"thet" poems
aes·thet·ic
/esˈTHedik/
adjective
adjective: aesthetic;
adjective: esthetic
1.
concerned with beauty or the appreciation of beauty.
"the pictures give great aesthetic pleasure"
giving or designed to give pleasure through beauty; of pleasing appearance.
"several aesthetic gardens radiate from the fountain in the square"
noun
noun: aesthetic; plural noun: aesthetics;
noun: esthetic; plural noun: esthetics
1.
a set of principles underlying and guiding the work of a particular artist or artistic movement.
"the colorless aesthetic"
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
Wal, Thanksgivin’ do be comin’ round.
With the price of turkeys on the bound,
And coal, by gum! Thet were just found,
Is surely gettin’ cheaper.
The winds will soon begin to howl,
And winter, in its yearly growl,
Across the medders begin to prowl,
And Jack Frost gettin’ deeper.
By shucks! It seems to me,
That you I orter be
Thankful, that our Ted could see
A way to operate it.
I sez to Mandy, sure, sez I,
I’ll bet thet air patch o’ rye
Thet he’ll squash ’em by-and-by,
And he did, by cricket!
No use talkin’, he’s the man—
One of the best thet ever ran,
Fer didn’t I turn Republican
One o’ the fust?
I ‘lowed as how he’d beat the rest,
But old Si Perkins, he hemmed and guessed,
And sed as how it wuzn’t best
To meddle with the trust.
3.3k
There they are
drooping over the breakfast plates,
angel-like,
folding in their sad wing,
animal sad,
and only the night before
there they were
playing the banjo.
Once more the day's light comes
with its immense sun,
its mother trucks,
its engines of amputation.
Whereas last night
the **** knew its way home,
as stiff as a hammer,
battering in with all
its awful power.
That theater.
Today it is tender,
a small bird,
as soft as a baby's hand.
She is the house.
He is the steeple.
When they **** they are God.
When they break away they are God.
When they snore they are God.
In the morning thet butter the toast.
They don't say much.
They are still God.
All the ***** of the world are God,
blooming, blooming, blooming
into the sweet blood of woman.
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you wrote me a letter with you signature
in that letter was lines of lust. this lust was deep you talked about .. curves ,breast , lips
i read on and thought **** he moves me with so much passion i sworn it was because he loved me
because i was the only woman that feed him songs of freedom . freedom from the chains of pain
late nights of running through each others minds.
you wrote me a letter with your signature in that letter was lines of secrets you talked about your past i read on
then understood i couldnt be your little secret anymore. i would have to leave you alone you wrote me a letter with your signature in in that letter was lines of mysery the paper wet from your tears and in bold letter was the reason why. you said the lost of compassion kept you up late. tossing and turning in bed. and that you havent ate .
you wrote me a letter with your signature in that letter was lines of love. deep love that you wanted to experience. love that wasnt judging but forgiving . i read thet letter thinking we could have done better. grab my hand i can take you back to your begining when you and i were kings and queens
at the bottom was a p.s. stating that you have moved on.
and what we shared had been lost.
that time was wasted being with me. you needed space to breathe. and thats when i knew that the writing was not about me.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
What if you look down,
There will be a dawn.
Your eyes sparkle in the night,
How can thet shine so bright?
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
Happily he deals very gently and understandingly with me. I love him.
(sonnet #MMMMMDCCXCV)
Not mists. Thet ghostly whiteness as a veil
Down where the valley shivers in suspense,
Flirtatious winds' moist breath stale in the sense
Tis muggy ere dawn cast off Sunday's pale
Thought of more hallowed things, and in a frail
Excuse I button that blouse Mum gave thence
To me, to die as seeing her worn face hence,
Those precious eyes, and hate me in betrayl.
Oh Robert! How I want to scream as twere
Until the universe is shattered to
Sheer nothingness. But then as now in poor
'Scuse, no sound can come out. And I tell you
Cuz only you seem understand. Mists tour
Forsooth, and I still breathe, pray, love you too.
24Jul16a
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
*I think it was pop....yes, the Hinoi Team, among others. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9i3VCVHzTAY]
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCXLI)
Rain. Streetlights hemmed by ghostly mists' detail
Watch cars line up to scatter in a sense
Upon their ways, and it is late, for hence
We do not listen to beat music's scale
Of "happy" thet I'd smile for ere, the pale
Eye of these sent'nels blacker night'd fringe thence
Our silent what? as he talks of defense
In sheer forgetting, like I knew'd avail.
None knew quite why my cellphone's covrage poor,
And I suppose in retrospect, laughed to
Themselves for how I'd sit there so demure
Without my ride, the libry's bench wet too,
Me wrestling with that slim device sans cure.
I oiled my boots for sloshing puddles' crew.
