Best Done Over Poems
At work
I slave away
And during the day
I read, I watch
I plan, I dream
Setting goals
Making everything seem
That in a few years it will all come together
But in a few years will all of this matter?
I’m a jack of all trades
But a master at NONE
I slave away
Until the day is done
But for what?
For who?
Am I doing all of this Just to have something to do?
I ask, I pray, I watch
No time for fun
Not until ALL my work is done
In hopes to better my future
In hopes to better myself
Not leaving my dreams to be lived by someone else
I’ve read all the books
I’ve done all the classes
I’ve listened to the masters instead of the masses
7 steps to wealth
12 steps to riches
The “keys”,
The “wisdom”,
The “knowledge”,
The “tickets”.
The tickets to the money train
The keys to the treasure box
I’m overwhelmed by all this “want this” & “want not”
Who am I?
Who will I be?
I guess only God can look in and see.
Maybe I’m overlooking all the important things
Maybe my “riches” aren’t exactly what they seem
Maybe it’s love, patience, giving and kindness
Maybe its overcoming life’s struggles, chaos, and madness
Maybe it’s in the strength of my mind over the dismay of the world
Maybe it’s in my parenting of my sweet, baby girl
All this time I thought I had failed
I thought my ship to success had already sailed
I thought I was a jack of all trades and a master at none.
But my kid said, “No, Mom, you’re wrong.
You’re a master at one.
You raised me right, you raised me well.
You’re a great mom! I can tell.”
Whoa, well people do say
You can’t buy happiness
And I’m one of the few
That believes this is true.
For all the work, learning, and adding action to plans,
I’ve found that I’m rich in character, integrity, and helping my fellow man.
So I stopped thinking of all this “wasted” work I had done over the years
I realized that through the blood, sweat, pain, and tears
That my efforts, dreams, and goals weren’t in vain
Instead of money, homes, cars and other material things
I got something that money cannot buy,
A daughter
Beautiful, smart, and wise.
Yes, I’ve mastered something
And this something is great!
And here I thought it was way too late!
Yes, I’m a jack of all trades
But now I’m a master at ONE!
In all my years
I’ve become a great mom!
I’m truly a success
Because of you Jess!
Blue jeans, “Blue” of a hard-working Father.
Blue suits, which exudes ownership and leadership.
Biblical Blue, in a verse, note “that at around God’s throne,"
has some sapphire Blue.
The first heaven seen above, notably is sky Blue.
The “Medal of honor;” color Blue, represents:
Vigilance, Perseverance and Justice.
All of which a very good Father should have or acquire.
True Blue, should be known of all true loving Fathers.
There were exiguous Fathers explores and some as a sailor.
A nautical traverse done over the deep Blue seas.
Men then and men now fulfilling their family's needs.
A notable Father's commissioned service sacrifice deeds.
Lapis, Sapphire, Turquoise has stone colors of Blue.
Some Emblems on flags, forever, flying, free.
Also, to be wearing proudly on a navy Blue arm-sleeve.
In his arms holding baby child for their first bottle milk feed.
A new Father's life, that is now much more real.
"True Blue," a Father with the most zealous of zeals.
inspired by some poem that's 100x better than this one l0l
water water everywhere
and all the dishes in the sink
standing in my underwear
unsure what to think
why am I doing this?
in the sink that is full of grime
why am I forced against my wishes?
surely this must be a crime
water water everywhere
why, water is flowing on the floor
the dishes are done, over there
but this is your problem, I'm out the door
Brothers Levi, Jordan, Matthews, Joe and Jedden,
You were sheer shocked as did Sister Hussein
That even this day we can still adjure, argue, advocate,
And advance active activism for the rule of law stolen,
As did Dr Manuele or Orton Chirwa before this date
Who blustered against the egalitarian promise broken;
Or as before them, Rev. Chilembwe’s burst with rage
Being shocked and choked with downright disbelief
At the atsamundas’ well premeditated prejudice cage;
Segregation and Thangata, and such other mischief.
Brothers, that day of shock, you also shade sad tears,
Which many of us here have also done over the years
Seeing that even this day the gods had stolen the show;
Not for good reasons, but for partying ragged ignorance
Of commoners: of clapping again, of praising as before,
Egalitarian impotence these present day gods prance
As constructive criticism they castigate; at times cajole
With constipated wallets: aiming to gag, retch reprimand;
As they throw all to keep the land in the hopeless hole
They had damned it in with their fresh oppressive wand.
Brothers, it is truly sad that even today we expostulate
As the present gods fancy people that do not remonstrate;
Sad they hate to hear the philosophy that does not blush
When it comes to slam their ‘big-man’ mind-set upfront
As was done to the past cruel gods in their groan, and gush
Of verbose at critics, who did not fear their haunt and hunt
But stood firm amidst the god’s aggressive intimidation,
Jeer, jolly josh, lampoon, lies, lash outs, lectures or leer,
Or needle and outrageous orates, aimed at the obfuscation
Of the commoners so they fail to question or query this *****
Performance of raging and ranting even this present day
To have this blast from the past, Brothers you saw, at play.
