"wonderfulness" poems
Behind the building,
a one hundred percent green certified building
an amazing feat of engineering-science-forward thinking
fabulously energy efficient cutting edge building
sit solar panels in the sweltering heat,
extra heat from the toxic clouds in the sky
which now envelop the Earth
There, under the panels sit a small band of sheep, who represent the
last little bit of progressive wonderfulness
visionary design and research based and proven
and the future because they eat the grass
and there is no need to use toxic fume producing
loud unnatural unsustainable lawn mower
But the grass is long dead.
It is just white and yellow and there are lambs
baby sheep who sit and pant underneath the
sustainable solar panels without a decent meal
in sight. Only stalks and yellow deadness
I suggest vitamins or supplements
after all there is no grass, only grass out
that is watered sustainably and is carefully fenced off
from the living sheep underneath the dead panels
behind the dead building.
Outrage from the forward thinking cutting edge
Wi-Fi custodians of the cement and metal building and panels,
panels that emit a high pitched hum
from a hot metal box and regulate the CO2 in each room automatically
The sheep are there to eat the grass
if you feed them, even to make them healthier
so that they may get up out of their hot suffering
and eat some stalks in addition to a little bit of supplemental feed
they will not eat the dead grass, and they are there to eat the grass
they are not there to be comfortable or healthy they are just sheep
But sheep are only living non human feeling beings
and not part of the forward thinking cutting edge metal and cement
technology that is worth a lot of money and was written up
in the paper and got the custodians attention and recognition.
And they are just suffering, hot, miserable animals
and despite all of our technology, Mars landing
solar panels to electricity advance thinking technological wonders
our compassion and empathy remain tight and selfish
and the dead things, not the living ones, are what we value
Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 9:43 PM UTC
I don't know quite what to say
But I'll start with the basics.
I love you
And I want to be forever yours
I love thinking about us
Our future
I love imagining the smile on the face
Of our future child
I miss you at night
When I'm all alone in bed
And I dream of a day
Where I can kiss you good-night
When I first lost you
I wanted the ability to fly
So I could scour the Earth for you
But now I don't wanna fly
But sometimes I want telepathy
So I can read your mind
And well I love you
And I love what you think
Especially when you look at me
With that shimmer in your eye.
And darling
I love you
For everything that you are
Everything that your not
And all the wonderfulness you make me feel.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 9:03 AM UTC
slight smile
knowing, yet intrigued
by the wonderfulness of life
that seems dreamlike to be real;
by the inkling of a poem
that’s like a baby refusing to leave its womb;
by the sparks that fly
at the thought of your lover.
just a slight smile
knowing, yet intrigued,
when billions of volts of electricity
transport the smiler
to a world that
exists
but not really.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
Old story man goes to work woman stays at home sounds like a downer for the woman it can’t be
Further from the truth and women are as great in the work place but man can’t or at least be as
Successful in the home he is an initiator she fulfills only woman can tilt her head and smile its radiant a
Guy would look goofy he is the essential steel but for feel the greatest need of human kind the woman
Delivers her voice is power it addresses in the most cogent she is natural man will have to work hard and
Then still possibly blow his top the woman knows the courses that are obvious and all so the subtle
Those that disarm gain with a style that everyone appreciates a taste a flair that is winsome you free fall
Into luxuriant grace that lifts you both to a place of nobility it’s all natural she possess riches that are
Uncommon but they pass without notice because she presents simple promise uncomplicated available
An open what is there to resist you’re in her natural element no wonder they have been called blessed
They use the blessed to maneuver their the most gifted creature for the fact of completing man that
Enriches herself to build others where they fall short what greatness dwells there in simple acts she can
Be breath taking just by kicking off her shoes putting on a man’s shirt how stunning again you see the
Flow she is given power of exactness don’t believe let a woman walk by se what I mean they carry
Unspoken magic that can’t be duplicated you can only say thank you Heavenly Father where would
I be and how incomplete I would be without her in my life well that’s my ode to the wonderfulness
Of womanhood so many abuse cheapen and disallow the greatest gift man was ever given
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
Woman Completes
Old story man goes to work woman stays at home sounds like a downer for the woman it can’t be
Further from the truth and women are as great in the work place but man can’t or at least be as
Successful in the home he is an initiator she fulfills only woman can tilt her head and smile its radiant a
Guy would look goofy he is the essential steel but for feel the greatest need of human kind the woman
Delivers her voice is power it addresses in the most cogent she is natural man will have to work hard and
Then still possibly blow his top the woman knows the courses that are obvious and all so the subtle
Those that disarm gain with a style that everyone appreciates a taste a flair that is winsome you free fall
Into luxuriant grace that lifts you both to a place of nobility it’s all natural she possess riches that are
Uncommon but they pass without notice because she presents simple promise uncomplicated available
An open what is there to resist you’re in her natural element no wonder they have been called blessed
They use the blessed to maneuver their the most gifted creature for the fact of completing man that
Enriches herself to build others where they fall short what greatness dwells there in simple acts she can
Be breath taking just by kicking off her shoes putting on a man’s shirt how stunning again you see the
Flow she is given power of exactness don’t believe let a woman walk by se what I mean they carry
Unspoken magic that can’t be duplicated you can only say thank you Heavenly Father where would
I be and how incomplete I would be without her in my life well that’s my ode to the wonderfulness
Of womanhood so many abuse cheapen and disallow the greatest gift man was ever given
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC
Left enchanted by unseen wonderfulness,
Intangible attributes could hold so much power
And yes, naked eyes won't see such easily
Peculiar taste in beauty shall all we differ
Like a diamond in gold rush, worthy but unwanted.
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
I mustn't rely
On someone like you
To make me feel like a loved somebody again.
That kind of request
Of your kind of wonderfulness
Is not fair.
To be wasted on my kind of longingness.
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 11:07 PM UTC
my love
i miss you
so much
i can not express it in words
i miss our giggles
and coffee dates
and nonlebian/lesbian hand holding
our loudness
our singing a
and awesome dancing
i miss taking pictures
and smiling
our moments of stupidity
i miss all of your wonderfulness
with love
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 7:50 PM UTC
Wait.
And wait.
And wait a month and then another month...
His Royal Importance will deign to see you now
...for a brief moment or two
....And you will politely listen to him go on and on about himself
feigning interest
'til you are dismissed
grateful for the audience before His Wonderfulness.
His Imperial Pretentiousness is available to put you in your place...
to make you feel small
and unnecessary
and superfluous
and taken for granted.
Make your humblest obeisance before him when entering his August Presence.
Kiss his ring as if it were his busy behind,
wondering all the while why you remain so stupidly devoted.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
May I just say, I thank God every day for giving me the ability to feel and give love with my whole heart.
I am so grateful that every time something virtuous happens in my life, I can appreciate it and grasp the wonderfulness with complete emotion.
I think this is the one thing I am most blessed with.
But it is also the one thing that I am cursed with
Not only does my heart feel love and care with its entirety, it also feels sadness and fear to an extreme level, which unfortunately is a much stronger emotion than love. I intensely and deeply feel pain to the point where it overcomes every part of my mind, body and soul.
Im scared of how much I can feel...
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
midnight diamonds, winds in the south, sun traveled southbound,
you see, you lingered in some subtle guises when you’re mine, yet you’re gone.
the stars stud my heavens, hot and flickering, the wind embraces me - these spark some painful thoughts i never told anybody. these remind me that somewhere out there i too reappear in your mind for a while, and this is when i beg the most:
for you never to forget my gentle feelings, and my timid cold fingers.
i know at best i could be only your afterthought, my dear, and i am learning to live with this, i am learning to live with this fact that you’re letting me slip away.
you’re with me ‘till this ends, ‘till i have transcended the agony of naive wonderfulness. and i can live with your ghost, these ruins of relics. you’re with me, my sweetheart, ‘till i’m mended and be brave enough to open up to a new soul.
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 2:56 PM UTC
The sky shines so bright
Its radiance a wonder in its own right
Its ray touching everything in its path
Bouncing off my face
Making it glow with aspiration
I look up blinded by its face
in awe by its power
Its energy an inspiration to my very soul
Captured by its beauty
i bask in its wonderfulness
Thinking what would it be like
To live in pure darkness
Without the presence of the mighty sun
It is the center of our world
Without it we would be lost
It controls our waking hour and mood
So pleasant but so dangerous
Never to be conquer
Always out of reach
QNA
Jul 7, 2011
Jul 7, 2011 at 12:05 PM UTC
I ponder amongst the wonderfulness of your mind as I try to focus deep into your eyes, I hope I'm surprised by the thought of you thinking about myself, stop squinting please? Let me see the gleam, a little wider so that I can see the dream. As I look down year 2-3 from now. I see you and me, wait don't even blink, without interruptions there's nothing that can destruct us. As you lay down with me pressed on top of you, joyous tears fall to your ears. I see my assuring reflection, smile for awhile, while I swipe at the two tracks of wetness. You tell me that you adore my cleverness, I tell you that when I gaze through your frames I see the foreverness
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Even if it's lost,
Hold on,
A little longer,
It's just a passing tide.
Even if it's empty,
Hold on,
To the thoughts and hopes
Of wonderfulness,
Tomorrow could bring.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
You are my dream man
And even when we
Were young I knew
My heart would
Whisper each night
*He's the one
He is your true love*
And I smiled at the thought
For you were and are my best friend
And now to be yours I see how right
My heart always was
Because you make life worth while
You make every bad moment
Every tear
Every cut
Every sad thought
Worth while
I awaken each day
With a smiling face
Knowing I'm yours
Looking into those eyes
And seeing your love
It completes me
I love you
For you are my soul mate
You are my best friend
You are my lover
My fiancée
My one true love
And one day
You will be my husband
And I'll sleep peacefully each night
Knowing I am forever yours
Knowing I'm your wife
And that our struggle
Has all been so
Worth all the wonderfulness that has yet to come
But that I know deep in my heart will.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
A couple of years ago I learned the worse thing someone could do
Every single person wants to be better than the other
As we envy the greater ones
And get angry at the ones who attempt to be better
But never work at it
So we compare ourselves to each other
Never growing to our own full potiental
We could be so much more
And you, you could shake the world with your wonderfulness
if you only stopped comparing yourself to someone else
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
This love is as a sickness
Taking her long days
In dread and drudge;
Thinking of him
Who made her ill
And broke at heart,
His wonderfulness;
His being there
And now not;
His scent of manliness;
His deep-set eyes;
The lips waiting for her
In some foreign port,
Amongst other girls
Less half her age,
More beautiful
And not so scarce
Or moral bound.
If only he was present now,
To have and hold,
To kiss and love,
And bring sweet
Between her arms and legs;
And no more dream of him
In nights of woe
Or self relieving hands
The pleasures seek,
But he there beside her
Kissing warm, hot holds,
Tingling touches,
Tight embraces,
If only he was there,
And not elsewhere
With other girls
Of tender age and touch.
Why did she love at all?
Why love so much?
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
i thought i wanted you
the romance and love
and i do
but we had it
it was lovely for a week
and then the world came apart bit by bit
you were never able to give
not completely
now we’re friends and i thought I wouldn’t be able to deal
i thought my heart would feel never feel whole again
but i think of you
and i still smile
i think of you and your wonderfulness and
im so full of love
maybe you’ll never be with me again
and maybe
thats ok
because at least you’ll be in my life at all
and that’s enough
you are always enough
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC
I feel odd.
No, odd couldn't possibly describe
how I feel at this moment. Its frustration
mixed with gleefulness. Tears paired with a smile.
My muted lips listening to my screaming mind.
I feel a joyous-sadness, like I could dance at wakes
or mourn for a birth. Beating hearts seem to have stopped
as I shriek for undying love. The stars glow a colourful darkness
and the planets rotate in a square. I ascend from
hell's cotton-candy clouds and climb from the depths of heaven.
To love is to sin and to hate is what they praise.
My trees uproot themselves to find a place to drown.
The weeds are what I desire and flowers are a disgrace.
You, my dear, have caused earthquakes to
shake my sturdy world
and nothing is as I thought it was.
{if only you could feel this unease too.
but alas, this cannot be.
even if the brazen skies overhead became a maddening red
with the ocean of darkness made from our galaxy's shadow
spilling between newly found holes in our atmosphere;
even if the laws of gravity made us fall from above
and down towards the dark soil of this earth
whose seeds are planted with the intent of dishonesty
plaguing the lives of all those who dance on the ground;
even if our bodies ceased to exist from this reality,
so that you could no longer see my nervous glances and flushed cheeks,
and the thoughts of each other were the only ideas that drifted
between the turning planets and flickering stars;
you will never love me.
i know that there is no love that you can give to me.
that there is no unease when you think of me.
kisses from my desperate lips will never smother yours
nor shall our fingers adore how they entwined perfectly
between the spaces of our rough hands.
yes, you bring a certain kind of wonderfulness to my life,
one that allows me to carry a radiant smile
but you have brought a certain kind of pain too,
one that is the cause of clenched hearts and
glassy eyed teens trying to keep the darkness from their minds.}
I wonder, {i wonder,}
is this what first love feels like?
{is this what an unrequited love feels like?}
I hope {i truly hope that one day}
you feel this love too. {you'll feel this pain too.}
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
Seeing you
Feeling any
Inch of your presence
Has always moved me
So here I am
Feeling you around me
Our history
Floating memories
That never dissipate
And I cry
As I always do
When I feel you this close
I cry and I smile
For all the wonderfulness
You gave me
Thank you
For every moment.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
I looked in the mirror and what did I see, yet a little old woman peering back at me. With packs and sage and wrinkles and wispy white hair and I asked my appearance, how could you arrive?
You used to be straight and incredible and now you're stooped and feeble - when I made a decent attempt to shield you from turning into a collectible.
My appearance's eyes twinkled and she gravely answered, 'You're taking a gander at the blessing wrap and not the gem inside'- - a living pearl and valuable of un-envisioned worth, one of a kind and genuine the genuine you, the main you on earth.
The years that ruin your blessing wrap with different things more savage ought to filter and fortify and clean up that gem.
So concentrate your consideration within, not the out- - on being kinder, smarter, more substance and more dedicated.
At that point, when your blessing wrap is stripped away, your gem will be without set - to transmit God's wonderfulness, all through endlessness.
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
It is that something extra that preserves the
Ordinary-that loses nothing of the common
Place but adds adds to it the magic that is
Inherent in it. That it is wonderful, that it
Is the most great wonderfulness there is
Because it is a greatness that gives itself
Not to a small select few but to every
Experience that we have. It is an over-
Flowing fountain spilling glory on all in
The recognition of God in all and all in
God. Such was the coming of the Holy
Spirit to the disciples-The Gift of knowing
The all encompassing Truth that filled
Them with such glory it seemed that they
Were possessed by a drunken madness.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
to you,
i know you are sick and i know you are dying.
i know it is scary but i do not want you to be scared.
i know this through my psychiatrist, who told me a couple of weeks ago, i do not know the date but i know it was a tuesday.
in telling me, the words felt like splinters, slowly piercing their way into the walls of my heart.
that tuesday was not just a day of the week. it felt like no one is living it but me, and, that somehow the day was mine and no longer belonged to anyone else. it wasn't a day of the week. it was a day that belonged to me.
my heart was throbbing as the splinters sank deeper, some more painful than others. i allowed myself to feel like that. i let myself hurt and be sad and feel, because you taught me that feelings are a beautiful thing and must be felt and must be acknowledged.
you helped me to learn their importance. you showed me how to take my anxiety and panic and turn it into an emotion that just needed to be noticed and felt, and to acknowledge its presence, and to treat that presence calmly and peacefully. to tell the panic and anxiety it was okay.
when they were okay, i was okay.
that tuesday i did the same thing to my pain. but i realised this was not the way i wanted to grieve you.
you are not my anxiety nor my panic. i could not tend toward the habit i have for processing negativity. i could not affiliate your positivity and wonderfulness with all the negative ******** that goes on inside my head, because you are love and solace. you are support and comfort.
i have since turned the splinters into seeds that will forever grow within and around my heart, with the piercings in its wall giving them the space to do so.
i did not know i could turn such pain into such beauty, but it seems as though i can. thank you for helping me to get here.
i know a considerable length of time has passed since i last saw and spoke to you, but i think you proud of me.
i want you to know that i am strong and i am proud of the person i am today. you have been a ray of hope in the sunlight that has allowed my garden to grow, much like the many lives of others you have touched.
i know that the purpose of therapy is not to find a solution or an answer to the problems we encounter, but to give the space in which we can learn and help come to the realisation that we, ourselves, want to find these solutions. it is where we learn to know we are enough. and not through others telling us we are, but us. we learn to know that.
it is not the therapists that make us better. they are more important than that because they help make us want to be better.
and that is what you give, and it is beautiful.
the seeds are planted in my heart, where you will bloom and blossom in the garden of my soul.
from the very depths of my heart,
i wish you all the strength and love you have given me.
from, me
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC