"ungenerous" poems
IX
Can it be right to give what I can give?
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live
For all thy adjurations? O my fears,
That this can scarce be right! We are not peers,
So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,
That givers of such gifts as mine are, must
Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas!
I will not soil thy purple with my dust,
Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,
Nor give thee any love—which were unjust.
Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass.
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Paper moons fly by like chances sped ,
on that dismal day
the rain poured down as ungenerous confetti
and Jennifer with her until then understanding smile
opined that she had found Mary simply more interesting,
arguably a plaything for the near future
and like a cat she draw blood again
to preserve her power of severance.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
*You leave shards of your halo
Hovering over my very essence
Dispossesing rational
Sowing the root of need
Your soil in my fingernails
Nurturing
A plant hungering for effloresce
To pry from your ungenerous fists
These half hearted declarations
Laced with fiction
Spewed
From your mildewed heart
Bruising disposition
In absence of rue
Yet to descend
From where which holds it captive
You leave shards of being
Catacombed within
My vacuous heart
Rebellious desire
Betraying intention
To Spiral in your opaque*
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
not a spec of candour lives on my skin
forced to abandon the truth
so this serpent can protect me from sin
you can call me a blue jay
nature's most gifted liars
but if there cannon nets catch me
shot in the head by men in army attire
life is a game of Russian roulette
i spin the cylinder
and await what's next
My chances are ungenerous
but I already knew
that's the tragedy
of a 1938 Jew
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 6:47 PM UTC