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Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


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BEFRIENDING FEAR



To release me from anguish, let's talk, Fear... I leave, yet your shadow follows me, a darkened coal blowing unto my mind like an invited guest from another realm. The tremor holds no clues but mirrors my image in you; realizing this now--I befriend those vicious whispers, and embed them in the sand. When confronted with a blink of light O Fear, you turn from rage to cowardice; I walk away, never to come back... rain tumbles, yet each drop shines. Feeling empowered now, your hunts lose as my soul claims the night, I’m no longer a pawn. Regina Riddle's Didactic Poem Contest 12/5/2014


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Simply time to go, a little brother's lamentation

Too hard for me to say goodbye
For all apparent reasons why
Even though we all know it must be
Each heart will someday stop the beat
When the rhythm of life, and silence, finally meet
.
Yet I always seem so surprised 
To find that death is part of life 
Knowing that regret, will now haunt my every rhyme 
The specter called "if only", will inhabit every line.
Wish I could arbitrate a deal to have gained a little time
Just one more talk with Sissy, to ease my guilty mind. 
.
And the sun now sets on my regrets
I gamble on time and lose each bet
Thinking I'll move on and yet, 
here I set . . .
Wishing for one more time 
One more pun
One more smile 
That will never come 
.
If I could just recall the things you said that mattered to you most.
Memories un memorized
That now I'll never know
Years of conversation when I didn't pay attention
Times I should have said I love you 
And somehow failed to mention
.
Then when you tried to tell me you felt your time was drawing near
Your selfish little brother pretended not to hear.
Even when you did your best,  and tried to let me know
You'd made your peace and you were ready, and that for you . . . 
It was simply time to go


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The little soldier boy

His daddy is fighting in Iraq.
His mommy is fighting tears.
His brother is fighting death.
He is fighting his desolation and fears.

Friends are but a dream
and companions are an illusion.
School is a concentration camp,
but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion.

His training school is loneliness.
His milestones are fears, thrust in lies.
His only weapon is faith
and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries.

Strength left his fragile body
and he lost the fight in life so coy,
yet on his knees he conquered agony
and I call him the little soldier boy.


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WE ALL DIE

My piety,my poetry ,my love
All are in vain
my music, my love ,my mind
All are running insane

My rhymes are all crooked
I can't write a perfect song
Looks like my life is worthless
my music, my poetry its all gone

Behold the paradox,
In these old rhymes 
living in a worthless life 
All these times 

The music's almost over
just need to turn out the light
I need just one leap
Need to show on last fight

I need to create something
something that makes you feel
the goal isn't to live forever
Its to create something that will


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Boston Strong 2014 - one year later

             Boston Strong 2014
                  One Year Later


There is a strength in compassion,
a courage in the compassionate,
not a faint desire to be of service
but a triggered response.

There is a power in sadness,
not in the tears or deflation
but in the determination to
persevere, to rise again.

There is a force in unity,
the inexplicable rumbling
of hearts, beating in response
to the hearts of others.

There is a passion in oneness,
in focus, in belief, determination,
a love shared, nurtured, shielded,
cherished, and necessary.


John G. Lawless
4/16/2014

submitted to - Best of 2014 – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Carol Eastman