03Apr17a
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
Once upon a time we had the hymnal propped by the kitchen sink so's I could learn; years later Mum would sing along with me, and now...I like never but once in a blue moon dare to sing aloud, for missing her to tears.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCXLVII)
What's happened to--me? Rainy hours detail
Thet eye with silver's touch while green lawns fence
The minutes fog obscures by vague suspense
With softest carpets rolled out to avail,
And I'm not erm, my own in sheer betrayl;
Erst naked trees lost to mists' whitish sense
Of yonder, I could shiver, and do hence,
Cuz in a blink I'm his upon that scale.
One comment like my wont five days ere, poor
As what? now he distracts aught hours 'til through
Suggestion I am giggling, sober, tour
His deepest sorrows, and maunt say he'd woo?!
Of course, I'm better searching violets, fer
All that. Let purple wink low, saying we knew.
05Apr17b
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
A normal couple during the week,
But when the weekend comes,
They cancel all that bores them both,
And to passion they succumb,
She bathes in water full of roses,
Soaking up the essence,
While he chills out,
Afew quick drinks then unwraps his **** present,
Thet meet at home, the kitchen sink,
Their first of many meetings,
Then living room, where he comes first,
Her mouth licks up his greeting,
Theback yard table plays the host to we, hot loving passion,
Where she comes next, then to their room,
She models **** fashion,
They warp themselves around eachother,sweat just makes it better,
They probe their bodies, grinding down,
The scent makes her get wetter,
Before they know it, Monday's here,
And in comes that routine,
They kiss goodbye, head off to work, and crave next Friday,s meeting :)
Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 4:32 AM UTC
...might as well be?
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCLXXXV)
Lo, now the moon peers in to splash a pale
Glance 'cross Mum's carpet, up my legs and thence
Upon these silent hands sans voice, a sense
Thet silver eye just watches, what'd avail?
The Scriptures. As tree silhouettes detail
Nigh ghastly clouds with blackened figures, hence
Recall "...one glory of the sun--" fr'intents:
"...Another of the moon--" what, in betrayl?
Forsooth. I am not Mum, nor shall in poor
Scuse ever match up. Yet what should I do?
My aunt sez God has me still here as twere
To do His will. I can't but own tis true.
Dreams, prayrs, half mock what is. Whatever, fer
All that is my work? Someday swear I knew?
09Jul17a
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
Like, huh?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLVII)
So I'm, oh nevermind, just what sans bail
I ever was, the ep'thet of good sense:
"Not good enough," regardless all pretense,
Still mine to own despite my efforts. They'll
Laugh in my face and pat my head to scale,
So full of it they never think but thence
I must be likewise, when I'm not. Come hence.
Let me go lose myself in woods t'avail.
I'll listen to the crew of fallen stir
Beneath my footsteps, looking up unto
Deep blue skies twixt the naked branches, fer
A vision of beyond. The turmoil through
Their madness let me now forget as twere.
Oh LORD, restore my soul. I wait for You.
23Sep25a
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 9:33 AM UTC
a bus ride to somewhere
tranquil or at least to
somewhere less loud
i look high or tired or
a combination of both
what is the word...
there.
pa-thet-ic
maybe traveling with
an empty stomach helped
because normally
i would've puked
banana bread and tea by now
i've always hated shaky
drives and the smell of
air freshener
do you hear all the noise too
there's a madman shouting
in my ear, a ****** karaoke tune
and a tiny voice saying
you're immaterial
repeatedly
or is it just me
how do you function
when you feel like you've lost
an arm except in my case
it's my brain that's been missing
you should see my stash
of milk cartons
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 5:00 AM UTC
You are allowed to laugh, I've heard it is good medicine.
(sonnet #MMMMMCMXCII)
Alas. I cherish too much, in a sense,
October's pale eye, and how in betrayl
Thet lonely yellow leaf 'non skitters, frail
And hapless 'cross the blacktop, lost from hence
Within grey shadows as cold winds breathe thence
In careless fashion through worn Maples' hale
Stance, green, orange-kissed and whispring of ne bail
Whilst Death walks silent through this vague suspense.
These blue skies wear a cloudless mien as twere,
Yet blinding echoes of thin fragments do
Some tour of duty in their backdrop fer
Good measure. Yellow gladrags dance, the crew
Of staid leaves fragile. But I love't all, poor
As saying is, only wanting, yessir: You.
24Oct16a
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC
I have to say I am tired of people looking
. On the outside!
G'd what terrible words thet are! I am more,
It hurts my pride!
I am a girl, a woman who had to fight
To live my own life, don't I have that right?
Why do I have to explain to everyone that I like men!
Why do I have the feeling I have to pick up a pen?
To tell once and for all my face is not the real me
Why can't people see??????????
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
Flowing like the water baby
This is what his problem
Maybe take the world it makes you crazy
This is what is to me.
