#1270 Aug 8, 2014
Society, the embodiment of human securities
Is in reality the stark confirmation
Of a conglomerate of screaming insecurities
Begging .its leaders .fervent introspection *
Bending logic is an art perfected by all
Regardless of creed class or stature
No wonder the walk is seemingly a hard laboured crawl
Culminating into deep exposed *psychological sutures
Beings are bedevilled by a roving myopia
Craving a farfetched grandiose utopia
Thats why a bespectacled cynicism
Is ironically of essence to neutralise a deep rooted parochialism
#1271 Aug 8, 2014
We are faults; we are despairing flaws that blemish the surface of our revolving sphere with the intent of making reparations.
We collapse entire cores of foundations and tear down freshly plastered walls with family portraits and decorative ceramic angels hanging from stainless steel nails.
We destroy entire civilizations, coating citizens in molten lava from a volcano that never overlooked them in the first place, leaving future lovers stepping over their remains unknowingly and blissfully clueless.
We are natural disasters; we tear through corn fields, bring down windmills, and rip shingles off of roofs while toddlers sleep soundly under quilted blankets.
But moonlight shoots through your veins and sun burns from the crevice of your chest and I can't help but cup it in my hands and put it in my coat pocket for safe keeping
#1272 Aug 8, 2014
before your hazy gossamer
touches an instant
an epoch, reaching
until your eyes grow quiet
and sink into the creases of your skin
charting maps all the while
the kind i will learn to
so that I may
find you in my blindness
rattle you closely]
when your kaleidoscope bleeds
into a portraited collage
the stories you kept on your face
all these years
and I wept
#1274 Aug 8, 2014
The less that I expect, the more pleasant life gets.
“Hippie Single DAD, vet, Honest”
Since: Apr 11
Steamboat Sprgs Colorado
#1278 Aug 8, 2014
O.K..........BUT in an OPEN forum isn't it ,or wouldn't it be beneficial to yourself or maybe others to have insight to why a person would C/P parts of something,then possibly use their own verse or even re written verse that IS OFTEN in response to something posted BY ANOTHER person.
You have several times in JUST THESE RECENT postings made it VERY CLEAR you consider yourself somehow ABOVE the rest of us? intellectually or? maybe your 6 ft. 9 & the size of a Sumo with the memory of a Savant
" apprehension" ? NO lol
"The curiosity and this prying oddity that you and your ilk are demonstration here toward me"
Yes curious is at least NICE :) ME & MY ilk? lol lol lol No demonstration BY ME,? & NOT
TOWARDS but more TO YOU ,asking questions in an OPEN FORUM could be even considered a compliment .
"poisonous malignancy," ? I may have asked a similar question as a few others ,but rarely in my life have I been known as a person who drinks from the same cup. I didn't create that OBVIOUS problem YOU DID ! Playing CORDIAL is a way of life . Rick
#1279 Aug 8, 2014
This web sites' title is..."A Potpourri of Expressions in Words & Rhyme", just in case you haven't noticed....and IS NOT an Open Forum, as you so incorrectly state (above) in your continuing delusional magniloquence .......
Actual human discourse happens within a number of contexts, not in some sort of unified public forum.
One comes to believe whatever one repeats to oneself sufficiently often, whether the statement be true of false.
It appears to be dominating thought in your mind here.
In the process of gaining your ignoble quality and your some-what abject character, this is not the place, to be accusing anyone of wrongful deeds.....Those who express sentiments, like you, show only that they distinguish the varlet and the freeman, the magnanimous and the vindictive from each other by their virtues
Rick you should not seek to satisfy your thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
"Thou who dost sow the generous seeds which art nourishes, and brings to perfection. Do thou kindly take me by the hand, and lead me through all the mazes, the winding labyrinths of nature. Initiate me into all those mysteries which profane eyes never beheld.
Teach me, which to thee is no difficult task, to know mankind better than they know themselves. Remove that mist which dims the intellects of mortals, and causes them to adore men for their art, or to detest them for their cunning, in deceiving others, when they are, in reality, the objects only of ridicule, for deceiving themselves.
Strip off the thin disguise of wisdom from self-conceit, of plenty from avarice, and of glory from ambition. Come, thou that hast inspired thy Aristophanes, thy Lucian, thy Cervantes, thy Rabelais, thy Moliere, thy Shakespeare, thy Swift, thy Marivaux,..... fill my pages with humour; till mankind learn the good-nature to laugh only at the follies of others, and the humility to grieve at their own."
~Henry Fielding (1707-1754)
#1280 Aug 8, 2014
In the guise of friendship
Like an apparition, he appeared
Extended the hand of friendship
Eloquent words mesmerized her
Smiles galore, her heart enamoured
His words spiced for right flavour
She trusted her heart in his custody
Unaware of his sinister plans
So well disguised in masked lies
An illusionary world seemed perfect
Her heart kept beating for him
Only at her lovers whims
Never realized her heart was seized
Because love came in hellish desire
In a masquerade, hiding his plans
Her heart was played with, forever
“Hippie Single DAD, vet, Honest”
Since: Apr 11
Steamboat Sprgs Colorado
#1281 Aug 9, 2014
So you did yourself credit by showing the author in the post to me,am still curious is this your writing? if so GREAT,if NOT then why not show at least where it came from. "anothers soul"
a different mind ,body connection,no two are the same ever.
again reluctant to admonish , why NOT step up & be counted,I for one make no claims ,see the glass as 1/2 full,but also have my back to a wall,word play is o.k. but not a true test for brilliance , I mean I'm a nobody drop out ,& while I haven't entered to many races,have ALWAYS came out on on top if pressed.
I mean IF the best job in town is shoveling SH## I re think that ,BECAUSE somebody had to sell them those shovels.
The letters or print,language is useful but a much clearer image of the person(s) you want with you in the end ,can be found with a group of kids & a lot of nut & bolts & odds & ends, parts & a few simple questions..........Rick
Since: Dec 06
#1282 Aug 9, 2014
Talk about words and Interpretation of same..
A friend told me here 5 yr old came in gushing with 'big'
he said to his Mom
"Oh, Steve is in real trouble now-
He gave Billy a kick in the balls"
The Mom sat him down saying
"WHAT did you say?"
he repeated it..
Mom said, in a cross voice,
'never say that,
If you are telling anyone that story just say
STEVE KICKED BILlY-don't ever let me hear you
Say that word again'
A few days later they were playing outside, the neighbour
Told them take the ball and clear off and play somewhere else..
Child came in upset,
When Mom asked what happened.
The child said..
"Something happened but I can't tell you
because you'll be cross"
Mom, thinking 'twas something serious,
pressed him to tell,
Child eventually said
'The neighbour shouted at us to clear off
And take (he hesitated with the next word)
and then he said...
'He shouted at us to clear off and take >
the-thing-you-kick-with-your-f oot..with you"
'He took her literally when she said 'don't ever
Let me hear you say that word again'
Ha ha! Innocent kids.
#1283 Aug 10, 2014
This is my poem,
My collection of strung together words,
Add a hidden denotation,
A metaphor or two,
But altogether it doesnt matter,
The interpretation isnt up to you.
#1284 Aug 10, 2014
Neither irony or sarcasm is argument......
treacherously torrid and torrential torrents of totally tangential tumultuous tortuous ; tyrannically torturous adjunct viably salient seethe
procrastinating pandemic plenipotentiary prosthesis ; prosaically pragmatic parenthetical predication predilection premise prognostication
preternatural propensity proclivity prestidigitation
gyration guidon ; ghastly gruesome grotesque hideously horrible horrendous heinous
diabolically maniacal dementia brusque macabre abrupt
amalgamated anathema analysis agnate aggregate aberrance
somatology virtuoso cognate obduracy
rudiment ebullience , confluence effluent effusion affluent , prolific profusely opulence , cogent fecund secular secund , recondite redolence abstrusely obstreperous mesmerism
protractile per etude futurity
blither blandishing blabber burnishing bore-some blahs
lithe blithe jabber prattle chatter tithe
morose morsel moribundness
stalwart bastion bulwark....
Heat and animosity, contest and conflict, may sharpen the wits, although they rarely do; they never strengthen the understanding, clear the perspicacity, guide the judgment, or improve the intellect.
“It's a secret”
Since: Sep 12
Or maybe I just forgot!!
#1285 Aug 10, 2014
The dude is a loon...
He can't be gone to soon..
The boy(?) is out on a limb
but you always know it's him
He pretends he's from a foreign land
with his IP changer..he has it all planned
He's from Miami...just like Pie..
I don't say it lightly..but with a sigh.
He's an arrogant cuss
you'd think he wouldn't put up such a fuss
but he does it over and over again.
if it weren't so sad and mad...I'd just grin..
#1287 Aug 10, 2014
Even a blade that looks dull can give you a cut.
Even a man with nothing can give it his all.
Even if you can't walk, you can imagine to strut.
Even the most sharing person can build a stone wall.
Even the bravest man can have a fear.
Even if you don't have talent, you have brain.
Even if you can't speak, you can hear.
Even the kindest person can be vain.
#1288 Aug 10, 2014
Libation of time, that goes unpoured
For the corpse, in death immured
While we sit and wait, to feel that weight,
That final pain- and is this it?
To think the clocks we watch, not ours
The hours we lost, were only borrowed
From accounts, surfeit no more
Once we learned life is a bore
Of bills to pay, and these fools to bear,
While searching things that were not there;
Have never been but imaginings late,
Of what we never could partake.
Disillusionment is the price one pays for Truth.
#1289 Aug 10, 2014
When I think of her
She inspires me to fight.
When I think of him
He inspires me to write.
Only when I think of them
Therein lies truth
Existing in small portions
Alive with no distortions
I misuse revival
When I discover them
I abuse survival
Overdone with zeal
I try to take control
They remind me
My hands are not real
When I put on the chains
I pull to them.
My rope hangs.
Only a piece of me remains.
#1290 Aug 10, 2014
After all nighting
Wrongs not righting
Feel like flighting
Lack of knowledge maintaining
The big unveiling
No more prevailing
The action entailing:
Since: Dec 06
#1291 Aug 12, 2014
Did I hear my name?
What wonderful memories! Yes, it was in August of 2007 that I had the brilliant idea of locating all of your poems in one place on topix and requested you post a copy of each there, especially for me. What could I call it but, GRACE? I know I, as well as a few privileged others who are aware of it, have spent many a sweet moment lost in your wonderful prose. I dare say it has been a learning forum for some as well.
If you'll excuse me, I think I will go get lost among your poems now.
#1292 Aug 12, 2014
She is stardust leaving sweet bones
in her wake. A trail of poetic destruction
conceived in verse--answering questions
There is a hunger in her
freckled constellations, like spider webs
woven together with golden thread.
Like the wild roses she braids in her hair:
She walks backboned and head held high;
the strongest of letters on a page
left to rest in your mouth.
Since: Dec 06
#1293 Aug 13, 2014
Thank you so much for this, Moi..
I can scarcely believe it's been 7 years! WOW!
My grandson got in there once.. and added a funny
> the one about the fat cat!
he had it done before I knew!
We both laughed at it afterwards.
Great to have the link back again..
I couldn't find it for ages.
A real sincere thanks to you, once more.
Since: Dec 06
#1301 Sep 1, 2014
This takes me back years.... My book had a marvelous sketch and I was fascinated by the sketch before I could read the poem.
Daddy Fell into the Pond.
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And there seemed to be nothing beyond,
Daddy fell into the pond!
And everyone's face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
"Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
He's crawling out of the duckweed."
Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,
And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft
And is sounded as if the old drake laughed.
O, there wasn't a thing that didn't respond
Daddy fell into the pond!
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