"tester" poems
Softly, gently, I sipped
your red cherry-lip petals
patiently, silently, I grabbed
your brown nip-let buds
deeply, knowingly, I drowned
into your blue eye-oceans
The feminine body turns
to be a dates garden
amidst my own
barren desert !
Williamsji Maveli
Email: [email protected]
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KGA (UAE Chapter)
Literary award for Poetry declared for
Williamsji Maveli’s “Arramviralthumbath…”
The Kallettumakara Gblobal Association (KGA), UAE Chapter has announced their first poetry award for excellence to Williamsji Maveli's third poetry collection titled as “Arramviralthumbath …” (On the tip of the 6th finger, published by H & C Books, Trichur) .The award has been declared by Mathew David, Chairman of KGA at their Executive Committee meeting held recently in Sharjah Emirate of United Arab Emirates. The award has also been considered for his poetic works scattered in his recently published book named as “Maa Salama." ( means "With peace" in Arabic). The poems have been gathered from different desert sketches, focusing on his real-time life experiences ,while he was working in UAE for more than 30 years. Williamsji, (Williams George), former Ras Al Khaimah based Journalist and lyricist of tester-years has been nominated for a literary award for the first time for literature. The Award is being formulated by KGA (Kallettumkara Global Association, UAE Chapter) for outstanding contributions to literature from the native writers of Kallettumkara, a village town in Trichur, Kerala in India. The award will be presented by the KGA’s UAE Chapter on the grand occasion of their 10th anniversary, which is being scheduled to be held during September, this year,
according to Mathew David, Chairman of Kallettumkara Global Association.
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 3:09 AM UTC
You saw by panes held by thin wire.
Two-ways seeing crumbled fire.
I remember autumn
Checking at the bookstore
In your vans on film you wore
No conception of bottom.
A kid from Mexico, 15
Convincingly my age unclean
Walk summer down West Sylvester
Powder sugar walkway, tester
The ******* **** is blue
Wild eyes tell me you knew.
Back across the fairchild lot
He slid to drive; I told- we bought
They'd taken off without their lights
He barreled lone known route recites
As I scream STOP
IT ISN'T WORTH IT
I'LL GET YOU BACK
PULL OVER, ****
No one taught us how to quit
We rotten without teeth to grit
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
I spend my days
And nights
Testing toys
Of all shapes and sizes
Vibrators, ******
Ben wa ***** too
They vibrate and slide
Deep inside
And then I write a review
This is my life as a *** toy tester
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
I have spent most of my life
walking through department stores.
I have come to feel that
Bill Blass, Ralph Lauren, and Calvin Klein
are close friends.
I ride the escalators for exercise.
I have become a professional cologne tester.
I check my credit rating daily;
American Express knows me
by my first name.
I have been married and divorced three times--
to two mannequins and a sales clerk.
I got stuck once in a revolving door
during the entire "Summer Madness" sale.
During annual clearance I inadvertently
got marked down to $42.50,
but due to inflation,
I have regained my worth.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
____I'LL NEVER FORGET "THAT-NIGHT"___ It was 8;00PM, a Thunder and Lightening storm had just begun and what seemed like thousands of BB sized HAIL WERE PELTING the roof, making it Hard to Hear the Ringing Phone ! ! I Barked OUT a "HELLO",,,the tearful, hesitant voice on the OTHER END....CRIED OUT... " Come over quickly" She pleaded and continued with "IT'S LIKE DEMONS Have CONTROL OF HER ! ! ! ,and SHE KEEPS CRYING OUT .. AUNT BEA,,, Aunt Bea... Over and over"_______ . This was going to require a SPECIAL-EXORCISM I Stated... "I'm ON MY WAY" ! Upon my Arrival , I was greeted by a trembling,sobbing LaCretia,,claiming, "HURRY to the Library Room.,Rochelle is waiting ! !" The repeating AUNT BEAS were spoken as if Gargling... "WHAT are her Symptoms " I Queried ? IN A VERY-SLOW Determined Voice, LaCretia detailed the following,,,, "She has the BLUES, She has the BLAHS, She has BLEMISHES, She has BOWEL Constriction, She has been BLASPHEMING, She has BUTTOCKS Wrinkles, She has BREAST quivers and has been having BELCHING FITS "! ! ! I THREW MYSELF ON THE FLOOR IN PRAYER...Asking for the strength to DEAL-WITH these DEMONS..._____** A N D **____Here's what CAME-OUT of ROCHELLE,,,, *(#1)=BREEZEWAY-LIPS= when encountering these rascals ,it's highly suggested that WE BE UNDER Proper Cover.. (#2)= BISTRO-BREATH-LEADER= Demons that emit SPECIAL AROMATICS into the air ,that keep screaming ,,"IT'S TIME TO EAT"....(#3)=BEHEMOTH -TESTER= Demon assigned to see how BIG OF A MONSTER he can turn you in to ....*( #4)=BRAZEN-FELLOWS= Demon who attempts to Get "YOU" TO **** INTO EVERYBODYS BUSINESS, and ruin their whole day & night...! ! ! I THEN SHOUTED OUT TO **ROCHELLE ** " ARE there any more " B " DEMONS IN there ??" Rochelle, collapsed to the floor,, I promptly RUBBED-IN the BROWN SHOE POLISH into the soles and heels of feet,,*** FOREVER-BLOCKING ***__" B " DEMONS , the ONLY-ENTRANCE to our BODIES .._______ Rochelle ,with a new found strength, lifted herself from the floor, Gingerly grasped my hand, Pulled me "VERY-CLOSE" . KISSED me with a FERVOR , THAT I CAN "TASTE" TO THIS very-day... I bid LaCretia and Rochelle "GOOD-NIGHT",, AND FOUND MYSELF "WHISTLING" and "THINKING" as I walked to my Vehicle.... "The Demons are increasing their activity ! ! I MUST "BE-PREPARED" for the NEXT-CALL_____PERHAPS FROM * Y O U * ??___
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 9:06 AM UTC
Weaknesses
My weakness is sweets, but don’t get it twisted, no food is found to weaken me. But a sweet personality can, so can a sweet smile, or a sweet touch. Basically sweet people are like sweet candies of different cultures, and I shall be a proud cultural culinary taste-tester, moving races like NASCAR in motion.
My weakness is money. The all mighty dollar isn’t so almighty to me, but what it can do is. I long for the materialistics of life that money can bring, and the attention it can get you from supermodel brides or low-key bed warmers. I like the feeling of being wanted and tolerated regardless of what I’d do and how I’d do it.
My weakness is power, for, if I held the power of a man’s life and spared him, he’d be loyal indefinitely, and that would be enough to satisfy my needs to feel loved. I’d have a friend who felt indebt to me, and that feeling of needing to accommodate would change my view on what was real and what wasn’t.
My weakness is attire, for you see, when I walk into a room, I want to draw the eyes of those watching, hateration rising in their veins and jealousy shown on there face. I want the Black haired beauty with the short red skirt and open-toed stilettoes with the dark purple toe nails and thick hips to come my way and think lustfully of me, is it a crime to desire such reactions?
My weakness is body, for I love a girl who can take care of herself. Long hair, manicured nails, teeth that aren’t begging to be drilled, it’s a weakness I have and can’t seem to fix. But then again, why would I desire to fix it? I’m not asking for perfect like a conceited rejectionist, or wanting more than what I can give like I was lying to myself, I want someone who can keep up with themselves before even attempting to keep up with someone else.
My weakness is *** appeal, because whenever she bites her lip and looks in my eyes, I can see rockets shooting through her glass lenses and aiming at me. But once I smile back, determined face, cute features and as much appeal as I can muster, explosions happen in her body that causes goosebumps to pepper her flesh like shrapnel in a war-zone.
My weakness is skin to skin, after all, it’s my right to want to be loved, why not demonstrate it by holding hands? Why not live past the edge and on the tip of existence like birds on a powerline? I am careful enough and she’d be loving enough that no vibes of failing would even cross our way.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
Desperate times calls for desperate measures,
Desperate mind, peer pressure?
Are you blind or are just a tester?
Leave her behind, IT will not give you any pleasure.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
By throwing caution to the wind
I will sing for you
But I'm no fiddle
To be played and laid aside
My heart, My body, My music
I decide
Your eyes, a mirror
The growing light bursting from my fingertips and toes
Causes my shadows to dance across the walls
The energy of a kindergarten classroom bouncing in my body
A spirit made not to stay stuck to the ground
Dreaming, Stretching, Climbing
Those, my people, define me
Drums beating the rhythm of my motion's design
No sample to be grabbed
Unwrapped
A tester
Then to be put back
When you hold me
Hear the beating
Of this feeling that's my being
What I want to be
Is excited till I'm not, see?
Deserving of my heart
You very well may not be
Unwilling to play
"Do you, Don't you?" The game
Don't shove me
Afraid that I might someday go away
If you push me now
That'll be the choice you made
When it comes to this short precious life
Playtime's ending whistle blows
You do or you don't
You're the only one who knows
The birthplace of fear
To identify
We learn in time
Understanding
Now or then
What it is
While it lives
In the now
Here it is
Giving faith
We choose our team
To pass a fragile thing
Back and forth
Sharing something new
Me & You
No fear
Just truth
I will love you
Because that's what I do
I will love you
Because I don't know
What else there is in life
But love that's true
Will I find my source in you?
Life is Fleeting
Love is Time
Time is Energy
Energy is Life
Without Honesty
Everything means Nothing
We're off to Never Neverland
But Time keeps moving forward
My happy thoughts will always be the things that make me soar
But who and what and where will be the reason they are born?
E.Poe
Oct. 2013
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 6:05 AM UTC
I am the Joom Jot
Draw center
Fickle taste tester
I am the Un-block
Faith lender
Stitch-Med ******
I am the going
I'm the going
I'm the there right now
I am the Joom Jot
Doodle-ease
Caffeinated lung
I am the Roe-bot
When I please
Diaphragm sung
I am the knowing
I'm the knowing
I am the Over-bone plow
Would you stutter in my face?
Would you find your own place?
I am your instinct followed
I am:
"Create Right Now"
Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 12:11 PM UTC
10 things I wanted to be when I grew up...
1. An Artist
2. A VERY FAIRY PRINCESS
3. The 90's all over again. Just so I could remember why I was ever born in the first place.
4. Beyonce's Prodigy
5. Someone's favorite movie. What pleasure it would be to feel loved. I've never ever felt like someone needed me to be happy.
6. Professional taco taste-tester
7. Happy.
Like a woman's first glance at her new born baby.
Like the ride home after dinner with a friend you haven't seen in a while.
Like the notebook of a 5th grader who doesn't fit in but can write mean metaphors.
Like a good cup of ramen noodles.
Like a handshake from a God, like a past that's fine with being in the past.
8. My mother
9. The devil to my birth parents ****** up example of "love"
10. Forgiven.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
I started skipping meals again,
It’s honestly not a big deal.
Because just when someone notices,
They tell you how to feel.
I want someone to love me,
I need to feel that fire.
But all I’ve ever really known is how to be desired.
Because if they don’t like you,
There must be something wrong.
So here I am, replaying and repeating, the exact same song.
Because if someone likes what they see,
They are more likely to try it.
But I don’t want to be tried anymore,
For God’s sakes just buy it.
Because I’m not a cheap tester perfume with the paper thrown away,
And I’ve been treated like that almost everyday.
I started skipping meals again so I could be ideal,
I wanted to be seen as special,
I’m just trying to heal.
But maybe I don’t want to be seen anymore,
I can’t deal with anymore eyes.
So now I listen to this broken record,
Telling me societies lies.
I am beautiful and I can be happy,
No matter what they say.
You can always buy a new record,
Just as tomorrow is a new day.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
I had the gun pointed
My eyes were going to close
Everything worths it
But i saw a baby clothes
Since the "+" the tester showed it
Then i saw the receipts
I remembered what you wanted
Trigger down and off the bullets
An idea cameUp and i decided
Drove my B and the trip starts
To that spot where it started,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Anyways!!!! Its under one of the wipers.
The reason of my Suicide it the reason of my Breathe.
I just thought about it, do you remember when i promised you to be the wall to lay on ? And the stairs to move on ? Thats why i was **** To not take a shortcut to reach something worth it.
A GOOD LUCK, LIFE, AND HEALTH Is all i WANT FOR YOU, MAYBE YOU ARE ON THE RIGHT WAY, who knows maybe Joe is the JOY.
But after all, i just realized that we didnt start YET, that was only the light SPARK.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
Life is full of adventurer,
you just don't know what is going to pop up,
or sneak up on you,
you just need to ride the roller costar,
life is full of great opportunities
that are waiting for you or seeking you,
Life can be full of wonders,
that you just don't know what is going to happen next,
Never worry what life will bring,
It just make it more exciting,
Life is a faith tester,
will you take the leap of faith in life,
Or let the worry of life eat you alive,
The choice is yours, Live today,
worry no more, Life is a long destiny,
so be ready get set.....LIVE LIFE!
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
Got a job as a *********** Tester" for a company that manufactures stun guns and tasers. Spend 8 hours a day going, "YOWW-ZA!"
01-20-2016
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
(not ringing)
Bringing shrill
in a sense vacuum
a violence
Mewing, gut string taut
shock shell
instrument strung
along the centre of a tester tube
Abused sense-fully
with over leaden silence
packed tomb
vacuum
provision tank
a violence
Violin
waves
admin crowding
crowning grin
audience of labcoaters
a tinny able
a stint completed in this pressure test
out come;
all fists and winning
soldier born
a re-spun sinner
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
One more crack in the sky and some poor bastard's wondering why or how he'll get by,
workshy? by no means just no means at all and the means tester calls,well what a surprise,more ******* cracks in the sky.
Someone lied and covered their tracks and now our backs are against the wall.
I wait to see which way the cards will fall,a man with no chance who is gambling on chance,
This City we live in,London,iconic,
how ironic it is then that its full of the poor, when it's so filthy rich.
If life is a ***** then she's a miserable mistress
leaving us in this **** mess
of debt.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
I feel examined
By cautious meats
With wet soft teeth
I've earned an energys' attention
I'm being fumbled with and considered
Perhaps I am to be
A tester of new waters
On lifes' behalf ?
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC
A great chasm gaping but no words are escaping and it feels like I'm skating on ice.
Nice though it may be each day comes to slay me as the morning breaks open my eyes.
It cuts through my skin as it finds a way in and I want to get out but cannot,that spot in the sky burns me down and I die into daylight once more.
I am trapped on the scrapheap where sleep is the answer and the question unset, is this moment in time where I get the unsettling feeling that my life is just peeling away,
the chasm spreads wide like the tide's going out and I find I can't swim but the day's already in and so it's going to be fine.
Then the wine flows like evening that goes on and on and the bottle once full is now gasping,
almost gone.
The ash of the day flusters slowly and gray and the night grasps me tight to her waist.
This tester,this taster of what will be later is enough for the hour of me,I see trees bare,unladen with care,I see them full with the blossoms of May and am blinded by beauty,
surely
sore and rocked by these cores which are central,essential and necessary to me where the elements line up and the squadron I see forms the form of all things
and the conclusion I come too is that all things will come true as each day I break out of breaks through into me.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
Your fingertips held the heat of stars
Mine only knew the warmth of a flame
Your smile hid the smirk of the devil
I only knew the smiles of the ******
Your words were laced with poison
I was never one to request a taste tester
You were as angelic as you were demonic
The heart you held was left ****** and bruised
The memory of your smiles are engraved with burnt lines
Your last words are stuck on reply
"I still love you."
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
WHO ARE YOU?
The question is deeper,
You must go deep than this,
You have to go deeper.
How can it be a common world?
its a most uncommon world
whatever it is that appears for you,
you are the seer of it
you are the one who sees it.
Who are you ???
How can it be a common taste?
its every time uncommon taste
whatever it is that appears for you,
you are the tester of it
you are the one who taste it
even the food,
even the fragrance of perfume
even identifying with something
camping, sleeping and flying
all of these are phenomena that you are observing.
who are you ?
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 1:06 PM UTC
words words words... from morning to night, that is all they do, there words can make fright! they can change you in a way no action would... in a way nothing could.
words are not bad or good... they can be nice or crude... they can take any side... you can twist them around, until they fit your agenda! words can become any propaganda... and than there is the words guy... in his word laboratory... the words guy wont get much praise or glory... his words are not many, and less enticing than most... compared to those other guys he does not come close!
words guy listens to words... he puts them on his words tester, he checks through each one and does not try to go faster... he carefully looks for lies and forgings, that is what he does from night to morning.
because words guy fears words... in this fight of ideas they are like swords, they can be used by any side, wrong or right... and the lies that they bring can be far out of sight! but even tho words guy tests all words alike... his own brutal true words nobody likes.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC
I awake.. For the moment its dark.. Then the light comes.. Slowly this place makes itself real to me.. And if I am seeing what I am seeing I know that I have finally let go.. It felt alot like the spring. A beautiful comfort in the air kept me warm and cool all at once.. I begin to walk and notice the flowers.. How they are there to simply look beautiful.. I let go some more and am able to smell the atomoshere.. Its as if the rain just finished kissing the earth.. Then my memories flood on in! My eyes water at the sight of her! She is here.. I tell her I love you so so much!! At this point I am lost to this amazing technology! Not able to tell what is real anymore they break my link.. I am lucid once again! My eyes still filled with tears.. You see I am a product line tester. This new tech and invention is called Soul-Cell.. And I was its first user.. By God! Tears still ran down my face.. What you people have made is simply heavenly.. And I have one question.. Did I just visit heaven?
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
trainspotting in st mary magdalene church 02.09.18
welcome to poetry that's dark
many will have a trip down memory lane
shooting up goes on in every park
even near church st mary magdalene.
look at the spoil
wide spread makes it mega
has everyone got hooked on danny boyle
or maybe the stud ewan mcgregor.
the park has a tremor
infarct its making society ill er
is that going in ewen bremner
with side kick johny lee miller.
having a fix and leaving a skid
really is vile
5 mins and leaving kevin mckidd
not touching any syringe is wise robert carlyle.
no longer looking for a tester
urban poverty and squalor comes naturally
edinbough needs no investor
they are filthy rich culturally.
best film in 2004 ever
is the resemblance knotting
****** trade is very clever
ahead of its time was trainspotting.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
Et si la vie était une simulation?
Et si la vie recommencé à chacune de nos erreurs et nous effacé la mémoire ?
Cette impression de déjà vu, de deja vécu n’etait qu’un fragment de souvenirs de notre ancienne vie?
Serions nous déjà rencontrer 100 fois auparavant ?
Quelles étaient nos anciennes versions?
Et si tout n’etais qu’illusion pour tester nos limites et nos réactions?
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC