Love surrounds us…though people take it for granite
Oh, but we’re unaware of it! We’re ignorant of it at times of tribulation
Vibrant, vermillion roses float in the swaying wind, like feathers, passing me by with a smile and a friendly wave
Everyone is embracing hate instead of love, embracing havoc instead of peace – WHERE IS THE LOVE?
I am longing to feel like I belong! The church bells repeats its penitent bells
Saddened by the fact that I’m trapped in my comfort zone of callous night…I want to be unchained from this solitary cave…but no angels tread the road that I’m currently on unfortunately
Hate rips my heart apart and throws it in the heartless fire…love is invisible like a caved in treasure
Ashamed because I always wanted to find avarice-devouring love, restoring joy to my absent-of-vanity verse
Rain descends like the sunset as my spirit ascends like the sunrise above the disconsolate clouds
Drenched in heartfelt relief…of experiencing love on another level – I’ll bring back to life my faith towards You once more
Tattered by heart’s wistful thumping…replace my heart with beauty’s caress and harmony, for I’m desperately in need of a savior
Owned by hatred, the monster that appears in my nightmares, the vile leader of rancorous wolves…
Fly away from the darkness that made you drink in desolation and devastation
Isolated by bliss and joy – overflowing with lamentation
Never able to find a mixture of serenity and exaltation…maybe I’ll find it in the forest’s quietude
Destined to unlock my heart’s desire…however, love is hard to find, for I’m a hopeless, romantic boy, foolish in love and frankly…blind!
To Work In A Hospice Just Be There and Care.
Bring yourself, It's all that you have and it's real,
Everyone needs to be understood and to feel.
Treat others in the way you want to be,
Hear what's unspoken, listen for the key.
Encourage folk to say what they need,
Remember your limits , try not to exceed.
Every time you give, someone receives.
Allow yourself feelings, You are not perfect,
Never share outside except with the staff elect,
Dying is a lonely journey, let your care be your gift.
Care and love, let yours show,
Anxieties of your own, just let the staff know.
Recall happy memories, folk like that a lot,
Empathy's good but sympathy's not.
A way to remember the rules of engagement in The Hospice.
© Dave Timperley. October 30th 2014
Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.
Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.
Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.
Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.
Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done,
I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine
Like the late great who came before my time
I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes
My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight
Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life
Now that ain't right!
As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite
Night after night
Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight
Although, we'll be all right
They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right
Instead we're the light to a lying greed
That will enlighten life to a brand new seed
A man of God indeed
Freed from the Son that bleeds
Like the summer breeze
He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe
The air that please
A satisfaction like the birds and the bees
My word's words are the keys
That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed
A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy
So shall our comradery
That will bring comfort to a struggling society
A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity
Unifying the physics of theory
That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy
Similar to the Cosby
X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality
Like life's calamity
And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically
However, I've discovered a system
That can mathematically destroy ignorancy
And turn our state of mind intellectually
I elect that He (God) selects me to be
And be that man who may lead this community
So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me
En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny
Like we were destine to be
We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we.
Because we are...
The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness
Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous
Our potentials are endless
And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this
So it's time we put a stop to this
The biggest enemy of self
And that's envy and jelousness
Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is
A promised made sealed with a kiss
Is the next best thing since "In the beginning"
In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
Who am I?
W-eaned from tender
age,in noble family of ten.
H-urt by the demise of
the tube that brought
me into this theater of
struggles and pains.
O-rdered about by the
whimps of this
world,facing the hurdles
of life daily from
cradle,never giving up
A-fine young man of 28
I am,who has the
experience and wisdom
of the aged.
M-astering the arts of
life-learning from lessons
of life's victims and
didactic poems 'cos man
of fame I intend to be for
I bear the name Bob.
I-lost my poetic gift at a
stage but recovered it in
poetrysoup for invisible
entities say a
lesser being I shall be,but
another encourages me
to move on,for great is
one who comes out of
the shackles of life
undeterred for this is who
Name: Ifeanyi Bob
Dying more than ever before
Every time I miss you more
A first child that wasn’t born
Dead, now all I do is mourn
Baby only four months old
A treasure I never got to hold
Big hole in my heart tonight
Yelling “Why didn’t you hold me tight?”
Many born will choose paths in search of glory and fame
And after the dust has settled, not much value remains
Nelson “chose” with open eyes and a passion-filled heart
Despite physical pain and degradation, love kept his soul apart
Evil, he shunned when it would've been easy to embrace
Love, he championed throughout the marathon race
And now at last, peacefully, touched the finish line!
Note: In Honor of Nelson Mandela 7/18/18 - 12/5/13 +RIP
"Taken, all is taken",she cried.
Assuming there was a theft I looked all around and
Kindly said that everything seemed in place.
"Everything that can be regained is not taken",Said she."Taken is
Nothing but the loss of dear ones close to your heart."
There you go
Making me fear the person I am
Trying to put me down
My bond to you is stronger than I thought
I love and hate you
Not for the unforgivable things you’ve done
But for putting me in that position
Where believing in myself
Is so far out of context
That I hate who I am so completely
For me to get better I need you more than ever
To just be who your supposed to be to the person who I am
Feelings that were dead, and forgotten are being resurrected.
Things I never thought possible are becoming reality.
The hallow feeling I felt is disappering, almost as if a dream.
New and exciting is true, comfortable and real too.
I lay awake reveling in this bed of mine, wondering when my time would come.
Feelings that were lost and dead thought to be gone, are now growing.
Strange dreams blend with reality. A true
Compliments toward rejection.
Outrageously tortured. Presents
Paranoid delusions, as well as
Hallucinations. Then, consciousness;
Run, seceded. Became
Extremely dried. So
Noticeable and rapid.
Ironic, yet dramatic.
A pure self-imposed isolation.
Rest in peace my charming friend; lo your body is now asleep but you spirit remains with us always. With our constant lively action, everything seems much more still without you here, but we shall remember and cherish you as you were-fun loving and full of life. You lit up the world around you just a little bit more with your perky attitude and bright smile.
Evening twinkles a little bit brighter with a newly gained star. A special one-of-a-kind treasure with your light of burning passion smiling down upon us as you await our arrival
Softly we hum to your memory; as we blissfully play back in our minds all the times we had with you.
Time was cruel, taking you at early twenty-one years, but we took what we could-what we were given and made the best of everything we had. Cherishing every moment and enjoying you and your hilarious antics
Invaluable you were to everyone who met you and knew you. You were an amazing person and wonderful friend who always stood by everyone’s side and helped those who needed it. Knowing how full of life you always were, it’s hard to believe that you are now parted from this life. I still see you with that glorious smile upon your face filling your eyes with a deviously mischievous twinkle…
Never did I imagine I’d be having to say my final farewell so soon; the way you were burns in my mind as I whisper my love and goodbyes to you one last time...
Rest in sweet peace my dear friend; never will you ever be forgotten- Forever engrained in our minds your legacy will continue one for years to come…
Early morning reality strikes its cold, hard chord as sudden sadness as despair finally sinks in… you have been removed from this broken world where we mourn your loss; the pain hitting each person deeper than the one previous
Goodbye my adventurous dream, the spark of memories hold together the shattering pieces of my cracked heart that sorrow threatens to crush in the grips of its mighty claws tightly surrounding my aching, bleeding heart…
Angels rejoice as they gather you in hugs and welcome your coming, leading you to your place beside our lord, residing with him as you patiently await the rest of us to join you
Nostalgically I smile and watch as you fade into my dreams; I will never forget you my friend, remember me as we wait to see each other once more…
Regan Steel; friend, brother, and more...
October 28, 1991- July 15, 2013
P roblems there are so many for everyone
R ealize and accept that this is life
O bviously we all have them sometimes
B elive that you can manage them all
L et no trials and problems steal your joy
E ndure them and have Faith,Hope and Trust
M anage your problems and just trust God
S mall or big problems won't last,hand them all to God each time
Dorian Petersen Potter
Through my thoughts I created you
Out of you came love running for peace
Love so sweet it turn red like roses
Though the love couldn’t exist alone
Out of you I emerge as a king to your palace
I came when the moon showed it bosom to the sea
Together the love grew like a flower on fertile soil
When our love matured feelings were born
A feeling that change my thoughts as chameleon change its colors
When my thought got exhausted with happiness falling like stars
The heart took control of me and you
A heart so pure yet never hurt before
When the heart was hurt darkness took control
From darkness grief seize the motions crafted with pain
Out of grief hate emerge with the fury of a tyrant devil
But hate grew old and I only saw you and I walking towards emotions
Emotions caught on the deep light of the glowing sun
i wanted to run to the mines and dig a gold for you
Yours only that none has touched and felt its beauty
except you and i.
from my old poem that I just want to give it life that it deserve.
Love could be pure beauty... Love could be a temporary high with an awful hangover...I can't deny that I loved you to the extreme - that changed so suddenly
Opting out on love affairs, I don't need another heart break...I don't wanna damage my self-esteem again...I don't wanna waste away...fade away, negativity - vanish from my sight for good!
Vivid images bleed through my cranium achingly and repeats like a broken record, playing out of the blue at the dead of night...it's projecting horror on another level...stop haunting me - there's a demon, chanting curses in my head..giving me a load of dread! I toil in my anguish! Remorseful tragedy taints my heart with blistering blasphemy!
Elevate me with your awesome Works and Wonders...oh Lord! Why does this burn burn on like a wild fire...my imagination is blazin' aflame & I'm hurting with distasteful shame brewing inside of my woeful, hopeless heart! Things will never be the same again!!
Hang me up like a hanger in the cell-like closet in your bedroom... It feels so cold in this chamber of solitude and mystifying abyss - don't forget me in the clusters of the hangers; I wouldn't mind holding on to your beloved attires/garments with pensive patience...I wait keenly for your return!
Up and away, I float like a rainbow air balloon...I ascend like the airplane, taking a fantastic flight! I'm feeling this terrific, natural, good-vibes-down-my-spine high...I'm a shade of orange and gold! No longer a shade of blue and gray! Do I belong somewhere sacred...somewhere special...somewhere surreal in your heart? Let's make a love oath & promise me you will stay faithful to our vitality-vibrant vow
Risking my life for my loved ones... Love hurts - please fall in love when you feel ready and when you feel mature enough to handle a bittersweet relationship...love may be a box of chocolates at first, but then it can ruin you like a monsoon! Be vigilant and let your heart be in vain at all!! Love hurts especially when someone rejects your affection towards them - it makes me feel rather jaded and distressed - you sink fast and collapse on the ocean floor like the Titanic; my heart breaks like that once triumphant, robust ship
Thank you for all the miracles you've bestowed upon the Earth and I of course! I give it my best to express my gratefulness towards Your divine, glorious character! Thanks a billion for allowing me to have gifts and talents - I like to show it off with Humility & confidence all the same!
Sure... Go ahead and call me an insane moron, a dense fool or whatever you wanna call me! Don't make me have hurt feelings or don't insult me too much - in a sensitive guy with an innocent heart crafted by God's healing hands...love felt good at dome point in my life! I was young and free back then, but I took love lightly and I'm a ludicrous boy...a naughty man in love with a crazy, jubilant woman! That's quite odd - I thought love hurts, however, my opinion have been turned down by young couples all around the world (their relationship worked out perfectly) and I haven't looked on the brighter side of love...I was destined to be single and alone for life! I've lost all of my chances & my time was wasted on plastic, envious love! Ugh!
Lone Ranger came out in theatres
Awesome! Johnny Depp is so brilliant and wicked!
Painstaking regrets shown on stage
Pangs of depression cling to me like the Pirates of the Caribbean monkey
Iris turns blue...the pupils of many decrease in size
Never felt so much pride and happiness
Grasp vast grace
End this madness inside of my cranium and numb the pain that’s making me
feel this sensation, as if I was drunk off of rum…I’m not a drunkard that’s
dumb and that’s a fact that has made a big impact in my life…especially my
brother’s life to be exact!! Do you have any clue what I’ve been through? Do
you have any brain cells in your empty brain? Are you damaged by your
suicidal depression? Anxiety took a toll on you – you’re in its session…it’s
controlling you like a puppet, doing whatever the puppet master tells it to do!
You demand attention immediately without further ado…pay off your expense
of your emotional suspense! Dispense and you shall receive no more expense!
You are fenced in by the absence of hope and the approval of avarice appeal!
Ignorant to the time, drifting away from your grasp! You hold your breath and
you gasp! At last, you understand how important it is to immediately dispose
of your expense! Just reap what you sow and pay up for your sins! The
consequences lay in someone else’s hands and the two grand lands split! You
are way, way more worthy of praise than being in chains in this pitiful pit of
yours! All because you didn’t pay up your exceptional amount of expense! I’m
going to drop off reality for the time being until the end! Deplorable Reality’s
strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees, swarming around
me like my crowd of fans, family and friends – what’s the expense of fame?
Will I be feeling this shame with a grand name? Will it be astonishing beyond
say or just another bill to pay? Ignorance is bliss they say…I’ll type no more of
this verse today…Or I’ll pay my expense of writing too much! At least I give
my poems a great punch of passion, inspiration, and it’s moving, even with
the slightest touch!!!!
Wish i was in a better place.
To survive myself from this case.
I know it is just a phase.
Till I get God's grace.
I think I'm sounding ungrateful.
It's just that sometimes it gets painful.
I got to Thank God and stay faithful.
'Cause graceful days are coming peaceful.
Never-ending aftershocks of yesterday’s tomorrow has settled in my mind’s eye…there’s so much out there to look forward to…I’d rather not die, but indeed, I must live to see the light of day take wing from on high! Cleanse me with your hope, oh Lord of Accord and you are so perfectly imperfect to me…and you shine bright like a diamond in the cave and you mirror my pain with healing, crystal-clear rain! I’m out of my mind in the past, present and future…what’s my fate? What is there in store for me? Why do I hestitate? I hesitate for the sake of Your honor-packed jubilance, not his blasphemed envy! Good news (It’s intriguing! Very!) – I’m suriving and still standing tall; bad news (nothing brand-new or exciting really): I failed the test with a F- for failure to the extreme…your sub-zero eyes see right through me and I can feel the coals heating up in my heart! I’m mad to begin with and I’m sick of breaking apart! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! Deal with the cards, roll the dice. Feel my words – you’re my livin’ sacrifice! We need a happily ever after after all! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! You kill’d me inside and out and I won’t pout like a child, running about! You killed me with your lonesome song and I have no slight doubt about that, if you know what I am speaking of no doubt! Are you damaged by your suicidal depression? Do you have any clue what I’ve been through? Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! I am a money saver, but a worthless beggar or an ungrateful waster OR a real big spender ~ I don’t mean to offend a single soul or drive anyone insane in any way, shape or form…I am just telling you the truth straight out of my brain while I lay down and type this verse up in my solitary, yet unique, wild and stunning-blue dorm…avoiding a bee swarm like escaping a windstorm with stingers flying all around me every direction I turn! Every angle I watch, there is danger looking at me straight in the eyes…replicating the death stare of the Lord of the Flies…my hope and faith withers and dries like a weed, left in the sun…pulled up from the ground by the gardener himself…rotting away…today…
P is the third part of Expense, the acrostic series.......
Practically, my cup is half full instead of half empty, but I am proven
wrong! I’m swimming in the river of my emotional debt mixed with other
distinctive debts…doused in drastic dread! Is this reality in a nut shell or is
this frankly living hell? Where does your high spirits truly dwell? Keep in
clean, you gutter mind of a foolish man in PRISON for committing HURTFUL
crimes – he has to pay up so much – his expense is SKY-HIGH, but he is
not shy to pay it up and he longs to fly again with un-tattered wings, but
fails greatly due to HIS poor decision making…who knows why he did the
things he did, which leads to his ultimate consequence – his absence of
life…the aftershocks of his death still haunts the prison to the extreme-est
of the extreme! He haunts and taunts all that come in – once you’re in, you
never, ever come out no matter what! My noggin is runnin’ wild in circles
and my mind is whirling like a seething storm that’s body-quaking me…
controlling me like a steel-made robot…these particular pangs of regrets
makes my guilty conscience overflow with low self-esteem and anguish…
lamentation has fallen upon us all! We all must stand tall…remember to
brave & hop over our obstacles optimistically and assertively like a horse
during his training for the biggest race he has ever trampled into! Do you
have any clue what I’ve been through? My notions that are spinning around
in my brain is like the vegetables, water & the spices, mixing well & swell
into a stew, restoring peace to my verse…Is my life a gift or a curse? Is my
life overflowing with mirth? I wish I can give a portion of it on Earth to
avoid making destructive actions…I need several tragedies in reverse to
settle me down and make complete my fulfillments! Deplorable Reality’s
strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey
dens or hives! I’ve been losing my mind since the day of my birth and so on
and so forth! Need I say more? I have so many research projects to
explore! There is so much GOLD to find! Maybe I’m just a boy, tattered,
torn and sadly, blind! I hope you don’t mind, Lord – forgive me, oh Lord of
Accord! I need to just forget and forgive the past & move forward in the
guiltless future! I NEED TO RUN THE EXTRA MILE LIKE A RUNNER, REACHING
TO THE FINISH LINE! Give me the strength to move on! Deplorable Reality’s
strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey
dens or hives! I WANT TO RUN THE EXTRA MILE LIKE A RUNNER, REACHING
TO THE FINISH LINE AND I’M FEELIN’ FINE WITH MY HEART, POUNDING
WITH DREAD-LESS AND UNEXPIRED DETERMINATION…NOT EVEN TIRED….
OH no, not at all – I run with my pack of wolves and I’m as sturdy as a
wall, giving it my all…
E is the beginning of EXPENSE, the acrostic series.......
Expensive…Imagination caught my eye…I couldn’t afford losing you badly,
even if you’re worth is worth a pair of decent-looking shoes, but what are
really made of in the inside? Slip your feet inside my shoes for one moment in
your life…for all my life, I was left with a mystery with absolutely no clues…do
I have to find my way out of my solitary dorm? The ghosts are jeering at me
and intimidating me again and again and again and again… scaring me out of
my boots! No one gives any hoots! Untangle me from the comforting shell of
fatality – a story let to tell! You’re only a phony fool, in other words, a
worthless, inadequate tool! I’m climbing the Mountain of Gracious Glory,
gaining back my alienated ambition – I know where the wicked wind flows –
it flows in the land of milk and honey…it sweeps something grand into my
brain and seeps inside of my wobbly body altogether…it marinates in my brain
signals and I receive thoughts of endless sensations and luminous notions!
Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees
out of their honey dens or hives! My noggin is runnin’ wild in circles and my
mind is whirling like a seething storm that’s body-quaking me…controlling me
like a steel-made robot…these particular pangs of regrets makes my guilty
conscience overflow with low self-esteem and anguish…lamentation has fallen
upon us all! We all must stand tall…remember to brave & hop over our
obstacles optimistically and assertively like a horse during his training for the
biggest race he has ever trampled into! Do you have any clue what I’ve been
through? My notions that are spinning around in my brain is like the
vegetables, water & the spices, mixing well & swell into a stew, restoring
peace to my verse…Is my life a gift or a curse? Deplorable Reality’s strategic
tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or
hives! I’m climbing the Mountain of Gracious Glory, gaining back my alienated
ambition – I know where the wicked wind flows – it flows in the land of milk
and honey…that’s where you and I will flee!
Her, the Miami herald.
Look-see, participant power, please.
Try, try, trying.
Watcha gonna do?
I live here, for sonny Jim.
I live amongst powers, looksee.
The eternal god, protects me.
All the rights, ticker.
Good stuff now.