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BEHIND THE SMILE

Just another sinking tear
In this river full of pain
Racing fast to nowhere
A world that's gone insane
Hope committed suicide
Before I had the chance
Forced to live without you
Teased by fool's romance

But it's alright you'll never know
I'm living dead but I don't show
Empty words and hollow eyes
Behind the smile I hide my lies

Everyone has the answer
None of them are right
The blind lead the blind
Pretending to have sight
Love is such a cruel illusion
A distracting fool's delight
Left me poor and naked
Under a waterfall of night

But it's alright you'll never know
I'm living dead but I don't show
Empty words and hollow eyes
Behind the smile I hide my lies

Handcuffed by our society
Scorned to a water grave 
Drowning in a sea of lonely
And too far gone to save

But it's alright you'll never know
I'm living dead but I don't show
Empty words and hollow eyes
Behind the smile I hide my lies

*Song depicts an incredibly tough story
Contest: T. Knight's "Knight Writer's Club Grand Openning"

3-22-15

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Ancient Warrior

I see the wrinkles in your suntanned brow,
You carried burdens then; you see them now.
You’ve heard the cries your people who in pain,
Have shed their tears two hundred years like rain. 

Your sad brown eyes, reflecting now the sky
I see the wings of eagles flying by
Beside you stands an Appaloosa mare
Her spirit one with you now over there.

You hear the drums, they bid you to come near,
Your spirit drawn the beats they ring so clear.
Song like prayers are chanted through the night,
Calling you come, and help them end their plight.  

You’ve heard sad cries and now stand at their side,
You join the prayers with both arms open wide,
United spirits sing until the dawn,
When in the fire’s flames a golden fawn.

Remembering a smile crosses your face,
When tribes were one with Mother Nature’s grace.
The lakes and streams flowing with waters clear,
Flow sadly now, the planet lives in fear.

The weightless feathers that adorn your head
Your tribes grey future weighed you down instead.
Now breathing deep you smell the winds of change
While here on earth your people rearrange.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.21.2014
Giorgio A.V. Contest 
Iambic Pentameter 
1st place

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Shadows

Our shadows were so restless
As we passed from room to room;
They pretended to be living
But they died within their tomb

 They shrank a little bit each day
When the sun shone bright above;
And both of us now waste away
In the sadness of lost love.

In days of younger shadows
That danced in noon's bright light;
Laughter floated on the breeze
Till our day turned into night.

Burdened by life's troubles
Our shadows danced no more;
They became the darkened spots
That faded on the floor.

Now death's arms have taken you
Leaving only memories of your face;
The shadow that was part of you
Is now gone without a trace.


Collab with Danny Boy, the Kearley


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Toilet Bowl Committee

Toilet Bowl Committee (aka: Uptown Hood)

A lavatory confinement
my$h!tdontstinkcomode.com
---
If you want to moderate this place, pick up the pace
From the mouth down to the @$$
Your so called kind has no class,
Fed by these political rejects, never elected for what was!
No matter,
They wipe their assets clean with our dreams
Forgetting to wipe their own toilet seats clean
Trying to make us feel dirtier than scat
Feeding off our paper when their toilet bowl water level is low

Toilet bowl PO-poes, wiping without dental floss
Missing everything in between reality
Trying to be kind, saying "One Day We'll Be Good Enough!"
Offering their Golden Plunger, straight from the Home Depot shelves
No Thank You! My plunger a true gift from Mr. Wal-Mart himself

Next time you feel the need to offer a reference point
Please caption your name when you drop by,
Rinse thoroughly when speaking my name,
Then I will listen when you talk civilized
Correct my punctuations and spelling errors 
The weakest trait you wear
You are no Prophet, just white tissue turning brown
Your Justification comes from old dried up grapes falling from the vines
Ridicule will never give you the respect, for what you are!
We, the few poets from the hood, overpowers any change you offer Goodwill
Crumbling and flushing what does not meet your standards
Trying hard to force feed us soup, without giving us bibs

Thank you
Toilet Bowl Committee
For clogging up my drain with your bull$h!T


By: Keeping it Real (The Downtown Hood) 
Date: 12-15-13

~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

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Je suis Charlie

Translation below (in progress)


Celui qui n'a pas de cœur
Ne doit jamais reposer en paix

He who has no heart
Will never rest in peace


J’étais Charlie

De ma tombe
Mon âme pleure encore rouge
L’encre coule encore
Arrosage des fleurs ci-dessus
Les fleurs, fortes et belles
Elles doivent étouffer vos manières diaboliques
J'étais Charlie, je suis Charlie, Charlie toujours
Dans ma tombe
je ris
vous perdez

I was Charlie

In my tomb
my soul still cries red
the ink still flows
Above the flowers grow
the flowers strong and beautiful
they shall choke your evil ways
I was Charlie, I am Charlie, Charlie forever
In my grave
I laugh
You lose



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GOODBYE

She's had enough of my clever lines
Thinking back on all those times
When my dreams were just a story 
She... wonders if anything's real 
Does he just write or can he feel
And care for anything more than glory

Oh.. Time and time again
You bought in to what felt like lies
But girl, I was honest with you
I didn't even try to disguise
You needed more than lyrics
I understand you wanted a man
A true love and not a writer who
Would hold a pen but not your hand

So you said, Goodbye.. 
The saddest words I've ever read 
Cuts like a knife I'm running red
No yellow brick road for me to tread
And now it's so plain for me to see
You felt this is how it had to be..
The end

She.. Felt like another in the crowd
Echoes abounding seemed so loud
Couldn't see they were simply songs 
She.. Had enough and let me know
She wasn't up for my kind of show
There'd just been one too many wrongs

Oh.. Time and time again
You bought in to what felt like lies
But girl, I was honest with you
I didn't even try to disguise
You needed more than lyrics
I understand you wanted a man
A love true and not a writer who
Would hold a pen but not your hand

So it's, Goodbye.. 
The saddest words I've ever read 
Cuts like a knife I'm running red
No yellow brick road for me to tread
And now it's plain for me to see
You felt this is how it had to be..
The End

Goodbye,
This hurt inside me is very real
If you only knew how much I feel
You needed more than I could deal
And now it's plain for me to see
God, I wish it didn't have to be..
The End

Tonight, I don't see one star in the sky
Tears trickle down.. I begin to cry
I don't have to ask the reasons why
I sadly understand it's.. Goodbye

Oh, Goodbye.. 
The saddest words I've ever read 
Cuts like a knife I'm running red
No yellow brick road for me to tread
And now it's plain for me to see
You felt this is how it had to be..
The End

Goodbye,
This hurt inside me is very real
If you only knew how much I feel
You needed more than I could deal
And now it's plain for me to see
God, I wish it didn't have to be..
The End..
Goodbye
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)

*Written as a song

Contest: Million Dollar Poem #1
Sponsor: Skat (A Poet Destroyer Contest)
Writer: Lyric Man
Note: The song is being shopped in Nashville for sale and has excellent interest.  I just wrote it a few weeks ago but it has high views and comments.

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DANCE AMONG THE FLOWERS

Dance among the flowers
Let's have a party and a tea
Dreaming of the future, and
How I think that things should be
Life should be an adventure
A Prince should take me to the Ball
The wind always fills my sails
When I'm with him, gonna have it all

I dream out loud to make it clear
This little girl has no fear

Growing up is not easy
So much is not what it seems
No time to smell the roses
Or to think of childhood dreams
Life just becomes survival
My Prince was really a pauper too
My ship never left the harbor 
Happy days are all too few

My dreams long gone, nothing near
Grown up girl.. So many tears

Hide behind the surface
So you think that I am strong
Inside I'm falling to pieces
How could everything go wrong
Life can make you bitter
A shell of what you could be
Drowning out in the ocean
So far out that none can see

Prayed for a miracle, a new song
That a true Prince would come along

Met you the next morning
Your humor made me smile
The way you looked at me
I hoped you'd stay for awhile
You came a little closer
Then you gently took my hand
Words can't describe it all
Lost dreams were being fanned

You were my miracle, you were my song
All of those childhood dreams, They were inside all along

Dance among the flowers
Let's have a party and a tea
Dreaming of the future, and
How I think that things should be
Life should be an adventure
A Prince should take me to the Ball
The wind always fills my sails
When I'm with him, gonna have it all

I dream out loud to make it clear
This little girl has no fear

You were my miracle, you were my song
All of those childhood dreams,
They were inside all along


*This is the story of a little girl growing up with amazing dreams, only to be devastated by the harsh realities of life.  Then by chance, in her adult life,  she meets someone that restores her belief in dreams she thought were long gone.

12-16-14

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We Rulers Of The Earth


Homo Sapiens we call ourselves, rulers of this Earth,
Intelligent and civilized, but what is all this worth?

We're working hard to conquer space—we landed on our Moon.
We better solve our problems here, or soon we will face doom.

New industries and factories constructed every day,
And poisoning the air we breathe—is this the price to pay?

Energy sources are shrinking—what happens when there’s none?
Will Man of Earth ever learn to work with Nature as one?

Some in this world are starving still, while others hoard their gold.
Intelligent and civilized, at least, that's what we're told.

We cure disease with drugs that may cause sickness as result—
How many dearly paid for this ‘experimental cult’?

We have become a plastic world where everything is fake,
From the foods we eat to how we look—when will we awake?.

We're civilized we tell ourselves, but fight our fellow man,
If only we could solve world stresses through a better plan.

With government corruption and morality sinking low…
The price of progress we may say—is this the way to grow?

We have upset Earth’s balanced ways, destroying Nature’s scheme—
We’re intelligent and civilized—is it all a dream?

Will we ever walk on Nature's path, take her by the hand,
Restore the beauty meant to be on Earth, our dying land?

Homo Sapiens we call ourselves, rulers of this Earth,
Intelligent and civilized, but what is all this worth?


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved


~2nd Place~
Contest: Let ’er Rip – Shoot from the Hip
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 04/06/2015

I composed this poem 30 years ago…but it is still appropriate today for venting because nothing has changed.  Homo Sapiens means “man of wisdom” in Latin.




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What Only Angles Hear

Daddy never did understand.
That violence doesnt bring comfort.
A lost soul seeking acceptance from a unwelcome hand.

She was silent no one ever knew.
The secrets behind her bruised eyes.
A shocking victem none but all had a clue.

She cried to empty walls never speaking aloud from fear.
A confession of pain and shattred trust.
this is only what angles hear.

Scars selfinflicted  are better than that 
dirty feeling.
As she lays a broken shell gazing  at the celling.

She questions if others know what will they say.
Doing whatever it takes to stay numb.
Innocence lost a parent should never betray.

The guilt was placed apon the wrong head.
Void of all emotion.
No child should yern to be dead.

At times it gets to uncomfortable so in 
another direction we  steer.
For at times it's just to painful to stomach.
What only angles  hear.

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BALTIMORE'S ON FIRE TONIGHT

City about to blow
Sits on dynamite 
Gray was just a fuse
Baltimore's on fire tonight

Who can you trust
Freedom fighters loot and burn
The Black Knights all stand down
And watch their city churn 

This isn't sweet reformation
Mr. King would surely cry
You riot to make a statement
You've given Baltimore a black eye

Standoff in the streets
Curfew begins at ten
Arrest are sure to follow
Tomorrow we'll do it again

Orioles bat and ball
No fans just empty seats
A cop in New York City 
Takes an echo bullet on his beat

This isn't sweet reformation
Mr. King would surely cry
You riot to make a statement
You've given Baltimore a black eye

How did we get here
No respect of human life
America killed off God
Now our justice is gun and knife

Who can you trust
Freedom fighters loot and burn
The Black Knights all stand down
And watch their city churn 

No, I'm not afraid of ISIS
That is half a world away
I fear the terrorist that lies within us
As we race to moral decay

My son says, "Why is this Daddy?"
I say, "It's the fall of Rome!"
He goes back to playing
And our sins are coming home

This isn't sweet reformation
Mr. King would surely cry
You riot to make a statement
You've given Baltimore a black eye

5-8-15

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The Ripping

You ripped me 
One word at a time
Shredded my smile
Pulled at my sensitivity
I was never strong enough 
To pull back my paper heart

You took the pieces of me
Arranged them in your perfect order
I prayed for the wind to come
Hoping I would be carried away
Flutter to a new more loving home
Instead, I endured your paper cuts 

I became your paper mâché 
Shaped into the image of you
Glued with your inconsistancies
Coated in your endless smoke
Sarcasm and beer
I marinated in your endless tears

You painted me with a retarded label
Your stupid failure of a son
Forced to endure that brush
It was with your eyes I learned to see
Everyone else was better than me
I was a failure times three

My inside empty
I became light as air
As time went on I ceased to care
It happend slowly you weren't aware
Until one day I floated past your stare
No longer raw and bare

I clawed and ripped
Rewrote my page
My renaissance 
coming of age
Not your puppet on a stage
Contorted by your rage

I have lost you to your death
The air much clearer, still I feel your breath
Within my doubts your lies still hide
Yet within me a new strength resides
Your image of me no longer applies
Doubt and fear reduced in size
No longer your "DUMMY" 
On faith I rise

For Charlotte's contest, heart and soul confessional.
Written, September 1st 2014.







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The Older I Get

I once heard the whisper of falling snow,
saw a spark in the eye of a coal-black crow,
felt the power and awe of a swift river's flow,
the older I get, the less I know.

My hair was once braided in golden cornrows,
by Jamaican friends in an island below,
a psychic once asked me about Jericho,
the older I get, the less I know.

The hot southern asphalt that scalded my toe,
the rope swing that swung us, to and fro,
Christmas Eve and the tree in the firelight's glow,
the older I get, the less I know.

Everyone's gone, but where did they go?
Why is my spirit sinking so low?
Is it true we reap only what we sow?
the older I get, the less I know.


©2010 DanielleWhite

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In The Chill Of An Open Door

 
Cleaning out my refrigerator, an ice cube slides to the floor
startling the cat, and interrupting a locomotive of thought
that often tracks me down in a beam of  light---
Today it streams through a  window, where everything seems marred,
by doubt, and dust, crusts of ice and sticky jello spilled on a glassy shelf.

Oh, not the first time, this revelation of light, 
I've had it before while kneeling on the floor as I do now,
and many times that I've knelt on a floor, 
to clean up my messes,...
praying for help, praying for light, praying for forgiveness...
and now on the floor to sponge up melting ice, water and tears

Raising a young family...a life so demanding...
Caring and nursing...two sides of the coin...
My father and children....my husband caught between...
It wasn't the impossible...but was never enough...
The time took a toll....why did it seem cold....as cold as the ice?
Could I have held out?.... Could I have been stronger?...
A little while longer....

I shiver with memory,... or is it guilt, and regret? Regret, perhaps shame?
Is it only the chill of the open fridge door?
       Or is it more?... So much more?

Hmm, interesting metaphor, "a open door"..........
          did I leave it open long enough,... wide enough?
Did I do all I could?  All I should ? Was I patient enough? Was I all I could be?
Was I tough enough to watch someone linger,
                lingering on, I ponder it now...

Difficult years......but a fraction of life, is how it appears,....
Now looking back.... black fades to gray..
but it comes back in spades, to haunt me today

A little while longer.....

                          I could have been stronger....





