He took his leave of this world
with the truth on his lips
while soaking in that warm bath in Paris
where he had flown to pursue a new path
having been forced to publish his poetry himself
because that sort of thing doesn’t rake in the big bucks
For all their smarm and ego stroking
those suave men in designer suits and silk ties
stop caring about you
(they never really did)
when you’re no longer bringing home the bacon to fry
greasing their bottomless pockets
by catering to popular taste even if it's tripe
(as it usually is)
turning their attention to the next big name
when you tire of the game
and let it go to watch the wheels spin like Lennon
Poets aren’t appreciated until after they’re dead
Maybe it’s the romantic mystery of not being able to ask
what they meant by a certain sonnet or a single line
searching for clues in fragmented stories of a life
that no one gave a damn about before they
breathed their last
like mine
A woman can love a man so much that it can drive her crazy.
Can't eat can't sleep, it can be so deep like cutting yourself shaving.
A man can love a woman so much that he really starts changing.
But playing with his heart can lead to something so dangerous.
But together they can make one hell of a team.
He carries the 40 cal. while she carries the 9mm with a beam.
And when they start their family.
She put things in order so it won't turn into a tragedy.
So while he's working and bringing home the bacon.
Its a beautiful thing, this is how it should be there is no mistaken.
There is nothing more beautiful than the love between a man and a woman.
Because God made man stronger and God made women smarter
There is no end to this poem because I wrote it and I am the author.
THE MEERKAT
Meerkats are delightful beasts,
Arousing warm affection
They stand in groups discrete
Looking in the same direction
COW
How now brown cow
A bestowal to the world art thou
Miracle of God's construction
Four stomachs in mass production
THE PIG
Our blessings upon you abound
In our hearts you did awaken
A sense of gratitude profound
For bringing home the bacon
CHICKENS
In these days of Genetic modification
There is a question that begs
Should we yield to the great temptation
To get a chickens with four wings and six legs
THE URBAN PIGEON
I've nothing against the urban pigeon
But could it not maintain a smidgeon
Of caution when it makes its flyway
In the middle of a six lane highway
THE ANT
The ant delights to frolic
In Formic acid vitriolic
But on the tongue of the Ant Eater
There is nothing could be sweeter
THE BULL
His spontaneous emanation
Given without solicitation
Should encouraged him on a mission
To be a salesman or politician
Lost Words
It was only later
After seeing him hooked up to a ventilator
That I realized what he had said
And a reflection came that I would later retread
For deep down inside I always knew
That my dad was there for me as I grew
He was harsh and intense on occasion
Some would even call it abrasion
But there was that other side
When we were alone me along for the ride
He did his duty as a father
Bringing home the bacon with little bother
But the lessons taught
Were what I bought
How to strive
To stay alive
To be the best I can be
For all to see
Have kindness for my fellow man
Help wherever I can
Be a father to a son
Be there to protect everyone
Give a care
If you dare
That tomorrow will be a better day
When you get ego out of the way
As I sit here to lament
I recall those lost words he had repent
After waiting all those long years
And though he is long gone they still bring me tears
Those lost words you ask “I love you…”
Andreas Simic©
A piglet broke free from her pen
She’s pursued by three angry men
Caught by her curly tail
Oh how piggy did wail
Guess he saved the bacon again!
22nd May 2016
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Death silently crept
In the night he came
One had to gently
Close the eyelids down
Would you be distraught
Would your heart weep
If this were your plight
To close eyes in sleep
Eternal sleep now
Would your heart break within
Would you remember
The love that we shared
Or would you sing joy
Thank God she's gone
Being tired of daily
Having to serve the lady
Serve her by working
Bringing home the bacon
Or would you want
To go on toward home
Joining the loveone
That shared your long life
I would not want to be
The one who had to close
Those brown eyes in death
I would want to cheat death
Iwould want you to met him
In the air with no care
Not knowing who will go
First to the eternal shore
Help me Holy Spirit
To love more and more
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