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Some days it gets past me
What people say or do you see
In a modern world that’s changed
And how people think is rearranged
I grew up with some home truths
That were right and not uncouth
But now those things are turned around
And I search for more solid ground
We need to always uphold the law
And not do bad things even if no one saw
But it would seem what you get away with is fine
Being something brag about when drinking wine
So what is left in the world for us
Do we just shake our head and not make a fuss
Or do we tell the world what we think
And stand tall showing we are not extinct.
© Paul Warren Poetry
You know you are going to get
a fair bit of flack for that
So it obviously worked then and
touched a nerve
But aren't you supposed to be
mr nice guy that folk walk all over
and take advantage of
Exactly i'm sick and tired of being
so called liked
If you can't beat them join them
Are they really my friends anyway
We'll see won't we time will tell
Was what i said a lie or merely
telling a few home truths
I don't remember very much
an echoed whisper, a velvet touch,
nothing to hang my hat on, as such,
but I know that I was loved.
There was a feeling it seemed of togetherness,
and I knew for sure, well, more or less,
that no matter the problem, or the mess,
that love would see me through.
And so it was in those childhood days,
rosy remembrance, in misty haze,
impossible now to count the ways,
in which you showed your love.
Then came growing spurts and growing pains,
a lot of losses, but a lot of gains,
and the only constant that remains?
your unflinching, mothers love.
It saw me through my teenage years,
the broken hearts, the cloistered tears,
the brave new world with all its fears,
the sanctuary of your love.
When the time arrived you cut the strings,
with all the heartache and loss it brings,
but not once did you show those things,
such was the depth of your love.
You wished me well in my new life,
new job, new home, new town, new wife,
and I was too blind to see your strife,
blinded by your love.
Now as I try to re-read my book,
I'd like to rewrite some steps I took,
and give you more than a second look,
to thank you for that love.
Speak to me of truth, as an old friend would
Tell me with love, home truths to shake my walls
Hurts to hear, yet after it'll feel so good
Bring me tough love, like a true father should
Wisdom I know, but don't act on at all
Speak to me of truth, as an old friend would
After each fallen hall in which I stood.
An moments of ore, in my core, might stall.
Hurts to hear, yet after it'll feel so good.
Tell me by the side of fire climbing wood.
In the deaths of shadows unknown to all
Speak to me of truth, as an old friend would.
Give me strength, inspire me like mother could.
My fists in balls, my goal, is not so tall.
Hurts to hear, yet after it'll feel so good.
My companion, I'll catch you if you fall
I hope my love is more then understood
Speak to me of truth, as an old friend would
Hurts to hear, yet after it'll feel so good.
Though few of us "sigh like furnace
with ballads made our mistress's eyebrow"
these days . . .
a poem is still as good as a bunch of flowers
when it comes to expressing our feelings
about a lady we like.
A poem is rather like a woman, come to think.
A good poem may have a pleasing form,
or by inner virtues compensate for this.
A good poem does not reveal too much at once
But leaves a lot to imagination's powers.
Rather it teases without being coquettish.
It is reticent but not prudish,
for a poem that gives nothing away
may well end up on the shelf.
A good poem is not unapproachable, remote,
like some model with a past.
Too much logic jars in poems, too.
Smooth rhymes can be a shade too glib.
A good poem saves from complacency
Without haranguing day and night.
It can, of course, be taken to bed.
It wife-like serves us food for thought
and tells home truths with good intent.
Everything at the top I find is fabricated nonsense
truth is security lies as they are blind rats
to home truths and openly sources spill the beans
A fish out of water plops
Spiraling circles around what they say within government
gasping full of rubbish reeks in order to control media
Everyone right to the top brass with twisted agendas
is brainwashing people in utter garbage driven by their thirty pieces
dressed in their cheap perfumed words stink to the high heavens
When they come to the gates of two truths all seeing
then they will see the deceiver kneel
before the master creator of us all
Until science can decipher our past
almost blind to reality in home truths
they are no more knowledgeable than the rest of us
as each of us walks a different path of knowledge
I find truth in the words of God
more powerful and with great conviction of meaning
than anything science has to offer
Call a spade a spade
proven wrong time and time again
results speak for themselves
we are all seeds of his olive branch
inner peace filled with faith and love
is the only science without appetite for destruction
Re: Ring of power
Ring of power enhances it,
Gives it volume quite a bit,
bigger, a nice snug fit,
give me all, don't u quit
Obsession comes when you hit gold,
big and hard: I'm sold!
If you want him big n bold,
Warm him just a bit,
Get the right size ring, to fit,
As strong as days of old,
interest sure relit.
Struggling guys wear the ring,
Too keep it hard, its just the thing,
Not too tight on the dingaling,
Adjust to size and passion,
Enhanced by more tongue lashing,
Home truths for passions pit,
The keeper ring will do its bit.
Keep up the good work. Don, Ralphie Sue....
Ring of power
Ring of power enhances it,
Gives it volume just a bit,
Getting bigger will it fit,
8 inch round is ole Tom tit,
Obsession comes when you get sold,
Flaccid, with his heart so cold,
If you want him big n bold,
Warm him just a bit,
Get the right size ring, to fit,
As strong as days of old,
Beware of ole Tom tit,
Stripper guys they wear the ring,
Too keep it hard, its just the thing,
Not too tight on the dingaling,
Adjust to size and passion,
Enhanced by more tongue lashing,
Home truths for passions pit,
The keeper ring will do its bit….
Don Johnson