Crutch Poems

Robert Louis Stevenson - 1850-1894

In an old-time real-book-with-pages feel in his day,
Robert Louis Stevenson wrote 'Treasure Island',
in his own inimitable way,
and tho' I know I may be wrong,
he could not have been pulling Long John Silver's leg,
as John would not have had a leg to stand on,
for, with his crutch (plus parrot), and I quote,
'He had still a foot

Discard the crutch

Parroting the scriptures,
won many admirers, 
on the cocktail circuit
but offered not the taste,
of truth the words affirmed.

Parroting the scriptures,
trapped soul in lower mind,
afraid to walk the talk,
interpreting symbols,
held in rigid belief.

Parroting the scriptures,
failed to erase heart’s fear,
since there was talk of sin,
wrath of an unknown god
and a deep sense of guilt.

Parroting the scriptures,
then discarding this

I am your crutch

the pain is too much
i am here as your crutch to 
lean on in this life

Proverbial Crutch

Friendship
‘tis so truly special
How very lucky am I 
To have found
a dear friend 
Who is there
when I need her
If life becomes 
such 
need 
proverbial crutch
For be sure 
she will always
answer her door
Where she can be found
With a kiss
and a hug
Thus my worries end 
Thanks to my best friend
But at times
I need just a little bit

Crutch

I've been on crutches for 15 years now
And one might think it gets easier with time,
it doesn't,but luckily where I'm at now
I'm okay with the passing time, I'm in it to have a good time 

Less time worrying about my next move
When I can, I just watch over my steps
So that I don't make a

Eternal Crutch

We all sin 
I sin 
You sin 
Everyone is a sinner 

A sin is a sin is a sin
There’s no way to win 

Your actually guilty before you begin 
So how do you actually get a reprieve? 

To acquire the salvation 
You wish to receive

The game is rigged 
And not in your favor 

What depravity

Cathartic Katherine

Helper for heartbreak's dissipation
           Coat of slick paint covers pain
        His younger hair longer temptation
           Gives dead Romeo fresh frame

        Travel

The Other Me

Don’t blame it on me 
I gave you a warning 
It was clear to see

I don’t intend on hurting people
It just sorta happens

It’s like a skill trait 
Or a debate 
They all see but no clappin

Everyone around me is hurt in a way
Say i ignored you
Or called you dumb
Or said throw your shoes away

I’m not

My Crutch

I’ve written over a thousand Poems,
in search of just that one

Each word to slay the demon time,
each phrase my soul respun 

I’ve come so close a hundred nights,
to see but not to touch

Then left to limp between the lines
—their failure now my crutch

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

My Crutch

I’ve written now a thousand Poems,
  in search of just that one

Each word to slay the demon time,
  each phrase my soul undone

I’ve come so close a hundred nights,
 to see but not to touch

Then left to limp between the lines,
 —their failure now my crutch

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Crutch

 I try to fight it
I try to forget it
It used to be my comfort zone
Now it has lost it's luster
For my eyes have awoken

Yet in time of weakness
It still pulls me in
This artificial safety
Is like a drug

It brought back my innocence
When there was no responisbility
And stress didn't exist
Before everything fell apart

Oh what i would

Nothing More Than a Crutch

Nothing more than a crutch is what the sceptics say,
A weakling, softy, Christian in Christ we must obey.

Have I got news for those who haven’t got a clue? 
It’s sad to think they do not know, the word of God is true.

Apparently they’ve never heard the price some had to pay,
Apostle Paul and countless others

Crutch

My hands are always shaking,
but never from the cold.
My heart is always racing,
from secrets never told.
I'm always out of breath my dear,
but not from the lack of air.
My eyes are always aching,
Because I can't avert my stare.

Its a deep and painful need,
I can't control the way I feel.
I will keep on going,
until I feel something

A Crutch For Redemption

Was the one
redeeming feature
a peg 
to hang
a poem on
enough of a crutch
to justify
a life.

Broken Crutch

Another soul has been set free
Trying to be all it can be

Which in reality isn't much
Another cripple on a broken crutch

Slowly trying to make his way
Through the trials of another day

Through my pen energy is spent
As I try to circumvent

I search for ways to relate
I was once so full of hate

I hated God for taking

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