Best End Result Poems
At what point
do you bring it around,
cap the spontaneity,
quell the conversation,
put everything neatly within the margins?
About the time a shard of brilliance,
previously withheld,
pokes out,
trying to see its shadow.
A reflection of Punxsutawney Phil,
unsure of the next move,
or just in time, before the sliver,
simply a sharp piece of the puzzle,
launches itself through space and time,
tearing into those who are tender and fleshy,
not yet able to defend themselves,
defenseless against the barrage?
Today cries out,
in bouts of pre-indignation,
a security guard at a remote cave,
longing to do, to protect, to be,
yet what remains, we observe
with eyes in search of reassurance,
a wanton scavenger-hunt for the resilient.
For those who are learned, assertive, and wise,
their strength assumed, but untested,
the next generation,
pray to their gods to withstand the wind.
what's my passion?
what is it that defines me
Is it the great things I have
achieved in my soon to be 25
years or is it the tragedies I've
had to overcome as a young
teenager a fatherless boy trying
to be a man to find a way to fight
without actually hitting people
I had to pay that debt but
I dread that the way I'll be defined
is dying an old lonely man that
wasted all his potential
Here I lie
I think I have grown
The thoughts in my head
Are all that I own
But own them I will
They make sense to me
I cause harm to no one
As it should be
Yet all that I read
Is terribly sad
What causes this hate?
What makes them so bad?
To harm so many
That you do not know
Why would you do this?
You reap what you sow
Keep in mind
The harm that you cause
Will come back to you
Perhaps give you pause
And then understand
All that you’ve harmed
The women, the children
Do you really feel charmed?
You made a statement
Of what you believed
But what has it done?
To the families that grieve
You’ve taken away
Lives not meant to be lost
You think you are better
But at what cost?
Do you remember when we first met?
That day I have yet to forget,
I sat at a table staring ahead
While not a word to me was ever said.
When suddenly you had come by,
Deciding it was worth giving me a try,
We were soon friends before I knew,
I realized there wasn't a thing I wouldn't do for you.
And every year on fall festival day,
By you is where I'd always stay,
With joy so pure-all could see,
That there was nowhere else I would rather be.
And that is how it always went,
With you-Therese-my time I had spent,
Never had I thought this would end,
I had always thought I could face all God would send.
A cross I've carried 3 long years,
Is that if this misunderstanding is not cleared,
I'll have lost a precious treasure,
I will have lost you-Therese-my friend forever.
For me this foreshadowing always looms overhead,
So on careful grounds I'll continue to tread,
And until I can make things right
I will always do my very best to continue the fight.
This is why I do not go,
For I can not let any pain show,
It'll only prove I've not moved on,
Or accepted the fact that my friend is gone.
This is a note to those who try to force me into our fall festival. It tells them why I don't go. I hope that this will one day reach my friend. Actions speak louder than words. This tells her just how true that quote is.
an empty house
shaped like a broken heart
a teardrop in the middle of the living room floor
unkempt i am
offensive i remain
praying in vain
waiting in vain
once so full of life
now so full of grief
i let the rodents and the critters take over
forgotten i now would rather be
thinking of drowning myself in the deep black sea
staying in vain
hating in vain
an empty house
shaped like a broken heart
a teardrop in the middle of the living room floor
washed up i am
excuse drenched and blame driven i remain
paying while stained
debating while dangerously unrefrained