You know
There are times when I wonder
There are more times I blunder
In this grand stage, with tomorrow
I turn yesterdays page
And write another passage in my life
Another twisted attempt at sanity
Another stab at freedom
One more try at understanding
Instead of reprimanding
Plain and simple
Pure and true
Everyday is getting hard to see through
Everyday is just what it is, another day
Someone dies by another’s hand
Someone’s raped, mutilated, mugged, murdered
Ripped off, pissed on, pissed off
Sliced, diced, cut, quartered, canned and killed
Did I miss anything ?
Probably more than I care to know
Isn’t anyone bored with death yet
It’s been done, many times over
Or are we shooting for overkill
Who knows
I know that nobody cares, as long as it doesn’t affect them
How can you ignore this chaos
How can you not see this madness before you
Do you feel helpless ?
Are you helpless ?
Hopeful, hopeless, pathetic or a predator
A doer or a done over, a loser or a lifer
Look at your story and see if you want it to be told
I fear for the world and the judgment that awaits all of us
Eric (and sometimes not)
In village Taraigh
smoky limbs - gaunt grey
arms akimbo
twirl an' sweep from stumpy stacks,
peep faces from chimneys
to dark night falling
whilst 'draggled' owl cedes to instincts
navigation near done, over
from-by this old beast dying
was time
when ancients told
an owl's screech oft heralds
its sleep of fame full blameless
that the echoes
'cross valley an' path to peaks
play welcome to another world..
but nobody told
who unlocked the way to Great Tawny
there in the midst of Gharigh Bael
sits he a'bough
watching grime-grey shadows
seep midnight dark
eating holes 'bout mourning Moon's faint reflection -
hiding his face 'neath
sentry Sirius' soft wing,
feebly stretching
invisible path 'cross Sloulti tarn
this - his many years wise-royal realm
filled full to brim
of beasts a'plenty
of tales told of the heat of slate..
'.. avoid the rise
of the grey gasp born of earth
flames burned from northern old oak
once the rest of my night
the home of my love.. '
the poet heaves a solemn sigh
hears moans of winter come
crisping an' crunching
the sharp sheen of holly to raw rich silver
an' in a nearby coppice
trembles a proud full stag
holding tears at bay with sucking gums
remembering
the sound of his friend's wings sweeping space
in the dull of midnight
barley sugar stack loses helm
to the murk of smoke-smudged Monday
comes now
Basaillun Mort with song-smiling face alive .
an' - soft from velvet night
far beyond in the best of brightling space
an owl calls in woman tone
'Come lover mine, come fly.'
Mine is a road that has no definite ends
Mine is the truth that always bends
Mine is that terrorising expectation that transcends
Mine is the unspeakable news that every sign portends
Mine is a sun that shall not shine bright
Mine is a group of stars but yet no light
Mine is the hurtful feelings that all shall incite
Mine are the flames of chaos that shall ignite
Mine is the sorrows, the horrors and the pain
Mine is the pandemonium your tomorrows will not contain
Mine is the evil from which I shall not abstain
Mine is the iniquity that will be instigated with might and main
Mine is all the damage that cannot be undone
Mine is the intensity that shall exceed that of a scorching sun
Mine is the moment that shall and WILL be the only one
Mine is the one left after all is said and done
Mine shall extend from the setting of the day through the break of dawn
Mine is the disquieting atmosphere that your violence shall spawn
Mine is your innocence that the fury of my conflict shall descend upon
Mine will be done over and over and over again until I am gone
Tell your lies, tell more lies
You think you've got good alibis!
Twist the tale it's your big fail
You're no Florence Nightingale
You forget the past, within your grasp
It leaves me standing much aghast
Forgot your lies? That was not wise
Your intent I only can surmise
Take off your mask and drop the act
I operate only on fact
Flip the script - you're not legit
Forget this I think I'm over it!!!
Washed away the tides pull the sands
Small particles back from the shore
Eroded unkept footsteps tracks
Of passers by are seen no more
The sun the moon bare witness
To this subliminal demise
A natural course followed daily
Ritualistically done over time
If you look into my eyes you can see my painFrom men in the past treating me so inhumane,
But you'll see a smile on my face that always remains,
Because that's the only way to stay sane.
If you look into my eyes you'd see to my soul,
From everything that's turned into woe,
But I have to keep it together and under control,
Finding happiness again is my goal.
If you look into my eyes all you'd see is a broken heart,
Pure and innocent that was torn apart,
Now it's caused me to put up a rampart,
The protect me from getting hurt from the start.
If you look into my eyes you can see my tears,
From all the crying I've done over the years,
My decisions that put me in a bad atmosphere,
Just wish sometimes that I could disappear.
If you look into my eyes you can see my mind,
I'm a smart women who's love defines,
That I'm like no other and I'm one of a kind,
I'm the best woman who's phenomenal and divine.
If you look into my eyes you'd see my dreams,
The nightmares of torturous screams,
From the dishonesty and evil schemes,
That has now made me have higher self-esteem.
If you look into my eyes you can see you didn't win,
To break me down and get under my skin,
I broke free from a heartless demon,
My beauty will always come from within.
December 13, 2013
~The One and Only~
Five on the floor, five and more
And they're dancing to the show
One and done, over and won
As the march to madness goes
Game on, and the game is for
Five on the floor, five and more
Taking pains to stay in range
For the game lives in the score
Forty to go, five or more
For the madness knows the score
Five on the floor, five and more
Leaving it all on the floor
Now it’s done, and one moves on
And the one that plays no more
Breaks our hearts, the madness roars
Five on the floor, five and more
Can you erase the thoughts that haunts my mind
Can you ease the pain that i suffer all the time
I'm tired don't know where to turn or run
Can you show me a way from all this trouble
I'm in a dark whole don't need no light
Can you take away the tears i cry at night
Or the fears i tend to hide just to get by
I'm so confused on who i want to love or be with
You stay on my mind all the time can't get you out
Can i rewind, fast forward, and pause my life
Take out the bad and replace with good
Can i put the mistakes behind me and put the future in front
How can i love if i never been loved before
Why am i been treated this way
I understand we fell off in the past but
There is a brighter future focus on us
To make a difference or change the world
Can i be the one that makes everyone happy
Or help everybody get through
This is so hard to do
just wannt take myself out the problem
because all i do is try to solve
or help give advice
but im done over and out
erase all of me so that i won't exist in your life
how do you know im not hurting just like you are
or going throguh what you going through
how do you know im not scared to love again i don't won't to risk getting hurt
I feel what you feel
i'm tired of life just like you are
I think of how people would be if i was a certain way
alot goes through my mind, can't you tell
i'm so lost just like you are i do believe that i suffer
way much than you do
i go through so many trails and its hard but
i gotta stay strong to be pleasing in
GOD'S EYE SIGHT
Acts of suicide are about pain, despondency and leaving behind a road map
of collective emotional disturbances,
They are the culmination of deep agony without relief or hope in sight,
Endless thoughts and lives without resolutions,
Loneliness, fear and impaired judgment set in and magnifies every negative thing,
Suddenly, souls feel helpless, unable to turn things around,
reluctantly they succumb to the ground and mother earth,
Life seems better when committed to dirt,
All problems subside, no more wrestling with, whether or not to die,
All things become done, over and finished.......
Choice and a destiny,
something on their mind,
the usual resolution
or a prisoner confined.
Snow, rain or thunder,
shut in, cannot be outside,
trapped and frightened,
or man whipping at their side.
Angelic and innocent,
things not easily forgot,
comfortable living
or their soul and mind left to rot.
Fear and mechanics,
broke their beauty for many years,
if dare resist, only hit harder,
confirming their many fears.
A servant and companion
for mankind all these centuries,
yet subject to relentless cruelty,
like the land, sea and trees.
Stop, look and listen,
what are they trying to say?
Perhaps a simple question
of safety, comfort, food and play!
There are a special few,
who listen to their souls,
understanding their nature,
as adults and young foals.
A promise of a language,
both can try to understand,
no punishment required,
a mutual respect of a command.
Time is all that is needed,
to get things good and right,
or the same thing is done over and over,
resulting in a fight.
Look at their ears, in their eyes,
hear them breathe and sigh,
man has started to change their method
and ask how and why.
They have survived the ice age,
roamed our earth for so long,
a question of what we love about them,
where did it all go wrong.
A chief would ride in full gallop,
shooting arrows from their back,
how was this possible in the open prairie,
no whip, spur or tack?
Caring for their young,
not weaned from their mother too soon,
in nature’s elements on the land,
under the sun, stars and moon.
Some cowboys, they did their best,
others sacrificed their health,
by selling their horses dignity and soul,
to entertain their own wealth.
Cavalry and order,
corruption, war and theft,
a new rule when training,
we must do everything on the left.
For years this was the law,
the only way it should be done,
a chief’s prayer has been reborn,
mother nature has won.
If possible, perhaps the horses
would smile and be joyous,
man has found the old path again,
to return their dignity, little fuss.
Majestic and innocent,
yet so fragile, our friend the Equus,
a servant of the earth,
a living being and a right to equal us.
In the wake of a ship, one struggles against the surge to get on board.
Falling behind is not an option, to miss this ship, one solely cannot afford.
On occasions, there are undertows attempting to drag you down and hold you back.
The spirit-minded person knows that it’s only old Lucifer trying to attack.
The very first step in acquiring wisdom is to find quality time in silence.
One must illuminate the sirens, the noise the commercials, and the violence.
The second step is to listen with fervent intent.
With an open heart and receptive mind, your time surely will be well spent.
The third step is a good memory so keep your mind clear.
In this quiet place you are not alone, so have no fear.
The fourth step is to practice, for a thing done over and over makes one proficient.
Failures and trials of life sharpen one, as iron sharpens iron,
So when the time is at hand your strength will be sufficient.
One knows that struggling while in the wake; you are on the right path.
Being calm is not a great attribute in life’s tumultuous sea while swimming to victory.
Never give up on the quest of your dream and surely, you will make your mark in history.