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Reaching Out to You

I feel like my life is a clean slate
When I’m reaching out to you
I feel you lingering in my thoughts...
You stitched up my insecure frame of mind 
And stitched up the little pieces of memory 
That knits a smile on my face 
I don't know how to escape my poverty and unstable reality
I ask the darkness kindly, “Will you set me free?”
I should've drove on another lane...
Now I'm far from home…I took the wrong turn
And you’re looking after me while I’m reaching out to you…
You cheer me up with your appealing effulgence 
You beam at me as if your the sun, illuminating the sorrowful sky...
You amaze me with your brightness and brilliance 
My fears are tearing me up like a pitbull, devouring fresh meat
I’m searching hard for you…as if you’re valuable and 
How could you be so good and charitable? 
You’re embraceable…and I’m reaching out to you
For you reveal to me the truth that soothes my soul from troubles  
My tears are springing out of my blue-green eyes
I hate it when you have to wave your goodbyes
You mean no harm by it; your gratitude shines on
Untangle me from my demise and help me reach success
But, what is true success?
 I can always reach out for you, right?
Make me satisfied with your bravery and undying light
Take me away from my mystifying reality...
Sift out my remorse
Things are getting out of hand...things are getting out of course
But, keep this between us:
You will always be the one that shows me my heart’s deep melody
You drown away all misery…and you make me taste your glory
 I wish I could fight your wars for you
You are reaching out for me…but I’m useless…
And powerless – you’ll never find any progress
Where my life is heading towards…
But you won’t reject my helping hand
We should both go to a wonderful land
Please don't refuse this offer…don’t throw it away
I’m reaching out for you every night and day…
Stay with me forever until I die...
We’ll share our glory 
By taking turns writing our fascinating story
Will there be an open door for me to step inside our dazzling dreamland?
Will it lead us to His promise land? – that would be grand!
We feel so trapped in our solitary cave…
We’re reaching out for each other 
I believe that you'll remain strong all throughout our hardships
You'll reach the finish line in no time...do it with all of your might 
And soon, you'll discover that delightful light
But for now, we're blanketed with darkness in this mysterious cave
Be brave... You can do anything if you put your mind to it...
Try your best and never be brought low by discouragement, 
Though we’re stuck in a warped-up pit
Some people will test your determination or push your buttons...
But keep on running!! Keep ignoring the adversaries 
They will run fast, but you can run faster than those unfeeling enemies
Send me your love and never look back or else…
You’ll never be able to reach out for me
Or vise versa… so come flee with me and we’ll always be
In good favor with God, the Almighty creator that makes our heart pump with glee
Keep your pace and put forth tons of effort...think of the marvelous victory 
I wish I could be in your shoes just for this terrific event…or we can both feel it at that moment of positivity  
Help me stay on track...trample away my fears…
Don’t stab my back…with your overflowing tears…
I’m reaching out for you and I’m waiting for miracles to appear
So that I’ll thank the Lord for putting us in good hands
Remind me not to look back...I feel very lost and scared – 
Scrub away my tears and fill my heart with cheers
Help me have an open and prudent mind, so I can accept reality as it is
I need sleep - let me rest and wish me sweet dreams
Or I'll be breaking by the seams…
Breaking by the seams
I’m still reaching out for you, hoping you can hear me
I hope you find a place you call your Island of Ecstasy 
If I were an angel, I'd guide you to your destiny and hand you the right directions
To make you truly understand that I love you dearly…I’ll show you my affections
Could I run with you? 
How far are you willing to go?
Are you running the extra mile?
 Am I slowing you down or am I acting senile?
It was hard to admit the fact that I loved you
Should I confess my feelings towards you? Would it be too out of the blue?
Would it open new doors for me or would it gain displeasure? 
Hopefully the doors won't close for the sake of our Heart
Should I trust you with my life? Will the dreary and dark clouds depart?
Why does it feel so good to think about you?
My heart's yearning for love again…that’s nothing new
I’m reaching out to you – our ascending spirits are gold, not blue 


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I tried to hide

I tried to hide
I tried to hide 
But I just can't hide me

I tried to hide 
Yet my soul speaks 
To me

I tried to hide 
But all I see tells
A tale 

I tried to hide 
Now can't hide from my self

I tried to hide
Yet nature keep me on
To my dream

I tried to hide 
Yet my mind can't 
Let me be

I tried to hide 
But I can't hide 
The truth 

I tried to hide
Yet I can not hide

Now no wonder always 
I tried to hide

For the more
I tried to hide 

The hidden 
Keep me on 
So the unknown
Reveal a revelation 
whenever
I tried to hide 


Details | Narrative | |

Night Angel

They needed help
Walking alone in the dark.
The man.
The child.
A broken down car.
The child frightened,
But not understanding
The terror
That would soon
Come her way.
Her parents petrified
That their baby was gone,
Agonizing
Over forbidden images
That crowded their way
Past ice cream sundays
And birthday parties
And wedding days.
A passer-by.
A doer of good deeds.
He stops.
He sees.
He looks into
the little girl's eyes.
Bravely
The girl speaks,
"This is not my dad"
And the coward
who took her,
He runs.
He hides.
The passer-by,
Believing he saved
A child
From a long, cold walk,
In reality
Saved a child
From a long, cold death.


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IQ Test

I could care less about the four 
corners of insults, 
That intelligence invites; 
It is always the first straw of 
grass that’s grows, 
which reveals the popular outcast; 
As a youth, I found my image cut down 
into this manufactured silhouette.

Drenched in social rain, my peers 
had never found me more alienated, 
Then when I spoke fluently of diverse 
topics; 
They did everything in their power to provide 
a verbal umbrella, 
However, the texture remains weak and 
defeated.

This stormy parade that remains’ dripping is
indeed an afterthought, 
For within this cranial mansion resides 
additional rooms, 
For the more abstract and surreal 
elements of life; 
It is that secluded gland which reveals 
the renaissance of men, who wear 
infinite Fedoras.

Now wearing the shoes of a young 
man, 
A taste of charisma resides in my 
veins; 
However this slight addiction to external 
haze, 
Comes in second to my first drug of 
choice: Wisdom. 

Membership into this fraternity may take a lifetime; 
So don’t be surprised when resistance 
knocks at your door, 
Intimidated by the lion that dwells within 
your temple; 
Indeed intellect is the misunderstood 
fruit, 
That blossoms sweeter when accepted.


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Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


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It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face


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Hidden Mountains

A solo pilot, lost in snow,
in a jagged mountain pass,
his eyes are trained upon each tree,
and the shape of each crevasse…
In an open-cockpit time machine,
the winter wind does howl,
but a mighty fire’s burning bright,
inside the engine cowl.
The fog and flurry blinding him,
he searches for a trail,
running late, and miles behind,
he’s employed to fly the mail.
He looks for clues to lead him back,
like ancient, sunken wagon tracks.
A mumbled cuss, then shouts out loud,
he’s heard that mountains hide in clouds…   
Now’s the time to pay the toll,
for conversations with his soul.
One way in, and one way out,
it’s true that mountains hide in clouds.
 
Copyright © 2013
 


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Stink Thinking

Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
My Poetry on PoetrySoup

Stinking Thinking

Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/ 
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/ 
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.  

Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup
God Bless.


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Around the Corner

Unsettling the days we live,
the whole world writhes in anguish;
hatred dances with brutality
and innocent children languish--
what lies around the corner?

Will the future be stolen
by evil bandits on the prowl;
does the bending before us
disguise an ending fair or fowl--
what lies around the corner?

Heart, refuse surrender;
continue marching on with joy.
"Be anxious for nothing."
God's word I will employ
for whatever lies around the corner.

October 9,2014
Quote comes from Philippians 4:6


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Song Of The Seamen And Their Ship Called Mary Rose

Mary Rose, the mighty sailing sea vessel glided majestically across the waves 
She had robustly and bravely sailed the briny waves for many a night and day
With the ocean's heaving gusting squalls blowing off proud stern and mast
Sailing victorious and proud - her billowing white sails were cast
The calm, liquid waters of the sea flowed quietly purple for now-
Unaware of the coming storm that would beat furious against her bow 

Her alabaster sails whipped violent and furious in the oncoming storm
Impending doom was yelling its cries while the seamen went unwarned
Down below, inside their cabins the seamen peacefully slept
Wrapped in the secure watch that their gallant captain kept
The oceans black, boiling waves beat savage against starboard and port
As Captain Noe standing fearless - at first quake, did not the storm report

The old wooden beams of the Mary Rose began to restlessly moan and creak
While the blackened roaring, rolling waves beat furious against her feet
Her alabaster sails rose proud- beating mighty against wailing squalls and gusts
While deep inside the bow in bunks, the sleeping seamen thrust 

Suddenly...they heard the captain's distraught voice cry out 
When the seamen heard his voice -they heard fear without doubt
“Awake, all of ye’ ”,   Captain Noe forcefully roared
“Alive! Awake… all ye’ seaman come quickly up on board”!

The savage spirit of the sea reigned fierce with rage and fear
While the brave captain fought - loyal seaman brought up the rear
They courageously fought together - not silenced by the eye of death
As the sea raged violently against them with its brutal, menacing breath 

To save their mighty Mary Rose, they’d dip their very souls in blood 
Leaving themselves merciless against this drunken, mighty flood
With plank and bow standing fierce between them and their fate
The raging ocean’s fierce, blackened waves - the sea they could not hate

The morning brought the warming sun which rose broad above the waves
The winds had tamed their violent voice against captain and seaman brave
With unshakable courage and seaman’s wit not once were spirits broke
Each cheered his mate and captain strong as they fought with steady stroke
Their peril fought in days of danger and night filled with pain
Their manly courage did not wane - their fight was not in vain
For all the courageous seamen and their brave Captain Noe
Joined together in hand and spirit to save...their proud Mary Rose 




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Ballad of a fighting man

Ballad of a fighting man

I’d rode along that dusty trail
For five long days, and more
That sun had beaten down on me
I was a thirsty man for sure
I entered me, Rotgut Saloon
And strolled up to the bar
I said “Bartender give me whiskey
For I have travelled far”

Folk were crowded round that bar
All drinking thirstily
They all looked wary, and afraid. 
They had in them no glee
I needed me, some conversation
So I’m looking all around
And then this voice it growls at me
A cold, and fearsome sound.

I looked into this pilgrims face
I don’t like what I see
Two glaring eyes as cold as steel
They pierced right into me 
I knew this guy meant me no good
He’d never be my friend
That if I did not act real soon
It would surely be my end.

His voice said ‘Draw you mangy dog’
And he went for his gun
His hand it moved like lightning
I knew I’d be the one
To die, unless I moved real quick
My hand was fast as light
Two shots rang out like they were one
And that did end the fight.

I saw his body lying there
It laid still on the floor
Although his draw was lightning quick
 My speed was even more
So Winston Kelly lived no more
While a wound was all I had
Although I was the Victor then
I really felt quite sad.

This man died, oh lord what for?
What a crazy world I lived in
I swore that I’d not fight again
A new life I’d begin
I hung my shooter up forever
And I became a preacher
And, of the ways of our good Lord
I did become a teacher.

11 July 2014 1725hrs.



Written for Jerry's contest 'A town called 'Rotgut'


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Alive

And we are left here Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as silk We are the forgotten I am watching the others grow rotten But I am cleansed and raw with glee Because…though blinded with slime…I SEE… I rise to the sound of the agonizing screams Of rapes, murders, of violent fists…weeping minds My definition of true finds… I smile when any possible hope arrives Fate laughs, knowing I constantly scream inside I am amused of it all…I can’t stop laughing As bitter tears began to fall I HATE ALL OF YOU… I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL… But I love that I can take anything From the nothing we have all been labeled The sick, the low…the mentally unstable Watch me roll up in a ball A naughty tease to death’s lull I love your silence… I love your intense fall And we are more alive than any of you We are crazed by your belligerence Aching to be emotionless SHARE YOUR INDIFFERENCE SHARE IT… Give us something to be left with So the others can die As Fate veers its head looking in the mirror Listen to her laughter—do you hear her? She watches and waits To find her maggots have grown wings… Screw your selfish indifference...we fall to fly We are more alive than any of you Though quickly we die


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our boys

They fought for a country, they fought for peace
But in 2012 the gunfire still does not cease
Being no more than a young lad
To sign up to fight they did so and was glad
No fear of what may come, no fear of the unknown
But some feared that dreaded knock at home
They  put down their life, a battle they had to endure
They gave their life for me when they went to war
No time to be selfish for a task was at hand
They done their best to defend our land
I don't think I could be as brave as they are
They took up the role, not for the pound, cent or dollar
For queen and country, for the sake of mankind
They said goodbye to their loved ones and left them behind
All we have now are poppies and many unmarked graves
Many are the names and many have been saved
Who knows what would be if they didn't take up the fight
Yet still in Iran there's gunfire at night
A war is ongoing and will it ever end
How many more troops are we going to send
We have some of our 'boys' who think they are men
But to fight for their country they'd think again
I cannot repay you for your act of kindness shown
Goodnight, God bless until you return home


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Stop

This is my first slam poem. 

In this society, in this world, in this day. 
We say, we separate, all based on what others think. 
We see that girl who looks like a guy, 
Or that boy in touch with his feminine side..
And we view them badly, treat them terribly. 
We shun them from their own society. 
There's the black kid, the white kid, the Mexican, the Asian.. 
& we focus on nothing more than the tone of their skin. 
Hating and discriminating, all we're doing is separating. 
We point and laugh, cuz that's boy's too fat. 
We talk a lot of shit, like her clothes don't fit, then laugh a little bit. 
In this day and time, who you worship determines if you're good, bad, wonderful, terrible.
But when we shake our heads, it's hypocritical. 
Cuz all that's going on is separation.
We go behind a persons back and rub their name in the dirt, 
He's a player, she got jumped, he's a liar, she's a whore..
& Make their name something to laugh at & Nothing more. 
All to fit in, to be liked. 
But, did we ever stop to think about those gay kids who need love just like us? About the fact Martin Luther King Junior was shot years ago, but from segregation, he saved us? About those kids just looking for a way to express themselves? About the person who's lost in life, just looking for a savior? Or the one who has his suicide planned out, cuz he's just so sick of holding on? 
We never stopped to think, and at this rate we aren't going too until it's too late. 
So, change. 
Stop shunning that gay kid.
Stop denying that kid of a different race.
Stop messing with that kids image.
Stop judging ones religion. 
Stop spreading and starting rumors. 
Just stop, and open your eyes.


Details | ABC | |

Oof





	
Oof

Don’t put your view all are blind
They can’t see ten or nine
They have determined they can find
Solution is already all know shrine

Bereave is not necessity it always dawns
Scarce barks all the day as unwelcome guest
Put your disguise on your veil
All viewed your deceitful hay

Shame on you for being that that
Looting always day by day
Poor creatures are suffocating
Swallowing your poisonous play.


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LOVE isnt meant for me

Is it me or is it that  love  is just not meant for me 
Is it me or is it my emotions leading me this way 
im scared that im not meant for love 

Is it cause im young what is it 
someone HELP !!!!!! 
my emotions are killing me and my future relationships if I ever get one 
no one excepts me for who I am but ........ will see


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Just for Me

In the past I remember how things were so simple
When I was little my cheeks had such cute dimples
Looking back I remember how sweet I was as a child
When I think again my heart told me I was so wild
Yet, in time my simple choices was revealed as true as anyone
The reason I was the way I am today, I did things, to get done
Finishing lots of my undone ideas was so incredibly hard
So I figure my heart and choices should never hold in no bard
I never thought I would learn heart aches and pain
With such under statement I did things for no gain
I was a child who held true to what he has learned
But as we got older those kinda perspective would get me burned
When I made up my mind that people was not kind
I led myself in a confusion that I was blind
In the past I do recall that seeing is believing
So I was the one who stood their with friends leaving
Alone, I felt I did not belong, I cherish each person who knew me
I got older too see how the world works it stung me like a bee
The feeling of tingling ran through my vain
My view of the world and people who knew me was stained
Now I know they are out for their selves with no kind feelings
Life I know is just a joke because of who I hung out with seeing
Today as I look at the world it is in such shambles and astray
And rather fallow everyone I just walk away


Details | Ode | |

First Love

First Love

Her eyes showed me a way,
Her unique smile let my tears go away,
Her Beautiful face made me to say,
Is this Love, or what???

Started to have feeling of love,
Started to behave nicely and different,
Started to smile when there was no reason to smile,
Still, Is this Love, or what??

Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy,
Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked,
Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard,
Well still, Is this love, or what?

I can fix anything, why not this thing,
I can talk to any girl, why not this girl,
I can really convince anyone, why not this one,
Came before many girl, why not this girl.

Do please not tell me its just nothing,
Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love,
Do tell me anything about this thing…Love,
Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????


Details | Free verse | |

LET FREEDOM RING

I have something to say and 
for what lies ahead to God Almighty 
we must incessantly pray.
We look up to those we should 
shun..... 
We are taught about violence
We are taught to fear guns
Yet we fight with weapons
and deadly puns......

who are the responsible for 
the deterioration of the values
of our loved ones?

Are you and I free to decide
what is right or wrong or must
we hold our heads up high and
sing the song that wasn't meant 
to be sung.....

" Let freedom ring"
with it's dubious and misleading
intricacies with horror I observe 
the veiled atrocities of all those 
who continue to abuse power....

Are we truly living in the land of
the free. do we fear or are we blind
to what the elite condition us to believe

Are we Ok living in a so called
"Democracy" with the rules of those 
who are higher up? Is anyone yet fed up?

Do they now have ways of holding
our liberties hostage or our youth
in bondage... 

Dear Mr. President are we citizens
or residents are we slaves of the 
corrupt or should be thankful
and just shut the hell up....

Has our freedoms been sold or am 
I just being bold is it a sin to speak with
truth are the ones in power not the ones
hiding the proof and silencing 
the masses with drugs and trances.
 
I am here cause I still have a voice 
even if in everything else we have 
no choice....
I have witnessed the daily tragedies of 
of our once beloved nation with great
 indignation.

They say we live in democracy but we 
are not heard ,we are not the voice of the 
people; we are living in dictatorship and loving 
every minute of it because we are told what to 
think hear and speak and we care not know 
what we are fighting for " freedoms" but we are 
not FREE....


Details | Free verse | |

Sixty Seconds

I take a deep breath and count to ten,
no fifteen ,
because every fifteen seconds I’m missing you.
And these jail cell walls that define us,
these jail cell walls that divide us,
these jail cell walls that confine us,
only makes me miss you more.
Because the only embrace is between steel bars
that contort us
distort us
support us through court – us.
And your just miles away 
but these miles seem like a millennium
and I can only speak to you through letters,
but there is no reply.
I feel like I’m on a one way road
swimming leagues only to find myself drowning in a desert.
Drunk off the memories,
drunk off every syllable I write
pretending that our conversations are real, on a two way road instead of one.
I miss you.
I miss our long talks on the smoking porch,
chaining long white cigarettes,
tarring our lungs like it’s something beautiful.
You are beautiful to me
in all of your queerness
in all of your scars
in all of your mistakes-
so beautiful.
These jail cell walls that define us,
these jail cell walls that divide us,
these jail cell walls that confine us,
only makes me miss you more.
I take a deep breath and count to fifteen,
no twenty,
because there are twenty cigarettes in a pack,
and twenty more days until I see you,
and twenty more times I must wake up,
knowing that your spine is broken in two,
knowing that your hipbones are bruised,
knowing that we’ve got nothing to lose.
Let’s move.
Move away from all this misery,
from all this catastrophe,
from all these pleas-
Please come back to me.
Come back to the times of freedom,
falling through the cracks of judgment
and **** all those who think it’s wrong to be gay.
Let’s be gay.
Let’s be blissful once again.
Come back to us,
through the steel bars,
through the jail walls,
through the time of captivity,
Come back to me.
And I’ll take a deep breath and count to ten,
No twenty,
No thirty,
No sixty,
because each minute that ticks on by
I am missing you.


Details | Ghazal | |

The Lion Within

I've walked barefoot through boiling sand, you don't even know.
Tried many times to grasp your hand, you don't even know.

To letters written then burnt; signals typed then canceled -
I rode this crazy train unmanned, you don't even know.

Sent roses signed anonymous to inspire a smile;
I sat and watched but didn't stand, you don't even know.

A picnic atop the roof, watching stars reflect off
of blue eyes . . . all this I had planned, you don't even know.

Timothy stutters at the words so instead he writes;
he's tried his best to tell you and you don't even know.


Details | Quatrain | |

A Prayer of a Footballer

O Lord! Thou art my Coach
I shall never be defeated
 Strengthen me for this game
As I humble call on your name 

Invigorate my heart, mind and body
When I fall, pick me up and energize me
Grant me the tenacity to win every ball
And courage to stand whatever befall

Yea, though my opponents frighten me
Like roaring Lions out of their den
My great Coach always inspires me
Your pep talk! Your word! Uplifts me

Though fear and despair bites me
Like venomous snakes out of the shadow
My Lord is with me everywhere I go
You prepare a strategy to defeat my foe

When the final whistle is blown
And the team heads to the dressing room
May my Lord, the great Coach when He calls my name
Say “Gideon! You played like a Lion, you played the game” 

And surely victory, glory and goodness 
Will hunt me all the days of my life
And I shall look up to my Coach forever
Walking with me now and ever!

The Poet Preacher © 2014

Ps 18:39 My Coach has fortified me with strength [energy, power, strategy, capability] for the battle [big game, contest, combat]: He has subdued [vanquished, beaten, massacred, overpowered] my opponents.


Details | Personification | |

Puzzle Piece

A puzzle piece you are to me 
Like a vine without any leaves. 
Your heart is pure your soul is 
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll 
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes 
it seemed, knowing they said 
no babies for me! Always a 
surprise you seem to be just 
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months 
you walked but not until 4 did 
you first talk! Always a terror 
making a beautiful mess always 
a surprise that has yet to be 
met! The twists and turns I 
know we will see will seem 
somewhat like a roller coaster 
to me! The milestones and 
special gifts you bring will make 
my life seem Like a dream, my 
special boy I have always said 
How special I knew not till 
Aspergers they said! The 
journey will be trying the 
journey will seem long! But 
with our family together we will 
chug along! My special boy I 
love you so and cannot wait to 
see you mature and grow! Now 
we have a goal we have our 
dream you see to make you the 
perfect fitting puzzle piece!! 


Written by: Christina Kirks 
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For 
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr 
Mommy loves you to eternity 
and beyond! Forever and 
always!