Tare Poems

Look at the womb of my mother

From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I am flesh, made of bones and skin that can easily tare. That unhinged love is the most unconditional, I grow and deforme when all I do is obey. From the womb of my mother- I was born a blessing. While others see me as a monster. I Am A JUST WOMAN! Through God and christ I shall never fall but to walk with grace and faith.

Nightmares

Dare to be Rare,

Compare Nowhere,

It's okay if they Stare.



Is there anybody there?

Is there anyone anywhere?

Is there anything you wish to share?

I tried looking elsewhere,

They didn't seem to care,

It didn't seem fair.

A dream or nightmare,

Peering through a blank stare,

Unaware, I see the masks they wear.



Dare to be rare,

Compare nowhere,

Time has come to be a pair.



We are everything,

Everywhere, 

We are everybody breathing air,

We declare an end to the despair.

We are sorry for the cross you bare,

The dreams that gave quite a scare,

We needed you to be aware.

We needed you to really care,

To repair the tare somewhere,

Caused by psychological warfare.



Dare to be rare,

Compare nowhere,

Life is a love affair.

Madness

#poetry 
 Madness 


Take me away,  far far away to your madness; 
In your asylum of thoughts you do deny,  and you punish me to fuel your  unforgiving lie.

Take me away, up up up into your cloud 
where my heart does death and dies;
Wish me then, an unwellness there,  on your cloud of pretence,  and I see it , the fool in your eyes .

Crow in the trees , you chorus your sqawrk of dis ease ;
I,  my heart broken to your  content;  You are  pleased to tare me apart;  I know of your  judgement;

Here on the  cloud of sorrow;  On your branch you squawrk and you flap,  scratching your itch, taring my heart apart; It's your rap,  where your words and complaints and  your explanations of no sorry you sent; 
Echoes the alarm , take me far far away to your madness,  bent up in your arms .

If tomorrow, she's not there

If tomorrow
She’s not there
I will live 
A life
In despair
I would fall 
Away
From her hand
Deflated
Flat
No light
Could I bare
I would wallow
In my sorrow
Exist
Only 
In my self-pity
Yet
One tiny part of me
Would see across
The plain
Of my self-loathing
And that tiny part
Would start
Slowly 
To build a scaffold
Bar by bar
Dawn by dawn
Slowly 
Build me up
And direct me
To where 
I need to be
I would seek out
Words of wiser men
Then me
Schopenhauer
Nietzsche
Aristotle
And more
Their words
Would turn me 
A flat, deflated
Self-pitying 
Nobody
Into a God
Into A devil
Into a philosopher
And I would find
Happiness
Again
But different
Not external
But 
Internal
I need no one
To create happiness
By their presence
I find it 
Inside
By understanding
The human psyche
And the traps
The masses 
Leave
To tare you down
For they are scared
And envious
That I 
Am able
To move on
But still
I dreamt
And still do
As tomorrow
She’s not there

i recall hern virgin

.


             i  heard no
                   Pop
                   Rip
                  Tare

                  Nope

                   Just
                “mmph”
                   And
             “don’t stop”





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Always will be

In this insane world we profess to love.
Our species fights and kills itself to live.
We tare apart thoughts and love we don’t understand.

Why doesn’t our intelligence ever see?
That killing and murder will never set us free.
Death is death and always will be. 


So, we’ll kill each-other to live, so god damn constantly? 
Why is it - I kill you and you kill me? 
Why is our intelligence this dumb so repeatedly?
The tragic nature of our species this is and always will be.

Be Careful of Skirt and Shirt

in wheel missing cog
Trump had been an under dog
brain like lump on log

never will want here
hope that he does disappear
part of a bum steer

could tell by the thunder
a bus Trump was caught under
one more big blunder

will commit a crime
Trump never has been on time
did write a poor rhyme


Trump had day in court
missed paying his child support
sold all of us short

has been a real pill
when Trump wiil veto bill
head hit window cill

Trump in each essence
never had any pleasance
mangled many pheasants

opponents strangle
many deals Trump will wrangle
things together tangle

Trump did tare his shirt
He has put us on alert
put his hand up skirt

The Story

One side confirmed
From the beginning
In the middle, towards the end
Versions, two levels
Expectations, disappointments
Devastating conversations
Which is to be determined
Non-communication.

The story was told
The real issues avoided
Reasons to be acknowledged
The story is renewed
The details are so intense
Misled in contempt.

Rulings took place
A disgrace
The real truth lies beneath
Hidden deep below the feet
Uncovered, undiscovered
The story must be told.

Twisted up to a standard
Measured beyond
Just to tare down.

The story.

Note of encouragement, 

In silence, one side of the story is being told.
But, the truth will reveal itself one day. Often times 
negativity and envy are involved, just to tare one down. Be of 
great encouragement. Staying Positive and forgiving is best.
All will be okay.

Fat Bellied Man

Fat bellied man

It seems we have a

Miss

Under

Standing


What you huntin?


Nothin in here for you


The safe is bare


How dare

You

Not

Be aware

 
that


I was inclined


To go out and dine


Dressed to the nines



The corner fish fry was nice

just a bit of advic

I don’t do tartar

Only tar-tare



I thought you understood

The rules of this game


Those steam-sealed pockets

I don’t choose

to purposely inflame


But 

Everything is a process

A test


Now was that really your best


Aside from clutching your leather so tight


If you had looked up from the pennies


You stowed away with that key



You would have recognized my grace



And would have known


There was no need to angst



The night was on me

Both Feet Caught In a Bra

Removed bats from campus
Pets who eat grass of Pampas
Goodbye them will miss

Bats are Republicans

on odd meditate
disturb people about culture
upset apple cart

Once were supporting
when they had started snorting
out door escorting

Will be quite a fete
nails would tare hole in my sheet
length of did deplete

had become worst law
slipped when both feet caught in bra
while at a health spa

when much violence
police will encourage silence
on have reliance

when violating
have been highly insulting
humiliating

be sure to pick out
things about Republicans
fools never forget

Need a poetry column in Brunswick
Beacon.
will apply to Republicans

It's a Tether

It’s a tare.
A sort of find.
She’s not there.
Yet a this is mine.
It’s an after.
For a longs to be.
She’s not weather.
For a look to see.
It’s an always.
At a door a name.
She’s not there.
For a way a frame. 
It’s a languish. 
A less than take.
She’s not there. 
For a way to make.
It’s a wonder.
An always in a wish.
She’s not there.
For me with a kiss.
It’s a tether.
An ask for a care.
She’s not there. 
In a miss to bear.



for B

New

Why do I want so much sadness in my life
I can feel my heart breaking
Why do I keep doing this to myself
My psychiy is about to snap
I don't know how much of this I can take
I feel my heart breaking
Surround, I'm drowning 
My own tears make up this lake
Inside I hurt
Alone I rot
I must tare at this skin
To provoke feeling
I should stop and give up
But I continue being
I'm snapping
I'm dying
I'm laughing
I'm crying
Left wondering
When
Theses symptoms will shake
If I can't stop this fall
I'm liable to break
And fly away
Theses prices of me
Incomplete and broken
I get thrown away
No one to belong too
No meaning to stay
I cant scrape this
From my mind 
The people i Iove
What I've left behind
It's getting dark here
And too hard to breathe
I'll bow my head now
And take my leave

Freezing and Not Pleasing

is the teenth of june
found face painted on balloon
looked like a racoon

bitten by chigger
sores are bigger and bigger
once were on trigger

poems complicated
which were initiated
then replicated

did contain despair
records were beyond compare
them up trump did tare

there are those who delves
into books that are on shelves
wrote by tiny elves

not very pleasing
when I had started freezing
ended up sneezing

Mended

What do you do with a broken heart
Mend it, heal it, and tare it apart
Watch as the pieces go floating away
Crashing and burning as you sit and stay
Then wonder why it hurts you so much
Even a heart can't handle a punch
It decides not to trust your mending and healing
It decides to go out, and starts all of it's stealing
Looks for a bit of joy here and there
Then it changes a bit and it starts to share
Looking for someone who may want to give
A little bit more than one life to live
Then what did they do with a broken heart
Mended and healed, then tore it apart

Treapordize

Prisms blue sky's residue new tymes themes knew rymes seldom brewed limes suddenly I resume Time Jacks timeless I flew the flag I screw the nails I drew a line I refuse to assume to plead with a gossip girl fossils pearls glossy flossing on turtle scales  tare weight grams inches minx oil drinks all around 
To tavern be named Glued to Perils Presumed to escalade on in ski's Galieas cross path beseeched intertwined so gloomy Loom Lake appears

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