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THAT FARAWAY LOOK IN YOUR EYES
I’m waiting for you here,
thinking ‘bout you all night long
Can’t believe what you said,
thought our love was deep and strong
You say, you think our love is broken,
Can’t be fixed with crazy glue
I said I think you must be joking
Now I see you believe it’s true
Chorus
There is a faraway look in your eyes
I can see it…
There is a leaving me look in your eyes
I can feel it
You say, you know just what I’m thinking
And you know all the bad that I do
Just when did you stop believing?
You’ve left me here, feeling like a fool.
You keep checking up on my cell phone,
Wondering if she’s calling me
You follow wherever my eyes go,
Imagining all it is I see
Chorus
There is a faraway look in your eyes
I can see it…
There is a leaving me look in your eyes
I can feel it
I’ve been thinking about our love,
thought for sure it was going to last
Funny how your mind, can play tricks, and
I see the wheels have come off the tracks.
I’ve never been with anyone else
How could you think so low of me?
I’m obsessed with no one but you,
But, you’re imprisoned by your jealousy
Chorus
There is a faraway look in your eyes
I can see it…
There is a leaving me look in your eyes
I can feel it
Repeat chorus
Finale
I’m still waiting for you here
Thinking about you
all night long.
Copyright John Derek Hamilton
July 30,2018
Keep on mending the fences, governed with jubilant accomplishment peacefully
exercise functional wisdom exuding confidence practically
smite pride that attacks, towering prejudicially
while checking motives periodically!
Keep on mending the fences, grateful as you triumph over distress
overcome bouts of depression-duress
conquer frustration angsts that oppress
soar midst prevailing hope, your steadfast fortress!
Keep on mending the fences, glad upon support system anchoring you with cheer
bask in blissful serenity while defying attacking fear
drive your commitment along hope-filled gear
march forward, bounce up and move on despite despair's tear!
Keep on mending the fences, gracious to vanquish lurking gloom
let your faith choose victory over mockery of doom
stay healthy, not willing to face early death from inviting tomb
believe that you can live long, since such you claimed while in your Mom's womb!
Keep on mending the fences, generous in your ministry of reaching-out
thank the Almighty God always without any doubt
allow attitude of gratitude to prevail for miracles against unbelief-clout
keep on joyously; encourage others with "We can do it" shout!
(continued)
Checking every overpass they came upon
But they never found him.
They went to the pantry that he had spoken of
But the folks there said that no one like him had come in that day
And that they hadn't sold any portable gas cans.
They gave all the supplies to the local shelter
And the young lady checked many times in the weeks to come
But the man was never found.
She began to wonder at times if she had imagined the whole thing
If maybe the car had stalled and she'd fallen asleep
Then dreamed the whole thing and awakened to continue on.
Slowly, over time, it passed from her thoughts.
Then, late that Spring she took her car to the self-wash near her apartment
And when she started to wash the rear end of her car
She noticed something unusual ...
There, in the dirty film on her rear bumper, was a message
A finger-written message of Christmas kindness that simply read:
"No worries - your angel is watching"
She got in her car and drove off with a smile
And a very warm heart ...
Leaving the dirty bumper just the way it was.
* SIXTH PLACE in "The Good Samaritan" Poetry Contest, Craig Hawkins, Sponsor. *
#Strangers_in_my_life
They know not my name, they know not where I come from, but they care, asks me if I'm well, wish me well and say it with love, they greet me from their heart, day after day without getting tired from doing it, makes me feel safe and valued
I look back home, people I grew up with from childhood until I left home, fear barricades my heart, my bones trembles, I fear to even greet them when we meet, for they will look me from toe to skull, before they greet back, they would curse with smile on, wish I would die, as they walk by
Stretch my lenses closer to my heart, friends and family members who forever tap my back, saying all motivating positive words, while they forget of your existence within a blink of an eye, being all compassionate infront of my mother, and all lasting there, like politicians in front of cameras, checking on you when they want something from you
Wanna take my bags and flee to strangers land, maybe strangers are the only ones who would see a fellow human being in me, not a case to judge, not an emergency line to call when only in need, maybe strangers would love me better, treat me better and value me better than those I know and call my own,
Feel safe in strangers eyes, feel home in foreign land, feel welcome in passerby home, instead of my own tribe, instead of in my own home ground, strangers in my life, taught me blood is now no longer thicker than water, for strangers are better than family and friends, strangers in my life not family and friends
#Poetc_Ink
Poetry has helped me maximize
enjoyment of my functionality as a person
so blessed by the Lord in my capacity as a writer,
teacher, social worker, values coach and an orphanage mother.
I thank God for using poetry to enhance my creative writing skills
through exposure to different free verse and rhyme forms
such as monorhyme, couplets, tristich, quatrains;
as well as to varied techniques.
Without poetry, I would be stuck to academic
writing pursuits in composing news and editorials, while
checking and editing research papers. Also, I would not be given
the privilege to teach and be a mentor to students aspiring to be poets.
With poetry, I am become more fulfilled, believing that I am doing my best
in glorifying my Saviour while expressing my praises through poems
that testify of His love, grace and mercy, along with my gratitude
for His redemption, forgiveness, and peace.
If it wasn’t for poetry, I would not be a member of this vibrant PS Family. I could have missed the opportunities to learn from fellow poets, to have my poems published online and be a part of anthologies, to build friendships with global poets, and to share my faith in the Almighty with freedom and joy.
December 4, 2023
1st place, "If it wasn't for poetry" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 12/5/2023
Seventeen thousand special K
vanished into thin air
in one fell swoop life savings
fraudulent fiend did clear
yours truly duped
courtesy scammer with consummate flair
rowdies in peanut gallery doth jeer
raucous insult to injury outware
any remaining shred,
where peace of mind concerned
unraveling threads feeling victimized
Harvey Specter's lobbed hand grenades
fractured, exploded, destroyed... psyche
how mean spirited and unfair.
