Best Weak Kneed Poems

A Letter to Myself



Should I give up writing
Seems all this bleating and wailing
Bemoaning this lot of love
I am allocated to feel
But never touch

Should I stop showing the world
Such a pitiful and pathetic face
As it twists and grapples
Dug in my heart
With its suffocating blade
Of aloneness

Where I...

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OLD BOB

Tell ya bout old Bob
Long bout O-One he lost his job
Twernt much ova job    I fear
Hadn’t been fer many a year
Standin out front a this here super store
Welcoming folk in    kind of a real dang bore
Best thing ...

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The night would steal his love away 
across the bridge of the moon. 
He knew that it might try one day, 
But it has come that bit too soon. 

It cut itself a creature, 
From its own satanic cloth, 
And a rider plucked from Hades...

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RIDING ON

Destination Dallas
home of the cowboys
land of the brave
intentional target
aimed with precision
at new paths to pave

gravitational phase
surrealistic
skyward wave

spurred on to
something new
beneath God’s
sun and moon

eyes turn inward
anchors pull out
onwards toward
landfalls legends
devoid of doubt

brevity flawed
weak kneed but
hardened jaw
riding on….



© Kim van Breda—14 August 2015
(moving on in life...

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Give me your goodbye 
Give me away

Give me that stone cold expression of your precious face; 
Give me that old, slow confession of your pestered faith 

Give me swift heartbreak;
Give me quick heartache
 
Give me my pain.
 
Give me that runway;
Give me that runaway
 
That...

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Ebola
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
A horrible deathly disease has spread 
With terrible swiftness and silent dread
Our people with frantic astonishment seek
Why does our government seem so weak
Not only do they  expose our children to it
They won't give us a Czar that even knew it 
A man...

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a drop of my blood fills my tears,
tears that roll down my  cheek, past
the frozen  expression glued to my face,
standing weak kneed before you, feeling abused,
 dazed by the velocity, the ferocity of your 
tongue lashing, steals the breath of my
existence so Dad why are you surprised 
a...

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1. How didn’t I know an expensive dress
can cover a straggly skin?
my attention has now been diverted
to an escape as this voluptuary being
puts me under a deadly review
a lesson adequately learnt but with burnt tonsils.

Chorus
Where is my class?
How bad is my taste?
Eyes jumping over the...

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Come unto her not with pious words from a pulpit’s herd of unsure-footed sheep.  Rather, come unto her with deeds that her lamb needs, your bloody knee spurs speak to hers.

Come unto her not with raw, self-inflicted wounds that you claim, in bitter blame,...

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Standing cautiously at  precipice, leaning 
backwards-looks down.
Sudden thrust, feet leave ground, heart 
pounding. He leaps.

He doesn't fall, reassuring earth beneath 
spoils adventure.
Heart craves-helpless feeling of fall, 
thrilling freedom & fear enslaved.
And fear enslaved rational mind, brews 
hole in gut, hollows being
As sour tasting cowardice...

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A wandering wavering wind bleeding doubt
wraps tightly ‘round its' victim
in a masterful landscaped sketch of anger
it falters and stumbles
in its' indecisive nature
that at times sways around
the arch of a sword
determined only to find the truth of its' mark

An unsettled mind
decides only to take itself out...

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In this moment, choosing release
We thus give birth to freedom's seed
Doing nothing, as we unfreeze
Head and heart allow love to lead

God’s love and light is our soul's need
With no cravings left to appease
Yielding neither to fear nor greed
In this moment, choosing release

This life's a gift,...

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When did I die for you?
When was the moment I ceased to exist
Becoming no more than a shadowy memory
Another conquest amongst so many others
Another notch on your belt and a heart thrust away
Shattered into kaleidoscope fragments
What was it that turned me into a ghost?
A phantom...

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                    THREE  BRITISH ANGELS



Three daughters of Britain, in a dance class,
their lives were viciously taken!
But, sadly, for many of us, you are, in our silence,
inhumanelly...

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The day my life went tipsy, weak-kneed and rosy, I met a boyish-man. He had a sidewinder-‘stache and I suddenly fell for a hairy man. Tickled lips like those propose suddenly to a starry-eyed sailor - me. Very quickly those skinny lips spoke I love...

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