"wisk" poems
Now, I'll wisk away
responsibility without commitment
in the name of art
out of me
out of this room
and now, here I am.
There are walls around me
and inside these walls
are liquid dreams and changing colors
and warm light, flight,
loud secrets, and love!
And impression, upon impression, upon impression,
upon exponential impression
creates something very different from what it started as.
But who's to say
it's less real?
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
Kiss my cheek,
Again. Tell me
I’m pretty. Whisper
to me, again
the parting of
your lips
they crack
so wicked ****
Move my hips
they stand still
for most of the day
Let them know
Its o.k to hulahoop
A love tale. Go Ahead,
wisk by me,
Temptation works best
In brushstrokes
And dial tones.
Just don’t shun
falling tears,
they soak your face
and make it brighter
before morning coffee.
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 2:40 PM UTC
I saved myself a long time ago
from the demons that lived inside
they come around every now and again
but they see the fight in my eyes
I never prayed for a prince to come
and wisk me off my feet
come to my rescue
I am no damsel in distress
I'm the one who will defeat the evil things lurking
My fairytale has long since changed
since the first time I saw the pretty princesses
I do not want a knight in shining armor
but rather a partner in crime
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
I wanna wisk you away to a Tropical Paradox
Run a Risk filled Forest Gump Chocolate Box
Wear your flip flops and your Crocs with Socks
We’re all in the matrix , so don’t give any Focks
Where if someone talks **** tell em to lick Rocks
Roosters tend to grow hard just like Fort Knocks
Soak up that Vitamin D while you ride for free
Try and hide those lies, while you Moisturize
Shampoo & condition me, with Pantene Pro V
Face mask your cries, with a Creamy Disguise
Throw me 21 salutes, I’ll catch them 22 times
Even a group of mutes, feel my spoken rhymes
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
I want to save her
Wisk her away everyday
Fly off into the sunset
Just for the reward of kisses and hugs
That's what I strive for
Every second every hour
I'm the one she can count on
But as time goes by
This suit I can't put on
My cape carried away by the wind
I want to be her hero
Jump infront of that bullet
Give my life for her
I missed my chance
Guess I'm not right for her
I gladly die and fight for her
Thought I was superman
But dreams dont always come true
I wanted to save who?
You
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
Some of us still wish.
For greatness
For love
for even a sliver of stability
because lately it seems things are rockier than The Rolling Stones
its beginning to rattle your bones
Some of us still hold on to those childhood dreams
clinging to them as tightly as you used to cling to that
stuffed fluffy cow,
or that green plastic dinosaur.
hoping one day it would come to life
and wisk you away
to where dreams never died
and mothers and fathers never lied
when they promised
til death do us part
they never parted,
or died.
but something inside them did
Some of us still wish.
that one day we can go back to those days
when our biggest worry
was finding just the right stairs
being sure they didn't creak
so we could go drink beer
and play truth or dare
but most of us just wish
that we could live
and be happy
and live lovely
and love lively,
wildly
and untamed
until the day we die
unlike our parents
wearing the world like the tide
exploring the moons darkened sides
yeah, some of us still wish.
but there's a few that simply...
do.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
I need someone who can see my broken mask
Who can see the rips and tears and love my vices
Fill these crevices with a magic cure-all
Something that perhaps isn't natural
Something that definately isn't mine
All these parts of me expand and collapse
I'm left broken and yet whole
I am multiples that are whole
I am many trapped within the one
Parts of us hide away in the bottoms of wells
Parts of us play stories that the world wishes us to tell
Because not only would I be to heavy for them to carry
I am to fragile for anyone to see
The weight of a glance is like the fist of man
Instead of pain and bruises
It's humilation and revelation
Each and every rouse layed upon the table
Each little miss represented fact shown as fable
I would be left to face the monster that I am
I already know that the mirror image is not what I long to be
I am a mermaid longing for land
I am a free girl wishing to be trapped
I am everything that I don't want to have
I want someone to wisk it away
I need a captor and a prince
Jun 4, 2010
Jun 4, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
Sitting and waiting patiently
partaking in the spirited conversation
where no subject is off limits
Being mindful and yet having
respect for other opinions
I bite my tongue on occasion
My turn to reside in the over
stuffed reclining man throne
of exterior rejuvenation
Clippers cut, taper and edge
piping hot towels & warm cream
for the straight razor finish
Touched up with the burn of
ice blue Barbasol and talc wisk
finished by a crisp towel snap
A slow chair spin with the mirror
for a 360 view of barbers work
and confirm his skilled perfection
Payment rendered with a generous
tip on the DL while biding good day
to all patrons until next time.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 4:52 AM UTC
So many times been taken forgranted
My heart broken and bruised
Left behind and used
Gave all I had to those I believed
Watched as they tore my soul apart
In shock waiting for the healing to start
Never giving up on the one
Always looking, searching for that stranger
To wisk me away and protect me from danger
Some one worth my time
To talk for hours, hold me tight
To want me for the reasons that are right
I know he exists in some far away place.
Someday true love will find me
Someday my prince will set me free!
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 11:22 AM UTC
Wisk your mind to that special place
Let the world slip from your mind
Endure a peaceful ecstasy
Cherish all memories stuck in time
Embrace love with your entire body
Travel with your heart leading you
Feel creation all about you
Release all tensions peacefully
Memorize your cherished moments
And get lost in your special place
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 12:15 AM UTC
Taking a portion of
culinary verbiage
and building a
strong relationship
begins by combining
essential ingredients
1 part - trust
1 part - honesty
1 part - compassion
1 part - respect
1 part - humility
1 part - levity
Wisk gently and
F O L D E D I N
with the key binder
of love
Let it rise,
slowly bake on low,
let cool as needed
and enjoy for an
entire lifetime.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC
My shallow existence in this beautiful world
I shall now paint you a picture, with powerful words
Words that describe the joys of the birds
How they move threw the sky as if nothing accrues.
Brazing bison that stroll threw the world in powerful herds
As the evolutionary pool is swiveled and swirled
I look into the sun and try to fight its powerful rays
My earth circles round it and brings me age by days
It lights my life, i sleep and wait for its return to light my way
It brings my garden to life to the vital part it dose plays
I walk into the water, it sways me with calm
But without a alarm it can be viscous cause harm
I respect it. Its big and vast my plants weapon of arms
Can take human life no way to disarm
I lie down on the grass. To smell the flowers and bees
I breath in and get the scent of apples and trees
Trees are so green, cool wind of a breeze
Bees wisk round pollen,but no sign of a sneeze
Crisp white snow no foot print of mark
Bright white moon that guides the way threw the dark
It reveals a big brown oak with strong rich staggering bark
My natural beautiful world gives me hope for my hearts.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:04 PM UTC
One of these days you'll be cozied up in bed, big blankets enveloping you as the heat from your coffee cup warms your fingers and makes your nose run.
And one of these days you'll look over, the sun peeking through the window making you squint and you'll see your lover in their most peaceful state, hair awry and a spot of drool on the once clean pillow case and you'll wonder how you ever got this lucky.
One of these days you and your lover will slowly make your way to the kitchen and while you get the pan, they'll get the ingredients.
And as you wisk away at the pancake batter they'll turn on the radio and urge you to sing along to some bubblegum pop song about love written by someone who has never really experienced it.
And you'll laugh, setting aside the unprepared breakfast and grab their hands, romantically slow dancing with them on your cold kitchen floor in nothing but undergarments and big t-shirts.
One of these days everything will fall into place and every night you'll come home to the love of your life and talk about your day and how it would've been better with them by your side.
One of these days you'll spend the night in, building a small blanket fort around the TV in your living room.
And you'll watch your favorite movie but it'll be a good thing you've seen it a hundred times because you won't really be paying attention.
And one of these days as the movie nears the end and tears ***** your eyes because the guy never got the girl, your lover will kiss you gently, then passionately and sooner or later you'll both be tangled between the sheets and they'll be kissing every inch of you, loving every piece of you without hesitation.
One of these days the mornings won't seem so cold, the sky won't seem so gray, and the nights won't seem so lonely.
And one of these days at 2am you'll think about how you almost didn't stick around but then your lover will pull you closer in their arms as they sleep and you'll think about how you sure are glad that you did.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC
From conception to birth,
From then to now,
From my laps hearth,
You've grown and how?
My little person,
Grow up at your pace,
I'm in no hurry,
Life is not a race.
I never think,
What will you be,
Save me this job,
Wish you be free.
Not from this life,
Free from the world,
Do tell after,
I would like it in bold.
Be happy my child,
There is no other way,
Be the vibrance,
Make it stay.
Learn the tunes,
The rhythm of this world,
Do your own dance,
Sing those rhymes untold.
Whatever you choose,
Stir it with a bit of compassion,
Wisk a bit of mindfulness,
Shake it with your passion.
Chug it all at once,
Surprise me then,
Be high on life,
Unbridled and unhidden.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 12:06 AM UTC
Before you I longed to be noticed, never to think how closely.
Ripe and married in the eyes of the lord the daunting task to officiate our union felt anything but holy.
And just like the crisp of fall ends and the swift frost of winter enters the atmosphere, almost like a magic trick a part of me was purged.
Life a new as a wife and soon to be mother.
Self stripped of character, creating a fresh flesh slate-stone the record of my rebirth will be set in.
Tattered house dresses replacing the prized complimentary gowns.
Once being looked upon with passion and effervescence now casted glances of carnal lust and depreciation advanced towards me.
Self abnegation and nothing less, a ladies place.
Locker room talk and snickers laced with malice, “A ladies place?” Contradiction in that thought.
A ladies place is on the front lines, behind closed doors.
Tears over teenaged heartbreak wisk away into the air and settle now as young runny noses and dry whining eyes.
The name called up on you now only referring to the status provided.
A fathers daughter, a mans wife and a sons mother.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
such a delicate soft finger
tingles the skin
touch a lonley cheek
follow the moisture around
a sculptured feature
and breathe
tame eyes decieve, hold a trance
beneath the stare, suspicion hides
blink the eyes, the futures past
wisk into the wind another
minds wandering act
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
Down cobbles rose garland sways
still sweeet fox pollon
seep down alley ways
exhaust for-seen resource in shadow
wisk e-hers tinber lit darkness - ray-linear
Ultra violet ultra steep
o wains and candles
tis summer gleam & beneath tomorro unseen
O castle ablaze let side leave wake till dawn day breaks drawn arrow
Sea Aparts nor seperated dose stars leaves flower beswayed fairy
rings set... pon cusion
Jestered not geer'd ad-sole speech
Healerrs only hear to kKill
And angels hide in coast drift demons
and darkness impervise light
Sweet to kindle
Awe lonely hears
swoop and fain in wistle of nestle
math to flame
crossed goldenfields than adorn
& Spaninsh crux+, shall meet morn
settle anew conflict
will decide on hieght brother
conduct fist to system a sword
yours Shall swing on daymakers eventual deprive
bell to chime and hymm see rise & yawns
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
Dark and stormy weather
Nothing's better
Than the feeling of the mist in the air
Not a thought of despair
Looms in the air
Dark clouds bring the feeling of sadness
Is it madness
That it feels so right
Dim lights set the mood
For what we're about to do
Wisk away in the rain
Helping keep you sane
Can't you see
This is how it's supposed to be
A kind of free
You and I forever
Throughout this endevour
Not a soul can severe
These bonds we've made
Under the gray blue clouds
As we fall under the shroud
-Cnk
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
Then I would wisk away all doubt,
Which is to say,
That I would mix it in with all the fears I'd rather forget about until it congealed into some edible manifestation of my whole life's worthless purpose baked into some half-crusted pie.
Eat it half-heartedly or else starvationally die.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 3:24 AM UTC
A mirror of water filling a void
framed by the weeds of cleanliness
to the soft wind blowing
green on green on green
though bypassed by the sparkling
eyes of a newcomer,
the wisk of grey air reveals;
the Sound of Water
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 10:43 AM UTC
The ignorant share their ignorance
Spreading it out like wild fire
The knowledgable strive in silence
As they are believed to be at the right stand
Who will dress them, who can correct them?
Those that know stay put while uninformed stray the public
Their words are so hot that they attract souls with magnets of deceit
They speak with influence even when they understand not what they speak
Those that know feel entitled and handle share for they are the books of consultation
Mother didnt let us die in straying as she picked a cain to every wrong her child did with the friends
There was so isolation for everyone was a victim of circumstance failing to watch your brothers back.
Now that the clouds are darker who will guide the lame thoughts and pride of the generation that is all knowing or perhaps whats the degree that makes up what is known by many
Now that i can eat from the bowl in person whats the need of my neighbor!
And whats their need when paper money can stand as my brother and witness
Their thoughts are enslaved with anger which may have arisen from the light of facts or from a bullied speech
As they raise their hopes they dull that of others
Their survival is struck from ********** those that surround them. Did you say jungle law. I thought i had you right.
What if i cant cry to mother, will God depart from my fights.
So i live a life of them amdong the living
The souls walk with Grace clothed in terror
Dear the fallen, its not peaceful back here, it was better there i would join you. I remember i know the way but still find comfort in sin.
They do sin for pleasure and sin to get glory
They sin for the sake of the tomorrow which we have have been waiting since creation
Maybe the lame are luck not to walk into sin, maybe the blind since they may wisk away from seeing sin
What if you can remind me to remember i didnt only come for glory over the soul of my maker.
They have judged and this lasts at death but we have lived by the star of Grace. You are not alone.
Thomas Bron Mukama
#herdsmanofprogress
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 5:53 AM UTC
You bring me sharp
inhalation.
You feed me deep
relaxation.
I want you
but i cross my arms.
I think to much
about potential harms.
Wisk it light
fluff filled mind
and Eyes to blind.
Rewind the clock Rewind.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC
Your friendship is a gift to me.
So I will raise my needle-like pen
and weave a poem shawl for you.
With vision strong I weave delicately
Knit one with diamonds of light
Pearl two with rhinestones of love.
Knit one with gratitude pearls
Knit two with blessings
And with breath the universe gives a vision
of crystals to inlay on your cape.
Aegerine to energize your divine form.
Binghamite for good fortune.
Carnelian igniting courage.
Danburite for healing.
Elestial crystal to uncover secrets in calm.
Fire opal for vitality.
Galena to give harmony.
Heliodor for power.
Indigo Gabbro to promote expanded consciousness.
Jade for spiritual wholeness.
Katanganite to raise vibration for peace.
Larimar for freedom
Muscovite to give you angelic contact.
Nephrite Jade for love.
Opal to carry your creativity.
Papagoite to bring you optimism.
Fairy Quartz for meditation and calm
Rubellite to have abundance.
Saginite for protection.
Tektite to trigger your own wisdom.
Ulexite for balance.
Verneul to vibrate happiness.
Wavellite for energy flow.
Yang crystal for confidence.
Zoisite to trust without fears.
Once done with stitches all in place I am ready
to wisk it off to you inside my mind.
See it in your visions on a precious spring day.
A day I value our friendship.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC