Best Ged Poems
My soul has been cut by a spiritual blade.
Out of control and I only finished the eighth grade.
I've walked the dark path and so many mistakes made.
I heard the devil's wicked laugh but I wasn't afraid.
I trusted no one, due to physical and sexual abuse.
I've held a 38 caliber hand gun but couldn't put it to use!
Women in my life, I just wouldn't allow in my personal area.
Even when I obtained a wife, it was border line hysteria!
I often wonder about the abuse I suffered as a child.
Did that contribute to sex, drugs, and running wild?
The fast life can cut like a knife, but I continued the climb.
But it all would lead to fingers being pointed at me for a crime.
I was afraid to go to trial although the crime I didn't commit.
Past crimes as a juvenile would make me look like the culprit!
I just couldn't put my fate in the hands of twelve strangers;
And so I'm an inmate, but I refuse to succumb to the anger.
I couldn't go to the funeral when my momma passed away.
Such pain like I've never known beneath my breastbone and my soul went astray!
I buried my grief and walked around just a shell of a man.
Relief was found, as I fought my way out of hell and that dark waste land!
I took my pen and begin to express the pain.
Just to releave the stress that was slowly driving me insane.
I always knew the poetry was buried inside me.
But who would have thought this poet only has a G.E.D.
Yes I'm a poet, and oh how I feel so emotionally free!
And you need to know it, that my whole ordeal is in my poetry.
If you could see inside who I am, you'll discover my pedigree!
My love is bonafide and no need for a diagram in my poetry!!!
*Wrote for Amy Green's contest (Tell Me About You)
In the Land of Opportunity
Entitlement reared her pretty head
Without a backstop to plain bad luck
Social Security's safety net was spread
Next came the 'War on Poverty'
Food Stamps and ADC
It might have staved off hunger for a bit
But dependency was galvanized, and (yes), obesity
Today there is unprecedented help
for anyone who will only yelp
Free computer classes, GED, ESL too
Guaranteed Job Training programs in high schools
and community colleges, Yahoo!
Yet the percentage of those working has gone down
and dropping most free classes reigns supreme
Seems that 'giving away the farm'
won't bring back the American Dream
It's only one man's unscientific perception ~
but 'teaching a man to fish' still passes inspection
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ADC = Aid to Dependent Children
GED = General Education Diploma (Equivalent to High School Diploma)
ESL = English as a Second Language (for immigrants and their children)
She cried, She died inside over and over again, She was trapped in herself
and she had no way of escaping. Taking drugs to dull the mud that's been in her
eyes
for years. She's so far away from reality that it's like she is constantly
sleeping.
She has to remind herself what's fictional and what's fact because the
hallucinations wouldn’t let her breath, they’d lie to her every chance she gets.
Turning her mom into a monster not butterflies suddenly this high becomes a
nightmare. One she had been fighting for so long, 16 and still traveling the same
rode as so many younger than her. She didn't listen to all the voices that tried to
tell her what she was missing because truly reality is the thing that makes life
worth living. To her reality was the guy who had raped her constantly when she was
young, Why choose reality when you could live in a dream world where everything had
excuses. Not only could she not recognize the girl who cried constantly in the
mirror but she'd done so many things to herself that even her eyes were a different
color.
It hurt so bad not to remember so she continued to fade until soon it seemed
better.
In an idiotical world where there were always smiles, It wasn't until she got help
that she realized the real world was never always pleasant. It was filled with hate
and lies and pain but that's something real and something she needed to face.
Something she needed to open her eyes to, life would never be cake and she couldn't
have her victory without tasting poison at least once. So when the tears dried and
the wounds healed she signed up for a special thing a thing called GED and she got
it.
