Chilling to me is the cool misty rain.
Filling fuel on the fire to warm me again,
Willing my thoughts on the now to remain,
Stilling all those that are cause of the pain.
Come my sweet child and sit by the fire.
Strum for me a tune, one I would admire,
Some pretty melody, ‘ere we retire.
Hum along with me as I draw you nigher.
Years have gone by since you sat close to me.
Tears I have shed for the sweet used to be.
Fears are for the future that I can foresee.
Nears the sad moment you’ll want to fly free.
Knowing that you will be leaving some day.
Stowing sweet memories, wishing you’d stay.
Growing to womanhood, you’re pulling away
Showing more interest in boys than in play.
Me last hour
Unhappy guy, though I will die,
Soon be long forgotten,
Doesn’t really matter ,
Rotten cancer is the why.
They showed me the xray,
Me liver has it yes,
Bones are almost rotten,
With cancer’s sour caress.
Doctors say use radium,
I say piddle off or worse,
A few hevvy pain killers,
Look out here comes the hearse.
Don Johnson 20-july-11
Robb A. Kopp Contest Name:"My Last Hour"
death don't want me baby doll,
healthy as a hogn moll,
guess i get into playin the part,
and friends have died the hurtin part...
loves ya blue,
Don
gateways to the soul
shine so bright
blue as an ocean
and gray as the night
shining like stars
wrapping around me
like a blanket
like your arms
together we'll be
together forever you say
but you leave
leaving me wounded
wounded
broken
hurt
behind solid glass I hide
behind my eyes are my emotions
emotions that are bottled
and sealed
behind my eyes
where they always will lie
behind me eyes
always sealed
nothing revealed
behind my eyes
you'll never see
what i am keeping
secrets locked away
behind my eyes
they are hidden
to this day
you'll never see what lies
behind my broken windows
behind my eyes
Speak.
Just say it.
I'll let you think I care.
Drowning in a sea of hate you'll sit.
I welcome to say these things you doubt I could bare.
But just lemme tell you this one thing,
I honestly Don't mind.
Tell me yourself.
Don't let the phone line ring.
Say it to my face, you know..
If it would help.
Remind you I may
MY feelings toward these hollow words
just don't mean a thing.
Mold these lies into scenes with clay.
No matter what they just don't hurt
they won't make me wanna scream,
Your thoughts should just stay hid.
How you feel will remain you,
Cause I just don't give a ____.
You’d think by now I’d be used to this
All the problems you’ll never see
You’d think by now I’d be past all this
Every worry you’ll never have
I can’t believe we’re giving up on this
After we’ve already pulled through so much
I can’t tell you how much it hurts me
To see your face all twisted in pain
It’s hard to make you really see
All the consuming vain
What you see on me is but a mask
A carefully planned disguise
You’ll never truly understand what’s going on inside
I see through jaded eyes and an iced over heart
It’s difficult to decide with you
Between reality and fantasy when both are so confusing
I can’t tell you how much it hurts me
To see your face all twisted in pain
It’s hard to make you really see
All the consuming vain
You will never understand me
Until you’ve stepped into my shoes
But trust me you wouldn’t want to
My world is scary and confusing
But with the help of music and family
Issues quickly disappear
I can’t tell you how much it hurts me
To see your face all twisted in pain
It’s hard to make you really see
All the consuming vain
ON SPIRITS, SAINTS AND SPITTOONS
If you want to love me but find yourself unable
If that is buried deep within you about me
First of all don’t put a setting for me at the table
And for Christ’s sake, just take back the key
This whole palace is your’s and your’s alone
Bedrooms with pink sheets wAND a comforter to match
And when I’m gone and you know it’s me don’t pick up the phone
Lock the windows, lock the door, and double check the latch
I see love in your eyes but surrender in your voice
It seems you’ve succumbed to a wish you hold in your heart
I must admit, knowing myself as I do you are given very little choice
Just make certain to do all the things you need to do whenever I depart
I’m a spirit of spittoons and a Saint of outhouses and such
While you’ve two cars, one you don’t drive, and are oh so very rich
I remember the first time you said ‘I need your gentle touch’
But now I can opine that you’re father’s a coward because he takes bulls**t from your
mother, the bi**h
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SADDLED SIINCERITY
I have a lot of friends who talk with temerity
Some softer souls speak with sincerity
There is no need for me to see their face
And I can tell which one it is whatever the case
Is it the one that tells me she’ll do all that I need?
Or will it be the other one who does bad deed after bad deed?
The liar’s lips quiver I’ve found over my many years
And when you threaten to leave beware of the well honed teeth from her crocodile tears
Some I can tell immediately by the way they choose to speak
Other times I seek out a newborn calf so very weak
Lost from her mother while sleeping upright
Those are the kind I rob with the greatest of delight
Those naïve ladies are made to order for a wild mustang for me
Now all they’ve got to do is saddle me up and simply to mount
I’m telling you people these kind of ladies give love away virtually for free
and I’m cunning but I’m also wrong because my last lover left and emptied my bank
account
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On Being Eighty
Do not smile and pat me on the head
Because I’m eighty
Do not treat me as though I were a child
Because I’m eighty
Do not assume that I am
Not as bright as you
Or that my opinion doesn’t count
Because I’m eighty
Do not talk about me
As though I weren’t there
Because I’m eighty
Do not roll your eyes to heaven
When I complain and please...Please
Don’t call me dearie
Just because I’m eighty
I have lived through the Depression,
The birth of television
The invention of the microwave,
Modern air travel,
Space ships, Man on the moon,
WW2, Korea, Vietnam, the Gulf War and Iraq
While holding down numerous jobs
And raising a family.
All this without
Cell Phones, Ipods, Nannies,
Personal Trainers and Botox!
So please…my dear
Do not patronize me
Because I’m eighty
Indeed…celebrate with me
Just BECAUSE I’m eighty!
Copyright© 2008 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
BREAKFAST AIN’T EGGS BENEDICT FOR SURE
You can arise whenever you choose to
And that’s why I’m so jealous of you
You can eat whatever you pick out
As for my breakfast there ain’t any doubt
I know precisely what will be on my metal tray
Except sometimes it’s milk or water to start off my day
Your pantry is full of food I don’t even recall
As I use an old filthy tee shirt to keep me warm such as a shawl
Your lunchtime might be at that little tavern we know
But now my lunchtime is delivered row by row
That tavern was cozy and meant a lot to me
And so did my being free
But powder and pain brought me here
And here I’ll stay year after year
I receive opened and censored letters in my mail
The missives people send me here in jail
© 2011.…Peepoetree
With every step I take your face i see.
It haunts me, the days you spent with me.
Sweet memoirs, but bad encore,
I saw but I didn't want to anymore.
Beautiful, magnificent no words can tell
what i saw, for what i fell.
You bowed, held your hand and asked me to dance,
I held out mine without a second glance.
as water flowed through the bridge beneath,
I was forgotten as the air you breathe.
I cried until I couldn't anymore,
I hid until the shadows hid me no more.
I was never yours from the start,
some relationships are meant to be apart.
But i never could make you my friend,
as i didn't want to be stood up in the end,
AGAIN.....
BORN BLIND TO THE UNICURSE
Please advise me when I can open my eyes
Until then closed shall they be
I am blinded and deafened to any lies
As angry grows the sea
I refuse to see the sadness I?ve seen
I won?t look at the ugliness mankind can?t deny
So give me a Jack with a beer back and a bit of Grenadine
As angry grows the sky
Were I to open mine eyes as of now I know what I?d see
I?d see the same waste and an eight year old kid with a gun
So why would I want to see the greedy, the needy and junkies like me?
As angry grows the sun
?tis wrong to see what we?ve done to the earth
And now living on this planet has become a caustic curse
Our society is a monument to the death of merriment and mirth
As angry grows the universe
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Some days I wonder why I wake when dreams I fancy,
In their fabrications do I wonder and weep.
Sorrow softly slips me into realities of impossibilities where I do leap.
These times are fragile fragments shattering when silence is subdue.
When quiet quickly flees, noise, neither needed nor welcomed, does creep.
Like a condemning conscience, truths of tomorrow are forever,
And sleep succumbs by slings of reality.
How a chance could dawn a dream, and set momentary motionless to this setting sadness in sleep.
Shrouds of future failings suppress fantasies of frivolity, replaced with the woven woes and worries of ever.
I no longer long for courage, love, or life, when pillows may pluck and pick me to peace for just a few tears, I shall
willfully weep forever.
GIVE THE MAN ALONE A LOAN
in all regards i am in arrears
for all but tears
i all regards i am bankrupt,
incorrigible and completely corrupt
i am incredibly insolvent
as i avoid personal involvement
i am oftentimes a brute
and undeniably destitute
this is the way I've lived for years
in arrears
corruption corrodes my credit and more
and i am patently poor
i have no assets
and place only losing bets
i have no skill
with only time to kill
i never qualify for a loan
and no one will throw me a bone
for me the sky above never clears
since i am in all ways and always in arrears
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NOW DON'T FORGET KIDS CLAP LOUDLY
With a little help from Dorian Grey
I tried to tell you the walls wouldn’t hold
I tried to tell you I’m not getting old
I’m reversing the numbers, baby, from 63 to thirty-six
Either that or I’d rather swim in the river Styx
I’m too young to be as old as the calendar reads
I’m not halfway through sewing my wild seeds
I won’t allow anyone to tell me my hair is getting gray
And my well appointed appearance at thirty-six is the same as it is today
If anyone should doubt my stamina and dexterity
I’ll prove I’m the latter day Peter Pan and I’ll do it with temerity
All my confidence and fortitude on Tinkerbelle is now hung
And if you all clap real loudly for Tink she’ll keep both my soul and body young
To die the same way I look and feel today is my goal
I’ll look like this until I’m six feet deep in a hole
I’m going to go to Hell but I’ll bet for me it’s too cold
And S**T no, I’m not insane, I know that everyone eventually grows old
© 2011.….Phreepoetree
MISTER MURDER
My mommy said “Call me Mother”
Not so my brother
My daddy said “Call me Mister”
Not so my sister
“Little Black Sheep” was a bible to me
It had all the makings of a mystery
What would they do today, I’d wonder
As I worried about making any sort of blunder
Sometimes it was his bare hand and sometimes it was his belt
And it’s impossible to describe the pitiful pain a child felt
I was so young and didn’t really understand
All I knew was my siblings lived in a different land
They lived where peace was a common denominator
I lived in a place with a despot and dictator
What did I do to be placed in such a household?
And why was I so severely punished for not fitting a mold?
My sister and brother were molded as if out of clay
While I’d be harassed by both of them every day
Then arrived the time when I had MY fun
When at twelve years old I murdered them all with a twenty-five caliber shotgun
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