Amidst din in noggin
analogous to tower of Babel
meaningless mysterious cable
enclosed holding key
to deliver remuneration
bringing tears of joy
and Hollywood ending
to torturous surreal fable
decrypted applying
following conversion table
7.15 6.21.14.4 13.5
fiasco from fraudster
(fiendish) frazzles father
would elicit flickering salvation.
I still haint reckoned with reality
and shake me head in disbelief
mourning forsaken legal tender
while yours truly merrily
strolling along information superhighway
unexpected encountering grief
sorely missing nest egg
linkedin with devilish scheme hatched
when computer hacker
impersonating Apple technician
lured me into a virtual net.
He (who spoke
with a clipped English affect)
his trust earned,
though no questions I asked him,
thus never double checked
truthfulness of authenticity
regarding his being credentialed
by Apple Computer Company
only after the fact painfully learning
checking and savings accounts wrecked.
Expertise with fleecing
sheepish folks like me
most likely found him laughing
all the way to the bank
donning poised demeanor ernest and frank
allowed, enabled, and provided
being emboldened, empowered
to pull off heist,
which legerdemain possibly refined
playing many a boyhood prank
pull the wool over my eyes
and extracting legal tender
he slyly, knowingly,
and deftly did yank
key personal information
compromising willpower to remain alive,
whereat suicidal ideation
(via prescription medication overdose)
teases as modus operandi to escape
death by a thousand cuts
unsure how I can weather insolvency,
a bitter battle to survive
and bear witness to monies thrive.
April 27 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 29-31
Key Verse – 2 Chronicles 29:2-2 And he did that which was right in the sight of the LORD, according to all that David his father had done. He in the first year of his reign, in the first month, opened the doors of the house of the LORD, and repaired them.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY VESSEL REPAIRER
Lord God, You are my vessel Repairer… along Your sanctifying purification
Thank You for cleansing my filthiness, trespasses and transgression
And my offerings of wrong motives’ devotion
As You receive my sin-admission and confession.
Lord God, You are my vessel Repairer… along Your covenant-fulfillment
Thank You for rebuking my negligence by Your judgment
And my disobedience toward Your commandment
As You propel my commitment.
Lord God, You are my vessel Repairer… along Your joyous presence
Thank You for checking my sacrifices’ lack of essence
And my heart’s need for upright service-iridescence
As You brighten my servanthood’s rejoicing effervescence.
Lord God, You are my vessel Repairer… along Your biblical standard
Thank You for reproving my feeling of insufficiency as Your steward
And my displeasure for being a coward
As You enclose my submission around Your compassion’s guard.
Lord God, You are my vessel Repairer… along Your lawful principle
Thank You for listening to my prayer that’s sincerely simple
And my struggle causing worrisome ripple temple
As You direct my worship to Your holy temple.
Lord God, You are my vessel Repairer… along Your perfection-finishing
Thank You for attending to my frustration’s languishing
And my discouragement against advancement-flourishing
As You watch over my consecration by Your gracious furnishing.
Lord God, You are my vessel Repairer… along Your blessed peacefulness
Thank You for increasing my faith needing steadfastness
And my trust that calls for sturdiness
As You discipline my slothfulness.
April 27, 2023
I know that you got my message
So why did you not reply
Please don't tell me you're busy
Cause that is not an excuse
I wasn't checking but you were online
Probably texting another guy
You saw my status don't deny
And didn't even flinch to say hi
Do you think I deserve that
I guess your true color is starting to show
Hello its been a very long time
I'm just texting to say its hard to move on
I see you are up and running again
Did I mean nothing to you
Was all those words just for show
Its like you had an ulterior motive
Am I not deserving of an explanation
This is the last and final time
I heard that you are doing fine
Its been about how many months
I'm sending this message to say I've moved on
Well I didn't find someone else
But I hope that you've found happiness
And I hope you're being treated well
By the time you received these messages
I might be long gone
I just want you to know it was all real for me
Soldiers Soldier
David J Walker
That Facebook picture I posted is a
Perfecting likeness
of the way I remember you
A soldiers-soldier
1st Sgt … Top
The N C O I C for all occasions
Checking beds &
Checks heads
Checking to make sure we were
Present in the present
And dressed as the best
dress right dress soldiers
The early morning leader of
A three-mile run before chow
There needs to be a panel on the Wall
For soldiers like you who survived it all
In the Nam only to die
of the invisible wounds
Later
When they buried you
I could not be there
But still took my place
on a handle of your casket
and saluted as they played taps
unable to hide my tears
We have since sat together
Sharing many beers in a bar
You quietly listening as I talk about
Old times – Our times
Sometimes
people stare a stop and stare
At the old man mumbling
A chortle alone
Sometimes humming an ancient
Rock n roll song
That Facebook picture haunts my phone
Capitalization and punctuation are automatic to me.
It is what I was taught years ago, and I cannot break the habit.
Haiku is difficult for others insist on no apostrophes or caps.
It is difficult to unlearn what has been instilled and boy was this instilled.
All of those quizzes and tests, which I thought were a waste of time.
Then I began reading other people’s writings, and I was stunned.
Two, to, and too are incorrectly used so many times; too many times.
I get a sense that apostrophes are thrown in willy-nilly for no good reason.
How many times have I seen it’s when they do not mean it is, rather ownership.
To not capitalize a proper noun infuriates my internal gauges.
I am incensed when punctuation is off kilter also.
Checking and rechecking my own work to an idiotic degree.
I am such a product of the sixties, growing up in the corn state.
The home of the ITBS.