"waite" poems
Book Review Poetry - The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite
Feminist queer historical romance
How could I not give it a chance
Science and art plus love as needed
This daring book sweetly succeeded
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
Vapid people
dribbling vapid shxt.
A society of fxck-eyed,
drunken infants
debating politics memorised
from Fox News.
We, the awakened,
plastering social media
with doll-faced mannequins
captioned with some Eastern Philosophy
we read in Cosmo,
enhanced with a filter
titled "Who The **** Is Lao Tzu?"
Comments read: goals af.
(Insert emoji here)
And praise the Indigo Children!
It's a true gift indeed
to talk about activism
until blue in the face.
My, what a spiritual hue, are you.
Are you?
A generation of craft makers,
weaving their way
through the alcoholic labyrinth,
drawing the Hungover Man
from a Rider Waite tarot deck,
for another episode of Dull and Duller
next weekend.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
Time
Never asked us
if it can pass , or not
Bitter but trust
Time
Such a two faced and cruel
Promise us heaven but the truth
Is only hell
Time
Runs deadly fast
Seems anonymous still
Not always fast
When we Waite for love
It chooses to freez
Like a cat stuck among the tall trees
Don't to be stressed
You may hear the madam on press:
"El tiempo todo calma"
We have been lied,
But siempre silly to hide
Then live it,
And write it on aside
That
Tiempo todo calma
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
its alright if I am secondary to whoever comes before me.
its alright if you don't love me anymore.
Because I must, I must have a sine that sais 'use me'
And it must be my fault that you left.
Im sorry that I had a few morals, and I didn't want to have ***
Im sorry that I wanted to Waite till I was in my wedding bed.
And im sorry I made you do it, because my **** was my fault.
At least that's what you said.
Its not even a **** I didn't **** you.
You never said no, you never told me to stop did you?
No I suppose your rite, I didn't tell you to stop.
You couldn't hear me after you covered my mouth.
And you couldn't see my face while tears rolled down.
And you didn't realize that the sounds coming from beneath your hands were my cry's for help.
I guess your rite, it wasn't a **** because you wont admit it Im the one to blame?
No Not this time this wasn't my fault.
My parents still love me, what will yours think when they see you locked up behind bars like a vault.
because again I suppose my **** was my fault.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
XVI
When I consider how my light is spent,
E’re half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide,
Lodg’d with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, least he returning chide,
Doth God exact day-labour, light deny’d,
I fondly ask; But patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts, who best
Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’re Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and waite.
1.2k
The name of that small town
The name of that small town I will never reveal,
I have courage and strength to fight this nasty war
That keeps me captive in darken dreams,
I know the words of he who hunts me,
I see the butterflies screaming while they fly
Deep into the night skies, I will always follow
The golden light that shines deep into my eyes.
In this small town, I know so well,
The people tries so hard to give me a life of hell,
They go around town lighting their lamps,
While an old man rings the town church bell,
I can hold my breath in my lungs,
Just as they can, So, what makes them think
They are better than me?
I can reach deep into the sea floor,
I can even dance upon on the sand,
My words are strong yet smooth,
In this small town, there is so much hate,
It’s hard for many to keep faith,
I have reasoned with many about their dark ways,
Oh, how the haters eyes stayed on me while they cried,
While they drowned their souls in more lies,
They would stalk out my life
Trying to shame my name,
With time, I would see their bodies float on the surface of the sea
Into darken dreams they weep,
My heart is strong when I walk into the streets
Of the small town that weeps,
They always talk about me and call me so many names,
In their eyes are the envy of true jealousy,
But my heart is soft enough to sense the murmuring
Of the crying skies, that hold the gloom of late June,
Where the white stage is made for me to walk,
While the old small town do their talk,
Hang her up they would say,
While they cast stones to break my bones,
My feet are swift to flow the tears that fall to my feet,
I would walk while they cry out into the rain of pain,
They would no longer call out my name in shame,
But they would ask me to stop the pain,
The mountains are lit with the glowing flames
Of the fire the haters made,
My footsteps no longer felt the burns,
The words of my hates of the small town only echoes
Into the flam, the shadows of the night creeps on into my life,
In this small town, I had returned,
But I will never reveal the name of the small town that given
Me so much heartaches, while the fools surround me,
Casting their stones,
they relentlessly Waite to see if I would fall,
but I stayed strong through it all,
silence became a friend out into the crying wind,
Oh, my own jealous sister why tell lies?
Why do you try to be me? If I am all that bad,
Your jealousy hold evil to me,
Much has been lost between us,
We are sisters but we act like strangers,
You always try so hard to cast danger my way
While you play your games on the highway,
I am brave and I will always keep my faith,
I am enough to hold true love in my soul from long ago.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1978
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
Those who upset you most in life are your best teachers. If confusion is in your head then that person has shown you that you still have work to do. Learn that seeing your life is teaching, like a red lotus healing it's pain from the inner solitude, gain strength from your wounds. A good magician remembers the trail and takes a different one even if it is more difficult. This way you build strength. Soar ever higher along the road less traveled and the Buddha sits awaiting the student to aide them in their growth. The world is setting in Waite for the student to become the teacher. The wings are most beautiful as well as strong. The Buddha waits as the student realizes that they are the Buddha reaching for the desire to become the student once again is a growth spin. Our bodies are just energy a currency to further our expanding natures. When the trees become hard and unyeilding just sit and let them know that you will bend if they do and to breathe in strength and compromise. Center the self in the glow of the growth of all that is in infinite abundance.
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 4:25 AM UTC
WRITTEN IN BLOOD STAIN INK
It was another lonely night
While holding on to old tears drops
of bits of rain, I always feel this pain,
I can still hear your voice
dancing into the night of fright,
sending me kisses of death,
this doesn’t make my night carefree
all it gives is darken dreams,
I see your ancient eyes looking deep into mine,
that triers to incense me with words,
To make traps for me to fall into your fake love,
In your senses of hateful thinking;
You tell me to come to you with an open mind,
To lite a fire deep into your empty heart,
but I know not to waste no more of my time
On an old ancient rhyme,
Oh, but how Dark Angels words linger in my mind
Trying hard to play games on my heart,
Old desires make a big fire,
He would tell me all kinds of things
Like my heart is his home,
My soul is all he wants to make is own,
He would tell me over and over,
Oh, Moonlight, together we can be alone
And our spirits can run free,
All we need is each other in a life of a storm,
We can make love in splendor of lust,
Oh, how swiftly life passes on by,
Come Moonlight, take my hands
Let me be your man with deep commands,
I can see your eyes telling me many things,
Your heart is graving with mine,
Come to me and let’s make many more dreams
Let’s write down in your own blood stain ink
about you and me, you forever king,
our souls live beyond what others ever known,
let me feel your heart beat my queen,
let me touch your silk hands, this is my command,
Oh, from faraway I can hear the glass break
Where dark dreams are, being made
While souls scream to be set free,
Wish me well my queen,
while I take others down in a journey
of darken dreams with me,
Come Moonlight,
put your candle lite by your window
Let me feel your true delight
even if you’re not on my side,
I am torn by your politeness
It gives me so much madness,
But with time you will see things my way,
You know you could never fix me?
So, stop trying to forgive me,
I will always burn in your desire
I will always linger around in your mind,
I am Dark Angel, your king in all your dreams,
Your heart will only beat for me;
Just Waite and you will see,
Oh, Moonlight, your heart is my home,
Your mind is my throne,
Your soul is what I want,
I will never let you go,
Together we can make many storms in history,
We will be written down in the beams
of the moon stones, together alone.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams
Is Poetic Lilly Emery
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
The name of that small town
The name of that small town I will never reveal,
I have courage and strength to fight this nasty war
That keeps me captive in darken dreams,
I know the words of he who hunts me,
I see the butterflies screaming while they fly
Deep into the night skies, I will always follow
The golden light that shines deep into my eyes.
In this small town, I know so well,
The people tries so hard to give me a life of hell,
They go around town lighting their lamps,
While an old man rings the town church bell,
I can hold my breath in my lungs,
Just as they can, So, what makes them think
They are better than me?
I can reach deep into the sea floor,
I can even dance upon on the sand,
My words are strong yet smooth,
In this small town, there is so much hate,
It’s hard for many to keep faith,
I have reasoned with many about their dark ways,
Oh, how the haters eyes stayed on me while they cried,
While they drowned their souls in more lies,
They would stalk out my life
Trying to shame my name,
With time, I would see their bodies float on the surface of the sea
Into darken dreams they weep,
My heart is strong when I walk into the streets
Of the small town that weeps,
They always talk about me and call me so many names,
In their eyes are the envy of true jealousy,
But my heart is soft enough to sense the murmuring
Of the crying skies, that hold the gloom of late June,
Where the white stage is made for me to walk,
While the old small town do their talk,
Hang her up they would say,
While they cast stones to break my bones,
My feet are swift to flow the tears that fall to my feet,
I would walk while they cry out into the rain of pain,
They would no longer call out my name in shame,
But they would ask me to stop the pain,
The mountains are lit with the glowing flames
Of the fire the haters made,
My footsteps no longer felt the burns,
The words of my hates of the small town only echoes
Into the flam, the shadows of the night creeps on into my life,
In this small town, I had returned,
But I will never reveal the name of the small town that given
Me so much heartaches, while the fools surround me,
Casting their stones,
they relentlessly Waite to see if I would fall,
but I stayed strong through it all,
silence became a friend out into the crying wind,
Oh, my own jealous sister why tell lies?
Why do you try to be me? If I am all that bad,
Your jealousy hold evil to me,
Much has been lost between us,
We are sisters but we act like strangers,
You always try so hard to cast danger my way
While you play your games on the highway,
I am brave and I will always keep my faith,
I am enough to hold true love in my soul from long ago.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1978
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
Alone I wait faithful at the ready for my rider.I hear her thoughts and quietly know she is coming to me for the time is at hand for the fight of fights. I know it could very well be my last stand in charging her to her last victory. No pain or displeasure in knowing it is the time that she and I were born for. The long awaited date with a beauty of an angel humble i am in awe of her. We are one in battle as best friends or lovers but she longs for another.I am not saddened by the longing in her heart for it is pure for the king of man and beasts. She speaks softly for the sins of all being asking they be forgiven before the seat of the king on high. Her smile lights up the heavens and her mate smiles back and lets her know he loves her unconditionally but the stairway to heaven is her escape . Time runs off to hide in the clouds the king and queen walk in the garden behind the sun where conversation is silently exchanged between them. One brief second here on earth is but a day to love her king and beg for forgiveness. There is no love stronger than her commitment to be the vessel for his will It feels like a soft gentle rain with lightning and thunder till you see a breathtaking rainbow of abnormal hue. My service is extended past death if she would have me as i was a gift from her husband for the long lonely nights away from her only love. It was but yesterday I came to know her but it was a meeting like none other as i felt her all along. I never knew I would become such a dear companion to her it is so heartfelt that she is Immortal as I feel i may be. What gift goes away or fizzles out? The demons and bad spirits are always trying to remove her from the field of fighting them to regain there humanity to send the evil back to where the king repossess it once and for all never to be dark again no need for darkness . How many Shekhinahs do you know I've only met one.. Her oneness the queen, remember the lady of the lake? How about Moses's daughter? Maybe even the woman next door who can tell these days with hidden magic at work.. So I ask you if you do know her tell her I love Her too.
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 3:59 AM UTC
WRITTEN IN BLOOD STAIN INK
It was another lonely night
While holding on to old tears drops
of bits of rain, I always feel this pain,
I can still hear your voice
dancing into the night of fright,
sending me kisses of death,
this doesn’t make my night carefree
all it gives is darken dreams,
I see your ancient eyes looking deep into mine,
that triers to incense me with words,
To make traps for me to fall into your fake love,
In your senses of hateful thinking;
You tell me to come to you with an open mind,
To lite a fire deep into your empty heart,
but I know not to waste no more of my time
On an old ancient rhyme,
Oh, but how Dark Angels words linger in my mind
Trying hard to play games on my heart,
Old desires make a big fire,
He would tell me all kinds of things
Like my heart is his home,
My soul is all he wants to make is own,
He would tell me over and over,
Oh, Moonlight, together we can be alone
And our spirits can run free,
All we need is each other in a life of a storm,
We can make love in splendor of lust,
Oh, how swiftly life passes on by,
Come Moonlight, take my hands
Let me be your man with deep commands,
I can see your eyes telling me many things,
Your heart is graving with mine,
Come to me and let’s make many more dreams
Let’s write down in your own blood stain ink
about you and me, you forever king,
our souls live beyond what others ever known,
let me feel your heart beat my queen,
let me touch your silk hands, this is my command,
Oh, from faraway I can hear the glass break
Where dark dreams are, being made
While souls scream to be set free,
Wish me well my queen,
while I take others down in a journey
of darken dreams with me,
Come Moonlight,
put your candle lite by your window
Let me feel your true delight
even if you’re not on my side,
I am torn by your politeness
It gives me so much madness,
But with time you will see things my way,
You know you could never fix me?
So, stop trying to forgive me,
I will always burn in your desire
I will always linger around in your mind,
I am Dark Angel, your king in all your dreams,
Your heart will only beat for me;
Just Waite and you will see,
Oh, Moonlight, your heart is my home,
Your mind is my throne,
Your soul is what I want,
I will never let you go,
Together we can make many storms in history,
We will be written down in the beams
of the moon stones, together alone.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams
Is Poetic Lilly Emery
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
Ancient Past
Oh, Dark Angel, you cast your anger
You call so many hateful names
night and day, outcast you would say,
while they hid their face,
You had told me,
on that cold autumn day,
don't trust what your eyes may see
because things aren't always what they seem,
look at me Moonlight,
will you allow me to take you in my arms?
