"tine" poems
You must begin early
while it is cool and your head clear
discernment, a sharpened tine
probing the rocky darkness
for all things latent and destructive.
Be aware that the velvet sage
of the leaves belies their power
to take over every space, remember
roots burrow deep, anchoring in
fissures we don’t even know exist.
You must delve as close
to the origin as possible
or the **** you think eradicated
will bide its time, germinating
in the still secret ground
waiting for light
to penetrate the moist earth
waking the sprout
who voraciously pushes up and out
a curled blemish
in your otherwise carefully tended garden.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
treacherously torrid and torrential torrents of totally tangential tumultuous tortuous ; tyrannically torturous adjunct viably salient seethe.
procrastinating pandemic plenipotentiary prosthesis ; prosaically pragmatic parenthetical predication predilection premise prognostication
panoramic tableau preternatural propensity proclivity prestidigitation gesticulation :
gyration guidon ; ghastly gruesome grotesque hideously horrible horrendous heinous
grotty gnarly
diabolically maniacal dementia brusque macabre abrupt
awful
amalgamated anathema analysis agnate aggregate aberrance
somatalogy virtuoso cognate obduracy
worse
rudiment ebullience , confluence effluent effusion affluent , prolific profusity opulence , cogent fecund secular secund , recondite redolence abstrusely obstreperous mesomerism resonance resilience
protractive perpetude futurity
blither blandishing blabber burnishing boresome blahs
lithe blithe jabber prattle chatter tithe
morose morsel moribundness
stolid stoic
stalwart bastion bulwark
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
Bhíomar ag imirt haca an lá sin
Agus bhí tu ina bhall de mo fhoirenn
B' uimir a dó tú: mise, uimhir a trí
Thog an fhoireann sealanna chun mo chathoir a bhrúite.
An 'carbad na tine ' mar a dúirt mé
Ba naíchóiste é i ndáiríre.
Bhí tú ag tiomáint
Agus bhí tú ag rá rudaí
Chun an leanamh a cuireadh isteach air
Coisúil le 'Nil aon seanc agat' nó 'Iontach! Fior-iontach!'
Níor dhúirt tú aon rud nuar a luaigh mé gurb inís Hamlet breacht dom.
B'fhedír 'dáiríre?' ach sin é.
Tar éis ár gcluiche
Ghabh mé búiochas duit
Bhí tú ina sheasamh ar an staighre
Bhí mise ag strechaint le mo bhúiochas
Mo mhaoltheanga: tá fhios agat
Chonaic mé an trua i do shúile
Bhí mé lag agus bhí fhios agat
Chuaigh tú sios staighre gan fhocal
Fádo, duirt tú go leor...
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
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Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
Upon their Setting Names—
The Iris not of Occident
That disappears as comes—
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In our tine of war
You seized your chance
Left me in the hands
Of our enemies
Treachery against your comrade
Turning my own on me
Leaving me for dead
I never saw it coming
When you left me
At the gates of hell
But I'll return
You can not
Simply lock me away
I'll crawl back to hunt you down
I'll find you
Rob you of your joy
Leaving my misery on your shoulders
You know I'm coming
We'll meet again
At the gates of hell
You're in ruin
Not worth a dime
Or anybody's time
No longer in power
After twenty-five years
I've paid you back
With what you deserve
I'll leave you
Just as you left me
At the gates of hell
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
Look at the sky, this can't be true,
The waves of passion splashing bright hue;
Wetting the world with sweet vapours, an aura so new,
Am I in the cradle of heaven? I have no clue.
I fear my churning emotions, vulnerable and timid,
Slumber is now a traitor under my closed eyelid;
Shhh … those are whispers of Aphrodite and Cupid,
Silencing all my doubts,”is it a sin I did?”
Never before have I fought a battle so sweet,
Arrows struck, heart swelled with its heat;
I surrender; in this war I gladly accept defeat,
Laying all my weapons at your feet.
I was a delicate glass, being filled with the royal wine,
Careful not to spill an ounce, even under the stress of a tine;
Could I enquire, such addictive taste exists in whose vine?
A magic which could make nectar out of nicotine.
How could a slight gaze invoke such mountains of desire?
Veins which never existed now tingle with fire;
In resonance to your presence, my senses change attire,
I can’t find my heart. Did you steal, borrow or hire?
Roars of celebration, as clarity weds confusion,
Heart and mind continue to exist as characters of fiction;
Is it LOVEocracy or LOVEarchy ? Hold election,
How have I been conquered? I need depiction.
The pixels of sanity escape, leaving behind tender pores,
How do I fill these? I spot only a single recourse;
To inhale the oxygen of happiness, I have none but a single source,
Who can squeeze, topple, and bounce my heart, without a trace of force.
I would reform from a flower to a drooling leaf,
Am lustrous and luminous only under your ownership, you thief!
You wouldn’t depart from this sack of gold is my belief,
I would always possess a memory of our time is my relief…
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
i collect stamps
not the mail kind
not the male kind
not the may hill kind
not the mayo ill kind
not the may hue kind
not the maim yew kind
not the mwaya view kind
not the mwayam myeil kind
not the amaway yilovski kind
not the mynsigwi malomisten kind
snot snee smail skind
rot tree trail rind
trotsky braille grind
hot bree hail's tine
kind
kind
kind
kind
kind
kind
kind
kind
kind
kind
kind
kind
kind
mail
mali
alim
liam
ailm
ailm
ailm
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC
I argue the point and take a stand. How is eating food and sliding a fork in and out of your mouth so much different than a kiss? It is a sensational thing to be fully present for either but if I cannot be kissed I will eat like it is my ***
A hard chair. Sit upright. Dress right..or undress just right.Heels of course. No Tv. NO PC. Silence or the Cocteau Twins Treasure.
Treasure is the third studio album by Scottish alternative rock band Cocteau Twins. It was released on 1 November 1984, through record label 4AD. With this album, the band settled on what would, from then on, be their primary lineup: vocalist Elizabeth Fraser, guitarist Robin Guthrie and bass guitarist Simon Raymonde.
The album reached number 29 on the UK Albums Chart, becoming the band's first UK Top 40 album, and charted for 8 weeks.[9] It also became one of the band's most critically successful releases, although the band themselves have expressed dismay at it. Know your ******* music!
Sit proper and nice. Make a nice table setting-IMPRESS YOURSELF!!!! I mean **** who is in your mouth?? You have more sensations all over than you use..I might spank you if you do not do a nice setting and snap a photo..you know I want to sea green IT!!!
Now take the time to feel the complexity of the flavors built, skill involved-maybe a ******* KILT!
Feel the sliding of the FORK IN AND OUT..little strokes in your pout.
Let is slide so slowly out..feel the edges..nice and smooth..let it slide feel that tine groove.
Chew so succulent and slow..feel the textures and LET THOUGHTS GO
Feel the flow, taste everything within it sink below.
Belly warm, food is desire..imagination and being present is all that is required~
The best way to treat myself is some fine dining. Living watercress & Italian parsley- balsamic vinegar salad on the side of a tempting dish of white beans with sun dried tomatoes, mushrooms, onions, celery, cilantro,orange peppers and some garlic and chili paste with a lemon slice I ate right away and dashed the whole thing with a drizzle of balsamic. I did not taste test anything. I know what a good balance is. My meal was a 5 star worthy dish. I ate everything on my plate.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
Nothing to feed my unicorn
Just odes and chants
And hope
But it stomps and tramps
In vain for faith
At the far end
Of a rope
With ears laid back
And rolling eyes
And skyward pointing tine
Neverland never
Looked so good
But maybe it’s
Just the wine
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
the fostry boys and clair-n-tine hills
will wrest away their fears
like marcks-alarns and floaty badge
and puffer-nickel stills.
they'll bother beat with ever chills
and lime-lack in the surf.
I'll wait for time appronaheed,
I'll ferret out the mirth.
you'll not buy wick-ends in their fall
nor taste their merton soot,
you'll waste your fully throtton ball
and save your lamest foot.
as they're the childs of never-been,
the cartwheels at street and rue,
unghost their face as your beating slows,
these boys, to res-cue you.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
As I sit here writing,
so many different things are flowing through my head.
So many different emotions.
I feel humiliated, at the same time very gullible.
I feel I should have taken the signs and ran all the way with them, other than contemplating.
Hoping that there would be a change.
They say you learn from your mistakes,
but I believe you have to make the same mistake a couple of times to actually learn from it.
You need to see and realize what you're doing wrong.
Sometimes you tend to blame the wrong things as the cause of your problems.
You say maybe if this one thing was different, everything would be perfect.
Some find it hard to face reality, and just realize the situation you've been trying to make right this whole tine was just not meant to be.
As I sit here writing,
So many different things are going through my head.
So many different emotions.
I feel let down, at the same time angry.
I feel I should have taken the signs and ran all the way with them, other than contemplating.
Hoping that there would be a change.
I hate being angry.
Its not a feeling that excites me.
Not anyone at that.
But at the same time, it's an emotion that we all come across a lot.
I let little things get to me and stick.
They tell me to let things go and to just flow.
But as they say, things are better said than done.
The feeling you feel when you feel let down is dissappointment.
Not so much to the person or object that has let you down,
but more so, yourself.
You're dissappointed that you let your guard down.
Then it came back to bite you in your ****
Then when you're let down over and over again,
you start to have trust issues.
Which is enough to drive you crazy.
As I sit here writing,
so many different things are flowing through my head.
So many different emotions.
I feel calm, at the same time collected.
Because even though I didn't take the signs and run all the way with them, I still feel that I've learned.
I feel a sense of accomplishment and achievement.
I'm not blaming anyone or anything.
Everything happens for a reason.
That is what I believe.
So as I hold my head up high,
I smile at everyone and everything that has caused me to feel humiliated, gullible, and angry,
because it has all taught me something and gave me an understanding.
And it has lead me to a journey of no worries and happiness.
Thank You!
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
early morn (5:00am) scanning, scrolling,
unrehearsed searching and the question
appears in a “loves that got away” column,
*(why do all these descriptors start eith S,
I think I know!)*
and off on another self-effacing, investigative determination, a mental biopsy of another hopeless cause,
that results in poems too long
though the body and mind are rested,
with six hours of uninterrupted sleep,
and volumes of dreams,
the quest bags a burr in the bed,
(yes, rhymes with head)
but n o t h i n g pops in with a grin,
and a bell ring, stating presumptuously,
why that’s me
and the fault failure fear
in me
engorges
this really distresses,
with & in a deep sense of awful,
how can I not recall this momentous
illustrative precious precision
proof of why life is worth living,
and worser still,
don’t I get to choose,
isn't this an interrogatory,
suitable for a pre-provided
Multiple Choice Answer?
a pause to collect myself from a
falling into a hole of nefarious negativity spiraling,
*suddenly
recalling so many
kind and gentle touching brushes
of your comments re my poetry,
which provoked warm tears*
^***and one more tine,
poetry has saved
a life***^
5:37am Saturday 2-15-25
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 5:47 AM UTC
Lumpy, bumpy, feeling rather jumpy.
Nodule? Cyst? What have I missed?
Kindness pouring from soothing eyes - ladies in purple who have seen it all, beckoning sirens though to the hall.
Consultant - God, Guru, Man, Father, Lover, Philanderer, Tooth Fairy, Assassin
He checks like a 15 year old boy, passionless, conscientious, circling
Is this ok?
Lump - Yes. Bump - Yes. Am I going to jump? - Yes
Off to see the coolest man in the hospital - the Ultrasound guy
But first back to sit in cornrows with the ladies who coyly all dressed like me.
Russian roulette - someone will be upset.
Mamm-o-gram - scans your ***** like ham.
Kindness of the operator who's careers advisor could never have predicted this.
And then up and off to be seen by James Dean
James Dean with a wand and gel and a screen
And a squint then a glint - it might just be ok....?
90% its benign - oh mine the benign, fine, tine-y lump
But we had better double check.... with this massive needle
Please Mrs D please don't wheedle
Eyes shut tight anaesthetic mirroring a mastectomy....is it still there?
Then back to see my crew
Of ladies old and not so, a sea of tight smiles and frightened eyes
90% it's benign
90% it's benign
90% it's benign
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
Am waiting for the right time to come
Waiting to open up the biggest secret of my heart
I have waited till now
days passed, months passed and I patiently waited for the year
but now may be the right tine came to open up my dear
it's hard to share your pain and happiness with someone
y can able to share this with only someone special
and you came in my life and became my someone special
I didn't fall in love
I have rises in love more day by day
Its not an intentional love
It's just happened
But yes it's my sweet and gentle love
May be my wait is over
but now again my wait have started
and from now am waiting for your answer my dear love.
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 12:34 AM UTC
A : Feelings come and go...
Leaving their mellow tracers on my mind,
while my body is wracked in pain,
my heart is full of thine..
I imagine thee on my side,
soothing my hair with your fingers tine.
That's mostly enough to relieve my pain...
Aah what to say of the fire that leaves behind?
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
Tell me what you Dreammmmmmmmmmmm
What You hope for
I'll Listen to YOU
'Cause I want to
I Love You I Love You I Love You
I Love I Love I Love Youuuuuuuu
Can YOU hear my Heart Beat
Every Beat is for YOU
Content I am Dreamin'
Of only Lovin' YOU
I Love I Love I Love Youuuuuuuu x 4
© Debra Lea Ryan
14-15.02.2025
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Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 7:14 PM UTC
What good does thought do,
When your mind can't use it?
Time loop,
Repetition, lurking death.
Is my life an endless day?
Or has this day become endlessly my life?
We don't think.
We worry about what we have.
Tine has lost all reality.
But where did it cross the line?
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Little feathered beast, come settle down to sleep.
Latticing branches will take you far from here.
Learn 'til naught's left for the cerebral to reap.
Seek divinity of shadow, gain Nox's ear
Noxious curiosity, potent and deep.
Darling, elfin wolf: your song they long to hear.
Those silly creatures, they pry and they ****
Your beauty transcending your cries, to them odd.
A century 'mongst saplings -same of blood, not time.
Children of the night, curious and divine
Sought the mystique wielding both reason and rhyme.
Memories of Eden, on seraph you dine.
Romani wisdom you reverently mime.
Morn their gyve and sharpen your tine.
Lithe lycan, shadows claim, demure your sole crime
'Surely something as so must be stitched or sewn.
Such a thing mustn't be of nature's own.'
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
I'm reformed now, but I miss my good friends
Al K. Hall and Nick O. Tine!
Where have you both gone my good buddies?
I do miss you both and all the
good times we had together.
My wife and the church
tell me we should not associate.
I know this but I do miss you both.
Such memories!
I do sure miss you both all the
good memories we had together.
I stopped by the old bar yesterday
just to say Hi! to Jake the bartender.
He remembered me right off, but do you?
I sure miss it,
You both and me together.
Good old alcohol and
that great nicotine.
How swell we got on together!
Seems like only yesterday
we sat at the bar
the three of us together.
Now, wife and church-
they have broken up that old gang!
Oh! how I miss my old friends
Al K. Hall and Nick O. Tine!
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
We’re standing together now, under the light of our winter moon.
Standing proud, for the love we will share begins soon.
I see your face, shining, with that certain celestial light.
You’ve brought back my hope to glow eternally bright.
Unattested, you have answered my call; all I’ve been praying.
And I’ll always cherish this peace and the love you’ve been saying.
You’ve filled the gaps, sitting idly inside my heart.
It’s been longing for you, all this time we’ve been apart.
I will cherish this life we’ll have, so you can be closer to me.
And for the greatness, we’ll share, growing endlessly.
I want nothing more than to face this all, together.
And the chance we have to start our “happily ever after.”
///
Acum stăm împreună, sub lumina lunii noastre de iarnă.
Stând mândru, pentru dragostea pe care o vom împărtăși începe curând.
Îți văd fața, strălucind, cu acea anumită lumină cerească.
Mi-ai adus înapoi speranța de a străluci etern luminos.
Neatestat, mi-ai răspuns apelului; tot ce m-am rugat.
Și voi prețui întotdeauna această pace și dragostea pe care ai spus-o.
Mi-ai umplut golurile, stând în inima mea.
Mi-a fost dor de tine, în tot acest timp am fost separați.
Voi prețui această viață pe care o vom avea, astfel încât să puteți fi mai aproape de mine.
Și pentru măreția pe care o vom împărtăși, crescând la nesfârșit.
Nu vreau altceva decât să fac față tuturor, împreună.
Și șansa pe care o avem de a începe “fericit pentru totdeauna.”
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 10:23 AM UTC
Beneath
a Marlboro
hat was his faded straight
pin and rake tine hair in patches.
A carton of Light
100's glowed house fire red
in the cashier's hand.
He pulled a fifty and two tens
from his wallet then coughed
up blood into
his sleeve.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
The platform is cold,
Numbingly uncomfortable,
The 15:03 train is delayed,
Good.
I would rather wait in the bitter cold
Than return to reality.
It finally arrives,
Sighing as its engines
Relinquish all strength
It has to carry on.
I chose the longest journey to London,
Every stop,
Every pause in tine that I can temper
Linger in.
The fatigue may settle
And my hands may quiver,
But the memories of this week
Are irrevocable,
Laughter,
Friends,
Alcohol,
It was bliss to say the least,
But all good things must come to an end.
There is still the journey through the underground,
Maybe I could lose myself in a sea of commuters
And culture?
The urban rebels
And buzz of tourists who yearn for adventure?
The only thing that propels me
To step off the platform in the first place
Is the thought of ending up in his arms
By the end of the evening.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
Plecat-ai la răsărit, a nopții mele lună,
Până ieri, îmi vorbeai de ce ne-a fost ursit,
În sufletul meu, ai lăsat neagră furtună,
Unde ești, iubita mea, de ce m-ai părăsit?
S-așterne cerneala, al scrisorii mele sânge,
Așteptare, vise nespuse, ale iubirii sclipiri,
Frumoaso, dorul de tine sufletu-mi frânge,
Cărări de gând îmi leagă ale noastre amintiri.
Unde-s pielea ta cea fină și buzele-ți dulci?
Mai știi tu, oare, în poiană, lângă vechiul măr,
Când voiai, capul în brațele-mi să-ți culci?
Cunună albă de mărgărite să-ți aștern în păr.
Se usucă cerneala, al scrisorii mele sânge,
Pe paginile pline cu lacrimi vechi de dor
Vântul acasă te cheamă, fereastra te plânge
Unde ești, iubita mea, eternul meu amor?
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 4:37 AM UTC
small the stream
the tiny boat drifts
we are here
under the sun
shall we call it
"sacred scene?"
--
the day awaits
who you are
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 10:02 AM UTC
12.00pm--
now she was floating
in thin air.
she couldn‘t see herself
because she was not
even there.
13.00pm--
she barely heard
the police siren in the
far distance.
she could feel her ghost
slowly separating from
her bleeding body.
14.00pm--
all she felt were hands,
number of hands touching her,
all over her body, examining
her like she was a science project.
she didn't like it.
but soon she was going to be with
him, and that's what calmed her.
15.00pm--
finally, she was finally gone.
she didn't exist anymore.
all she was now,
was a spirit, while
her lifeless body was in
an old coffin.
16.00pm--
before she went and saw him,
she wanted to know how her
mom was holding up.
she certainly didn't expect this,
her only daughter to be dead.
nobody did.
17.00pm--
she saw him.
just a glimpse of him,
but still.
he was here, with her.
finally, they were together,
where they truly belonged.
18.00pm--
she was now in london.
she left the rainy and dull
germany and went here.
she was just a ghost,
she could go anywhere
she wanted.
after a long tine, she was
happy,
whatever that meant, now.
19.00pm--
she hasn't seen him.
she was exploring the world,
but she could sense something
was missing.
it was him.
and she would do anything
in her power to find him.
after all, she killed herself for him.
20.00pm--
he still wasn't found.
she didn't even know where she was,
heaven or hell?
it didn't feel like any of those.
21.00pm--
she was torn.
this wasn't heaven.
nor it was hell either.
it felt like something,
bittersweet.
22.00pm--
she went by her house.
she shouldn't have.
she saw her mom,
crying her eyes out on the
dinning room table.
she felt quilty, for once.
and she kept watching as
her mom screamed and cursed
at the world for her daughter‘s death.
23.00pm--
it wasn't in her nature,
but she gave up.
she shouldn't have,
but she was worn out.
her death, her dying,
was a mistake.
but she realized it a little too late,
and now it was impossible to
turn back time.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC