"yarning" poems
I never in a thousand years thought of myself as anything, but here I am and everything that you have found favorable comes from this place.
Constantly creating just to stay in the game, I play for my work; not for my pay…
I get behind every word!
The life of the appetite! always hungry for something?
I chose words to be durable ... for better or for worse!
I sense a deep yarning.
I have an ego that's pointless.
I'm driven to create, to sing talk and lark about to help dissolve our suffering, even the trash has it's place in that!
Always hoping to reduce the eye, my work is small like me!
What my hands fall on I do willingly to be connected, to give something back.
Everything is so very; very small !
Contentment is the key to it all !
That and kindness!
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
Moon-bird alike, my life, I can't fathom
Against age ..wings flapped..under anthelia
Red knots flew west, yet... a suffer
Yarning a long journey east, here's a fairy
A blue-eyed dove cooed away angina
Made wrecks stand...florets re-blossom!
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
Light... Pretty Light... Shredding Light...
Turn 'em off... Extinguish... Carry on with your fright...
Light... Slutty Light... Flooding Light...
Banish them... Blow 'em up... Make them vanish from my sight...
Light... Steady Light... Twinkling Light...
You hurt me... Torture me...Take out the black from the White...
Light... Arresting Light... Puzzling Light...
Let me rest... Go to sleep... Let me perform my last rite...
Light... Deceitful Light... Treacherous Light...
Don't stop me... Let me go... Let me fly my own kite...
Light... Blinding Light... Yarning Light...
Leave me alone... Don't come back... If you're done with your bite.
Light... Lovely Light... Stunning Light...
Be honest... Are you pure?... Aren't you from a sinister satellite?
Light... ****** Light... Violent Light...
Embrace me... And my friends... Only if I am not right.
Light... Dear Light... Beloved Light...
Take me along... Let me summon... The darkness that you have to fight.
I know him... He's been my friend... For many a sleepless night.
Avast! Don't sit down... Hold your sword ... Don't hold your breath too tight.
Light... Brave Light... Obstinate Light...
God's blessed you... With the fastest horse... But yours is not the only Knight!
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 3:30 AM UTC
sigh tired.. Wake up wake up. !! Sleepy eyes ... Crust between the eyes.. Yarning tired! Stretching legs turn left hips turn right.. Wake up wake up! Body shaking trembling cant feel toes. Cant feel legs. Cant feel soft lips Wake up wake up. She wakes breathing heavily.. Sweating on face red cheeks.. Are you ok she said are you ok!? Trembling trembling! Come to me come to me look into my eyes n tell me what u see.. Plz sleep don't say a word. Close your eyes! No wake up wake up.. Feet are cold and sweaty lips blue n pink. Can't feel legs . Shoulders... Stomach... Trembling and trembling. Sleepy eyes. Brown crust. Mouth foaming with clear saliva. She sleeps she sleeps. Wake up wake up... Trembling trembling.. She is dead mother. Grandma is dead.. Wake up wake up.. Trembling trembling crust between the eyes. She looks away n see grandma is gone.. Grandma shakes.. Trembles.. And trembles.. She is dead.. Grandma is dead.. Kiss on check while grandma lays there not breathing. ! Foaming of the mouth.. Trembling trembling. sigh tired. Confused... Wake up wake up!
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC
I know he's there
deep down somewhere
sometimes he sleeps and I pray he will never wake up
but then one day
he opens his eyes, yarning mouth opened wide
crawling up my throat then to my soul
my destiny is sentenced to suffer and it just keeps getting rougher
because they seem to grow, multiply by the day
I guess I have to carry them in life the entire way...
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
Low are the crickets of Delphi
With their chirping rays of sunset,
Like Phaethon to photon destructs
Into the fiery ruts of chariot wheels,
Or two eagles flying opposed on stringed vicissitudes,
A bird-yarning of sky from the omphalos stone,
The fulcrum of sung misery, a fishing net thrown,
As the half-bird and half-ion in siren’s undertones
Lure in subatomic orbs of ghostly parabolic swerve,
Into this blued Corinthian evening, self-vibrato,
Rocking like an empty boat from the dock rope,
Or an empty heart, unmoved by its own beating.
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 10:06 PM UTC
within my walk an ocean sloshes
within galoshes to the drag of
two muffled feet past wonderlands
but with eyes under - galoshes over wonderlands
and yarning-balls of lads pry at my vast inertia
and wonder why they for gravitas
and decorum and the bouncing of a high pompadour
cannot shake spray or splutter
what we were vast weights -
lest we change or (worse)
gets better
through wet feet but drying calf
blazing with hypothermia
sloshing-still
through the lucid air of a vast globe tied-
to a wast treadmill round and walking
lamely talking, for the trip
dries stagnant and still the tides
bow to my mammoth galoshes
and Hercules to my panoply
while up your thumbs
and down your *****
are shrugs only
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC
The TWO H’s
Happy hug-able
Extraordinary passions
Love pulses through our veins
Echo ,echo the heartbeat Echos
Naughty nice Nirvana
And with
Harmless charm
Angelic romance
Roaring laughter
Racing pace
Yarning for more memories
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 4:41 PM UTC
French emancipation
French women are free, well-educated and elegant,
but spend much time to attract men.
Easy of virtue, yet frantically look to get married to
a wealthy man, who can free them of distressing liberation.
They will intellectualize their misery, see themselves
as Sagan Melancholic, ye yarning to me middle class
housewives worrying about the price of garlic, meet
other wives and talk endlessly about equality.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 4:25 AM UTC
There's an abstraction
to the story of the road
Moments of clarity
stitched together
behind blurry eyes
yarning the tale
Legion threads
of asphalt
singeing
singing
a web
of need
and desire
Backlit reflections
of headlights in chrome
Eyes behind eyes
guiding the way
nowhere
and
everywhere
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 10:21 AM UTC