"undertakes" poems
a thing most new complete fragile intense,
which wholly trembling memory undertakes
—your kiss,the little pushings of flesh,makes
my body sorry when the minute moon
is a remarkable splinter in the quick
of twilight
….or if sunsets utters one
unhurried muscled huge chromatic
fist skilfully modeling silence
—to feel how through the stopped entire day
horribly and seriously thrills
the moment of enthusiastic space
is a little wonderful, and say
Perhaps her body touched me;and to face
suddenly the lighted living hills
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What does it mean to be a Chicano/Latino in the US?
What does it mean to be Black in the US?
What does it mean to be a minority in the States?
You know what that means...it means that we have a lot to prove
As in the words of Booker T. Washington:
"When a white boy undertakes a task,
it is taken for granted that he will succeed.
On the other hand, people are usually surprised
If the ***** boy does not fail. In a word, the ***** youth
starts out with the presumption against him."
Now in a society where institutionalized racism,
Or racism without racists, prevails
We are disenfranchised from even being considered youth.
We are a bunch of wetbacks, idiots, moron...you name it,
Where failure is expected of us...
...but enough is enough, we should not abide to the stereotypes
And stigmas that society stamps on our foreheads.
As a matter of fact, I do not ever recall giving this white patriarchal society
My blessing to call me whatever the **** it decides to call me.
We are here to take manners into our own hands, here to do whatever the heck our heart desires.
We are here to create the change that we wish to see in the world.
We are here to become the few & growing positive statistics that we fight for.
We are here to create voice and shed the light on those wins that we take to our hearts.
No one is here here to reflect the stereotype that this ****** up society
Tries to slap us with on an everyday basis.
We are here to change perception of who we are and where we stand in society.
We are positive statistics...not a stereotype.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC
Loving you is like I'm falling in and out of a world where no one cares about emotions, dazed and confused about how or why these feelings come and go, there's something unexplained about this guy, He looks at me as if I were the only one around, his smile undertakes any sadness deep within my soul, his gorgeous eyes , hypnotic and sparkling .staring straight into them is like him seeing right through you , you want him to see your story but you are too afraid he might see those scars, you fought a Long Battle between yourself and, she takes a quick glimpse of him as he said. I know.. Your story. And you need to forgive and forget..those long lost battles with Yourself...
Even those scars will never fade nor be forgotten you can always say I am a warrior, I have fought. Through thick and thin, I've seen better
, I've seen worse but you , you have managed to pull through and throw away all of those meaningless, endless days of sorrow ,... We can undertake anything together.. Do You know why?? .. Because I am a warrior to.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC
I Sleep ;
I Slip
In Doze, I Seep out into the Scenes ;
In Potions Deep
In Notions Cold and Preasuring
I Fit and Knit my Crown
I Coral
I Knot and Concrete a Frown
But though I Invite my Efforts
My Thoughting is Leaks and Tearing *
Over Whale but Underwater
I Recover Nothing Reassuring
Slowing to a Pale
In Ocean Cold
My Feedings are Slurring to a Drown
My Motions ; Enwombed and Collected
An Unfoetal, my Body Undertakes a Vulnerable Mould
Above
The Surface
The Ship Blinks, on Fire
And Gifts from the Broken Hold Sink to me
It's all a Wink Directed at me
A Humour
But I am become Prepared Still
For the Next Life
I Discard, Decending Still
A Treat Sunk Below
A Monsterous Breakfast
*note : as in, secreting saline, watery fluid
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
Sort of my tears
Downing from my drowning years
Misplaced by the thoughts and the fears, the way I volunteered
Gutted with the truth
Peeled from honesty command
Reprimand every plan that you have in ill hand
Grasping my inner thoughts
Forcing life’s demands
A fascination with illumination at grand, we need resources so you folks can understand
Understand the apocalypse
That this earth creates withstands
No underhand punishment for all our services undertakes
Aggression that reflects submission of a ****** decision
Finessing bad investments that does pay diabolical visions
Visiulizing the future
With expectations of a better nation
Memorizing the gratuitous grids investigating relations of races
Ripping my dedication
To eradicate your personal needs
Reinventing the seeds to ********** these eternal breeds, steadily free with a force feed so like paleo we crossbreed
Bleeding for a greater oppression
Wishing for a better revision
Exceeding admissions teaching lessons for a better concession
To all who receives the valuable lesson
By: Lyrical C n Glen Edward Bush Jr
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
Everyday I wake up
I glance at the sky
To get a natural high
From spiritual sighs
Ha got me head now
Filled with sun energy
Felt like I was
Listen to a clergy
Man can you innerstand
My wisdom that
Sits in my hand
Palms never wet
An ultimate threat
To higher grounds
That's why I chill
Deep unda the ground
(underground) sounds is digital
No humpty dumpty
Just keep my techs
On me they wanna push me
Near the wall
But I can't
Since I got *****
Sweat drippin' soakin' draws
Cuz the pressure
Made me an outlaw
Had no choice to but to
Bruise and cruise through
Enemies I
Put a slug and leave em plugged
Electric shock from the glock
I'm aimmin at head
over the hill's forreals
This ain't no shill so just chill
As I **** like bill alley oop
A Dunk so you can feel
Led in yo head now ya dead bleed
Out
So that'll give ya something
To think about
No screams and shouts so
Hold on be strong hold on Be Strong
Hold on be strong Hold on be strong
I ain't gone never led you wrong
So hold on Be Strong
Cuz I ain't gone never led you wrong
So christen that **** yeah
Now that the raindrops stop
But the reign didn't stop
Thought I was dead
But I rise like early sunshine
Roosters cluckin'
Got these demons tryna **** in
Me in my sleep
I shake the shells
Going crazy naw
Its just my mind get lazy
Or they purp that hazed me
Got keep it
True to Screws legacy hive
Bump out the jive
All the way live
In your stereo
Can't break me or make me
Into a mold
Hard to get a hold
Of something you
Can't touch can't clutch
I plot rhymes like
****** from Dutch
Shultz my lyrical occult
Shakin' fools at the wake
Stay baked takin' estates
Keep to body
Frosted as flakes no undertakes
We take
Everything from the hand
Never took a reprimand
Dodge minivans
Stacked with multiple
Ski mask quick to blast
Yo *** in the past
Now you in cask-et
Racked like bread in a bask-et
Led turn em into ac-id
tryna hold on
But ya soul long gone so
Hold on be strong hold on Be Strong
Hold on be strong Hold on be strong
I ain't gone never led you wrong
So hold on Be Strong
Cuz I ain't gone never led you wrong
So christen that **** yeah
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
-Now here is why I said that.
Think about this poem's title. Did you think it was something deep or profound?Did you think it was some great truth?
nope. I just took some words that sounded pretty and strung them together.
So why put your trust in words that you have no understanding of, but that sound nice, and persuade you into being content and not asking questions?
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC
I sat in the refectory
for the first time
a monk was reading
from some book
on Queen Mary Tudor,
Deus videt in corde meo,
visitors sat in the center table
surrounded by monks
and no one spoke
except the monk reading
from a high platform
his voice in monotones,
and she spread herself
on the bed
legs wide
and said
enter my port,
Hugh talked of singing
in unison as if I wasn't
as if he hadn't chanted
like a cow in labour,
he should knoweth that
whoever undertakes
the government of souls
must prepare himself
to account for them
Benedict said,
I watched the monk
limp along the cloister
head bowed
and carrying a *****
head to one side,
bell rang from bell tower
God's voice Dom Charles said
picking apples
in the abbey orchard,
she spoke in that soft tone
she had velvety silky
and kissed me over and over,
Dieu ne se trompe pas
the French monk said
clipping the hedge
by the garden wall
and passing me
the clippings,
tolled bells rang out
across the cloister garth
and George spoke
of priesthood at some time,
the scent of incense
as I entered the church after Terce
and sunlight in the high windows,
Gott im Mauerwerk
the Austrian monk said
rubbing fingers down
the brickwork in the cloister
feel Him he added
and I did,
it is not enough to possess
a good mind but to use it well
Gareth said by the abbey beach
quoting Descartes,
Dom Joseph(dear Bunny)
smiled his broad smile
like a sun rising at dawn,
the abbot tapped
on the table
and the reader
ceased reading
and prayers were said,
after Lauds
I made my way
for black coffee
and brown bread.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
Eight legged man undertakes adventure, my skin crawls with him.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
She changes with the seasons.
Sara stores her secrets
in the harvest diary she keeps.
Shes natural in the Autumn
her smile can freeze doubt,
she has arms wide to be a comforter,
providing shelter from your woes !
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
"What does a fish know about the water in which he swims?"
"Before God we are equally wise and equally foolish."
Do you believe in immortality? "No, and one life is enough for me."
"God always takes the simplest way."
"I do not believe in the God of Theology who rewards good and punishes evil."
"God does not care about our mathematical difficulties, He integrates empirically."
"God does not play dice."
"God may be subtle, but he isn't malicious."
"I cannot imagine a God who rewards and punishes the objects of His creation and is but a reflection of human frailty."
"I want to know God's thoughts... the rest are details."
"It was the experience of mystery-even if mixed with fear-that engendered religion."
"Morality is of the highest importance, but for us, not for God."
"My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior Spirit who reveals Himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind."
"When the solution is simple, God is answering."
"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods."
"Science without religion is lame; religion without Science is blind."
More available upon request...
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 5:49 AM UTC
Winter is in swing and I am playing with snowflakes
Weather of my heart reminds me all innocent mistakes
My soul dangles and dances in the valleys and lakes
But my sweetheart your love undertakes and overtakes
Faithless weather reminds me my faithful sweetheart
When we decided to remain together and not depart
Together in the heart of heart but still we are pole apart
We have to celebrate lot of love but our life is too short
I tell to your image all odds ,trials and tribulations to face
Difficulties of life in bits and pieces from from place to place
How to keep up standard of love and how to hold grace
How real love takes beauty go hand in hand and pace to pace
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
So a Christian who lives in this confidence toward God,
Knows all things,
Can do all things,
Undertakes all things that are to be done,
And does everything cheerfully and freely;
Not that he may gather many merits and good works,
But because it is a pleasure for him to please God thereby,
And he serves God purely for nothing,
Content that his service pleases God.
On the other hand,
He who is not at one with God,
Or doubts, hunts, and worries
In what way he may do enough and with
Many more works move God.
In summary
Just do what you can
Ultimately it is not our works
We all have all fallen short
Be content to serve God humbly when you can
It is only his Grace that saves us
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
What is this life experiment,
That we take without choice?
A tour through the material world.
Our spirit undertakes this journey,
Our soul experiences it.
We dream awake.
Some people have a great dream,
Which they fail to realise.
Others have no dream at all,
And fail to even fulfil that.
What we see is not what we see,
but who we are.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 5:03 AM UTC
Not from the cards do I my fortune pluck,
and yet my luck seems adequately sweet,
I seek a higher ground to reconstruct,
my self esteem is much less than complete.
Now should I turn to drink, and drown my sorrow,
roulette would keep me up until the dawn.
Would tranquillising bring a new tomorrow,
or should my fate decide which path I’m drawn.
For lately love has turned into decay,
and broken every vow it undertakes;
the only solace left is my bouquet,
red roses and selection of cream cakes.
When playing cards a win is always mine,
but love can be so fickle ev’ry time.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 6:22 AM UTC