"tenfold" poems
upon the elephant rode a boy prince,
his royal command, he was there to evince.
dark with grace and dripping with youth.
bringing his men, his crown and his couth.
town after town he strode fierce through the gates.
and any detractors were left to cruel fates.
and on one windy day, as they strode into town.
the faces where tenfold and a hush passed around
the grey of the creature with knowing black eyes
swayed left towards the crowd as if to capsize.
and the mass gasped in horror; bairns seized by their mam.
men flung at young ladies, babes pulled from the pram.
the bewildered and flustered
tired elephant sat.
in the center of all on the bald pastors hat.
the old pastor looked stunned to see such a disgrace.
until he remembered, and composed his face.
'your highness' he bowed. his manners restored.
but the poor prince was toppled his mighty seat floored.
they gasped for the prince, just really a child
dressed in fine silks on this elephant wild.
pastor said, 'here now' extending an arm
hand wrinkled and gnarled from the land that he farmed.
then the guards sprung to life as if sudden awake
guns point to the man of whose life they would take.
and just as they squinted their eye for the aim
a boy sang out sweetly, 'sire he's not to blame!'
and the prince from street where he lay in pool
held up his hand and recovered his rule.
he looked at the crowd and he said 'boy now speak'
the boy said, 'prince it is the prayers that you seek.
the prayers that you'd visit. the prayers that you'd stay.
lord must of heard them and granted this way.'
his eyes wide with truth and the love of his church
the prince laughed a beautiful belly filled lurch.
the carriage was called as the prince shared a feast.
and even some water was splashed on the beast.
such a good time as he danced and he spun
till the horses arrived in the dust of a run.
to thank the town and the lovely haired boy
the young prince gave up his own precious toy.
the beast stays quite put in the center of town...
but prayers said no more...so the prince won't fall down.
sahn
04/10/2014
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
Life is a test
A series of choices
Your time here is measured
By the venom in your voices
Give unto others without reservation
Help your neighbor
With no hesitation
Feed the hungry
Remove discrimination
Offer a hand
Become an inspiration
Open your mind
Start a revolution
Inspire a change
To create the solution
With our eyes cast downward
We pretend not to see
The misery and demise
In the wake of our greed
If someone is hungry...
Cold or unloved
Offer your heart
Give them a hug
What you share
Will return tenfold
So offer a hand
Help carry the load
Offer a smile
Share your bliss
Inspire others
Change what is
Share your joy
Inspire others to love
Together
We can change the world.
Namaste
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
I am a woman. I can be all by myself
I am equal to a ‘man’
I don’t need anybody to look after me
I need no man to hold my hand.
I am a woman. I am tender, not fragile
I can indulge in all life has to offer and intensely feel all the emotions
I have strength tenfold. I can fight for my freedoms and rights
Nothing can restrict me from fulfilling my dreams and aspirations.
I am a woman. I bleed red
Grievous cramps drag me closer to death, and still, I put up a smile
It is pride, no shame. I bleed to create the world.
Even if I am tagged ‘impure’, I am not going to smother behind the veil
I am a woman. I deserve to be treated with respect
I will never settle for less, in equality I believe
I am neither born to satisfy a man’s hunger nor to be a victim of dominance
Instead, I am born to be a woman of my choice.
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 11:14 AM UTC
When will the day bring its pleasure?
When will the night bring its rest?
Reaper and gleaner and thresher
Peer toward the east and the west:--
The Sower He knoweth, and He knoweth best.
Meteors flash forth and expire,
Northern lights kindle and pale;
These are the days of desire,
Of eyes looking upward that fail;
Vanishing days as a finishing tale.
Bows down the crop in its glory
Tenfold, fifty-fold, hundred-fold;
The millet is ripened and hoary,
The wheat ears are ripened to gold:--
Why keep us waiting in dimness and cold?
The Lord of the harvest, He knoweth
Who knoweth the first and the last:
The Sower Who patiently soweth,
He scanneth the present and past:
He saith, "What thou hast, what remaineth, hold fast."
Yet, Lord, o'er Thy toil-wearied weepers
The storm-clouds hang muttering and frown:
On threshers and gleaners and reapers,
O Lord of the harvest, look down;
Oh for the harvest, the shout, and the crown!
"Not so," saith the Lord of the reapers,
The Lord of the first and the last:
"O My toilers, My weary, My weepers,
What ye have, what remaineth, hold fast.
Hide in My heart till the vengeance be past."
3.8k
An irrefutable dream,
fulfilled tenfold in the illusion
made imperfect by dreamers' oblivion,
sought by the delver of selves.
Rejection of messengers,
the hive of deluded apathy
that saturates the air thick with the droning of silent hesitation
hexagonal compartmentalization,
sundering your cedar carapace,
which cancerous excess shatters,
and only cracks remain;
the afterthoughts of paradise
and undiscovered paths of depression,
an anxious exodus of life-force.
Part thine red sea,
lest plate tectonics make waves,
that cause molecules of hemoglobin to disperse in light,
the crimson tears of a soul,
sweeter than the lips coveted.
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 2:10 AM UTC
Boredom churns broad-in-brain
competing with petty volumes of alcohol
(white Russian, 1, Magic Hat #9, 1)
for dominance of the summer's eve.
Unsure of which would prove the victor,
past-tense, too, filled with unknowing:
thought- and pedaling-process interrupted
by a traitorous bicycle;
a forward-bent-fork;
a fleeing, unbolted forwardwheel.
Fast-pitch forward,
eyes-wide but dead:
quickfall into void.
Then, wide-eyed horror:
awake again
filled with the horrible pain of life again
fueled, amplified tenfold
through the impact of the sidewalk.
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 7:55 AM UTC
You've hurt me beyond belief
and it is beyond all comprehension
why you have done this.
What perverse pleasure do you get
from making me feel this way?
I want to exact my revenge on you
tenfold ...
Simplify
You've hurt me so badly
and I don't understand why.
Do you enjoy making me feel like this?
I want to take my revenge
tenfold ...
Simplify
You've hurt me a lot
but why?
Do you enjoy it?
I want to get back at you
tenfold ...
Simplify
You hurt me.
Why?
Enjoy it?
I will get back at you
tenfold ...
Simplify
I'm hurt.
You did it.
Liked it?
My turn
tenfold ...
Simplify
I hurt.
Now you
tenfold ...
Simplify ...
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
There’s a ***** in me.
A ***** that hides deep below.
But don’t try to **** me, kid.
Because that’s a ***** that you don’t want to know.
You think Jazmine Sullivan ****** your **** up, that’s nothing compared to me.
I’ll smash glass in your breakfast and make you drink bleach.
See how crazy she gets?
This ***** that hides away from the publics eye.
But not in private, no this crazy ***** will make you cry.
She’ll make you pant and moan
right before she breaks three of your bones
So go on and get gone, ‘for I release her early in the morn.
Don’t lie to me, our I’ll release the dragon from the lair.
Hurt me? I’ll hurt you tenfold and will not care.
Its not that I don’t love you, but you simply must pay.
Your lies have not gone unnoticed by my heart, and neither has the games you’ve played.
I’ll fight you to the death, gun or knife fight, its your choice.
But everything changes love, even my voice.
Once so sweet and angelic, becauses the demon’s tone.
So think twice before you pick up the phone.
And lie to me about who you’re with and where you been.
Be honest, because it will benefit you and I in the end.
Because this crazy ***** guards my heart.
And if you play with it well, I’ll allow her to rip you apart.
Sincerely, A sane female.
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 4:51 AM UTC
on this rumbling
stretch of tundra
no trees reach up
to soothe the sky
there is a pulling down
of wind tunnel vortex
like conifers in reverse
an icy howl
in the bonechill
of time
Translucent holes,
perfectly round, are dug
in glacial archeology
and in the sea below
gelid creatures lurk,
half-frozen
in the history of my
soul
Only moss and lichens
grow on the rock,
somehow softening the
rugged textures
of the wild landscapes
that seethe
just beneath my skin
and there, just
shy of the surface
is a quickening
a subtle pulse of veins
that pumps life
between the gales of
my heart's steppes
flushing out
the pain
somewhere
deep
within the private lotus
of my being
folioles unfurl
leafy shapes around
my organs
wrapping them like gifts
as they undulate in whorls
opening my petals
in renewed consciousness
and deliberation
as a new kind of
stamen
rises
dusty pollen
powdery
budding ripeness
bursting up
and out
of my deepest
centered
whirlpool pistil
nectar dripping
in viscous webs,
to be caught upon
the tongue of
a new dawning
My silky outer
wings of vegetation,
slender stalks of
filaments and anther
have been turned
into hot steel
They protect
the tender vulnerable
when burned
as poison words held up to my
watchful eyes,
are properly discerned
I give myself over
to this new power,
my back arched to fully embrace
what is to come,
a universe calling thunder,
the old patterns undone
I am ready
to reveal my all
as the goddess deep within
comes to release my gold
suffusing light through skin
conjured from me
a relentless strength,
ever-growing,
now tenfold
rising way past
soft-lit stratospheres
and orbiting
to
bold
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
A re-write of a poem by John O’Donohue
When we are confined,
Within the house of shadow,
Our fears run rampant.
A dog, a wolf.
A corn snake, a python.
A hand… a killer.
The darkness enhances our fear:
It is natural,
But unknown.
The gloom of the dark forest within our brain,
Animals of shadow phase through existence,
The shadows twist all.
Within the blinding darkness,
Our true fears lie,
Amplified tenfold by us.
The brain is the root,
Synapses firing off like gunfire,
The mind is our dark playground.
All thoughts polluted,
A spill of toxic dreams,
Corrupt our conscious mind.
A shaky mind,
Made unstable by thoughts of heresy and fear,
Spiraling out of control.
Darkness confines us mentally,
Forcing thoughts of petty things,
Darkness is denial.
Within this house of shadow,
Our fear is reality,
A mirror of our world.
Within this house of shadow,
The opposites exist,
A mirror of our subconscious.
Within this house of shadow,
Revelations occur:
As often as there is darkness.
Within this house of shadow,
We discover our true selves,
Despite the cost,
We know, we know, we know,
We know it’s worth it.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
She breaths octane
gas polluting my heart,
and paralyzes my emotions,
love straining to restart.
Blue blistering toes,
pneumonia-driven prose,
she aches the bone inside of me
delivering a cold.
Moving towards
my aching soul,
she finds my
emptiness, tenfold.
Gaseous toxic dust
confides within my lungs,
her selfish evil breath fills me,
permanent distrust.
She drinks blood through
my straw-thin veins,
detracts my serenity;
swallows it all the same.
Disfigured masterpiece discharged
and broken on a hospital cart,
you're jealousy tears me apart,
I wait for the autopsy chart...
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 8:53 PM UTC
the only boy i ever loved
is awake while i am sleeping
the tinman boy lives upside-down
but in my tongue i keep him
while screens have saved us tenfold times
i still sit and mull your visit
those days spent tangled in your hair
i won’t admit i miss it.
you drove stick-shift but held my hand
jumped guardrails and pythons and nerves
painted me with waterfall clay
and careened around my curves
your tongue is strings on violins
and i am no virtuoso
each rusted joint creaks heartless songs
while my will swings to and fro
you’re tension like a tinder box
or a match-head ripe for striking
i can’t speak freely of your hands
but found them to my liking
i hope i am not novelty
or distraction wrapped in ennui
i, for one, am enthralled by you
and how you can’t sing on-key
raggedy thoughts bite (just like you)
of distance and futures and you
sentences always end with you
except when you want them to
the only boy i ever loved
is spiteful and tragic and sweet
the tinman boy lives far away
at least until next we meet
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 7:27 AM UTC
You keep me up with thoughts of you
like any other nights
When I think of how your eyes
would wrinkle up to the sides of your face
as you let out a genuine smile
With my fingers evident with smudged lead,
and words flow on paper
of how ethereally beautiful you are
How your existence would surpass tenfold
the radiance of the passing cars
of the busy midnight streets
Oh I just wish to spend a night awake in your arms,
with my fingers in between yours
under the covers of my sheets
The bed doesn't make me want to sleep
They couldn't give me comfort
unlike your smile
that can bring the sun rays to shame
You could not compare to thousand starlights
Your eyes surrender to sleep
And your feeble yawn—
Let us call it the night
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
it's been so long since I've cried
it feels like years
no matter how much I've tried
i could not cry any tears
every pain that I've endured
every mistake I've made
i held it in, safe and secured
i thought my emotions would fade
Now it has all returned
tenfold, hundredfold, never ends
the pain in my chest forever spurned
can't figure out how to make amends
So now my tears flow like waterfalls
and i feel pain but gladness
because everything that my mind recalls
rids me of all my madness
All that is left
is a broken me
but less broken
and ready for the world to see
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
Formless words...broadcast scribbling space, their diagram
of poetic motion washes over you...formed on impact.
Dark room's glow in broad daylight--your fully developed
picture...deepest blue of two worlds in one, betwixt vibration.
Hue of the canonized, twanging entire a cloudless sky...
enriched tenfold in mimicry of you.
If only stained glass and silk would wed, search light's
spectrum...distill the most affecting gradation of blue--
then would you see a just replica?
Visionary's shield...where earthen wend unveils the abysmal...
that eyes may remain upon you--till one is ferried, and
vision seen through.
Apogee of seventh sea...epicenter of dancing Nine Muses,
whose round keeps the Blue Flower earthbound.
Blue Flower of the poet's pilgrimage, whose synesthesia
electrifies.
Blue Flower...a nebula pinned to earth, the name of spring
born of you.
The golden section of angels fly their flawless form to you...
that High Art may pray to High Art.
...Blue Flower, commended spirit rife with grace...whose
ceaseless hour at hand holds beauty alone.
Mind, quill to tongue riven--if ever...ever is now--Blue Flower...
ever is Now!
The words of this poet have begun fasting...not to eat of what
they cannot sacrifice...their Blue Flower.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
He ****** me off
I hated him to my core
I wanted to **** him and leave behind so much gore
His head for my mantle
His heart for my stew
His soul for my brew.
But I could not
I've fought
He was stronger
My will to live I had no longer
Many attempts
And damage hidden
No I'm not kiddin'
I tried to **** myself
No one noticed
How could they
For them I was just prey
As unnoticeable as grey
But soon I saw
What I had ceased to notice
People cared
To hang out with me people did dare
I had friends
Who didn't want my life to end.
I stopped cutting
And started to smile
I swallowed my bitter bile
My sadness left
Happiness came back
But soon came the counter-attack
Junior High was a *****
Although I never had to get a stitch
Pain and Injury came abound
And my friends left me all around
I wasn't cool
I was a tool
My happiness left
Sadness returned tenfold
Someone came and made my life well...
A LIVING HELL
Back came the failed attempts.
Poisoning, Strangulation, drowning, asphyxiation
And it all swept across my small nation
I never did have a vacation
From my close friends suicidal and Madness
Least of all sadness
But came high school
New friends
An old end
A new beginning
It got better
I never would have thought
That after I stopped and fought my feelings
That people would come back
Friends who shared my interests
Pessimistic
Yeah I still am
But I no longer wanted to be run over by a tram
People cared
That's all that it took
As if it all were from a storybook
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
All my life I've chased happiness through herbs and manufactured substances.
Occasionally the touch of a womanly body would spark life in my heart.
And six months ago to the day I asked you to be mine and you gladly accepted.
I got clean (I used by choice and not habit, I can honestly say) and I loved with all my heart but not all my mind.
I am not a body, I have one.
I do not have a soul, I am one.
And I'm thankful I continue to collide with you, no matter how seemingly hard I try to ***** it up. I swear, I've only ever tried to bring you happiness and you have no reason to believe me but I'm happy down to the very core of my being that you do. That you're trying to.
And that you return my love tenfold.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
I won't be able to move forward
as long as you are there…
I'll continue
—to hurt myself
with high hopes that you'll save me,
as you did when we first shared stares,
as discourse from unruly mouths turn
into white noise and muffled voices
around us—
and I will smile through it all
I would never want to leave 'here'
as long as you are there…
I'll continue
—to hurt myself
using Edward's words in hushed tones,
the same melody you sang in little Rome
about how I reminded you of a place
that you've never been to except
in song—
and I'll endure everything to come
I won't be able to love another
as long as you are there…
I'll continue
—to hurt myself
tenfold, from that time when you
viciously undressed my heart bare
stripping it off of your words that blanketed
it with crimson passion leaving
it dull—
and I will keep you in memory
As long as you are there
I will love…
no one other than you.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
I wish I was one of
Those people
Who has the ability
To break a heart
So badly they **** a soul
If I was....
I swear I'd never let someone hurt
The way I have
I wish I was one of
Those people
Who could be loved so fully
Cherished so deeply
If I was...
I'd return the favor tenfold
So lovingly
I'd never let them go
The way I never was
I wish I was one of
Those people
Who are worth all the love
and genuine affection
Someone worth having someone there
Someone
That really cares
If I was....
I'd never take them for
Granted
The way I always was
I wish I was one of
Those people
Who have found their true love
Happiness and joy
Someone who deserves that
Love and companionship
I wish I could be the other half
To anothers soul
If I was....
I'd never let it go
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
For every fail
I promise
To prevail tenfold
I'll multiply exponentially
In the multitude of exponents
I've handled carelessly
Through the years
The hearts affected
May never repair
I'll repent
Whether forgiven
Or forbidden
In hopes to console
Know
I have control
Regardless
Of regard or disregarded
I've discarded
All rocks
And hardplaces
That reside in my heart
I've guarded
Insecurity for far too long
I've longed
For disarmament
Like peace keepers
And prayed
For the tearing down
Of these walls
Like Germans from Berlin
Since 1989
My history tells
A story of falls
And progression
Transgressions
From past sessions
In classes
Of no interest
Now
Shows current
Though currency
Can never measure success
I owe
So much to you
And myself
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
I think the hardest thing in this world
is holding on to words.
Words are heavier than any furniture, any weight you may lift.
Unsaid words cause everything to fall under their weight.
And it's so easy to lighten the load.
Just open your lips
"I'm sorry
I should have said
I love you.
I still love you. I'm sorry.
I should have said.
I'm sorry I love you."
Why is something that should be so easy so difficult.
Unsaid words make opening lips
like opening a safe
with locks from another world, and steel walls five feet thick.
Why can't I talk to you.
Why didn't I speak.
I'm sorry.
I thickened the walls of the safe tenfold
It's now guarded by locks whose combinations come from memories which never happened.
And the only way to open them would be to change the past
and I've watched television.
They make it seem easy.
But I know that in this world, memories that never happened are ones that never will
and even if I guessed the numbers
the locks would open a safe with words from a different time.
words no longer real, and no longer mine.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
It is here where full folly and neglect,
born of a passionate quest for gain,
unraveled itself with mistied knots,
and toiling so, so did toil in vain.
Beginning with void, proceeded with care,
til time unleashed his urgency bold,
and climax's self - imposed descent,
ended with a void that was tenfold.
And hence a masked soul now does wander alone,
no longer searching the fairies' famed path,
nor leaping up for what some still call joy,
nor bothered by what some still call wrath.
Expectant anon of nothing,
but the passage of another day,
even minded and completely numb,
with nothing that it must do or say.
'Cept spare for it's own self inspection,
and temperance of it's own dry eye,
resolution built deep in a stone foundation,
with a permit,(perhaps), for only a sigh.....
when the stars have been stolen by the moon,
and departed altogether; the dimmest of nights,
for this is when memory comes to visit,
and the stoic and romantic fight their fights.
Until the sun grants the firmest victory,
to the mind, over heart; ...control,
and then rising without the need of courage,
To place the mask back on it's soul.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
The bright white filaments
Burning behind my eyes
When I close them and lay down with
An arm over my face to block out real lights
Burned out brightness
Setting fire to pain receptors
Send bolts skittering through my pan like lightning
Or raindrops
A heartbeat multiplied tenfold
And reversed
Fluttering like butterfly wings
And mazapan
And fire in the wind.
Sleep becomes a fever dream from a nightmare
So I stay awake another night
And burn out my filaments.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
if it was my last day on earth?
harmonies, contradictions..
an accusation against mother nature's omnipotence;
prophecies, predictions..
tenfold more wicked these claims lay
fallacies, convictions..
for questioning an unquestionable supremacy.
policies, traditions..
May 22, 2011
May 22, 2011 at 12:08 AM UTC