I could never explain how I feel
On air, waves of sounds escaping what I could no longer hear
Aggravation lingers on the tongue
How it burns, perpetually, embedding anger on taste buds
I will remember the taste of defeat, eternally
Dull, so Dull, hums this high pitched
Innocence
If I can't tell my story in the voice that I want to
I’d rather be silent
forever
The pen flows so easily
Blackest inks stain my felt tip
Passion! How it twists my heart into complicated
Mazes, interlocking, crisscrossing
Things I’ve never thought of before
The blood of contemplation runs clear as diamonds caught in eclipses
Torrents of ecstasy,
Free falling
over
J
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Ged rocks, waterfalls, creating Prisms
Bam, Bam, Bam
Relives pressures on joints that hold
Industrial hearts together, oil may no longer ease this
New age technological emotion on addictive highs
I never even knew of until I thought about it
Two Double Oh Seven for sure
I consider myself to be something
I’m not really sure of
But I do love to imply mystery in reflections that others see
Honestly, complexity isn’t my best asset, only others believe this is what I am
As long as I believe in what I stand for
It is fine if my tongue flails but my pen soars
They arrived giggling and giddy, one hundred percent in love. Holding hands, leaning into each other,
Smiling. Young love, nothing like it.
I am teaching GED classes now, something I got roped into.
(GED for those who do not know is the test high school drop outs can take to get a diploma of sorts).
She talked me into it, the boy said. He rolled his eyes.
She smiled shyly, and looked down. He squeezed her hand.
He gave her a little shoulder hug before he released her, and they separated to take their tests.
She was finished first, but glanced over to where he was, and sat quietly.
I walked over to her, handed her a piece of white paper, and whispered, “Draw something for fun.”
I picked up her answer sheet and her test, and went back to my desk to grade it. There were six
Test-takers here on this particular night, a full house, and I had to get started grading.
The girl’s scores were phenomenal, the best I had ever seen and I had been doing this over a year.
I called her over and said to her, “Your scores are amazing. You can take the test tomorrow and fly through it. You will definitely pass.” I whispered this, as some of my students had been taking this test for a year and they were still here, trying to get it right.
The boy’s scores were bleak – thirty percent range across the board. He marched out angry, ahead of her. Her cheeks were pink, she was blinking back tears. I grabbed her hand before she followed him. “Please take the GED,” I said. “You owe it to yourself.” The door shut behind them, and I never saw them again.
The last one of the family
Thanksgiving and Christmas will be tainted
An in-law but the mom and grandmother
Of a list of family members
Strong, intelligent and blessed
Living to be in her upper ninties
Memories of her persona remain
How she got her GED in her late seventies
How she wanted higher education for children
How she worked in the garden and perserved food
How she kept a clean home at all times
Now into eternity she has gone
I know that she abides in a new heavenly home
Today will be a time to remember her life sublime
At Thanksgiving and Christmas Time
Just Found Me and My Poetry
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I believe in the principle of show me
So what is definition of poet supposed to be?
A writer of perfect poetry is one part
And in addition where else should I start?
How about person who has a play on words
Or who have become oddballs and nerds
To me there is this place that is vital
Is called Dictionary of Occupational Titles.
This is a manual of many occupations
From outstanding poet to public relations
Just as examples I wanted to give to you
May be many and much more than a few.
Rather than getting into a lengthy detail
Here is website address along with email
Should surely use for future verification
When seeking definition of an occupation.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
CODE: 131.067-042
TITLE(s): POET (profess. & kin.)
Writes narrative, dramatic, or lyric poetry for magazines, books, and other publications: Chooses subject matter and suitable form to express personal
feeling and individual experience, or to narrate story or event. May write
doggerel or other type verse.
GOE: 01.01.02 STRENGTH: S GED: R6 M2 L6 SVP: 7 DLU: 77
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Judgement day is every day when you're trying to survive in a decent way. Clean up your life and move away, to a new playground for the kids to play. It's an Oreo cookie way of life, broader than black and white. Trying to break to the surface to see the light, but you keep getting suppressed.. it takes all your fight.
Drop out came a long way.. From counting stacks of 3 to a GED. On the outside mamma's so proud of me. But inside she's scared she don't want to see me take another fall, slip up and lose it all. X'ed up, punching holes in the wall. She's cautious for my life, she cries: "I wish you could see it through my eyes".
Accidentally got caught up in the game and chase again. Never had let go, the past was still holding onto my hand. Slowly takes over, but you keep it undercover. Keep it on the low, thinking nobody's going to know. But somehow I stayed on top of it. Only slinging and drugging on the weekends and ****. Got through my Friday and played on payday. Dedicated worker specialized in crazy.
Then one I day my end started to begin. I changed my life and I traded it in.. For a camouflage uniform that covered the scars on my skin. I ended up losing my freedom, tied down with conflicting feelings. Gun in my hand, I was told to defend, the pain and the hell that I had abandoned. The bad guy in trusted boots, ripped myself from my roots. I planted my self far from the town I was raised in.
Kind of felt like I was betraying there trust, leaving my love for a life that's lust.
But then again.. I finally felt filled inside, alive. Maybe there was a reason I looked at my past, and wanted to run and hide. No longer scraping dough to get high. Now I see it again, that pride. The sparkle in mamma's eye. And for the first time it ain't a tear from fear. Can't plan ahead a god damn year. Now she has hope instead of dread, from that knock on the door saying: "Your little girl's dead."
I opened my eyes and I stopped listening. Closed my ears to the phrases of hustlers. "Act classy, you're a lady" was all they could muster. How did they think ladies could survive in these streets? Double standards of life, a game you'll never beat.
I lived how I wanted, they said it was no place for a girl. But once I shared what I had, it became our world. I found the "I" in family, once the pain killers got a hold of me. They kill the pain but bring the misery.
I grew up with my little sister, Betty Anne Waters
Until conviction took me away in 1980, for a murder in our town.
Which, I would never do! Betty wouldn't let me stay, and wouldn't believe.
She got her ged and many years of college. Passing the bar!
Bringing out evidence from 16 years. Losing her husband and children. Losing everything for, Kenny. Her only brother, my only sister. She won to set me free in 2001.
Betty showed the world, I was a wrongfully incarcerated brother.
The sad part is I died, six months later, enjoying whatever little life I had left.
So I leave this poem to show, my Betty, I appreciate everything, and
give you my last thoughts. With a kiss. Love Kenny!
A wrongfully incarcerated brother.
my nanna was like one of many family /friends id rely on te one id g run to when i cant run to noone else. She was the one that always toldme when i had stomach surgery be strong brea it will get better.
She was the one that said brea if you put your mind to it you can acomplish your cookbooks be the best chef ever she was always the one if im upset orin the worst pain ever she'd find some way to cheer me up even if it was talkn bout guys on in or recipes the times me and her would talk bout her hethern .how she wants me to get my GED and goto college to be a chef.
Well nanna i put my feet down in the ground more i aint giving up im gonna start my GED study guids finish my 1st cookbook with then the next 2weeks
Ilove u nanna always
MIMICKING FAME WITH DR. SEUSS
Dr Seuss,
You’re the man,
Let me try and mimic
You, if I can!
There’s a Zik,
In the Tick,
Of my Clock,
And a Nouse,
In my House,
And a Bink
In the Sink
Of our Kitchen
There’s a Stouge
In our Lounge,
He’s rather nice,
To be around once or twice.
There’s a Pindow
Near my Window.
Do you know ,
There’s a Nore,
Behind the Door,
Someone tall, it’s Celt,
I felt
Looking at me.
I feel sure,
That a Bure,
Lives beneath my
Carpet I Deplore!
But afraid of
These tiny Creatures
Who have, identical Features
And look like tiny Preachers!
In my Kettle,
There’s a Reen,
That I’ve Seen,
And fat Co,
By the breakfast Nook,
My pen and paper Took
That’s made me Mad
He’s really Bad!
And his friend
Is Ged,
Who lives under my Bed
Most of all
I have fun with Ploor
Who lives beneath the Floor,
He’s such a friendly Guy,
He’d like to visit you he said!
Too late for entering contest, but still posting.
In a skool with 1600 kids and nine grades and 30 class rooms. Odds are that thair
Were 11 trans kids per grade . And since thair was only 1 mtf kid in my grade ,
Thair could have bin 10 ftm kids . With all the violence at my skool . The noyzey
females are the Moest likeley people 2 be suspected 2 b ftm or trans !
Thair were about 10 females that stood out . Carmen Thomas , helen smith ,
Robin halloway , Mary norey , joselyn smith , beebee attress , renita brown ,
I don,t hoo the other three could be ? Thair were 6 wash room at skool .
So one of them could have bin marked 4 the trans boys 2 use ! & 1 4 the trans girls .
If thair were aleins here hoo came out of the shadows and supplied the
Alein drugs , then trans boys could take the alein drug which wood let them groe
Peenisses and live normal lives . This mite not solve the violence problem ,
Or the poverty problem . hy skool was a cumplete waist of time ! If thay had let me
Take the GED test rite after 8th grade , I could have started college 4 years sooner .
And maybe graduated from central YMCA college b-4 that place fell apart .
Thair are no garintees of jobs , but skools should not be the mess thay are 4 kids
Hoo get forced into pointless algebra classes and useless Jim classes !
hopeless
this
i am sad
tell me why is that so bad
i guess i don't know
no
good words
i did not go to school
i didn't wear clothes
listen to music
or study
feel cool
how do i get into this world
with a ged
and a criminal record
now that
you say i am free
down
i am
why so much
tell me why is everything
so close to the touch
so
far away
stars they say
am i doomed
or dubbed
is this real
tangible
something i can
place in my pocket and steal
i guess happiness
such a simple word
and we all want the same thing
love didn't give me no
stinking diamond ring
it was a cop out
a fix
a second home
too scared to put myself out there
in the unknown
i guess this thing i dream
is too much to bear
so i sleep
and i dream
i display no care
so all i learned
take it as you will
is an ignorant crude
and cruel survival
a mixture of things i've
eavesdropped
and words i thought
i'd known
oh well we all want the same thing
to say
feel the same
i wish and dream
in my sleep
that i can
without aching
without thinking
without shooting up, smoking
boozing, drinking
that calm that peace that sweet release
can i get a little
stinking
ease
please god
oh please
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
Often thought it, never said it.
I’m an heir to Earth, by birth, a world I inherit.
24 hours to live, do I cherish?
Man without vision, a man who’ll soon perish.
Life is my fetish, no worries, no eyes reddish,
Problems & concerns, lightweight like iceberg lettuce.
Do I worry about the weather, whether hot or numb cold?
Rain, sleet, or snow, things out of one’s control.
Career amongst peers, fame, and fortune.
Your name for 15 seconds & you claim your portion.
Mishap in the abortion, escaped with a chance.
A date with destiny, it’s mandatory I dance.
I spent my early years with no parents or family,
Always bouncing from one foster home to another.
Discipline came from movies, that was my reality.
I never knew what it was like to have a mother.
I was never no good in school, often failing.
I didn’t have no friends ‘cause people just hated me.
I didn’t graduate with everyone else in the spring.
I never got no diploma, had to get my G.E.D.
Holding a job for more than a year wasn’t easy.
Robbing banks was the best way for me to survive.
Despite what the jury said, I never killed nobody.
On death row, I spend my days in my new 9 to 5.
Be fine if I die, a candle with a wick that won’t burn.
Naked I came & naked I’m gon’ return.
In my faith, I stand firm, grace freely received.
All things are possible to him who believes.
I wake in the morning from a nightmare, adventureous or wonderful dream,
I wake into my dream world, were I'm wide awake
but continue my dream,
I dream of happiness, wealth and security,
wishing I was rich or maybe LUCKY enough to get offered a home
a car a million dollars, or at least enough to buy a home..
you see I'm a big dreamer
when I'm awake or asleep,
you see I'm what America calls low class,
I need help to pay my bills, to feed my family,
I'm low class, I make 640.00$$ a month
can't afford much
so all I do is dream,
I'm such a dreamer, and working my way to make my dream come true
got my GED now some collage..
So be patient with me all you hard working people who don't need help
for I work too, I go to school, and when I get home I have three teens
I need to raise,
I DREAM, I DREAM HIGH,
I wish I was already there, but it's taking me time,
TODAY I'm happy, tomorrow I'm sad, I go to bed crying and I wake up mad,
Then I make coffee and I dream again,
I look at my beautiful children and the battle begins,
The one where I make my dreams come true.
DREAM---DREAM---DREAMER....