Come to me my queen, let me tell you
my stories from an ancient past,
while the night moved on
his words would flow,
then he looked at me like he was in more pain,
He got up in a way like he was ready to fight,
that’s when I started to cry,
saying it wasn’t me that you see,
that is making you bleed,
so, please don’t take it out on me,
That is when he taken my hand
and said, you will never be away from me
you are my queen, in all my dreams,
do you understand me?
that is when I said yes in a soft voice,
I will be with you always Moonlight,
you will see me in all your dreams,
in memories of all your pains,
I will be with you in every September
every autumn leave that falls,
Every rain storm of your life,
just Waite, you will see what I will mean
to you in every darken dream,
I will be on every sea,
in every darken dream
you will find me next to you,
I am your Darken Angel
the one that would tell you and show you pains,
I am the one who cut you deep
that lets you bleed out like ink into the sea,
just for others to see you bleed
for them to read everything you write,
I am the one who had cast many spell on you,
Keeping you confused, every cold September
just for you to always remember the fear I gave you,
Dark Angel, just kept on talking,
I will always get you must think about me
At all times, I will be on your mind,
in darken dream, things aren't always what they seem.
P.s Dark Angel and Moonlight 9-17-010
Poetic Judy Emery © 2010
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
I dont know when the world will end.
i will give it all as blood runs through my veins.
i will do all i have to do now!
no! I won't waite for tomorrow, it may never come.
if i say now,its all i've got.
If i say tomorrow it may never come.
And yesterday that is gone forever,and never to be seen
again.
i don't know when the world will end!
please dally a little, i plea!
let my container be emptied
so that i return with nothing back home.
let it be given out, all that've recieved within,
before the roll is called up yonder.
Please dally a little while
i wait for no season,
i wait for no hour,
i wait for no moment.
All i do is now!
That moment may never be born,
that day may never dawn,
all i do is now!
For i know not when the world will end.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
.
To all stars who are awake
Shall we have some piece of a cake?
I won't eat much
Neither know dutch
What I want now!
Some Bless, Waite! Bawl
Meet me in the rain?
Indeed,
Such a pain..
Memories ..
Forgettable?
What are we?
Some animals..
Paranoia, all around
Hallelujah, I won't count
Wanna get drunk?
No
I stay conscious
So
I chose ma_pen
Won't talk a_gain
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
May hide the tears on dropping rain
A thousand swords in heart with pain
And the winters ice has gone...
the main thing is hope ,my son
And waite the twilights game
Of bleaking moon and sun,
The game of love still playing...
Tomorrow never die ,my son
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
May hide the tears on dropping rain
A thousand swords in heart with pain
And the winters ice has gone...
the main thing is hope ,my son
And waite the twilights game
Of bleaking moon and sun,
The game of love still playing...
Tomorrow never die ,my son
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
YOU'RE IN A ROOM SITTING IN A CHAIR DARKLY,
I REMEMBERED TERRY WAITE WHO WAS LOCKED IN A FRIDGE,
A SIX FOOT MAN IN SUCH A SMALL SPACE, LOST FACE
BY SUCH AN OUTRAGE, BUT THEN I TURNED OVER THE PAGE;
TODAY HE IS FINE BUT THE MEMORY CAN NEVER BE ERASED,
THE SPIRIT OF THE MAN, NO MATTER WHAT, COULD NOT BE FAZED,
I CAN NOT LOOK AT PHOTOS, ONLY WHAT'S STORED IN MEMORY
PROVIDES SOME RESPITE AND A CRACK ABOVE PROVIDES SOME LIGHT;
I THINK OF GREEN FIELDS, WIND BLOWING THE FLOWERS,
THERE'S NO KNOCK ON THE DOOR FOR HOURS AND HOURS,
THEN THEY COME TO ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS AND YET
I CAN NOT TELL THEM, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND MY MINDSET,
I'M FINALLY LED OUTSIDE AND BUNDLED INTO A WAITING LORRY,
WHEN THEY PUSH ME OVER THE BORDER, I NO LONGER HAVE TO WORRY.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
Secret wounds of long ago
Oh, you know how my story flows
it has been witten down
in my own blood stain ink
the pains of yesterdays blues
Love never came my way
Love I do waite
I will keep my faith
others has cast their stones
just to see me fall
they wound me from the start
they sink my spirit
like a ship in doom
they love to see me in pain
they lie about me day and night
making my life a darken place
secret wounds of yesterdays pains
that brings on more rain
that makes a tidlewaves
into darken dreams
I will always be
the woman of lost dreams
Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC