Best Crowed Poems
A man alone is such a small thing
To face a world with hungers
Is not as easy as it seems
His heart and mind are torn between
The Word of God and what he see's
His heart can waver and follow the mind
Fears and worries multiply in time
In the word it says we should fear not
Surrounded by troubles the Word is forgot
A man by day is something else at night
Lust, hunger and greed takes flight
Featherless wings they stretch abroad
Soaring searching without lord
Any kind of hunger can make man steal
"Turn the other cheek" be for real
Maybe in heaven but not in this world
In certain places this make men girls
A man by himself is nothing alone
But a man with faith can stand on his own
Everyman is a failure in his own eyes
Everyfaith a failure till Redeemer finds
No man can do it by himself
A soul like a baby alone needs help
Choose wisely between faith and flesh
No matter what happenes
It's your fate and nothing less
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
Both sides of hunger still killing
While those who should be watching
Still sleep
The sound of the cicadas, piercing in the darkness, dree ...
They massed thunderous, unobserved sounds nocturnal, dree ...
crashing through the high it ... of and in .. wild ... disturbed, dree ...
In alarm the crow forgot him, the other, the sand, the surf
and the sixty gray rocks below the tree tops there
A friend was he of daylight, his special ways taught all.
but, the first move was black, now cut against
the too far off feet of that night.
It is the other thing he never could cry over ... death
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There you go Charlotte ;)
In the darkness there is death.
It was the first thing that they taught him and he never forgot it he could move unobserved in daylight too; in other ways. But the night was his special friend.
Now the high piercing sound of the alarm cut through all other nocturnal sounds: the dree dree dree of the cicadas, the thunderous crashing of the surf against the gray sand and the black rocks, sixty feet below, the wild cry of a disturbed crow far off over the massed tree tops.
By Eric V. Lustbader The Ninja
Roosters gathered
And handed over
Duty to father chicks
Rooster grew up strong as rock, ambitious
but all it could do was to weep, weep
whenever he opened his mouth to crow
other roosters rushed to kick and bite him
Young hens often surround the proud rooster
they spread red carpet of love and honor
but the rooster could do nothing in response
to avoid provoking other roosters monitoring
Young chickens desirous to chat, lay eggs
found no space to achieve their life goals
Fights often erupt to stop sweet-heart’s chat
poor hens and chicks often run for their lives
For long the rooster has not crowed or spoken
He sits alone under shades silently weeping
Click, click, click
I sit here
listening to the tap of keys
I sit here
with tears streaming down my face
I sit here
letting the pressures of my life weigh down on me
I sit here
no one sees my body tremble
I sit here
no one hears my ragged breaths
I sit here
listing to the tap of keys
I sit here
Click, click, click
Slept in this morning what a treat
Roosters have crowed I've gone back to sleep
Hens have laid eggs
Pain in my legs
Haven't adjusted to the morning drumbeat
its a pain
so many taking train
its the city subway
this is everyday
in evening and morning hours
its the a real rush hours
some there fair they pay
to ride that
CROWED SUBWAY
Crowed.
when we sleep we breathe so freely because our eyes are closed;
strangers try to see right through me but my eyes show them exposed;
a wooden ship guides me nearly but the compass it told;
a mind can think so very clearly but emotion overflowed;
remembering life was so very easy when your mind was controlled;
all alone isn't bright and breezy in the dark forest lost and very cold;
I see a blurred light to always greet me as I awake to the bird as it gently crowed.