Best Mattered Poems
Company stores taking most of the paycheck
Days were long and hard at the breaker
It beat being down there, rats were moving
No injuries today, good news
Body hurts, but the kids will be home from school
Stop and have a few before supper
They're growing so fast, soon the hugs will be gone
Shower in the cellar, she doesn't ask for much
Don't want all that tracked through the house
Daddy's home, their bright eyes shine
Got to take care of what matters most
It doesn't get any better, mom, give me a hug
Supper was great, need help with the dishes?
Got some change in my pocket
Might be enough for some ice dream cones
Let's go kids, we'll take a walk
Stop by Grandma's house on the way
Piggyback ride for the little guy
No money left 'til payday
Got all we need. Grab a bucket
We'll pick some blueberries on the way home.
So nice. Almost a touch of Heaven
Just taking care of what mattered most.
Life in a small minig town. Family, friends, co-workers were what mattered
most. I'd trade it all for yesterday.
You have every right to cry
The world has not been good to you
When you should have been playing
You saw the death of everyone you knew
It did not matter that you were there
No, they never cared about you
A little princess like you never mattered
You were just something in the way
Left to die like everyone else
So go ahead and cry as loud as you can
Let them know that you survived
Let them know that you will remember
And that you will be remembered
© Poem – VIII/XIII/MMXXI
I look back to the sixties, standing for a cause
Change society, from the world remove the flaws
How the seeds of discontent were scattered
We walked with a purpose, make a statement for the land
An urge to change the world, a time to make a stand
With the apathy today, I guess it never really mattered
We've lost our sense of urgency, our drive has gone away
Democracy is dying as we approach our darkest day
Has liberty been murdered, have our dreams all been shattered
We can rise above the garbage that has been thrown in our face
We can stand together to make the world a better place
If we accept social injustice, then it never really mattered
We see the times are changing not for better but for worse
Dissension becomes the blessing, patriotism becomes the curse
Our constitution has been raped and left all bruised and battered
Do we hang onto our standards with our backs against the wall
Do we bow our heads like puppets as we watch our country fall
Then for all our souls who died for freedom, it never really mattered.
I will stand for liberty and justice. I will die for freedom's sake
I will stay a patriot though the earth beneath me shake
I will salute our flag though she be torn and tattered
If we allow the powers to destroy our democratic dream
If we let them undo the constitution that once was held in high esteem
Then our liberty is over and it never really mattered.
I set sight on visions
Picture little if visions
Matter ,i paint a photo
To vision my pictures
My vision has lost it way to my tongue
I speak what I see,visualise or better yet picture
My vision set scenes like am Picasso
As I speak out my words in a Pablo
More or less a parable of my words painting
A vision of Picasso ,a pain tainting
Is it a beautiful vision that i now draw
Sharp words sketching fine black &white
Lines of how the vision begins
Curves and edges on how
I flip and toss these metaphors
And I colour the corners of my visualised picture
With idioms and shade it with similes
As it is similar to the photo of my vision
I speak fluently with coloured thoughts
Penciled on my incomplete picture
As I have my vision destroyed
For I set sight on visions
Picture little if visions
Matter,as I have less of a picture
More of a photo
Photo my visions
Picture my visions
Spoke of my visions
Frame my visions with
Synonyms, antonyms
Or shorten my picture with acronyms
Then the picture becomes and is less of a vision
The absence of words paints an empty picture
Words as powerful , dreams as wonderful
Actions performed, as visions are destroyed
destructed and demolished
Words conquer, visions follow
I set sight on visions
Picture little if visions
Matter, i paint a photo
To vision my picture
Without these words I can not paint my visions.
By your skin's pigment, I've never judged you,
but by your character I see you through.
Your deep concerns are only a figment;
I've never judged you by your skin's pigment.
We are all descendants from Adam's side,
and we'll continue to be multiplied,
so let brotherly love take transcendence.
From Adam's side, we are all descendants.
God created each cell that forms your skin,
each precious hair strand, the curve of your chin.
What makes you special should not be hated.
Each cell that forms your skin, God created.
You've always mattered; never doubt your worth.
God fashioned your life to dwell on this earth.
If your heart gets broken by dreams shattered,
never doubt your worth; you've always mattered.
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2/10/21
"Never Mattered"
Folks so hesitant and others far too eager
You either do or don't got a fever
Non or a true believer
In the ever after
Worlds being forever shattered
I always had to be a clever bastard
Got to get it done, can't rely on a benefactor
Had to realize certain things never mattered
Always regardless of the weather pattern
A planet full of far too many carcasses
And far too many drugs all around, even from the pharmacist
If you never give up, life can be marvelous
People support or march against
Most likely won't be, but there needs to be an armistice
Here we go, it starts again
They'll cause fights and arguments
Went right over their heads, for them it was too hard to get
Let's be honest, only made of bones, muscle, organs and cartilage
Not immune to arsenic
It can be fatal causing harm quick
The tides changed, the tables turned and the cards flipped
Near and far from any market
Earth, tile, wood or carpet
Secrets getting leaked, or they are kept
Taken serious or disregarded
People so foolish or some of the smartest
Staying bitter or having feelings of stardust
Humans are cold-blooded and evil, or they are just
I was moving towards the light, yet remaining in darkness
Until I actually turned into Clark Kent
It's not farfetched
Still beings are exaggerating, always trying their darndest
Putting forth the very hardest
And still never hitting the targets
I was always looking for someone
While living among the stars, moon and the sun
Out to live it up, not just here for love and fun
Still one hell of a son of a gun
I was always the underdog, rarely ever had a plus one
I've put my trust in some
Battles lost but the war was just won
I got it done in blood
Continually I dug in mud
I am not the one to judge
It's been years, not weeks or a month of
The drink and drugs is what I got numb from
While dealing with conundrums
Most assumed there was humdrum
Is there really anything below or up above?
They say it didn't matter
But it rocked your core
You walked on shaky ground
Your feet were in those shoes
So if it rattled you, it mattered
Even when I loved you,
And was so happy,
To be with you,
Through the good memories,
The flaws of our relationship,
The tears,
And the pain.
In the end,
Nothing mattered,
Because it was all my delusion,
That you ever loved me.
Every moment we had together,
Was nothing but lies.
My love never mattered to you,
My feelings for you,
All that I gave to you,
Was never enough to please you.
You never felt the same,
You never loved me.
So why should our relationship be memorable?
Express yourself, well it's really important,
For them it was, for her!! It never mattered.
It never mattered whether they knew she cared,
As her care was hidden behind those endless scolds,
For her those were the best possible way to care.
It never mattered, whether she knew that she meant the world to her,
As her possessiveness was hidden, hidden behind those meaningless fights,
For her those were the best possible way to love her without expectations.
It never mattered whether he knew she liked him,
As her love was hidden, hidden behind those friendly walks,
For her those were the best possible way to cherish all those memories.
It never mattered whether she herself knew she wants to talk,
As her chats were hidden, hidden behind those silent glances,
For her those were the best possible way to be safe,
Safe from everything that would hurt her.
Every day and everything,
a constant struggle.
More than a few missing
pieces to the puzzle.
A whole lot of baggage,
so much fear.
I fell apart when you
left me here.
Face to face,
I was staring.
At a heart no
longer caring.
It seems every day
it gets a little worse.
I wish I could have
forgotten you first.
I need to get rid
Of this strife.
You changed the way
I live my life.
The day comes and
You look back.
Trying to make-up
For all, you lack.
I saw hatred when
She stared at me.
I was speechless,
I found it hard to breathe.
The blow that love
Delivered.
In fetal position,
I lay there and shivered.
It's been two years,
She is really gone.
Took a chance on love,
I found out it was wrong.
I remember when;
Life mattered.
Nothing left of me,
I'm broken and shattered.
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As the candidate yammered on
His opponent stood his ground
When the first ran out of time
In a flash the second chimed ~
“I’d always thought a man’s word was his bond”
I feared their roar
Of anger fuelled by their disgust
I feared the roar
And left my dreams to nothing more
Concealing self in flecks of dust
Sweet softness lost beneath stale crust
I feared their roar.
I saw her smile
The lines of life that she has seen
I saw her smile
And nothing mattered for a while
Her granny smile, whatever’s been
She doesn’t care what words could mean
I saw her smile.
Her love is mine
No matter what I say or do
Her love is mine
When tears cascade, she makes it fine
And holds my heart to what’s true
To see me smile with loving you,
Her love is mine.
..She felt so damn nervous making that call,
and when he picked up she just gushed it all,
he listened quietly, then she asked to meet,
she quickly wrote down the place and the street.
She met him at one of his restaurants,
he looked different now, his eyes didn’t haunt,
he had no gun, just company t-shirt,
but something about him still spoke to her.
She asked him, “Why did you do what you did?
Why risk it all to go and save my kid?
We destroyed your business, threatened your life,
made it clear we hated anyone white.”
He gave a sad smile, and then explained,
“If that’s why you’re worried, I’ll make it plain,
how could I have just let your child burn?
The thought of it just makes my stomach churn.
“He’s a human being, in danger great,
what kind of man would leave him to his fate?
Whatever rage that the mob felt for me
had nothing to do with a child of three.”
Jacinta learned forwards. “You didn’t care
that my people didn’t much want you there?
After what happened, and what we destroyed,
you went to rescue a random black boy?”
“My ‘people’ call themselves American,
and I’m pretty sure that you’re one of them.
Even if you weren’t, I’d still have to go,”
he said,”Such horrors children should not know.”
She felt amazement, and shame more than a bit,
that it took all this to understand it,
she thought ‘color-blind’ had been some quaint phrase,
those were the words that her family would say.
But this man had felt that her son mattered,
even when he had been just a stranger,
and she realized that his life mattered too,
whether black, white, or brown, such people were few.
This one man refuted lies she’d been taught,
her brother’s nonsense had all been for naught,
she saw a good man, wanted to know more,
started talking with him about his stores.
He told how his father had opened the spot
that the mob had burned, she felt her soul drop
on hearing how he’d played in the kitchen,
and chatted when young with those who came in.
She told him of Keenan, where she now lived,
he offered a job, said, “It’s mine to give.”
Soon enough Keenan would play in the back,
and the man smiled, gave him lots of slack,
mostly because he was dating his mom,
Jacinta didn’t stay on welfare for long,
the other workers snickered, she let them,
where would she find such a lover again?
CONCLUDES IN PART V.
...He brother railed at her when they were wed,
‘Uncle Tom, race traitor!”such words were said,
‘Raised by a white man, you’ll mess up your son!”
She just rolled her eyes, and said, “Are you done?”
She had no more time for her brother’s hate,
it impeded with a life that was great,
Keenan had a new dad, and soon sisters three,
no more self-destruction, no more misery.
By the beauty of her eyes,
A dumb like me became wise.
By the beauty of her talk,
My static life started to walk.
She looks really so pure,
Even my deep wounds are cure.
She looks really so angelic,
Even the nature want her to click.
But...
A beauty with every beauty,
Is like a fake duty...
She dwells alone,
Deeply hurted and swollen.
No more she want anyone to support,
Once she sat with worries she can't afford.
Waiting for a moment to fly over her peaks,
Loving deeply someone to cry for weeks.
Hope is still alive,
Love is still a feeling she believe.
She still wants you not to take leave,
Honest love is still a way we can live.