Showing posts with label What it is like in words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label What it is like in words. Show all posts
Saturday, November 27, 2010
I T I N W O R D S
It is my favorite word,
It describes everything,
It is used by me in place of all big words,
It is like, in words IT fits best,
What it is like, in words, is Information Technology Computerized Processing, OR What it is like, in words, is Magnitude Force of attraction "he is it" or, "she is it,"
What it is like in words is a game of tag,
I'm IT or freeze tag,
You're IT,
It is a noun far above the adjectives and verbs,
Who can't stand it!
It is my favorite word,
It describes everything,
It is used by me in place of all big words,
It is like, in words IT fits best,
What it is like, in words, is Information Technology Computerized Processing, OR What it is like, in words, is Magnitude Force of attraction "he is it" or, "she is it,"
What it is like in words is a game of tag,
I'm IT or freeze tag,
You're IT,
It is a noun far above the adjectives and verbs,
Who can't stand it!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Childhood Revisited
Somewhere in the quiet places,
Silenced by the years,
She lives. I am thinking of her.
She stares at me with longing, dare I look?
Hair, thin and brown, blowing about,
Eyes begging that I remember.
And I am happy to see her. Or wait, shall
I say that I am sad?
I swallow hard, breath deep and close my eyes.
Trembling, I reach across time to find myself.
Our tears and dreams entangle, and we, alas, are one,
as we should be. For I cannot live without her,
And this is what it is like. Or what it is like in words.
rk
Somewhere in the quiet places,
Silenced by the years,
She lives. I am thinking of her.
She stares at me with longing, dare I look?
Hair, thin and brown, blowing about,
Eyes begging that I remember.
And I am happy to see her. Or wait, shall
I say that I am sad?
I swallow hard, breath deep and close my eyes.
Trembling, I reach across time to find myself.
Our tears and dreams entangle, and we, alas, are one,
as we should be. For I cannot live without her,
And this is what it is like. Or what it is like in words.
rk
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
j?A! M!t(hE//'.....
What did you expect?
....... What did you experience when you elated into the theater.
This is what it's like in words
parlance is my last chance to make me memory on earth last.
Plot, storyline does it rhyme and if so so fine
on the dime and the nickel and it's not that I don't know yah"
I seen you at my show and I'ma grow on ya.
Favorite moments are silent proceed by violence
follow up get it done with kindness
shyness you don't know me,
your lucky you get this for free.
Im your Favorite character and why?
I'm a man but believe me sometimes i cry Cry and die die
Thinking about the messed up shit I put my kid through
and all sorts of superfluous nervousness
that kept me from versing free style and bursting!
I'm thirsting coming in big command the floor
while you wondering where the wave mention my exsistancce
scribbled in the sand then vanish,
my essence is my message concentrated with effortless patience
I'm through with complacence racists
and the acquittals of corporate officials.
Odious and erroneous felonious
but I'm the only one getting hard time traced me back to the scene of the worst crime just for growing prime?
If imma slip offa the face of the earth
i think I gotta leave this curse behind
that's been cursing my mind and in death I find
there's no rewind only one shot to expand your mind
and imam bring it live two..
No three times
my shits like a hate crime
I'm knocking around reason and rhyme..
Your girl asked me "do I ever not rhyme?"
I said "girl I'm sublime you got me in my prime and trust I demma ghana tek my thyme"..
Why dem pretty ones da learned lean .lady ones
take da first one that comes
then become the jaded emaciated pill pop pin ones
then come my way looking like they got hit on the freeway..
Believe I pray maybe four five six seven times ah day
send a chaste lady into the fray
but I'm afraid they went the way of the dough dough
oh no! Hope it ain't so.
I sunk so low low got got by the po po
rocked up locked up stopped up..
Assets are worthless and verses turn into real ass lessons
unless you missed my past Iz live so so fast
don't blink you might miss my ass
I'll pass up on cash and leave ass in the grass
if I cant learn from the past
and make this forever moment last
then I might as well cash out early skip out on my little girly,
hardly,
that ain't me,
to easy and I'm living the breezy life so fresh and so nice gotta say my name twice,
yeah I'm white like basmati rice
But I'll get at ya like ya never known
take you to the unknown
we'll become one while you gaze at the full moon
making me swoon.
You and me front of da the house killin that blouse
blowing up the couch mouth to mouth this ain't CPR
ya make me feel like high school in the back ah mah car
i love that you see me for the dude I are
And I get ya,
the sly smiles sex appeal across the room
but dis feeling so real so clear clear and your so so near near,
don't fear me
won't leave ya stranded
I won't start a book and a leave blank chapter
your what I'm after
your smart clean and I'm stick with ya
youse a real fly sister
never knew what I missed till that very first kiss.......
smitten.......
remember that first Christmas?
I made you mittens..
Two lefts but that's all right we stayed up most of the night
that first date sharing rhyme
and I seem to recall how we forgot time
left this crazy shit behind,
asinine
but I wish i could rewind stop time and find you in the third grade, think of the future future tense is where I'm headed to the wood shed yet again gonna get a sword and pen and see what shape my mind is in and promise once I begin your never gonna see shit the same again, make your soul take flight your burden light....
What did you expect?
....... What did you experience when you elated into the theater.
This is what it's like in words
parlance is my last chance to make me memory on earth last.
Plot, storyline does it rhyme and if so so fine
on the dime and the nickel and it's not that I don't know yah"
I seen you at my show and I'ma grow on ya.
Favorite moments are silent proceed by violence
follow up get it done with kindness
shyness you don't know me,
your lucky you get this for free.
Im your Favorite character and why?
I'm a man but believe me sometimes i cry Cry and die die
Thinking about the messed up shit I put my kid through
and all sorts of superfluous nervousness
that kept me from versing free style and bursting!
I'm thirsting coming in big command the floor
while you wondering where the wave mention my exsistancce
scribbled in the sand then vanish,
my essence is my message concentrated with effortless patience
I'm through with complacence racists
and the acquittals of corporate officials.
Odious and erroneous felonious
but I'm the only one getting hard time traced me back to the scene of the worst crime just for growing prime?
If imma slip offa the face of the earth
i think I gotta leave this curse behind
that's been cursing my mind and in death I find
there's no rewind only one shot to expand your mind
and imam bring it live two..
No three times
my shits like a hate crime
I'm knocking around reason and rhyme..
Your girl asked me "do I ever not rhyme?"
I said "girl I'm sublime you got me in my prime and trust I demma ghana tek my thyme"..
Why dem pretty ones da learned lean .lady ones
take da first one that comes
then become the jaded emaciated pill pop pin ones
then come my way looking like they got hit on the freeway..
Believe I pray maybe four five six seven times ah day
send a chaste lady into the fray
but I'm afraid they went the way of the dough dough
oh no! Hope it ain't so.
I sunk so low low got got by the po po
rocked up locked up stopped up..
Assets are worthless and verses turn into real ass lessons
unless you missed my past Iz live so so fast
don't blink you might miss my ass
I'll pass up on cash and leave ass in the grass
if I cant learn from the past
and make this forever moment last
then I might as well cash out early skip out on my little girly,
hardly,
that ain't me,
to easy and I'm living the breezy life so fresh and so nice gotta say my name twice,
yeah I'm white like basmati rice
But I'll get at ya like ya never known
take you to the unknown
we'll become one while you gaze at the full moon
making me swoon.
You and me front of da the house killin that blouse
blowing up the couch mouth to mouth this ain't CPR
ya make me feel like high school in the back ah mah car
i love that you see me for the dude I are
And I get ya,
the sly smiles sex appeal across the room
but dis feeling so real so clear clear and your so so near near,
don't fear me
won't leave ya stranded
I won't start a book and a leave blank chapter
your what I'm after
your smart clean and I'm stick with ya
youse a real fly sister
never knew what I missed till that very first kiss.......
smitten.......
remember that first Christmas?
I made you mittens..
Two lefts but that's all right we stayed up most of the night
that first date sharing rhyme
and I seem to recall how we forgot time
left this crazy shit behind,
asinine
but I wish i could rewind stop time and find you in the third grade, think of the future future tense is where I'm headed to the wood shed yet again gonna get a sword and pen and see what shape my mind is in and promise once I begin your never gonna see shit the same again, make your soul take flight your burden light....
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Chocolate tastes sweet, creamy, and rich,
Slightly bitter, nutty, waxy, earthy, melty.
At least, that's how it tastes in words.
But that is so incomplete.
The real flavor of chocolate
is incomparably beyond the sum
of the words used to describe it.
Words don't do justice to some things.
...
There exists a numinous experience,
Though I'm not sure what that means.
To be bound by divine presence in transcendent ecstasy,
To feel the holy exuberance of facing celestial mystery,
To be filled with the Spirit and exult in its Glory,
To "witness His Majesty".
I don't think words capture its power.
This is a feeling that changes lives.
Not that I'm one who really understands.
Hearing how it is in words
is the closest I've ever gotten.
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by Turtle Shell
One of November 16's "What it is like in words" poems.
Slightly bitter, nutty, waxy, earthy, melty.
At least, that's how it tastes in words.
But that is so incomplete.
The real flavor of chocolate
is incomparably beyond the sum
of the words used to describe it.
Words don't do justice to some things.
...
There exists a numinous experience,
Though I'm not sure what that means.
To be bound by divine presence in transcendent ecstasy,
To feel the holy exuberance of facing celestial mystery,
To be filled with the Spirit and exult in its Glory,
To "witness His Majesty".
I don't think words capture its power.
This is a feeling that changes lives.
Not that I'm one who really understands.
Hearing how it is in words
is the closest I've ever gotten.
------------------------------
by Turtle Shell
One of November 16's "What it is like in words" poems.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
The prompt for poems to write by November 16 is the line: "this is what it is like. Or what it is like in words." from the following poem.
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Words, Wide Night
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you
and this is what it is like. Or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
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Words, Wide Night
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you
and this is what it is like. Or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
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