Best Seldomly Poems
Oh precious diamond, you shine so bright
You're like a star, how you light up the night
So many want you, my dazzling jewel
For your heart is of warmth, yet you stay so cool
You're held in each person, but seldomly seen
But when you are found, there's a joy which you bring
You're priceless, soft diamond, which means you are rare
Not many will find you, though many will care
You glow like a candle, but strong, like a fire
Your river of veins flow from dreams and desire
Your crystal clear shell holds your beauty inside
But maybe one day you will no londer hide
If only we'd look in the depth of our soul
And find our diamond in our pot of gold
For our heart holds the key to the chamber of love
And my diamond, sweet diamond, you were sent from above
What else could Justice be than the equal
Application of the Law’s provision
To the interest of diverse parties?
I do not have to share your values to
Share your constitution and citizen’s
Rights. Even though tomorrow, we may find
Ourselves on the aisle’s opposite sides,
Today we march in solidarity.
She is blind, our Lady holding the Scales,
Impartial to your status. But Ideal
Conditions seldomly prevail, and he
Who brings the greatest money to the bar
Gets to create the story being told,
While the poor are fitted to their fiction.
Fanny's flirts and flings had found her fickle fame,
She couldn't shed her shady shame off her name.
T'was more give than take,
Yet none for her sake -
Till one fond foreplay - Fanny finally came.
From there Fanny's fishy repute fell deep down,
Far, wide and beyond her native English town.
Not the faintest flirt
She would ever blurt -
Fanny from then came with a fret and a frown.
Fanny's infamous frenetic fellow Dick
Stood up and came to comfort Fanny real quick.
Dick and his glory
Left in a hurry -
Perpetuating plot - Fanny and the Prick.
To Dick's bewildered eyes it turned out Fanny,
In the grand scheme of thing was drag queen Tranny.
Dick ran for his life,
And back to his wife -
Scared, seldomly strayed from adoring Annie.
April 28, 2023
even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die
horoscopes often lie, tearful eyes become dry
jobs come and go, people you thought you knew, you never really know.
hello's become goodbye's
doing the lows, put you on your highs
what was occasionally is now often...
and what was often is now seldomly...
the words I LOVE YOU starts to sound rehearsed
...and the things you used to do out of love, now seems like a chore.
you're older now, past times that used to be fun, is now a bore
love has it's conditions, hearts can change positions
what was always, now seems like never
the sad days ain't getting no better...but the bad days make you more better
...and the places you thought you'd go, you never really went
...and the people you thought you'd meet, you haven't seeked.
...and trust me, you know when the rain turns into hail, but when all else fails...
U LIVE, cause that's LIFE.
U live Life
Whenever I hear someone say
I was always taught to believe
in myself and I can be and achieve
anything I want and put my mind to
The sky is the limit dare to dream
and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise
The 1st that springs to mind to me
Is that's all well and good if you wish
or choose to buy into that
But unfortunately in life cold hard reality
dictates that seldomly doesn't actually happen
Until you eventually wake up 1 day and figure
out for yourself sadly life don't work that way
That belongs and should be resigned to
the inside of a greeting card
With a footnote saying P.S
If everyone could be exactly what they
choose or wanted to be
Wouldn't life be great
Or are you rather suggesting some
people make the conscientious decision
To be viewed and treated as nothing more
less than worthless scum by other people
Now ask yourself who is smart and who
is dumb
Is it me or is it them
Or are you testing or is this a test of my intelligence
And did I pass because that to me
sounds like as if you are
blowing smoke up my backside
And that's ok and not a bare faced lie
so long as what you are asking me to
believe in is
That you are bonufid living proof stood
before my very eye's
Proving all your and everything you ever
dreamed of and aspired to become can
come true if you believe and try hard enough
So answer me this is this all you ever wanted
to be
Good enough for you but not for me I can
do so much better
BUGS!HAVE BUGS,THAT ALSO HAVE BUGS.
WITH KIN AND HISTORIES SELDOMLY DUG.
WITH HAMMERS AND CHISSELS WRONGFULLY USED.
AND COPYCAT FAILURES ALL BEING CONFUSED.
STEP FORWARD THE CRUSHING FOOT.
THE UNKNOWING TORTURORS ARE IN CAHOOTS.
INBORN SURVIVORS ARE BLESSED PROOF.
ONE SINGLE BUGS ENOGH TO MOVE.
THOUGH ALL THE MIGHTY THUNDER OVERHEAD.
A BUG IS SAFELY IN ITS OWN DOMAIN...in bed!
in the land of blue rays there are long days!the wemen are differnt from here i held them so dear!the sun is blue too it tingles you!they beleive in three great spirits creaters of infinity loving as can be!they walk around seldomly talking cause they are telephic you see angelic beams of the spirits light their moon is bright orange at night!angels from another world i need you now,please come to me and show me your light take me too the land of blue rays tonight!
She wasn't selfish enough,
That was the problem.
She would think about it often,
Sometimes she even made plans.
Seldomly she'd even start to prepare.
Though she never took the last step.
She wasn't selfish enough.
That was the problem.
She wasn't selfish enough,
That was the problem.
Once, she had thought it through.
Once, she had made the plans.
Once, she had finished the preparations.
Once, she had taken all but the last step.
But she wasn't selfish enough.
And that was the problem.
She wasn't selfish enough,
That was the problem.
The thought of family and friends,
it always stopped her.
She didin't want to make them suffer.
So insted she kept on suffering.
She wasn't selfish enough.
And that was the problem.
Your compassionate empathy, envelopes all of me
Eyes dark like the night, yet only one star do I see
My eyes are raining from your souls sensuality
I want you to know you own my sentimentality
The waters mixing between us are purifying perpetually
Honoring who you are is not founded in any complexity
Cut the strings, in sharing presence we are not marionettes
Enjoy us, for us, in moments seldomly shared by puppets
A tiny stage built by you and I to act out our plays
All memories created to recall on life's gloomy days
Never a daunting obsessiveness of you on my mind
Just simply thinking of you always as my kind of "kind"
I didn't know the blithe Flower Child.
Whose singing, dancing others said wild
One with flowers and love in her song.
She was a wildflower all along.
Wildflowers bloomed for miles and miles.
We looked at them and broke out in smiles.
They borrowed their tints from rainbow's hues
Then traded sips of light-falling dew.
The flower child was eager to share
her home with those painting art in air.
Sampling exotics and leaves unnamed
In tie-dyed shirts, ponytails untamed.
Wildflowers that grew spontaneously
Nature designed to live wild and free.
To feel summer's breeze blowing their blooms.
Growing askew, we knew, faeries groomed.
Flower child had a message, you see.
Altho said psychedelically.
She wanted a world in peace at last,
her Heart ached for young souls passed
The wildflowers had a message, too:
If you want flowers, trees and a view,
Our voices cry we can't go alone
Someday, rivers will dry up like stone.
Flower Child but a memory now.
Her message of peace was lost somehow.
Blossoms have died, love no longer shared.
Looking back now, I wish more had cared.
Seasons changed, rain comes seldomly now;
Or, torrents come, flooding earth and bough.
Wildflower patches have grown so small,
Soon there'll be no wildflowers at all.
It's a little funny how i turned out
Most of the time my mother jokes
That I made it this far
With sunshine on sugar coated words and eyes brimmed with hope
Almost like green tea on a rainy day with a guitar playing in the next room
Different chords always strum my heart and seldom i know where to go
Seldom
Seldomly, can i make the choice to be led or to lead
to give or to recieve a Heart
can't really take much more of the toxins he dishes out
thus i am disoriented with vain poetry written on my bedside wall
only shadows can relate to that time
Oh my how time flies
oh my how many times can it fly
past the window into the street, into the stream of which both of us meet
and my poet, my art, my love
so heavy with life how far can it soar
baby how far can it soar
until it stabs your heart with my complete patheticuselessSELF
B r e a t h e
it gets so hard to breathe but it's harder alone especially when
my dust, dust, dust can only collect on things that don't move
so how come my dust follows me around
like an unbroken cloud eager to rain on your parade
It's a little funny that you say
how beautiful I am
when you are so much more beautiful yourself
I love that brown skin your in
it makes me think of honey covered chocolate
satin smooth and broken your eyes
broken like me
broken like you
we should put ourselves, broken, together, whole
it's a little funny how
Classical music on sunday afternoons always calm me down
with the window open and curtains blowing a little faith into my
dust
It;s a little funny how we put dead things in our bodies to be alive
Or how we destroy others to survive
It's a little funny how my hand fits yours perfectly, but honey coated chocolate has
always been my favorite
And it's a little funny of course,
you and I
vague figures in the sunset covered with my dust and a little bit of your
honey coated magic.
I'm not hurting, surprisingly I'm doing okay.
Of all the things I've been thinking, seldomly of you which use to be everyday.
I have to get better at being alone.
I'll never be any different if I can't do it on my own.
It'll take everything that I got, but I have to give it my all.
Cause I just can't stand here, and watch myself fall.
In love, a woman gives her heart, soul and mind,
Men seldomly reciprocate in kind,
They'll take whatever godness is offered
and run with it until they get tired,
If women only give a little of themselves,
The well will overflow and the relationship
becomes more intense,
The law of least effort comes to the rescue,
delivering women from relationship issues.
Hearts are not something to be taken lightly.
According to life's essential need.
Anything else would be considered making noise.
Hearts are like mid sized drums. fragile in the way that they beat.
Lingering throbs, echoing intensely.
Seldomly, A snare dropped off key, played softly.
Filling the space of the smallest thought.
Realizing that mistakes can and will occur.
Something not to be taken lightly.
The fragile pop of the smallest thread.
Over thought in motion.
Continuing to move about.
Balanced by the placement of steady hands.
Regaining composure.
A new note soulfully played in cadence with another.
Realizing that there is no such thing as control when it comes to matters of the heart.
A constant rhythm that goes misunderstood until it meets a set of ears to willingly listen.
A Definitive purpose. Finding bliss in filling the gaps of another note.
Without embarrassment, without shame to be themselves.
Tirelessly in unison.
The throb of steady hearts.
This was life being lived to the fullest.
This was the first time I truly heard music at it's finest.
It was never the steady pace of the drum,
But everything that took place around the pop.
Only to amplify as I grew older
I tend to leave a lot of things unfinished
like half the pages in my notebook
either losing interest or simply having the need
to do something else with the intention of coming back to it
but it seldomly happens
no need to continue what i felt yesterday
if today brings me new ideas i would like to explore those instead
but sometimes i do wonder how half these pages could have ended..