Best Abut Poems
When your reflection, wearing nothing but
the dusty light, splashed out of the mirror,
I clearly understood that skies abut
inferno, that Elysium is nearer
than what is written in the books, that hell
is deeper, that such shameless nakedness,
such outspoken shamelessness foretell
doom of my soul, that your dark grey silk dress
lays out on the floor, that you don’t cast
a shadow, that the wings behind your back
are made of darkness, that my reared up lust
is too overt for you, that your long black
braids are entwined with serpents, that I stand
before you fully dressed, that those few
things I held dear – God, freedom, homeland –
don’t matter anymore, that I love you.
10.11.2019
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Springtime has erupted; life's everywhere
With a fine chartreuse film that floats through the air.
The live oaks are blooming along with golden mesquite-
The scents of renewal are verdant and sweet.
Chameleon fields that change overnight;
A plethora of color; an artists delight
Yellow, so bright it hurts the eyes,
Covers the hills like a huge sunshine tide.
Pastures of green and wild onion white
Deceive the perception with flowered highlights.
Black and white calves frolic and play
Through the myriad of colors on display.
Seas of Indian paintbrush in brash scarlet red
Abut pink morning primrose, gently lifting its head;
Kaleidoscope gaillardia next to wine-colored phlox,
Mad impressionist Nature has pulled out the stops
Painting great Texas with colors galore
Then deciding to add just one color more
And up shoots the bonnets in startling blue.
Our states flower emblem, a salute to you.
JSC 2003
He's above the earth, far away from my touch
Hanging in her arms of the sky
-Staring at me
A dream of eternal shone in our eyes
My love, unheard as a whisper
The vast horizon lave in his shine
I'm merely an admirer of his
As the vales lean their hand to feel him
and clouds tempt for a kiss
The sea portrayed him in her ripple
- greens in their leaves
Fortunate peaks thieved a hug
-the earth push her trees for a glance of him
Miles of silence was between us and
-Only our eyes spoke-
the pain and mystery of dark
He's near to the sea, sinking, to her lap
As a mid sunset, he stared, in my red eyes
My hands leaned into an unknown
- the soul ached, unconditionally
I felt my last bye, a promise of hope
He's above the earth, far away from my touch
Hanging in her arms of the sky
-Staring at me
An untold sensation abut my fingers,
-slowly every bit of my body
A hot breath breeze over me
And a fragrance of jasmine
And, A shine!
The sky bent over me, like a wish.
The words were granted; I'm your moon, my love
Our friends used to say that the two of us had chemistry. Their little in house joke.
Strangers took it to mean we got along great.
What they actually meant was stable when separate abut volatile when mixed.
It was true. Though I was blind to it at the time.
How could I not be? I was in love.
He was everything. The other half of me.
I felt it whenever he was near.
Maybe that was the chemistry?
Like sodium and sulphuric acid; slowly fizzing, heating up and up and up until the inevitable explosion that finally tears through destroying everything in its
path.
It was a long time coming.
But when it came it hit hard and fast and left little unscathed.
He was the best thing that ever happened to me.
I'll never say any different. Even now.
But he was also the worst of me.
And I was the worst of him.
It was no one's fault really.
Not his.
Not mine.
We just...had chemistry.
My love for him.
My love for him, so Innocent and pear.
This is love that cannot be cured.
Like a disease spreading throw my body.
Not leaving any room for anybody.
My love for him forever it will last.
He knows that its forever in his grasp.
Hearing his kiss so softly in my ears.
I become lightheaded, breathless with chills.
These feelings he gives to me, amazing in every way.
It keeps continuing each and every day.
Imagining his touch, so gently on my skin.
Hearing his breath, breathing out then in.
Hearing his words, whispering in my ear.
Saying he loves me and will always be here.
We talk abut how our life is going to be amazing together.
Also, how our love is truly forever.
It's amazing how two people can feel the same way.
Falling in love with each other more and more each day.
Everything I write has come straight from the heart.
I have had these feelings right from the start.
~Sammie~
© SamanthaFryzel 2012
headland harbored primitive biota abut
mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining
sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova
seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova , et cetera gut
preserved within mine follicular pores, sans
I secured per woof and meow wing warp organic matter
heir in to fore shielded from elements akin to thatched hut
aware wrenching kamikaze eradication
of countless critters from many Godaddy longlegs;
creepy crawlers, hops scotching,
shimmying with schmaltz, moon walks, et cetera
lost when germ warfare obliterated vast majority
since advent of civilization ordained Proletariat and Plebeian Primate
(cherishing, fostering, insulating bon mot infinitesimal dot re: future mutt)
dogs and also cats off limits
asper demise of other creatures decimated – tut tut
atop thine noggin housed (within thimble size nut)
rare and near extinct flora and fauna, what
species of plants and animals, whose preserve comprised
equivalent of indigenous village people huddling within microscopic yut.
Thus, this bipedal simian angst riddled at experiences
forced at figurative crossroad
when itching scalping a dead giveaway clue
to lather up hirsute growing via bald faced code
at further expense invisible life forms such action would erode
fast dwindled diversity, hegemony, longevity
i.e. population except *****Sapiens who didst goad
forefingers needed to massage and scrub thine scalp
as like a field getting hoed
sometimes applying solely cold water knob to un load
a healthy plethora, where gushing shower head would send them
down the drain perhaps displacing their meal times,
or feasting on louse see pie ala mode
aware that survival odds regarding
getting thru water treatment plant, premonition aye node
and greater chance to avert total mortal kombat avoided
if I trekked to Antarctic anti pode
so...similar to other occasions necessitating me
to lather 50 shades of gray –
as if subjected to being snowed
quite aware many people would avoid me like the plague
(which reaction eagerly embraced) if knotty,
oily, straggly natural headresss
hence, this outlier surrendered and got gently toad
value of hygience – and lost as if playing tictactoe x/oed.
Nestled is the slender twisting trail canyon between timeless steep
aspiring mountains and meditative sopheric sea waters
The frail road deepens into lofty thickness further from the harsh
volcanic valley where passion’s throes are ever in abeyance as days grind
on at a petty pace, as winding cathartic minds strive to be free and leave their
fears of mortal sin, intrusive family— religious dogma dismissive, oppressive
My yearning heart writhes in agonizing prose knowing senses magma
guilt etched into my very core, now behind
I’ll unwind, in a soft bed of sand that awaits
Spring’s strong winds of life call, visible the sea in the
distance, in instance, heads tilt, abut, falling upon my
wooer’s shoulder, he presses gears, downshifts reaching tireless
slate-gray force spreading over ocean floors flooding with no remorse
An uncommon gallantry he displayed, a warrior’s valiant looks
fired up my very essence
A dimming sun immerses into a hesitant horizon, sweeping breezes spin
warm spells embracing an enchanter’s realm,
with its charm he gazed into languid eyes
Silhouettes stark, foreheads bow, touch, sweetened sweat from
jasmine bushes alongside the road, perks of riding the stallion of steel
evoked smiles in sideview mirror, heated rims, spokes spun
Dismount a stroll, toes sank in sand, holding hands dodging driftwood
washed ashore, I chose a serpent shaped, a souvenir!
I’d glue turquoise stone eyes, a keepsake, or an omen?
Zena’s cove of guilty pleasures seal fates, certainly
not rhythmic lapping waves against the shore nor salmon sunset
or a waxing crescent moon, and not the wistful ocean’s teary spray
Its tears wetted my cheeks in afterglows
Lest moonlit sky amongst shy hidden stars
Pangs subside, panic betides, doctrine ridden not from our marrow
Womb’s flower in bloom, a secret kept, an advent arrival
The planets wept, forms beyond birth of celestial bodies,
one existence yet does sin exist in celestial angels?
He held tightly, softly whispered let’s run away,
his proposal on adulthood’s precarious cusp,
bestowed him a refusal, sweet youth ruins
Alas and alack life proceeds
steady as ebb and flow of the tides
After a precious gem she’s named, sweet lord
never more blissful, daughter
Caressed are tranquil ocean waves
To my dearest dear…
Am going through a very bad phase
Loads of works and above all business targets,
Once you came to my thought
And out of all yips, I smiled back for a second
Those flicks with you often n often.
It had been days…
And a movie without you is such a draggy em.
My friend writing for you today…
just to hear from you
Have you ever missed me the way I miss you every day!!!
I turned back my pages and a recap from those French classes
It all began when I shared with you few notes and trifle tattles
Best of you three and among you were bit different
Yet once a time to one I was coquettishly attracted.
Befell with usual conversations and sometimes a walk down to the back gate
A smile shared with wonted hi n hello
And an eye to eye abut during the morning break
Day by day and months later we met up at the orkut network.
First few chats pass on with formal gabs
And later I came up with those fiddling craps.
My usual put-ons and your internet slangs
Still reminds me how I use to share with you
Talks about music and movie blabs.
Washed-out few memories, I wonder how I came in touch with you regularly
Familiarity build up and I started to intimate you.
I saw a friend in you and I saw eternality in you
I felt your accent and I felt how much I miss you.
The Nandan erred foreign flicks and lavishly spent at south city
Few snacks and secret fags on our way,
An overnight fuddle…
I just smiled with you all the way.
I wondered your love toward pets
And I wondered your routine aperiodic,
I esteemed your didacticism
And I esteemed your sensation,
I pray at your benevolence
And I wish for your love always be your existence.
Dear Friend! Today I miss you more,
And I wish you to be here
Your presence will give me a blissful core.
I miss you and I will be missing you,
But promise me before you leave
I just want to sit and recollect all those memories with you.
Through my words and through this letter,
I penned you forever n ever
If ever you need me you’ll always find me near.
I wish you a life with smiles and cheers
Just hit me if ever you are invited with undesired tears.
It’s now to say goodbye
Hope to see you soon and hear from you, A reply!!
Till then…take care n bu bye
Yours forever…longed amigo.
(Note: This poem is dedicated to one of my closest friend Shaoni Mukhopadhyay)
Voltaire just Kant angle cut it
Beauvoir broad side view
abut the narrow Rousseau
gender Thoreau thought causeway
As Sarte Marx the entrance unlit —
Avicena chapiters atop da Vinci pillars,
Stuart Mill sturdily sit
Arendt spiral steps turn Spinoza
down to the Alighieri depths
Socrates ambience got a Dewey dungeon
decimal Fodio gradient affectation
Awolowo still wanna Sodipo cubit cut it,
but some Augustinus genius
won’t even Nyerere beveling make
the reed Descartes arch decision
Wollstonecraft overlaid on contoured Witt
Piper leveled with Gargi precision ...
A Solomon blueprint found in a keen closet
I should have known you lied
that you were just like everyone else
all you cared about was yourself
You made me believe in you
but you only lied
just like everyone else
caring about yourself
im done believing in you, cause you only lied
everything you made me believe in
you made me believe in you
but you only lied
just like eveyone else
caring abut yourself
your lies have no more meaning
every word you said about love
has become my razor
cause every word about then and now
is just my personal razor
you made me believe in you
but you only lied
just like everyone else
caring about your self
you left and empty hole
you've caused so much pain
your lies have hurt me the most
i'm done believing in you
Where tides once gossiped for many an hour
about what lovers share; like grapes gone sour,
the strong opinions o’ friends will minds devour.
A reputation guarded against smut
and smiles that’s ever radiant abut
the cultivated, fertile soil and glut.
A gentle breeze that ruffles the recall
of memories that bleed freely, then stall
at the precipice of confession – they fall.
Now fervour spent and mutinous thoughts gel
in favour of peace; not a too hard sell
before the final call by clamorous bell.
As welcome waves engulf the thoughts and sweep
recall away, nostalgia recedes to weep.
I used to have a house guest
And he never helps me get
Things arranged, didn't clean
Up behind his mess
of hopelessness, depressions, variances and stifles
Live before up on a shelf
Didn't care about others nor anyone else
Didn't have a previous address
Life in shambles what a mess
Was homeless until I found him
Didn't' contribute but I forgave him
No positive things abut him but he's one of God's children
so I had to evict him
Cause all he did was noting positive
Everything was negative
He did nothing to contribute but
Bring him and me down so he thought
He had to go
Depression doesn't live here anymore
He had to go
Depression left and he didn't close the door
I am not sad now, I am glad wow
And the pains of sorrow are left outside
I'm a better person now that I've kicked him to the curb
Depression doesn't live here anymore
Hurt, loss non compassion is out the door
Depression doesn't live here anymore
Git your sad sack non glad rags git'em packed and go on out the door
Hurts, pains poverty skeleton remains none of that lives here anymore
Wrath, strive, confused life none of that lives here anymore
Depression, obsessions, confusion, rebellion none of that lives here anymore
I kicked them all to the curb and gave them a map to the door
I said get out, get out, get out, stay out in Jesus name none of them lives here anymore
No amount of monies, no honey or cute little baby bunnies
Can let me house you as guest here anymore
I kicked them all to the curb and gave them a map to the door
I said get out , get out get out, stay out in Jesus name
None of them live here anymore
Life in shambles what a mess
Was homeless until I found him
Didn't' contribute but I forgave him
No positive things abut him but he's one of God's children
so I had to evict him
Cause all he did was noting positive
Everything was negative
He did nothing to contribute but
Bring him and me down so he thought
He had to go
Depression doesn't live here anymore
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology " Open Up Your Heart" & "Strong Faith"
04/12/2011
You see me by the cruel gaze
your finger stroke tantalize
my thoughts like flames
pain deep within.
Blind to the signs of chaos
constricted of breath
a thousand voices pause
lips dripping with death.
No tears for the lonely
myopic in scope, minds
intent on trickery only, hope
desperation, death notes
by rote inscribed.
There is no respite, the lies
eyes of the shadows
assassins' vows
the clash of destinies sanguine;
black grins, white phantoms
fail of reasons, demons of laughter
tones sharp in the air
Destroy me! Destroy me!, they stare-
I smile, each face of stone
confined within a labyrinth
each breath shallower than before
still give me more.
One breath from eternity
befalls the jeweled sky
silver moons, red sunsets
sweet beauty defies.
Escape i must
this secret touch
subliminal streams of dreams
abut these ties, love crimes-
I pierce the distance
sun kiss sapphires,
and visions of indigo seas
in autumn, a late breeze.
They die away
enemies of my soul
the still of a purple haze
inverse of a cruel gaze.
Why do i do this to myself
Why do i make myself think abut hi
All he ever did was nothing
He lied
He cheated
He used me
Maybe in a weird way that's a good thing
Because now I know
I DESERVE BETTER!
when care is pressing you down a bit,
rest, if you must-but don’t you quit.
Life is ***** with its twists and turns,
as every one of us sometimes learns,
and many a failure turns abut,
when we might have won had we stuck it out,
don’t give up, though the pace seems slow-
you might succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
it seems to a faint faltering man,
often the struggler has given up
when he might have captured the victor’s cup,
and he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
how close he was to the golden crown.
Succeed is failure turned inside out-
the silver tint of the clouds of doubt-
and you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it seems afar;
so stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit-
it’s when things seem worst that you ’t quit.