Best Recovery From...Old Poems
I have changed today.
I have changed in a permanent way.
I saw it rise, I saw it shift,
I saw it move with it's coniving twist...
From the front door and the back,
I heard the knock
I heard the rapp.
"I am here" he said, "as you have asked."
"I am here from the rooted past."
I said, "Hello" and shone my light
on the old familiar
on the ancient fight.
Today I said, "I've grown too much you see,
for you to continue to be a part of me."
I peeled out my sword,
it slithered out of it's sheath.
In exalted postition
I sliced through the old familiar, the untrue, the thief.
The liar has lain and tracks removed.
My tool for change has been polished clean.
Heated and cooled with fire and stream.
Sharpen this sword, I have...
And leave the liar lain.
The wresting groung for old homos
Is full tonight
Because we spilled so much of our youth
In endless repeat anonymous encounter
That it was not enough to end the world once
More than a thousand medieval nonyears ago,
That spun off revolution in the sixties
Into reactionary shaved heads in the ninties.
They're scratching their old heads
Saying what have we done when we were young
enough to know better
Than dad
Because we had more fun than zoot suits
That women diddn't catch on
Until they got mad enough at us
To start their own rest home
For the partiers who came too late
To catch onto the disease that followed
Our young release
At the old new
We now are.
First time since I took pen in hand
I do question why
Does any of help in any way at all?
Just smoke in the sky
I try to pour all of myself out
Emptying my cup
Just a tired old bag of bones
Inside I’m a pup
Many of you are now my friends
As I seek the truth
I have dealt with all my pain
Back to my youth
I live my life inside of a shell
I am breaking free
By the lessons I have learned
I only wish to see
How to offer you other folk
Things that I know
Kind of like that old farmer
Reaping what I sow
I never look in my cup
Empty or its full
Either way that it turns out
Writing is my tool
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I do love you all I hope that
it shows, for this love is real.
Broken Wings
Like a rock falling faster and faster
the force of gravity
reaches out it's arme
and only a second later
someopne lies upon the ground
skin ripped open bones broken
all the was
is now only shattered pieces
that must some how
be picked up
and put back together
when broken wings mend
change
must
follow
tears dry up and vision becomes clear
feet once again
find themselves
planted on solid ground
and taking flight
no longer seems
just a childs fantasy
step by step
forward motion is made
and fear leaves
finding no place in the heart
when broken wings mend
one must consider flying again
the hand of determination
can be used
to brush off
the dust of stagnation
The waters of patients
can be used
to wash away
the dirt and grime
of desires
to
give up
give in
and quit
when broken wings mend
we can begin to understand
what it is
to become and old man
or and old woman
and still be striving for perfection
having fallen from the skies
that we call life
many times
we can begin to compreheand
what is ment
having heard the wise say
when broken wings mend
one
must
consider
flying
again
written by
The Poet Michele Dalton
WELL THERE BLOWS THE NEIGHBORHOOD
Is it all about two promises and two hearts set upon the same goal?
Or is two about two beings becoming one, sharing the very same soul?
Or is it more about the places they go and the people they meet?
Or does a wife somewhere weep because her husband has been indiscreet?
Take for instance backyard bar-b-ques with Bill with Betty and cute little Billy
After taken in cogently doesn’t this, with forthrightness, all seem rather quite silly?
Not tonight I can’t hon, don’t you remember I have a meeting with that client from
Argentina
But don’t say a word to the neighbors what we know about Marge and Tina
Oh you mean those two sassy blondes with matching pony tails and pink rubber
bands
Listen honey, you’ve got to know they do a hell of a lot more than hold hands
Well my dear, we don’t talk about things like that in this glorious neighborhood
Look old lady, shove it because your talking isn’t doing a damned bit of good
Or is it about verve vying with vows one never meant?
Or is it the spirit of sprites, two lovers, one springtime, were sent?
Marge, Tina, the mortgage, little Billy needs a new bike
Little Billy’s old one is in perfect condition so tell him to take a hike
Is it about nurturing, tolerance and patience and finding favor with good?
Or is it about a shallow existence in the above mentioned mother f*****g
neighborhood?
© 2011.…© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
WELL THERE BLOWS THE NEIGHBORHOOD
Is it all about two promises and two hearts set upon the same goal?
Or is two about two beings becoming one, sharing the very same soul?
Or is it more about the places they go and the people they meet?
Or does a wife somewhere weep because her husband has been indiscreet?
Take for instance backyard bar-b-ques with Bill with Betty and cute little Billy
After taken in cogently doesn’t this, with forthrightness, all seem rather quite silly?
Not tonight I can’t hon, don’t you remember I have a meeting with that client from
Argentina
But don’t say a word to the neighbors what we know about Marge and Tina
Oh you mean those two sassy blondes with matching pony tails and pink rubber
bands
Listen honey, you’ve got to know they do a hell of a lot more than hold hands
Well my dear, we don’t talk about things like that in this glorious neighborhood
Look old lady, shove it because your talking isn’t doing a damned bit of good
Or is it about verve vying with vows one never meant?
Or is it the spirit of sprites, two lovers, one springtime, were sent?
Marge, Tina, the mortgage, little Billy needs a new bike
Little Billy’s old one is in perfect condition so tell him to take a hike
Is it about nurturing, tolerance and patience and finding favor with good?
Or is it about a shallow existence in the above mentioned mother f*****g
neighborhood?
© 2011.…© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Wings
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where are treasures yet to be discovered?
within anything they could be
in our hearts gems lie still covered
i want to find them in me
with help from the people i meet
i will explore all my old limitations
facing forward with no thought of retreat
til my self and my life are brand new creations
the plan is understanding that which lies within
the intention is to open up new avenues
i will travel into and through what i have been
standing straight and paying my dues
knowing myself is my worthiest goal
to face what hides deepest inside
i will find and dust off my soul
clean it up, then why should it hide?
now the going is slow, for old haqbits die hard
but the length of the changing might show
how true is the difference, how watchful the guard
there is one thing that i have come to know
these years that have gone past
and the wicked ways that i have followed
are now over and their stains fade at last
empty and dry is the hole where i wallowed
with words that best describe the pictures i find
i will bring out of my heart all it encloses
i will not spare my own feelings, or fear my own mind
exposing the hidden, let slacken the poses
i am taking this path to clear my sight
and the size of my demons bring low
dry these tears, and then take flight
on the Wings of tomorrow
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