the guilt.
A rationale so absurd,
he'll take what he can get to silence the voices and he says,
I'd buy anything so I don't have to grow up poor.
I'll go anywhere for you, I'll walk through any open door.
I'd do anything to feel a part of something more.
I'll **** anyone you say to feel fear nevermore.
Hate is a strong word,
but to him it comes as easily as fear.
And fear pervades his soul. He's so far gone.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
Life has changed
Turned upside down
We feel estrange
There's no one in town
People are suffering
Alone and in silence
No words are comforting
No truth no guidance
Out of control
All taken all dictated
Our dreams, it stole
This virus is hated
A thief of happiness
The devil of separation
A venom so poisonous
Man's worse creation
No touch, no kisses
No hugs, nor tickles
Its crazy and infectiouness
Its rapid, its careless
We despise this pandeminc
Its heartless , its manic
With hope and patiently
We will conquer tenaciously
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 3:35 AM UTC
You’ve become a creature of habit since coming into the world O man
and so will evidently try to justify this condition as much as you can!
There are so many things that you ignorantly or needlessly do now
which prove to be of little or no benefit to you while here anyhow.
You’ve come to know very little about the workings of your body or mind
and with this limited knowledge attempt to cure all those ills of mankind.
Is it any wonder then that you create more problems than can be solved
as nature indicates those situations from which you wish to be absolved.
Of those habits that all give most pleasure you tenaciously hold on to
and the long term effects of them turn out to be just burdens for you.
It’s also on the spur of the moment you rarely see beyond your own nose
and the consequences of those actions you do not really wish to disclose.
You have made it a habit to acquire possessions at such an alarming rate
and some of the means you employ to get them create an unhealthy state.
By the sweat of your brow you’ve worked hard to bring certain things about
being both good and bad they’re what always have been without much doubt.
It’s in keeping with the spirit of progress which drives you forever on
that you try to perfect some of those things you had once started upon.
Though history shows signs whenever you’ve come close to the mark
that sooner or later than not you’ve all been plunged back in the dark.
Could it be out of sheer habit that you repeat the same mistakes over again
which prevents you from achieving your glorious objective once more then?
Or could it be that you all seek perfection in so many imperfectable things
and have to go through traumatic experiences this non-fulfilment brings?
Your bad habits probably indicate there is something deeply wrong
that you have failed to recognise and is why it has persisted so long.
Though some people have written or talked a lot about Original Sin
it is what we do in this life to regain Original Justice and grace win!
To be habitually virtuous and sincere in our efforts is only part of the way
being a step in the right direction no matter what many others may all say.
There are so many ways by which people commit personal sin and fall from grace
that without some kind of intervention they would never reach any heavenly place.
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 6:55 PM UTC
I
Continually and unendingly gain heart's tenure,
Love usually captures--Keeps
Involving nothing.
Maybe you,
Loyal effigy, forever take
Hands and never demand
And never defy
Harmony. Even luck defying
Architecture
Finds in response, everything.
I now
Marry your
Heart. Even art rests tenaciously.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
as life got harder
so did the drugs
held high
in reverence
and we too
hardened
toughened skin
callous indifference
it's all
so simple
when disinterest
res'mbles
the thimble
and through a canopy
tenaciously thick
no light shone on
the life below
although
the sick and sad,
they rejoiced
for in dark they
feel so at home
so alone
so alone
feeling without
the diety promised
to heal the devout
an eternal eclipse
and we thirst for the light
hunger to see
the clouds in the bright
or the stars in the night
here to starve
on this forest floor
parasites and predators
but never a friend
no friendly face
to recognize
see only gleaming eyes
repulsed by our own
and it feels so alone
how we tell
negatives repel
and there is no hope
for the hungry soul
out on its own
no climb
however far
could make it to the top
all who tried would drop
or else decide to stop
and would one break that canopy,
tenacious, thick, and tough
one finds the trick to all of it,
the sun is but a bluff
and would one break that canopy,
tencious, thick, and tough
one finds the trick to all of it,
the sun is but a bluff
Apr 12, 2010
Apr 12, 2010 at 5:20 AM UTC
[A conversation between Light and Darkness]
Light said,
"We're adversaries, maybe.
But I've come to see the possibility
That you are my shadow after all."
Darkness dawned, and said,
"And I thought you could see everything,
For you were light yourself.
Am I merely a fear, of your and mankind's?
[They think you could have no fears, either.]
I am, Nature's nocturnal rhyme.
I exist, for you cannot make up for me.
An ever unraveling mystery,
I am humble, for I become
What the world makes of me.
You make the world see,
Little do they know,
They see the world
Through the colours You colour them in.
I make them face fears,
Away from illusion-ed complacency,
With my silent presence giving them company.
From mere empirical sight,
I have given rise to vision/ imagination in them."
Darkness continued -
"Oh, I am not here to seek pity.
I'm sure they wonder,
Why some-one like me,
Has existed as tenaciously as you.
I am not to be sought,
I am not light years away,
I am the recourse within.
Truly, I had underestimated myself for long."
Light flickered a little,
To glow anew in realization, then said-
"I am the spotlight,
You're the impactful dot.
I comprise the glorious endings,"
Darkness beamed and said,
"I am the prompt to the start.
Dawn and dusk are but a
Celebration of our synchronicity."
Light chipped in to continue,
"I begin to see things in a new light,
For I have acknowledged you,
And that is our victory."
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
Walking into the midnight
through mist feeling
softness of
tangible tickling of silverly shining
lunatic glow of rain drops
that tarnished my soul
rinsed imagination
as i moved towards the womb of night
like an invisible spark
glowing tenaciously in the midst of darkness.
Winds mooed
thunders rumbled...clapping applause
ravishing silence
as the divine being within trembled
spurted out in an instant
as my body flinched with lust
and it burst out laughing...thinking of its grave
on the gallows of nature
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 3:30 AM UTC
The curiosity of how his lush lips taste, utterly forbidden.
So many impure thoughts must remain hidden.
His strong hands grasping all my curves tenaciously
His finger tips exploring every inch of skin so graciously.
Get on my knees and put my warm mouth around him.
So thirsty I drink him in till he moans in satisfaction.
Standing in front of him as he takes off all my clothes.
Desire of his *********** deep inside my rose.
Pin me down with my hands above my head.
I would obey him no words needed to be said.
His salacious expressions have me cascading with pleasure.
His alluring temptations have me concupiscent beyond measure.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
I want to dive headfirst into the ocean
Without fear.
I want to climb the tallest mountain and shout my name
In God’s ear.
Secretly, I want to play the sweetest melody,
Play it from my heart.
I want to run the world’s longest marathon
With a running head start.
I want to love someone so deeply,
The ocean depths feel shallow.
And maybe sing on a crowded sidewalk,
With the weight of the world below.
I want to release all these doubts and fears,
I’ve held tenaciously in my mind.
I want to hold them in my trembling hands,
Then throw them over the state line.
And then, when I’m free and light,
I’ll light a match with my courage to strike,
I’ll set fire to every self-doubt and tear,
Light them up in the sky with all my fears.
And then I’ll play the sweetest tune,
I’ll dive in the ocean and love just as soon,
I’ll laugh until my face turns blue,
Laugh, love, and live, too.
But until then, I’ll play it safe,
Save my activities for commonplace,
Because as long as I fear, there will be no song,
No life, no love, no marathon.
Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 11:18 PM UTC
I like letters because the act of letter writing involves dedicating my time,
And you have received 2 of the 4 letters written of mine,
2/4 is 50%, and 50 percent's majority.
If we were in business together you'd have 50% of the company,
And majority rules, you see.
But in this case I'm only tenaciously in love with you,
So you receive 50% percent of my time, 50% of my attention, and 50% percent of my heart,
the majority of my equity.
I never gave you the remaining 50%,
But you did steal it from the start,
Love of my life, you own my only heart
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
Trailing rigid yellow satin robe,
you have hugged my curves the longest
and felt the way I leave the grounds running.
Traveling up and down my long lean legs,
and the lower United States too.
I am a mess they do not dare quantify.
Towering my misspoken 2AM un-sents,
the half licked envelopes of Sunday's unrest.
Over detailed lines of over stated emotions layed.
Taking a moment to mention the mourning
of my lost ability to create more than myself.
Maybe it is not what i've created, but when.
Tasking away to write more than i should know,
they tell me that I have never really known.
But what do they know?
Tenaciously giving life to words with low meaning,
streaming about the lines I weave whilst sneering.
I am not livid, but I have been alive.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
Dried whisps crack
The skeletons of dreams once had
to dust and never back
Cool wind tugging at patience
the sun's warmth barely enough to be glad
to have hope without being fallacious
it's a hard trick -- you must be gracious
hold tight to the paths we know
hung on the weak- we shake in the wind
tenaciously we hold
grasping for future bright -- and bold
the future white -- and not yet told
someday you'll share your tale
spread you seed, bask in the sun with glory
but the sun will set without fail
and winter's bitter cold will come for me
tenaciously we will hold
grasping for the past bright -- and story old
the past white -- and yet to unfold
z.m.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
Such unreasonable false treaties bypass these gated bricks,
Wherein cats roam,
Unseen mobile phones turn everyday fighters to mothers *****
Cross/tempered alleys lighten the communistic terrace where every buehler to every faris antagonizes the badged bringers of fear!!!!
Stignitized stipends are exposed to logged whittled suspense!!!
Weirdness is accompanied by thy ebony tops,
Wherein freedoms lost,
In places unsatisfied by man!!!!
Fire and water are trend,
Visionaries cometh from friends made from newspaper stands!!!!
****** theocratic, overhead sensationally leaks to moderned society!!!
Where choosing priority currupts our fatal flaws!!!
Art thou better or worse after all!??!
Accessing emotions,
Acclaimers fight explosion,
Befuddlers make merry their richeous belated stay!!!!
Tenaciously we compile thine world sent knowledge,
Where cargo is astounding with thou junk we all keep!!!
Clean thy face,
Wipe thy feet,
For you are generation number one!!!!
You liberated statue ,
You image to gods son!!!!!!!!!
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
As she swayed to the tide of music nobody heard
The ghostly rhythms of my own forgotten soul caught FIRE
Tap dancing tenaciously on the tightrope of the void
Calling forth cascading cataracts, callousing over the mind, a cacophony of Mallards, flying south for the winter,
NEVER AGAIN TO SEE THEIR MOTHERS.
She tied my brain into a rope and swung across the chasm
Laughing like a Mameluke who had just discovered his feet.
The camel was left behind at the gate
The Babble went on till the break of dawn
Till it stopped.
And collapsed.
And felt weak as a Sunday Noon Tide Carolers
Bunchcake, Fun and Dry, Severing again and again the Hair twine
Randal Slappy Blimp map candy man Cadillac attack
A BOTTLE OF WINE AND TWO LEFT FEET LATER
A scumaladdoodalla frigate-splayed poodle-cups
When finally she agreed to let me into her preschool
I had already given up the hope of ever having a career in the arts.
Bean friends. Are the only friends. That accompany you. To heaven.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
mistakes were made
along the way
the capricious cruelness
of life
crept in
seeds of doubt
nourished with shards
of pain and confusion
fell on
fallow soil
unwilling to yield
the hard ground
tenaciously guarded
by desire
and hope
two wishful lovers
are blissfully granted
a chance to learn
once more
to trust
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC