generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them
Copyright © Green Trees | Year Posted 2012
He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
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.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it,
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,
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.
All results of
Copyright © Laura Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
Wizened skin like burnished leather
Thin, grey and long, disheveled hair
Clear, sharp blue eyes that seem to stare
Through sun scorched face, alert, aware
A ‘lived-In’ face that’s so expressive
Tales he tells read like a missive
His arms and hands he flails about
To all he jests, he seems to shout
Belying age with youthful vigour
He starts his day with seeming rigour
But, easy going, he always jokes
With folk at whom, light fun, he pokes
He’s up each morning before the dawn
Striding, planning, never forlorn
Before sunrise you’ll hear with luck
His famous catch-phrase, “Get Tae F***!”
He’s worked on rigs for oh, so long
With everyone he gets along
On the “fine old lady” Stena Clyde
No deference – ALL he does deride
From owner, manager and high paid “suits”
To lowly boys who clean the boots
The tone the same, The grin, the look,
The cheeky laugh, the “Get Tae F***!”
Sub zero frost or tropical heat
His ardour you will find hard to beat
Old habits die hard they say
Not his – he does them anyway!
Does a place exist he’s never been?
That has a port that’s never seen
This tall slim figure filled with pluck
Or heard his raucous, “Get Tae F***!”
They say he’s always been a sailor
From Antarctic wastes upon an ancient whaler
15 years old in the South Atlantic
A hardy life, forget romantic!
Steam driven ships before motor’s advent
He sailed near and far. Came and went.
A story true with each port of call
His audience he holds in thrall
But all through this, both feet aground
Though invitations still abound
To high profile golf tournaments
The best hospitality at these events
He mixes with the best of them
The rich and famous golfing men
Yet on the course when he mis-hits his ball
Not “fore” but G.T.F. to all
And so it seems his time has come
To rest upon his laurels some
He’ll sure be missed – God Speed, Good Luck
It’s been a pleasure Jimmy, “Get Tae F***!”
No dismissive snort from any here
From us, a greeting, a hearty cheer
Received with grace, a smile - a look.
You grin then tell us, “Get Tae F***!”
Copyright © Thomas Mansfield | Year Posted 2014
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
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
The Beach of Promises
Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,
strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.
Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,
walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.
Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,
lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,
my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,
wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
A career as a nurse
Is not for the feeble
Good nurses are made of
The strongest of people
And you were a nurse
Who for 25 years
Put your strength, heart, and soul
Into your career
For your work on the ACTT team
An award was received
You helped shape a system
That gives patients reprieve
And always your ethics
Were not up for bids
You went forth with vigor
In all that you did
You deserve your retirement
May it bring you great joy
As you brought to your clients
While you were employed
Copyright © Kyle kriticos | Year Posted 2013
Sonnet, you beckon me with your allure.
Valiant ship from a distant shore
Resting, no more sojourn
Basking in glory of a distant past
Lowered mast once battered and blown
An emblem of pride and place
From boundless rushes, to a windless pace
Now laid bare of all innocence
Meekly, humbly retired
All aboard was the captain’s word
As the crew came rushing on
With hands on decks and the compass set
To carve a story not yet heard
A seafarers’ life of no regrets
While cavaliers seek their bounty
And fortune favours the brave
You set sail from old Blighty
Sending the good and mighty
To watery graves
Now in retirement you bask and bathe
As the tides doth ebb and flow
Rising and descending your mood does shift
Whilst along your flanks assorted remnants drift
In the silted bed of the Thames your now reside
Dancing to the rhythm of a seasonal tide
Whilst aboard, there is a tossing and a turning
In the warmth of comfy beds
Lays the bodies of weary heads
Painted lady, red, gold and green
On my canvas you are drawn
As on the pages I do scribe
Of a beauty and a guile
Never to be erased from my memory
For your dye is truly cast,
Copyright © Reggae Magnet | Year Posted 2013
A little girl I stand, awakened early morning hour.
The sound of shuffles preparing, for coffee one will scour.
Muffled voice all too familiar, for only one it could be.
Dads words saying, “I Love You”, In the next morning I will see.
Pulling out of the drive-way, swiftness to the curtains I will peek.
Thinking about the big firetruck, heartbroken without me, fire he will seek.
Chin up my duty calls me, I drag the hose from tree to tree.
Mr. Owl followed by a quarter, responsibility instilled in me.
