"youthfull" poems
You need a porcelain mixing bowl and a wooden stirring spoon
a cup and a measuring jug.
Add one teaspoon of ripe inconsequentiality.
then add two teaspoons of innate stupidity.
Pour in one cupfull of political lack of integrity
preferably nurtured in hot smelly air.
Add 4 cupsfull of facile celebrity chatter,
preferably with the volume turned down..
Add 2 cupsfull of shallow religious nonsense
full of obsequious morality.
Add 2 cupsfull of vain "god" chatter
and sacrificial demands.
Pour in 1/4 cup of nonsensical "goddess" humbug
and fatuous posturing.
Sift untold millions of youthfull soldiers dried
and powdered bones until finely ground in the crucible
of never ending wars.
Take up the wooden spoon of societal hypocracy
and stir slowly with gossipy backstabbing.
When all these ingredients are blended as smoothly as a shaven young girls **** put to one side covered with a bloodstained cloth for a millennia to rise to the occasion.
Back in an hour
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Sunshine in my glass
Simple and truthfull
Fiesty, full of sass
experienced, old, yet youthfull
Pleasing to the eye
Easing to the mind
A magnifying glass
To life, forth and hind
If savorly tasted
And properly paced
Your time shan't be wasted
And rid be your haste
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 3:24 AM UTC
dreamlife preview
maybe i should just slip away
slip away for a few days.
wrap myself in an old t-shirt of yours
and lock all these opened doors.
open that box and let out all my lost thoughts.
attempt to get rid of that constant knot.
my god.
you drive me crazy.
you keep on glowing…
even when i…close my eyes.
you move in and out of my dreams.
you flow in and out of me.
i cant continue to believe
you dont love me.
even when i hide away i feel your light
filling up my lost nights.
my bed is holding tears of gathered fears.
it is getting so hard to pretend
that i have successfully been healed.
i close my eyes even in the dark and i fall.
i fall into every single phone call.
every single green lawn and blue sky
the heights were so so high.
hot wind and burning skin
exploding within my arms
you kept me from any harm.
we all have one thing that steals our words from our hearts.
you are my one thing.
my only thing.
every moment of every day
you are in my way
of moving forward.
my prize possesion.
causing confusion.
causing chaos in this mind.
i will never leave you behind.
always one addiction that i cannot control.
and it is taking a toll
on this youthfull soul
spilling sleepy lies into hungry eyes.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 1:43 PM UTC
Staring at the night sky,
pitch black are the shadows;
Grey-black and dark blue is the covering.
Stars like silver sparkles, spread on a dark sheet.
All so majestic, like a King wearing royal blue rob with diamonds on it;
Cool breeze adding touches to this painting.
Its not darkness around,
but just absence of light.
Night sky is exquisite;
Circkets making shrill noise,
still deep down inside my heart,
a halcyon song I croon,
admiring the white spot,
illuminating the night sky; known as Moon.
Whats so attracting about this sky;
I try, but fail to understand.
Days are hard, bright and youthfull;
But night has its own glory, charms and is peacefull.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
When fear is coming out of the unknown
And the dream are the only places you know
When the day becomes the nightmare
and even the air becomes so rare
The streets I've walked down a thousand times, become unknown
My neighbourhood, my childhood street, feels like a ghowsttown
The faces I long to see, never show
The familiarity becomes strange, when only eyes are shown
Heres to the endless working powers
And the time that flies by whilst we are standing still
The hope becomes stuck in the past
Everything that is going on seems to have forever to last
Time that only comes by once,
Weve been robbed; our years and months
Our youthfull dreams on stand-by, we can't fulfill
The whole world is holding still
A bump into strangers we long for
A better future we hope for
But time seems to take its time
And its shape keeps changing, like we do with this time
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 6:42 PM UTC
She stood head bowed over the empty kitchen sink.
The man stood to side in the doorway watching her.
What could she be thinking in the vacant pause. No dishes or pots there.
No greasy spoons or chipped coffe cups.
A billowing cloud of steaming dreams defferd rose wistfully from the dingy faucets fall that issued forth nothing at all.
Her hands did scald as her heart twirled and spiraled away to the sewers. Gone. Gone her youth.
Wasted. Wasted her precious youthfull ember. It trickled down her nose. Like a lousiana dirge to white rain washed slabs.no cake walk for her eyes.
The man wondered still. and yet stil today.
What could she ever say.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
I stood in the bookstore
Thinking about how
He touched my soul
I look over and see
Someone else
I stared for a while
And left the choice to you
My highschool friend
Former best friend
The boy who got so lost
You walked over to me
And you weren't upset
With how we parted
Instant connection
As it has always been
Life is meant
For rambling conversations
We talked about everything
And how you still
Have my contact information
Is beyond me
Nothing's changed
I told you to play your guitar
From the depths of your soul
I saw your eyebrows
Return to their youthfull constant
"Do you think I'm going to say no to what you ask of me?"
"Is that a serious question"
You've never said no to me
And how you manage
To always agree
Surprises me each time
I smiled at you
Nothing's changed
Except that we understand
Each other better
Than ever before
Not because you do
What I ask of you
But I guess
something else just clicked.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
Oh boy I saw it ...it hurt way bad
the mirror image of old and sad
I thought i was a young guy
just plodding along
and then I saw it and all was wrong
I hated that man that I didnt know
starring back no smile or glow
age had taken youth away
yet I was young ..yesterday
A shock did follow that age had won
it took its time ..now times begun
I knew from then that seconds out
a time reflected aged and stout
So heart and head still youthfull wish
body not so age- eth with
fingers crinckled lines are drawn
fighting so ...a seen new dawn
one thing so.. we all will do
knock on deaths door ..me and you !
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 6:37 AM UTC
Looking from a distance
Above and beyond
Is there life somewhere else
and would they ever respond.
I sit and watch the shooting star
zooming across the midnight sky
Wondering where it came from
and how, and when and why.
Has it seen stuff that would make
our hair just curl up and die?
Or is it just innocent and youthfull
and just simply passing Earth by.
They are perhaps life's little secret
Maybe moonbeams do float in a jar
Perhaps we shall never know the answer
of the mystery of the shooting star.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
The tie is in
There are several ferries
Standing still here
I think of grandpa
And how much
He would've loved this
I think of all
The sunny after noons
I sat here with Esther
Before she got cancer
At the age of 17
Survived it, she did
But she never laughed
Like she used to
The platform is up
As tie comes in
The water covers
The words spelled out
Across the stream
At low tie, it would say
"Love"
Here we sat
And cried our
Youthfull tears away
Boys are still mean
But we're better equipped
And they're smarter too
Somewhat kinder
And we're milder
A smile of understanding
Appears as I watch
Flandria1 struggling
As the boy tries
to dock it here
It's not that easy
To move a vessel
A black bag floats by
And I wonder
What will it learn
Where is it's destination
And silently hope
That the city will scoop
It all out...
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
I'm afraid of the way your looking
I'm a man who won't back down
you should know that I'll be waiting
with your wedding gown
the valley of a mountain
with thicker forest thicket
dangerous youthfull fountain
gave us two one ticket
climbed so strong my legs
were burning trunks of fir
carrieed coloured flags
you far behind a stir
I'll let you down
before you find me
don't turn around
there's nothing to see here
I've never found
what it is you see inside me
don't turn around
there's nothing much to see
5 years and your eyes may see me
as I can not recall
your eyes they do complete me
I've never felt so tall
don't turn around
let's only look ahead
don't turn around
till just before we're dead
look at my eyes
I've always been so real
look at them now
this world is how I feel
theres mountains in the distance
there calling us back home
and there will be a Day
when both of us have gone
your wedding gown is waiting
just beneath the sky
so let's only look right here now
in case we both should die
your heaven love is waiting
on tops of mountains high
steady steps were taking
we will live to touch the sky
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC
I may not be sure, that my fragments are parts of you
I know your mother is a solid woman,
She is fine like seasoned wine,
Taste sweet like honey of acacia flowers,
Her ambience of true dignity,
Great keeper of secrets, I know she makes others seems a mature.
Walk tall son for truly you are born,
Other feel.inadequate of their parents ,
But to you though born in a strange circumstance are more hair of the land as any other.
Make me proud son, let your mother sigh with joy,
Let her ***** be youthfull at the sight of the joy of her youth, the fruit of her womb.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC