"trustee" poems
I join the game,
I act so lame
but,
really I'm a troll
and the tides take a toll
I spout up dank memes
until the non-memers scream
and when pepe comes about,
take the meme-haters out
"stop, stop, noob!" they say
while eating Doritos and singing away
your 360 no scope can't **** me,
cause honestly, your 'friend' is my secret trustee
so bombard all you want
fill me with hate
the memers will meme on
until it gets...
late.
goodnight.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
Oh Coffee Machine! My Coffee Machine! You've finally finished my drink!
For every morning you brew me one -I place my mug in the kitchen sink,
Every drop of your goodness; topped with whip cream; finished just in time,
The things you make, lattes, coffee, are absolutely divine,
Just as I was about to fill and pour the once empty mug,
almost as empty as i'm feeling; there's still that leftover bit of hope,
But wait, Can it be? My old trustee machine?
It mustn't be the end of my coffee machine peering near,
It can't be the end of my morning routine,
For all I hear are crashes; unfamiliar to my ear.
My Coffee Machine! Dear Coffee Machine,
The hiss of steamed milk, cream and roasted coffee beans,
The wisps of steam lingering in the air as you make my coffee,
Dripping ever so slowly in my cup -Coffee that's dark, bitter and black as night,
Early in the morning before breakfast; before I take a bite,
This half-full cup of coffee won't do me good for the day,
Without you I think that the morning skies themselves will be grey,
But wait, My dear coffee machine!
I keep pressing the button clear
It can't be the end of my morning routine,
For all I hear are crashes; unfamiliar to my ear.
Waking up with no cup of coffee, ask not what the future may bring,
Without the energy, I don't know whether sorrow shall reign or happiness ring,
Everyday I now wake to breathe deeply the aroma of life's bel-fry,
For if I ever smell the subtle hint of coffee in the air, I let out a sigh.
Oh Coffee Machine! Dear Coffee Machine,
You've been here for so many years,
It can't be the end of my morning routine,
For all I hear are crashes; unfamiliar to my ear.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
Suicidal tendencies, alleged attempt in 2011
(National Scholar-Athlete)
Bipolar with psychotic features, meds necessary
(President of student government)
Anti-social features, deceptive, manipulative, lying.
(Captain of varsity athletics)
Qualifies as a pickup. Forfeits all rights. Police involvement if necessary.
(President of an all-star rugby club)
Extreme aggression. Any homicidal idealization should be taken seriously.
(Trustee Scholarship to a renown private college)
Narcotics abuse. Marijuana, LSD, Klonopin, ******* Alcohol, Painkillers
(3.7 GPA)
Masks and shields intentions. Deceptive with professionals.
(Active volunteer)
I advise that he be admitted to a hospital immediately
(Participant in community)
Drug abuse counseling, medication, extensive therapy necessary
(Leader of peers)
Diagnoses fly like a panhandlers love affairs
Your inexact science is a disgrace to what I've created
A philosophy based on your experience
Ignoring the dynamic of the human condition
****** for feeling to much
****** for not feeling enough
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
My love, this is especially for you, I hope you will like it. With love from, Sylvia / Mijn lieve, dit is speciaal voor jou. Ik hoop dat je het leuk zal vinden, liefs van Sylvia.
as highest as the Chomolungma in Himalaya region
as magic as this Mount Everest correction
as huge as the Nightwatch of Rembrandt
as imposant as the Niagara Waterfalls when you shall land
as friendly as the Ricefields on Bali Island
as generous as the Space Needle together with Manhattan
as lovely as the puppet dolls my fiancé gave me in Jakarta
as beautiful as my wild Rose's voice when speaking about Indonesia
as wonderful as Serfaus at wintersport-season
as warm as Granada could be on Summerdays without a reason
as romantic as Venezia on dark nights
as cool as Paris sparkles in Autumnal lights
as truest as Jesus died on the cross at Calvary
my love for you so loyal as Plath's words, no fata morgana
so honest as Picasso's own Guernica
it means only most important and precious to you and to me,
this I tell to you as my only trustee and devotee.
Truest love ever known, most loyal ever shown !
I have told you all these with the help of God, amen.
Sylvia Frances Chan
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
How come your body of warmth
Boulder of boldness and hope
My limbs in vain, fold
In and out of its hold
Smoothness and strength
Making me hang stealthily below
As the muscles in your arms
More than tickle, grip, supporting my back
Frolicking, commanding every enclave
Exploring this landscape with precise measure and expertise
Cherishing every arch, every curve, every carving
Like the greatest monument,
You guard me against all elements
And every time you press this lips
Cautioning against the unleashing of nirvana
Tinkling with mere existence
There's a launching of infinite catharsis
Even when this land becomes regimented and bound
Enclosing every possible escape
Encroaching, expelling the very efforts to liberate
You pause in front and gaze into the power of my eyes
Extracting every trace of repression and restraint
Canvasing, surveying the infinite value of this place
The conqueror, the lord, the trustee of this land
Has come to stop pondering the chase
He's built the greatest monument, he never planned
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
No bond has
Ever lasted
If
One is
A pathological liar
And another
A psychological trustee
The light inside
Somehow
Awaits to overtake the dark
Just like that
Feb 6, 2023
Feb 6, 2023 at 7:27 PM UTC
my dear
you are a bird so fly just fly
fly,because not only those who have wings can fly
smile, there is no day in life to shed tears
blossom as if there is no flower in gardens like you
you can do everything
everything is in your hands
it is not your duty to always breath in air of failure and regret
regrets belongs to those who do not believe in God
when there is all haters
he will always gifts you one who will loves you a lot
because he knows everything needs some love for its growth
a reason to smile
now you have to find it
be stronger enough , now world is your
in your favor
don't even try to loose hope
"hasbi Allahu wa nam'ul wakil"
God is sufficient for you and is the best trustee of affairs .
my dear
God bless you
writer : kainat rasheed
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
In all schools, there is the assembly conn
Which directs the class or the school yon
Expectations of all – trustee – the swan:
Choosing topics and teachers from Taiwan.
Keeping updates is teacher’s duty since eon
So is the assembly to represent omicron.
Different themes or topics about nylon
All are dealt in assembly now and forlorn.
Hence is the theme of Creativity chosen
By Divine Child School in Mehsana anon.
This duty of inculcating values is always on.
This will go on till students change begone
Illiteracy, agedness, negative mindset, wan.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
Spare Flower
The African night is beautiful,
In fact, it is divine’
Says the lady, visiting Iraq.
So I announce
I am the one leaving with your ignorance,
With minimum skin and a fractured soul.
The city is an adjective
And I have only my words.
This life eliminates the vocal paths from your being.
There is only departure
And my name was fitted to me.
I became the trustee of verse,
The spare flower;
The one talented in what has not yet been written.
No.
It never was
And never will be
That I form poems for you,
Grow them inside you,
Or write them in coercion.
So beat as you wish.
I am done with living in denial
I choose another life.
Madam,
my bed and the graveyard of my joy;
I crave with my longing the scent of water
but its stench pushes me away
to the gloom of the snow of *Afyon,
the coughing of its chimneys,
the doubts of its elderly’s stumbling steps,
and squeals of the bones of trees
.
Translated by Dikra Ridha
*Afyon is a town in the mountains of Turkey; it is where the poet was exiled.
…………………………
It is published in (ScreaminMams) magazine march 2016
© Copyright 2016, by Faleeha Hassan. All rights reserved under the Copyright laws of the United States of America and international copyright agreements. No portion of this book maybe reproduced in any form, electronic or otherwise, without written permission from the author. Email: [email protected]
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
Winter brings
falling puffs of weightless white
gliding effortlessly down
to the ground
pausing briefly on the wings
of swaying outstreched needles
from the pine,
the winter wooden warden,
trustee of frozen forest.
Arctic winds
seize hold the fragile snowflakes
plucking, snatching, and clutching
the flimsy
whisps of still independent
drops of moisture from the air,
forcing them
down, down, down to the icy
surface of the silent earth.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
1 thank you
—- = —————
X I love you
Teach: Solve For X
X is 1, thank you = I love you
if you are lucky, lucky to be adjudged trustworthy,
someone’s ******** inside insights freely given,
unexpected with no disclaimer, no red stop sign,
“danger ahead,” after all, you inquired sincerely
you caught out breathless, the big data absorption
rate is exceeded, but you understand this tidal wave,
formed thousands of miles away, you and your silly
notions of ‘learning from love,’ aye, were the trigger!
you understand this gale force long in the forming,
the unleashing a cleansing, a self-tallying evaluation,
a crooked trail of struggle, optimism, recovery, both
a reliving and a relieving, and an entree to relief living
and you, fancy shaman, you wordysmith, understand,
you’ve been appointed a trustee of someone’s heart,
can only best muster is an ineloquent encompassing
“thank you,”^
acknowledging a bond you’ve granted, a bond accepted
and overwhelmed by this Rubicon crossing invitation,
you can’t yet blather, pry, think small, just acknowledge
this gunshot across the bow landed squarely tween eyes,
sensing, hoping that this simple response was pitch perfect
minutes later, you receive a summary judgment, to wit
an entirely unexpected
“I love you,”
a declarative, simple equation, understanding that it’s
a spontaneous gush, with no judgment, no risk, pure
acceptance is purely sufficient, that it comes with an
overwhelmingly baked-in affection for,
you, fool,
for just being there, for asking, for learning, eyes tearing, if
you, fool,
have love within you, then you should give it, give it,
give it
3:53 PM
Tue. Jul 21
Twenty Twenty
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 4:04 PM UTC
What is it about me, that makes it so easy for you to hate?
Is it the way that I have succumbed to being your doormat,
Or perhaps the knack you have of making my heart deflate,
I try so hard to make you proud,
Being your savior, your friend and your trustee,
I try to make you talk about me out loud.
But it would appear that you do not think of me.
I must grow as an adult in order to survive,
And then maybe you will care if I am alive.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
The devastation
swift, like a thief I never saw
The Night never wished.
The old tide left me
Out in the darkness of sky
waiting the tides turn
I stood before you
Naked and afraid soul bared
And you just vanished
Delicate beauty
A lone tear ripped from my heart
No explaination.
In nothing I trust
Now love is a trustee but,
All of its own mind
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 5:55 PM UTC
There are simple parts of me
That long for you to be here and see
Look at this pain etched on heart of filigree
Of which only you could have been the trustee
Waiting for a love in the great beyond where you hold the master key
A passion of which you and I hold an honarory degree
Because I love you, so honest and true, every single idiosyncracy
But I'll be waiting an eternity
If I believed that you and I can become three
Because that, my dear was never meant to be
It breaks my heart that this was your decree
And so I must now set you free
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
I look around and I got family all around me.
Its not all blood, but its still family all around me.
They dont gotta ask if what they hear must be,
because see, they trust me like a trustee.
And to see them hurting, thats a cut that cuts deep.
But they know I got their back, just like they got me.
When this one is over, another life comes guaranteed
And they're down to ride to the sequel with me
These people are people that are equal,
Equal to the people that share my last name.
To say I know them, my heart bares no shame,
Me and these people are one in the same.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
One hundred and seven pennies under my tongue
From all the times you never cared for my thoughts
Swallowing them up
Left a metallic taste in my mouth
Bitter
Reminiscent of the blood I ****** off my dripping skin
From your words of indifference that cut deep
Into my soft poet’s heart, that aches to be set free
These rusty coins sit in my throat
Tastes sour
I wander for water to quench my thirst
Searching for the perfect words, a secret key
When an empty book calls to me
The lady at the counter says one hundred pennies, please
I feel my throat tighten, resisting release
This little book silently promises ease
This
Tastes sour
But fills the depth of my desire
To be known completely
An intangible hug warms my body
Wrapping my heart in a hazel aura
Guiding me Home
Now my trustee black book with a broken spine and pages filled
Calls to me from time to time
Frees the songbird from my ribcage
And ignites a fire in my mind
Squeezing creative juices from my right side brain
A golden energy trickles down my spine
And through my fingertips
Flowing like honey through my ball point pen
Onto a blank canvass
That begs
To know me better
To hear my words
It lets me purge
These thoughts with no resistance
The white space of a turned page
Offers a pillow for my tired eyes to close
And invites my imagination to wake up
And paint vivid colors with my words
I speak so fluently in this cursive tongue, now
It keeps me sane so I remain
With my soul between its pages
Tucked into an embrace of solace
These words float from my brain
And every thought becomes ingrained
In these pages,
That glisten with my copper-colored word *****
Each corner bathing in my tears and my fears and my freedom
Reflecting passion poured from a piercing hot artist’s kiln
Critiqued by no one
This is a poet’s chant
And one by one,
I spend my pennies
To be heard
On this medium of acceptance
As you too, Deserve
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
She has made a flood out of her cries,
She has been abused emotionally,
She is feeling uncomfortable to tell
Because of the torture she is in
You left her heart locked,
Now she is folked
Because of you
The inner peace she had is no more
Yes!,
You forced her all the night
In that dark room
She told you no
But you forced her
And you pelled her silver hymn.
Why did you do that?
See now she is in pain.
How is she going to tell her mum?
She was the trustee daughter.
Her mum,wanted her to be a graduate
You took that as the merit
And left out.
She was cute before
With everything ,
well caved body,wide hips
And pink lips.
But you ended up
putting her on the laps.
Merely one night
Broke are heart.
But you never noticed that!
You kept digging-digging
Her soul till you took her pride
what genre person are you?
Remember you force her
In the absence of her mother
You never know
it wasn't making sence
See now she is in pain
See now she can't make a move
She have lost the dignity
and the unity
You forced her to trust you
You forced her to wait for you
You forced her!
You forced her!
You have put a dark cloud on her
You have painted her
As a black sheep in her family
Why! Why! Why!...
Did you do that?
She used to smile
She lived a happily life with friends
She seems like,she has broke a vow
Remember you forced her.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
In joy and awe I sit
In stillness, completely free
But when you look
A *** is what you see
Your minds and movements
Like busy little bees
Buzz buzz buzzing
Believing you are free
Preferring to race in circles
Blurred flower Grand Prix
Round and round you go
Spinning endlessly
I am like that flower
An unfolding trustee
Toward the light of day
Easy as you please
Comfort in my roots
I am the one who sees
In the rushing wind I sway
Dancing on the breeze
You do your best not to look
To you I am unease
To me you are a river
Of busy little bees
Unaware of your breath
A wasting disease
Letting everything define you
To varying degrees
I need not move a mile
Stillness my skeleton key
I need not move a foot
I am everything that I need
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
ROCKING IN PLACE
Facing forward still rocking to and fro,I am solid but the ground moves beneath me
Staying in place will not win a race, without exploration the view will never be new
Takes a lot of gravity to move a flat rock ,it remains while the waves carry the sands out to sea
Hard to feel wild while so idle, reins pulling at the bit and the bridle,what continues to connect me to this lonely avenue
Highest high quietly slipping onto the edge of purgatory,if growing blind are we the best to be our own trustee
Guided into this new place slowly but surely being edged from the race,should I simply accept the lesser *****
When does the climbing stop,regulate inhibitions to grow to the top,predetermination of seeing the edge is no guarantee
Able to remain mobile or ability to go global not to be taken for granted to many simple or fine things to pursue
Drawing a blank sitting solid on the planks ,memory lost at what cost are we becoming life's next detainee
Chair takes it's place as we stand aside, what may place us there so easily without a care ,are we ready to set into something we can not undo. R.C.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
Trustee Board Church member
Saying no words
No good morning nor hello
Shadow fella
This is hard to take
God is no mistake
Must have an open heart
That’s a start
No church wants congregation to depart
Spiritual virtue
Heaven’s eyes devoted
Soulful voices in song extend
Words are golden
Uplift praise
The Lord is about love
All connected into Faith
Standing and maneuvering in great length
Silence shouldn’t
Words on utterance
Speak when spoken to
Embrace in the after
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 6:59 PM UTC