Gord

2018-09-27 01:23 pm

Climate I math notes climbing,
Natural knowledge,
Eye Rhyming.
Pass on the peyote piping,
Thy patina, your knife finding,
Kite blue, alike my soul, 
Life in tense, dividing, in two.

A walk in reverse, after marathoning,
Designer clothes given patronizing,
Living Patron, sizing larger.
I'll talk and traverse,
Pasture paragon lifestyle for,
Pluto could not write himself,
Aristocracies would sign lords,
Soule, crabs and seacreatures,
Arrange, kill. 
Labeling features,
Toward no end, untoward wool,
Frayed at the end,
Dog no match for wolf.
Tres bien.

Gord

2018-09-19 08:16 am

Enamored, von con amore,
Ore d'amore, et mortem.
To lark poetic, of home,
Until my heart explodes.

Gord

2018-09-19 06:50 am

As poet, aspire, assume desire,
I wrote for poets, declining,
Prose for poetry, I grew designer.
More spoke, iron, strewn aside,
Cycle heroic for biking true,
Though as porch, her mire I knew.

To sit in snow, still forever, cold,
Gladly to mix into a sill window home.
Lover's letter, one pens from notes,
To end on soles, or in bags of herion,
And never spoken, lovely, but phoned in,
In drunken speech, early in the morning.
As men, we aspire, and assume desires,
I wrote for Odin, always refining,
Notes for nobody, I grew aside,
Man of the world, I knew her ire.

Gord

2018-09-18 07:29 am

She won't relent,
Heart of paper, stone read.
Western hero, composing feelings,
Zeal formulaic, deceit ceaseless.

Eastern, kind words repentant,
Unlikely to spend life waiting,
Ferment, offense, to be condemned.
Sweetheart,
If one only dances, not for scent,
Lance just for chests, 
Language, port for gents.
Madame, another supplement,
For what drunken mess is other,
Than more time misspent?
To see the end, would we prevent?
Could we?
All I see is a girl, a vent,
Policy diverse, absurd, dissent.

Gord

2018-09-12 09:04 am

Solemn acoustic, play yourself,
Silent, foolish, I wait for death,
My chord arrest, My Lord attest.

Holland music, half my breath,
Tax my address for half my wealth,
Alas my protest, perhaps my stress,
In direct response, my indirect.

The woman scoffs at his giving gifts,
Living gifted is not an ornate box;
Richly leveraged when you need a lift,
More alike to a light that is simply off.

She says, take me out, tonight,
Whereto the people are young,
Bodies are loose, fabric tight.
He says, mistakes and lies,
Too young to accrue true views,
He mocks and chides.

Gord

2018-09-11 01:30 pm

Pour courvoisier, coke, smoke weed.
For core voices toking loke green:
Cork d’or choice, spoke woke meaning,
Joke broke gleaming,
Boast goat dreaming,
Invoke oak healing,
Poke coded readings, or cook mud.
Saying I wouldn’t eat if off the bud,
Gimme a fucking break, dawg you would.
So form apostrophes, hoax followers,
Dominate dossiers bespoke by leads.
Chorus needy, broadway job, police:
Honest lobbyist leaps, not,
Calling policy preacher law,
Homely Claudius fears god,
Homer justice, and beating his chest raw.
Former lover, for I see you as bourgeois,
Fleecing people of their heart and minds,
Champion blind, one eye is all but lost, 
Camping, body weak of fighting for causes,
In causeways, his cautious mind pines,
Cheesing through life, eating off rind,
Leave, dodge, dive,
Breed, scoff, lie,
Edict goes like:
What is life? Four courses, hope, feeling?
Of course there’s more, but more redeeming?
He simply says: I’ve not found thy.

Gord

2018-09-05 06:07 am

They write light of my writing,
Erudite Facebook, liars' rights,
Poetically I am but humble,
Penning comedies of tribe.

Unlike, Unlike, Unlike,
Unlike my peers, I replied.
Despite fears and sighs,
My stride upright, austere.

Alas, long grass, an axe,
Tomorrow fills, fellow actors,
Craft jazzy, played by amateurs,
Demanding average.
Eyes glassy and skills assay,
Alas, follow mass, a bass,
Screaming of typeface, in your face.

Gord

2018-08-29 12:46 pm

I have a shelf of books, all ashes.
My most disastrous,
Poetically immaculate.
Writing of real life intangibles,
Kissing a boy by the shore, 
While the crowd screams more.
That's the 21st century, man,
Progress a little beyond books of ash,
Paper plates and cheques for cash,
Beyond are spaceship parts beneath trash.

If Etan must, they probably may have done,
So if May is upon, another spring comes,
Against a flower one cannot lean butt,
Especially with the shadow cast cut across.

Don't show up at the poetry contest,
Rhetoric political, ignorant, floral, passe,
Or expect they place you last, lame, fake.

Gord

2018-08-28 11:03 am

My belly white, tattoo skin black.
World external floating my inlet facts.
Arms extended, hurled outward to any man,
At least stolen by chance; At last romance.

Of snakebites, stated minds,
Or nothing. The badger writes.
Science though he knows nothing of,
Only fighting and dénouemen love,
Fakery and the image source he knows,
Yet facts alas in the seeds he sews,
Spits on the dirt, who,
He walks upon with shoes.

Gord

2018-08-21 11:26 am

Friends spoken to be millionaires paid,
Mind hopeful, experience bar full,
I'm hoping to get a millionaires pay,
Friends along with, interiors vague.

Though rhymes alone do not denote caste,
They are like paste, or a paper,
Clinging to the things we wish to frame.

Like metal rods with a magnet lace,
I walk back to my original place.
Pens broken and arms folded in front,
Mind hopelessly lost of useless knots.

Life like a lark, but come too soon,
So hopelessly lost, inside of dark,
Heart fought and hard fought,
And eventually the daybreak comes.

Gord

2018-08-10 05:27 pm

Nails filed to the end,
Sun setting in the distance,
I scratch and claw endless,
Failing to find a coin to spend,
Flailing to mind my business,
The new owner Olympus.

Perhaps I am but foil to him,
Poetically our lives akin.
Though he sees me boiling pans,
Loud as thunder in soiled pants,
Sent on my way out the door,
Rather than embarrassed again.

The Sophist

2018-07-27 09:32 am

First there is clay
No meaning to a name
Strangers will pray
Friends prey on their loved ones

Some things will change
Some feelings can last days
Some people say
Sometimes it's the rainfall

Feet upon the asphalt
Back making friends
Now who gives their own heart?
Hatred instead

C Alfaro

2018-07-26 08:53 am

Strangers 
Friends
Lovers
Then strangers again vicious cycle never ends
You know I love you let's not pretend,
But where we are headed I've already been 
Rather jump ship then go through this again...

Okileng

2018-07-22 10:04 pm

HI………
It’s about a half past midnight 
The time I always get my brain thinking of you 
Actually i don’t know if I just get my head thinking of you 
or you get in my head for me to think of you 
Six years down this hard life there is not a day I haven’t done that 
Its routinal it has to happen 
I hate you for hating me that much 
I know we all drowned but we didn’t die 
The silence gets louder and I am forced to think you’re not part of me any more 
But is that real 
Are the vows broken that easily 
The bonds we built every other time our lips touched 
Are they shattered that easily 
I don’t hate that you found love again 
Actually I too tried to find some one 
Though it didn’t just work out 
But I hate the way you keep silent on me
Give a hi a day u don’t know how high that would lift me a day 
So if you loved me as u said u did some time
Can you please share a second of your time with me a day 
Just to be sure we wish merry for each other 
Though it didn’t work between us
GOODWINZ TIMOTHY 

Karabo R

2018-07-15 03:03 pm

I am not my Faults
I am not my Darkness
I am not my Fears
I am not my Chaos
I am not my downfall 
I am not my Failure
I am not my Regrets
I am not my Mistakes
I am not my Wrongs
I am not my storms
I am not my Difficult
I am not my Sins
I am not my Demons
I am definitely not my Past but I am "ME" and that's all I am,all I have,all is,all that will..."Me"

#Poetic Genetics
_Karabo R

Mata

2018-07-15 11:52 am

Go ahead laugh,smirk do or say what you are going to do..i wont and cant stop you..its ok and except that im the fool..you have proved yourself out as the klown..as you thought you were cool,walking around claiming to be down..at the time you knew you bad me fooled,i already had the clue;you never or knew how to be true..but its all good cuz who am i to judge?iam able to at least except tbat i chose to be the fool..and to sit back in the crowd n enjoy the show;rather than wanting to be the ringleader and run the show..while you were in the streets claiming to be down and believing to be on the grind;im the"REAL WORLD" of reality you were doin what a ring leader does...marching around advertizing"the circus is in town"..but its ok in your own unrealistic world to believe in what you see and who you claim to be..so im willing to settle with compromise instead of regret..at least have a lil respect to turn our backs to each other and walk away and live in our own realistic world..
MATILDA MADRID

the1poetess

2018-07-13 01:47 am

only you, my rose
more beautiful everyday
it will not wither

Verbalised

2018-03-17 05:19 pm

I awake
Still tired
Drained by hollow ambition
Of late I'm uninspired
I seek transition
Longing to create
To be great
But instead
I wait for tomorrow 
But it never comes
So I follow tradition
With a bitter admiration
I take comfort sharing
Giving, caring
For those who just take
To let them feel great
I carry this weight
In my thoughts
And my dreams
Until I awake