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MY BRIGHT DAY

He said he loved 
And said he cared
On my darkest day
Said he'd be there
The clouds moved in
The sky grow black
Never said goodbye
He never came back
Rain turned to tears
And fears to dread
Hope seemed lost
Dreams were dead
Last gasp prayer
The sun rose again
You walked by me
With a friendly grin
Ten years passed
And I'm your wife
We have two kids 
And a wonderful life
Been through storms
You didn't walk away
On darkest nights
You're my bright day


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This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….



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Tibetan Tears

My heart aches for
Your hearts that break. 
I shed tears mingling with 
Yours for the forgotten years;
The tortured monks and nuns…
For your people who suffer still
With no voice to teach
Your hopeless, hungry, young.
Only your elder's tears
Know of the deep sorrow
Of your lost lives, lost culture,
Your sacred Buddhist beliefs,
Your divine history that
Continues to be destroyed.
Even as your dead fall
You do not hate…
You only wish to liberate
Those loving souls who
Remain as strangers in their
Own beloved land.
Let me be your voice
To join with other voices that
Will help you attain freedom.


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Thievery

                in locking away our heart....... 
                                  we become the thief of our own happiness


This poem is my reaction to Casarah's latest poem.

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I need to feel

Please
Please don't tell me how to feel
Allow me my sorrow
Let me cry for just a while
My heart needs to feel it's broken


I do not desire to be the strong one
Answers may never come
Still there is comfort in my silence
I reach into a place you cannot see
You are blinded by your knowing

Your strength can be a weakness
Blocking anothers compassion
I am not seeking answers to questions 
Please allow me to be
Let me cry for a bit longer

Within my broken
I allow God to fill the spaces
I trust Him with the answers
He whispers within my solitude
There is a strange comfort in not knowing

So today
I cry for my friend
I feel his loss
His worry
The devastation of not knowing
The fear of the approaching battle

I wish to listen
Act if required
Cheer for him
Celebrate his spirit
Hold his hand
Cry, laugh
Live in his moment
I will not
I promise not
To tell him how to feel







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Soon to Be Poem of the Day

Soon To Be Poem of the Day
Or German Plane Accident Poem

A plane recently fell from high in the sky
Will we ever discover or know reason why?
What are the facts that are flight related?
And can all of this possibly be recreated?

There has been blowing a cool breeze
Over remains of bodies beneath the trees
Of all those precious ones they did adore
Never to be seen again or for evermore.

All of this had been very hard to bare
Charming ones who we loved and did care
For who we once held in our withering hand
And even a future with we had all planned.

God, what could have caused such a thing:
That to us so much misery started to bring
And a memorial wreath we now want to lay
As well as for them everyday we will pray.

What if some sad song we started to sing
About small birds who were taking wing
That for a while we faithfully waited
Found out their bodies were obliterated.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
My desire is for this poem to be Poetry
Soup Poem of the Day.


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A LullabyTo The Lost

Life and cigarettes burn to fast.
We waste are time.
So within the moment you bask.

A pretty face has to age.
Every story meets  it's final page.
When life breaks you over its cost.
Then you'll sing a lullaby to the lost.

The lights in the street hide all but the truth my 
dear.
You can act.
But you can never mask your  fear.

In dark rooms you sell all but your soul.
A wicked moment a stolen encounter.
All things take there toll.

That sweet face has tuirned hard your so warm 
to be cold.
A secret that the bitter have already told.

Can you wash away there stench as from 
the past you are tossed.
In dark corners blood stained angles 
sing a lullaby  to the lost.

Is this hell or a nightmare  that knows no end.
A cell to most.
To others the only refuge inwhich they 
can depend.

she falls to the floor a lost look needle  
in arm.
Most will rememeber a doomed fool.
Others her wreckless charm.

She was  a junkie  and a easy lay.
More bones are broken.
Over words others say.

She sold flesh but payed the ultimate
cost.
In a dingy corner of th world.
Were the angles sing a lullaby to the lost.

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Daddy Please

Daddy will you hold me and
Tell me I’ll be okay?
Will you whisper in my ear
All the things you used to say

Will you squeeze me tight,
And call me your little girl?
Daddy will you make me laugh
And still give me the world?

Daddy just hold me close,
Please never let me drop
Keep me under your wing,
And please never ever stop

Daddy please I’m hurt
Don’t you see me lying here
Come back and make it all okay
Please come chase away this fear

Daddy hold me close to you
I want to feel your heart
Say you’ll never ever let me go
And never say we’ll part

Tears streaming down my face
Daddy please come here
I need you more than ever now
Daddy please just hold me near

Hold me tightly in your arms
I’m begging, “please don’t let go”
I still need you Daddy
I just thought you’d like to know

Daddy please I want you
Can’t you see me cryin’?
Look daddy way down here
Your little girl is dyin’

Daddy please I’m falling now
Wont you hold me tighter?
This monster is pulling me down
Please make this burden lighter

Daddy please come help me
Can’t you hear me screaming?
Don’t leave me here now
With my tears still falling, streaming

Why don’t you look at me?
Daddy please I’m scared
You saved all the other ones
Why wont MY soul be spared

Daddy please come back
In my heart I miss you
Just comfort me Daddy please
With all the things you used too

Daddy please I miss you
And I’m at my last resort
I’m sorry, but I can’t go on
This is my sad report

Your little girl is missing
Please tell me that you see.
Why don’t you put to rest,
This pain that’s running through me

All I want is you Daddy
So please come just take me home
All I want is you Daddy
I’m so tired of being alone

Daddy why won’t you look at me
Why don’t you care?
Why did you kiss the rest?
But me you did not dare

Daddy hold me close and
Call me your little girl
Tell me it will be okay and
That you’ll still give me the world

Tell me that you love me
Just tell me that you do
And whisper in my ear
All the things you used to

Daddy please hold me closer
I’m starting to slip through
Just please don’t let me go
I can’t do all this without you

Look into my eyes and
Tell me what you see
Tell me that you care and
Still want to set me free

Daddy will you hold me
And catch all of my tears
Daddy will you help me and
Chase all of my fears

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Poems getting shorter

Even poems getting shorter

People rushing, always rushing
Can’t get there fast enough
Going so fast they make me dizzy
The whole world seems so rough
Never stop to smell the flowers 
Rushing to their ends
Always breathing, faster, faster
This is the common trend

Even poems getting shorter
No time to sit and write
No flowing words with so much beauty
No reading with delight
Haiku’s Senyru’s they’re the go now
Folk got no time to read
And so they call this Poetry
They’re the newest poet breed

Some will keep poetry a glowing
Knowing their poems, are real
Don’t muck about with foolish styles
The pages they do fill
With feelings that come loud and clear
With lovely rhyming flow
They do not get peoples attention
But at least their poems glow

12 April 2015

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Open Sores

I am a coward with open sores. 
I write and wonder who it bores. 
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly. 
I see others carrying out my dreams; 
that’s what’s defeated me.
 
I am a coward with open sores. 
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way. 
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say... 
I worry the world will leave me. 
I cry because no one believes in me. 

I am a coward with open sores. 
I understand nothing comes easy. 
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me. 
I dream I am healed and brave. 
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave. 
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours. 
I am a coward with open sores. 




©  2011  ~JSLaM    

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STIFLE

Try opening your ears and shutting your beak
You never listen, incessantly you shriek

So now that my claw has stifled your chatter
I’ll give it to you straight; here’s what’s the matter

The hatchlings have flown, you’ve empty nest syndrome
You’ve even tried squawking at the garden gnome

What you’re experiencing is menopause
Please realize that this is part of nature’s laws

One of our babes invited me to her nest
Where I will be treated as an honored guest

I would suggest you try finding a new spouse
One who doesn’t mind listening to you grouse

If need be, I’ll get a restraining order
I’ll take no more of your panic disorder

If you try stalking me, you’ll get a surprise
Such attempts might lead to your own demise

I am retiring and just want some peace now
The cat’s my friend, so beware of his meow



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Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love that we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.