Astronauts become so lazy they don't tell us thet there leaving.
Can I get a kiss goodbye or something that you always tell me.
Lies, lies lies,lies
That's all I hear!
Die,die, die, die
Or disappear
Hook:
I'm so out of here
I disappear I disappear
Shine your light ,shine your light!!
Be Reveal...
Be revealed....
Pridefulness is what you want
You cover up the goldly stuff
And satans gunna make you lunch
So foolish when it comes to this
Son of God we need your love
Like a whole in one that's playing cause
I never seen the difference of
A perfect one to helps cause
Lies(4x)
That's all we hear
Die(4x)
Or disappear
Hook:
I'm so out of here
I disappear I disappear
Shine your light ,shine your light!!
Be Reveal...
Be revealed
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
L14: No, ***** but...enjoy the moment.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCLXXVIII)
The mourning dove ere twilight yield calls, whence
Orange winks upon thet waking thought's detail,
And lo, I hear it softly coo. Grey mists in frail
Nigh ghostly touch a thin suggestion, thence
Do maples faintly shiver in suspense?
I thank the LORD for that voice on the pale
First notes of whither, erst wont to avail
My soul, and dawn sifts through to crown that sense.
How Joey worked "each day this week," yet fer
All that's forever on my mind. What, to
Effect, now does the culver's song as twere
Mean? How I used to know. Or thought I knew.
Now like a memry of sweet days lost, poor
Though what be? Does it bless our hopeful dew?
05Jul17b
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
i like people doing what they want to do
i can’t stand people copying me
cause to me, thet are very very nerdy
i think mum is too respecting of people
too caring cause i don’t want to meet my mates when i am 70
i prefer to be living in adelaide or maybe even hollywood
have my own television sitcom
i am a slob but i am no controller
if you want to tell me to stop
just think, i won’t listen, i am a hard case
my house isn’t too bad ya see
i get it cleaned once a week ya see
i don’t have to do the family thing
for the simple reason, i haven’t got a family ha ha ha ha
you see i hate people playing with knives
knives are used to **** people with
it is horrible to **** people, HORRIBLE
I ain’t getting killed, i want people to stop saying brian’s not a cool kid
i know how not to **** people off
i like computers, they are more fun than teasing and punching people
write it out of ya, i am straight i don’t like koomarris or norms cuddling up to me, i am not gay
i am as straight as a knife, i don’t want people feel they have got to muck with me
those people are losers anyway
don’t **** and don’t pity, i don’t do that kind of thing
i was telling someone voices, but i didn’t want any pity from it
i am a computer **** kid, my family are off to bed, so they can be left alone, what losers are they
you feel better sleeping on the chair like me
i hate nobody but horrible fighters, teasers and robbers
i am a nice kid, who really knows how to behave, (yeah like a buffoon)
i don’t like people living in the past with me, saying my brother and mummy are still cool kids
they are complete and utter losers, but i don’t **** them off, causer in life, i am happy
they are angry i am happy they are angry, if patrick mucks with my mum, i will walk past
his house and blast heavy metal music or stan right to her head, there is no such thing as an adult
i am a cool person, too old to be a kid, i liked patricks voice back then, it is just mum and dad were
worried about me, rightly so, but i am loving life, people who go to bed, just go to bed to die
i liked patrick, because he teased in a cool way but i hate his voice now, because i do what i wanna do
i am not into being bullied around, just because i don’t (quotey fingers) go to bed, sleeping on the couch
is what all famous people do, i haven’t got a family, so i am hiding from you, and then they say
your father isn’t around to protect you anymore briany, so watch your step, i understand when i was young
but now i know how to behave, like a nice person, who wants to help the poor by helping at common ground
and maybe just maybe, DONATE a few tapestries
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
The drama is Korean and called "Save The Last Dance For Me." I loved it until the final episode.
(sonnet #MMMMMMDXIII)
I watched those silver curtains whose thin veil
Down in the valley blotted trees with thence
But ghostly figures 'hind thet rainy sense
Of nowhere, while the greener Maples' tale
Just whispered on this hilltop like to scale,
And thought dreams were too pretty hence
Wrapt up with love in those refrains, til whence?
But how we punished these in sheer betrayl.
La. Why must even dramas skew in poor
Excuse the heroine? She suffered to
Effect and then some, 'til when fin'lly fer
All that they had all, she was crippled through
The villain. Wherefore must we ruin as twere
E'en that? The rain gone, midnight glowrs, deep blue.
23Jul17
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCCXLIII)
So, if I wait until the morrow, pale
As aught excuse, we might continue thence
This theme: I meant to scribble--for intents.
Espresso. With sweet conversation, bail
For many years, passe, lost in betrayl
Since April was't? This morning likeas hence
We'd never ceased, I sip with Dad, a sense
Of sweeter hours in tow as if t'avail.
