Best Adhesive Poems
Treading upon a thread so fine,
Finer than the strands of silken twine,
Ah, but we err in our belief,
For hair is but a protein sheaf,
A chain of amino acids, aligned.
Is this vision but a mere mirage?
A fleeting, ghostly apparition?
Why then do they link,
Like carriages of a train, in sync?
Perhaps harmony is the adhesive,
Binding them in a dance so vivid,
Racing along life's fervent passage.
I ponder, perhaps the line we tread,
Is nought but points, closely wed,
In the fabric of togetherness spread.
Come, take my hand, let us forge
A lifeline, a path to endorse,
Disregard the trifles, my Love,
For nature cherishes balance above.
© 25/09/2014
Malik Yaseen
You hold my hand
aware of capacity
for bonding
hands can do that
fingers fond conduits
palms firm suctions
of secure presence
hands yielding
while they also solidify
the mystery of divine
grasp – adhesive nature
of caring touch, giving
while receiving
taking possession with
tender balance of freedom
Love need never hurry
ageless and timeless
the Royal Flush of Hearts
Written: November 21, 2023
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My grasp soars to the sky.
billions of light-years into space
Inducing the comely azure to
caress cynosure constellations
reaching out, the spinning moon
Brushes them back and beyond
I whisk them away
delicate, languid, celestial body
fully, further filling my firkin
amid a slew of diaphanous stars.
Tonight, I will relive an exquisite display
here in my dimly lit room,
and disperse them all over the place.
I tie them to the tree twigs
featuring self-adhesive clasps
refinishing the wooden floors
with cascading tiny orbs
tonight, I lie in the city of stars.
The absurdity of the human condition:
The only condition we try to make sense of,
Make reasonable,
Sanitized,
Certain,
Familiar,
When we know we can’t.
But still we love our categories,
As if life was a Christmas present
That we could neatly wrap
And put into boxes
Labeled “certainty”
But these labels soon break down,
Deconstruct,
Peeling off
Like bad adhesive,
Showing the naked truth:
That we are Odysseus,
Tossed about by the gods,
Armed with the illusion of control;
That we are Don Quixote
Forever fighting windmills
Indifferent to our moral quest;
That we are Hamlet,
Trapped within a cosmic play
Of uncertainty and death;
That we are Gatsby,
Reaching for the magic green light
That forever eludes our grasp;
That we are Sisyphus,
Vainly toiling with our rock,
Telling ourselves that we are happy;
And so we must forever fight
Our constant war against the world,
Embracing the faceless, empty void
With a warm and welcoming smile.
A huge monstrous olive tree
not giving shade nor bearing fruits,
existing in pains and disappointments
together with the others, they live
is the exact expression of my grieve.
Too hypocritical in being aggressive
and defeated by the contraceptive of my try
condemn and make me believe
I'm failure's chief executive.
How am I to know
that every attempt completed
is success' eve?
How am I to know
that more failure is effective?
How am I to know
that I ought to be vigilant
and be patient like a detective?
faulting the situation, myself I deceive
and landing in this mess
surely wasn't my motive
I should have been more creative
instead of staying sensitive to my senses
and searching for palliative methods
of scoring my goal.
I shouldn't have used
my cognitive functions this way,
perceiving challenges as dangers
always attentive to the red light
when it is in fact yellow.
Running away,
when the push seems less attractive
and summing up the crash
to be definitive.
For all these years
the agony has been an adhesive
to my soul.
comparative to a privileged bridegroom
who outslept his wedding
to an undeserving bride.
As descriptive as that,
mine is even more corrosive.
Now I pay taxes to sadness
and my regret more lucrative than ever before
as nature chooses my heart
to be the dwelling place of sorrow
keeping my self-ruin well preserved.
I've tried to turn back time
I've tried to apply similar energy
and pretense is now my best talent
but all I get is NOTHING!
I'm only left with wishes
a million times have I made them
and a million times more I'll proclaim them
but they will all stand as cup-bearers
to my constant regrets.
as I forever say........
I wish! Oh I wish!
untainted yet unfiltered
unrefined and unpolished
retry or repeat
replay and rethink
non-disclosure agreements maintain non-abrasive relations
non-adhesive and non-adjacent
pre-approved with pre-attained knowledge
preceding and preconceived
pre-you and pre-me
post-op after post-apocalypse
post-exposure and post-devaluation
anti-image mingled anti-ego
semi-coherent and semi-caring
over-bearing and under-delivering
sub-human in trans-consciousness
hyper-sensitive before hyper-aggressive
hyper-alert and hyper-aware
out-gunned or out-played
who cares
Why is there this
un-clear re-defining
of a
non-differential pre-ordained
post-humous anti-progressive
semi-important over-emphasized
under-developed sub-genius
trans-race hyper-complex
out-landish ever-changing
Societal "Norm"
Be-you, and let me, be-me.
Could you be the one in my dreams,
the figure I see,
that is meant for me?
Could you be,
the love of my life,
my future wife?
Could you be?
Could you be the the one that I want,
to fit my picky ways?
Show you off, our love I'd flaunt
you have my mind in such a daze!
I want you,
could you be the one,
I need your radiance!!
Shine on me like the sun.
Make me whole,
my heart you stole,
so quickly now, you know.
I want you boo,
all of you,
mind, body and soul.
I need you boo,
I yearn for you
adhesive like super glue.
Jared Pickett
5/18/2010
Asavvy1
PINNACLE
With a piggyback of hopes and dreams, I set forth to reach a peak.
Along bed of roses, rocks and tall sharp weeds, I harvested golden grains of progress. The days and nights rang a wake-up kiss on my head. They told me: "Move on, move on...Don't ever give up..."
There are rainy days on the way. A rain shower teased my climb halting me for awhile. Some so strong, I faltered - gained some wounds. Some directly stabbed my heart. And somehow, sometimes they even knocked my very soul. Although tough thunder tremors shook me, I fought hard to stand still continuing my climb.
Each height I step onto, I came to know moon and stars. Some of them began a war with me. Some of them a veil of fraud. But blessing, most have shed a continuing guiding light. Some hugged me. And wanted me to stay but some pushed and pressured me until I am all like a dripping sponge.
The potpourri situations brought me: a ladder closer to our God. His faithfulness and unfailing love a durable adhesive to my persistence and dreams.
A rainbow after each rain drew a promise of sun-kissed days. They melted the cold lonely years away. They permitted me a walk and run to heavenly meadows. Finally, I reached the pinnacle where grins a forever familiar tale.
(c) Olive Eloisa
2:07pm
October 01. 2012
man triumphs only when there are no boundaries
and with this game the boundaries are set in stone
the team around you, the boys you have grown to know
the rich and the beautiful have come to see the show
steel cuts into the frozen water at our feet
the black mistress has become our only focal
our lumber bound together with adhesive ammunition
I am never alone on the ice or near the ice
breaking away or circling backward
patience is the name of the game
the more it changes, the more it remains the same
my home's past-time -- my families passion
nothing hits my ears quite as audibly;
as the sound of steel on ice
you were my first true love
hockey, you are my only true love.
A moment so precious as they stand and await
Bands that will unite them from their very first date
Coupled to union amidst family and friends
Detours and paths life to their adjoined intend
Everlasting their love as they commit to their vows
For soon two become one as they wantingly wow
Guests adorn gifts as they delightfully praise
Hands on glasses as to the air they do raise
Invitations so polite to the dance floor they go
Joining this couple shouldering their dance slow
Kissing in public now viewed by many eyes
Loving now shared seeing flowergirls cry
Music aplenty as their night flows with notes
Notable family reunions from those so remote
Organised tables introducing family and friends
Pleasing in today's world when happiness sends
Qualities now announced by the parents of she
Requirements to allow he, for they to be thee
Smiles now abound as they thank their guests
Tomorrow's their future for tonight they won't rest
Unlike their yesterday's for their morn they're anew
Voicing they'll be so adhesive in their grew
Wedded this two spread on marital cloth
Xenarthra we won't be, hands faster than sloths
Yes we all thank you here on our special day
Zapping your energy, bow our heads, let us pray
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HEART FOR SALE:
(A hearty advertisement)
Heart for sale! heart for sale!!
Do not come with your money,
Your plenty, but a heart so merry.
No need for your gold and diamond,
The allure and the glamor,
The heart for sale dishonor.
Your mansion? don't mention,
To the lowly heart it's a tension.
All in need is a lovely bliss,
Patient love, who knows?
Tell me please.
Love submissive and adhesive,
Yearn my water-chilled passion
To rain on your throat like water melon,
To swallow you up in my obsession
Like an ocean......
Who will be my partner?
Come buy my heart for sale
And take it to the alter...
To cherish and not to perish.
Love, remember, together
We can conquer the
Heart break disaster.
Charles Melody (Lightning Ink) .© January 4th, 2011.
Strewn adhesive pearls,
In-between Summer branches:
Web of survival.
By Valerie D. Staton
It pains me my memories are fading
My parent’s memories were sharp as tacks
It is their recollections I am invading
I wish I could have my memories back
I preserve moments with paper and pen
Photos crammed onto adhesive pages
Diary depicts who, what, where and when
These tools capture moments throughout the ages
Even as I write I struggle to find
Vocabulary learned many years ago
It seems something is, attacking my mind
Trying to steal, everything I know
With prayer and petition I intend
To recall my memories once again
Brownie broke her beak today
Purloining potted prawns
Despite Will’s whistled warning words
To only eat from lawns
But Brownie boldly battered
that toughened tin top jar
and broke her lovely beak in bits
she’d pushed her peck too far
but wily Will he had a way
to triumph testing trial
so searching for some Superglue
he produced a plastic phial
But Brownie fussed and fluttered
And Thang a tuneleth thong
Worried when Will wrapped it up
thseed thing her thong all wong
One dinky drop of adhesive
Fast fastening he found
Forever fixed his flailing foot
But stopped that thsquawking thound
Adhesive seems to screen,
like a cage I found my being,
Imprisoned you!
Either intimidation or empowerment it slain,
Land in towns,...fence all over queen,
with one tree surrounded by forest,
Equiping personality negatively or positively in mess,
Stimulant to nerves,...shadow of tense,
Controller reasoning with thief of decisiveness,
Troublesetter good works fulfilled,
All on a pace,Yearning it boosts,
Holding key of routes,
Ladder of a wretched man,
Staircase to dreamers fan,
Dwellers in ghetto and slum,
Their Landlord,...Estate agent to tennants in a bungalow,
Serve as a crown made from amethyst,....and crown from hollow,
Defined with fear or enthusiasm,
Anxiety pinned to hope,hatred about scope,
Solidified by ground of pressure and disclosure,
Reliefs a contrite spirit,
Distuction underlying a smiling realist,
Every moment nailed to counters,
Figures outcomes converse,
Planet manipulated by force of attraction,
Born out from a mustard pest,
The overwhelming acronym of ADDICTION!