By evenings long awaited dusk, another dinner without dad.
We pray with mom at bedside, safe returning to be had.
Memories of impromptu visits, our other family at the station.
Popcorn, chocolate bars and hugs, dads work, a childs’ vacation.
Fond memories growing up, of all the family time we spent.
Cabin, lake and camping, Flashlight tag to no relent.
No matter our scheduled travels, no hesitations to stop and help.
Morally guided passion, his genuine attributes not found on yelp.
Uncompensated care given, unescaped these childs’ eyes, not to be unseen.
My future I learn to follow, entirely he cares for every human being.
Waves of fear come and go, a firefighter I’m reminded.
Hearing tragic unfortunate news, unsightly loss, for I am blinded.
Thirty-seven this year his daughter, any trouble called upon he’s sure to be.
A guardian angel on my horizon, A firefighter one might see.
Copyright © Chelcie Darling | Year Posted 2016
When A Teacher Retires....
Beloved students they suffer a loss and feel deep regret..
For the loss of accumulated knowledge they can no longer get...
It pains me to pen these heartfelt lines when a fellow comrade...
Reaches the end of a long served career of teaching children...
Poignant memories of worthwhile moments are etched timelessly...
Making many a student and colleague shed a passing tear...
For in celebrating a distinguished career that come to end...
It too signifies the breaking of a new dawn for the celebrated one...
With much farewell wishes for golden years to come...
Suffice to include here some simple prose from students so dear...
Bidding goodbye is always tough, Words never prove enough...
Saying goodbye is never simple, To a teacher who's so special...
To a learned friend, dedicated teacher and fellow colleague...
A new world opens like the proverbial oyster to you...
All the best for your future undertakings and may you well prosper..
Like in the Star Trek series, henceforth go where you have not gone before...
Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015
I hereby retire from this website, poetrysoup.
Thank you so much for reading my poems through
the years, and the awesome comments. I have fulfilled
my obligations to myself, I hope you continue to read these.
I have met a friend who writes awesome poetry on Facebook.
I will leave you with his, and my links.
and have a good day
be someone and make the most of it.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
Days and nights napping to sleep.
Night after night to day again, life is becoming shorter and shorter.
Day time naps seem to be getting longer and longer.
Naps so deep, they lay parallel next to only endless sleep.
Naps that protect from the bedbugs and welcome all sheep.
Naps so stuffed and suffocating, you won't even smell your favorite home cooked
Naps that are dominating and so in charge that they only give you permission to wake,
under strict circumstances of suffering caused by the urgent pressure to urinate.
Naps so dark and black they devour they're pitch rite from beneath home plate.
Naps so intimidating and scary that even a yawn will make you weep.
Naps so determined and dedicated, its only guarantee is to eventually transition into
forever, permanent, endless sleep.
Nights and days napped to sleep.
Tony Dean Driskell
Copyright © Tony Driskell | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
See his work and one will know what is perfection,
See him walking and one will learn how to keep going,
See him talking and one will understand what it is to be polite,
See his life and one will recognize what is simplicity!
Some people are good, Some are great,
Some are called gold too,
But if he has to be counted anywhere,
He has to be put in the 24 karat category,
Not less than that, else it wont be fair!
He might not be a Celebrity,
But his deeds have gained him a lot of popularity!
He is never tired and hardly says ‘No’,
Always so energetic and ready on his toe,
Ever since I entered this family,
It is him, first, on whom I rely undoubtedly!
He helps everyone in whatever way he can,
He is therefore an ideal man!
Now on his 58th birthday, which is really very significant,
For Retirement is a lifetime achievement!
It’s time to pay tribute to a man who ‘loves and cares’ with no expectations,
He is certainly an epitome of 'commitment' and 'patience'!
Copyright © nilofar shaikh | Year Posted 2012
A glass, a sip
Winding down after the long day
Leave it behind
One day coming
Passing the baton, the madness
Years of abuse
About to end
Put up with it
For years and years
Now’s my time to heal and recoup
Let others deal
As best they can
Turn a blind eye
And a deaf ear
Someone else’s turn to perform
Feats of magic
A smile with that
Cherry on top
My tour of duty is over
Thanks for the laughs
It’s been a blast
Submitted for contest SPEAK YOUR TRUTH sponsored by MADISON DEMETROS - January 8, 2018
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018