And Wordsworth oer last bits of coffee, to
Effect where Sunday afternoon in tour
Could don a sense of happier years we knew
When Mum was still with us. O tis a poor
Suggestion. I cooked lunch with mishaps fer
Reminders of the LORD's great mercies: new.
24Jun18
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
hi. [funny thing about chancing upon that particular title is my first boyfriend used to wrestle with my brothers and I]
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCXCV)
Ah, silver twilight! mists like to a veil
Down in the valley, maples nod from hence
Their greener boughs as rain 'non whispers thence--
That voice my soul harks unto, low and frail
Yet oh, how sweet! If only in betrayl
I could 'gain lose me on that haunting sense
Which tugs at nary sleeve, yet knows fr'intents
What I sae yearn t'embrace, light waxing pale.
My brother sez thet all does change as twere,
Um, after we are one, though neither to
Effect know truly, 'cept by what, in poor
'Scuse, others say. The Word of God is true.
I'm sick of waiting...yet. Leaves dimly stir,
This half-light all I cherish, without you.
14Oct17c
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
Yo.
[L1 the "he/his" is my father when I exuberantly said it looked like...April.]
(sonnet #MMMMMMCXIX)
Ah me! His short reply: "It's February." dense
With aye, signifcance--oh! but how these pale
Yet baby-blue fresh skies white cloud puffs trail
Across in, like to ice floes' vague pretense
Upon some vast sea, whilst the sparrows thence
Chirp gaily, distant as the fragile scale
Of golden warmth's note--heavn's eye in detail
Thus proffers--hints of April in aught sense!
Come, feel it in your bones, nor say tis poor!
Tree skeletons' long naked boughs splashed to
Effect shift as thet purplish touch haunts fer
A space cloud islands and oh! Say we knew.
Yes, I still cherish these, whileas the moor
Lies frozen, glad tis cuz I miss Mum too.
01Feb17a
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
...miss Andrew. L14: Will didn't?
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCLXV)
Ya, moonlight at my feet whileas in pale
Excuse strings whine oer how I slumber thence?
The violin half shrieking, thet eye hence
Just stares down through my window to detail
My auld duvet as if on purpose, frail
White on the side I allus choose, a sense
Of what? 'non waiting in sheer silence, whence
Note how, and switch the radio off to scale.
I'm hungry now tis midnight--is that poor?
Twa sips of coffee, cold and stale ist too?--
Twelve hours 'go when twas fresh---and who cares fer
All that by now? Not me. Let Shakespeare do
Up lines none read cuz oh! we love as twere
His plays. We don't, at that. But ah, who knew?
13Apr17c
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
AS he wrote baad grammr t machine went spat
toomyx my lowe igo I think you thin kI caseto care.
I ‘s iddll explain. So yu yeware witness,ywhsitory.
U diedred thet right.?
See u tut yuelwwlle
Tr..,i
Samuel Kj, Bazz
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
TEARS in MA HEART
From a distance
I c a baby in d strit
cryin in cold and all alone,
it seems he's mama is gone
and no one to show him love,
he's gat ear's like a rabbit
and hair coiled like that of thet arabics,
from a distance i can c hunger
boldly writen in his face
and it seems he has been left alone
2 die in a place meant 4 waste.
i can see people passing by
but no one care 4 dis baby,
d baby cried louder and louder
but no one seems 2 hear.
i feel big deal for this baby
and i can feel ma heart crying 4 dis baby.
since no one cared or heared
The loud cry of dis baby in d street
how can anyone feel my depression,
My pain or hear the silent cry
for dis baby in my heart.
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 5:04 AM UTC
Little girl falls down
And hit’s the ground
Tears in her green eyes
Doesn’t know of lies
Only the sun and the wind
In her hair
Doesn’t know Deaths hand
Is there
About to take her away
She only feels the pain
In her knee
Later on she will see
Falling from the tallest of mountains
She was shouting
For someone to save her
As Deaths hand swept her up
Put her on his wings
Made her sing
Made her sing
She had trusted that thet would keep her safe
But that day
She died just a little inside
She tried to hide
The memories away
She couldn’t know that
Someday They come bring her pain
Back
She would remember
The cold nights of December
Falling from the tallest of mountains
She was shouting
For someone to save her
As Deaths hand swept her up
Put her on his wings
Made her sing
Made her sing
And the cold nights air
Sent chills down her spine
Her mind was mine
We were one
The damage had been done
She was Death
I was her
We were one
Nothing left but the shadows
But we had eachother
To rule the night
The spirits will fight
But you'll be alright
Reaping the dead
It's in her head
She was born to be
She was part of me
Falling from the tallest of mountains
She was shouting
For someone to save her
As Deaths hand swept her up
Put her on his wings
Made her sing
Made her sing
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 3:43 PM UTC