My past
My mistakes
The right and wrong choices
My failures and successes
My hopes and dreams
The man looking at me in the mirror
The man you see with your eyes
All my physical homeliness and imperfections
All the words said behind my back
The good and the bad
The rumors and the gossip
The facts and the fiction
The lies and the truth
That’s not me, and that’s not who I want to be…
I’m the sad music that makes me feel there is love to gain through the pain.
I’m the cheek you can hit on one side and then again on the other.
I’m the walking mat you can clean your feet on.
I’m the laughter that comes easy and is given freely.
I’m the friend to the not-so-friendly.
I’m the heart you can wear on your sleeve for you to break over and over again.
I’m the life that matters less so yours can matter more.
© 2025 by DC Poetry
A Jaw biopsy was done to determine the issue,
The Doctors first response “looks like scar tissue”.
His next question was, “have you ever been hit on the Jaw”?
In an attempt to be funny my response brought no hurrah,
“Yes, I have on a few occasions, hit a fist with my face”,
when endeavoring to put another, in what I thought, was his place.
From the lab I waited three days, then came my answer.
The Doctor quickly said Tom “You have Parotid Gland cancer”.
So cancer became the match that would set my fields on fire,
I sought the face of Jesus and once more I could easily respire.
In faith I asked Jesus, i believed, and confessed my sin,
and at that moment I felt forgiven and became born again.
Now many years and speed bumps later I still grasp his hand,
Jesus is still my captain and I’m still under his command.
.
there was a young banty rooster named Ben
who liked to hit on all of the old hens
one sad summer day it was said
an axe was taken to his head
now all the old hens are safe in their pen
I was asked, “have you ever been hit on the jaw?”
I replied, on occasion, I’ve hit a fist with my face.
“Looks like scar tissue is the conclusion I draw”
“but I’ll send it to the lab to be sure that’s the case”
Four days later I got a call that had the answer,
I knew it was bad when He wouldn’t tell my wife.
He was quick to the point, “you’ve Parotid gland cancer,”
and about four days later I was under his knife.
In the Sixties the C word usually meant dying,
so I sought the hand of the one I’d long ignored.
The thought of eternal hell became horrifying,
and from desperation I took the hand of the Lord.
I fell down on my knees and started praying,
not asking for a healing but forgiveness that day.
Believing that He would hear what I was saying,
and that my new life path would be His way.
This all came to pass fifty-seven years ago,
at age Twenty-Eight I took the hand of Jesus.
I’ve clutched it tightly not ever letting go,
it took His death on the cross from sin to free us.
Thank you Jesus for blessing/extending my life.
Miracle Man
"Out to Sea"
In the immediate times
we rush to consume it all
before it is all swallowed, and out it all comes salty,
like an Ocean pummelling our crumbling sures
eating away our solidarity
insouciantly the sandy impermanent escarpment caves in
on our gossamer dissolving world
and in the eye of the storm
in the middle of it all
for a small moment all is calm
while the catastrophes move blithely around us,
hitting us brashly like we’ve been hit on a caffeine high
we are simultaneously aware of time standing still and then,
the swift pull of a rug unceremoniously out beneath our feet
some strange gravity slides
towards that ridiculous prophecised inevitability
of kingdoms come and gone
we thought we knew everything
the truth is we were the dumb awake
knowing little of everything
and much of what mattered little
and all as one
we are drowned soundly, gladly,
like into an open-eyed baptismal grave
we are forever and ever
naked as a child
washed clean
out to sea
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Unafraid of hits on my life by
the mafia Ciro Gargano arson
murderer it's been a hit on my
life since Christmas eve 1984
tailor shop murders inc. go
ahead Ciro hit me again how
about another assassination
attempt or go all the way out
with another bomb in my face
now that was very effective right
traumatic brain injury just so you
and Jamaican jay townsend
Johnson Henry could extort
my american poetry murder me
for witnessing the plotting
of arson murder of 9 people
hit me Ciro Gargano go ahead
and hit me again I will never
ever fear organized crime
corruption abuse of power
bullying intimidating me in
American
Diddy said he didn’t do what many say he did
but Diddy’s only famous for he knows the talented
if Biggie wasn’t shot Diddy would not have had a hit
but Diddy put the hit on Biggie that is why he did
Though he had the power he never had the skill
paying all that money for somebody else to kill
the competition that went missing when the spot was failed
by Bad Boy Records never special Diddy died a jailed
I'm a bad boy, and it is uncanny
How I always get hit on my fanny.
If I could get my paws...
What I mean, Santa Claus -
I wish Julie Andrews for my nanny.
Constantly my pen hit on paper
Asking myself
Can a man sink his roots so deep in he's faith
That he knows that it's breaches would shoot out only to be cut of
Like the sound of joy taking flight and filling the streets
You see from birth to bed of no existence
Like a bird in a cage
I cried for freedom,but freedom was an island of cages
We are told that we are free in the pages of a book
Like books in a library our freedom has been confined to the walls we see
You see God guaranteed freedom,but responsibility limits it to choice like a child I thought freedom was for grown ups ,wen I got in the train of adult hood for freedom was an illusion because you are immune with immunity gives no choice for invisibility
Our protectors can't protect us people who are supposed to stop stealing now steal from us
leaders of tomorrow
Who's tomorrow never comes
Like religion monsters who buried lies in the sermons of greener pastures.
Master of lies laying destructive eggs incubated with psychological Vision
With prophesying the unseen Vision
Let this be The Genesis of our evolution
So let me reintroduce myself as the poetic samurai as I cut through the tragic of life
As humanity embraces it's inner beast ,
And we became monsters of our own making
What you see is what you get ! Life is an illusion
And to see through the lenses of life you need a covenant eye
For all we see in this life is the evil that lives in the heart of men As brother guns down brothers
Our sisters seeking for money pleasure from these diabetes over grown men as boy friend so they diabetic income is insufficient of insulin to reduce the sugar income .
Like our men of God (prophesying the the unseen version) digging deeper for deep pockets sugar coated phrase of fraud
With heavy tithes on offer
Let me not run away from what we have become humanity has become more
Dangerous than the wild animals
So don't let me cut the truth into the lies we tell ourselves wen we go to sleep
We have become brain dead
Our brain cell will only comprehend money and sex
We betrayed kisses in exchange for selfies as
Desires become selfish
Teenage get sex before sex ads
As my thoughts constantly hit on paper to rewrite the past
you hit me.
younger me:,, Do it!"
One Hit, on my head, didn't hurt much.
Another on my back, my pullover protected.
I Held my hand over my face.
Bad choice.
The metal cut my hand like knife.
It still hurts, while I write.
,, I want to you explain!"
,, why you discuss with me"
Why do you Tell me how I should deal with things, why do you scream.
Were cliches you said.
But with scream I evoke your attention.
But then I saw you come running.
On the ground I laid still.
And accepted my fate.
I hate you I really do.
With little things you do bigger,
and leave a ****
on my heart
It’s been so n i c e - to hear you now
It’s been awhile
Feeling like a l o s e r n o w
Over my heart I f a l l
Like a sucker punch
It hurts so s w e l l
T e l l m e
T a l k to m e
Tell me how you really feel - about m e
T a l k to m e
Come on - talk to me
Blue face Betty
It’s been months
It’s been dizzying
Life without you
Seems like the worlds empty
With empty w o r d s
Without any empathy
It’s cold in my heart
T e l l m e
T a l k to m e
Tell me how you really feel - about m e
T a l k to m e
Come on - talk to me
Blue face Betty
Hit on me
Turn your lips on me
Take me out with a tease
Come on Betty
Come on Betty
Come on Betty
Come on Betty
Come on Betty
T a l k to m e
A body housing three diseases
With three more as the visiting ones:
Enjoy he does just brief releases,
On some days obliged to laugh but once...
A rough fate acting as it pleases;
Each time he dumped his drugs worse than dunce
Cimetidine that Ulcer eases
Or else a body hit on each ounce
Inhaler against the longest wheezes;
No Ciproxin, Salmonella pounce...
Title: My Darling
My darling looks so beautiful,
If only she acknowledge it,
I know how you feel for me dear,
Then why don't you confess to me.
Your frowned eyebrows and steamy face,
My darling looks so beautiful,
When she is provoked by those girls,
Who hit on me in front of her.
Her smile is my morning sunshine,
Oh God,the moment our eyes met,
My darling looks so beautiful,
The blush on her cheeks just for me.
I can't wait any longer my love,
I want to hug you so tight when,
I call you as mine and tell you,
My darling looks so beautiful.
Brolley Hit
Give me something small
No big bomb or aircraft carrier needed
A little virus on the tip of a pin
Ready to inject you viral death
Not fall down dead a few days
Starts with a fever then more
Doctor thinks it’s a cold or flu
It's a bit more serious but shhh!
Don't alert the authorities
Before the operative escapes
Another KGB hit on a scientist
More Cold War superpower woes
Daggers in the dark jab a scientist
On a Manchester bridge with a brolley
How else to stop the weapon programs?
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