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Trailing clouds of glory do we come
When first our cradles do us home.
Smiles beam down like gentle rays of sun
As our parents on us do fawn.
Their hopes are great,through love refracted
But Fortune their hopes has oft redacted.
Creeping to school like a lowly snail
The bard has told the schoolboy's tale.
But palaces of pleasure are now our schools
Where mischief reigns and ignorance rules.
April is still the cruellest month
Where a teenager in confusion runneth
Not sure of who he is or what to do
And sees his life drift far askew.
But once released into his brave new world
To more temptation is his soul unfurled,
Leaving him adrift in a bewildered state
To take drink,do drugs and fornicate.
Yestreen it was better to marry than burn in Hell
Today no such union on him doth rest well
And so his rod on different rivers he will ply
In vain his spirit to satisfy.
Time,the subtle thief of youth,does parade
The body's restlessness to shrivel and fade
And so of potions and pills he does partake
To revivify his lusts the more to slake.
In the foul rag and bone shop that is the heart
His end is so different from its start.
An aged man is but a paltry thing
With his strength gone he cannot sing.
Morphine denies his raging against the dying of the light
And so at last he sinks into eternal night.
I am a purple prisoner of poetry
For when I can’t write woe is me
Darkens my sky the flowetry
Enriches my life the soul of me
Some do drugs roll with me
I just do hugs go with me
Grasping the love of a sheet
Of paper, pen and ink is peace
Muse is a turquoise tool guides me
Ideas are precious jewels inside me
It’s an affliction of discovery
A kind of mission red recovery
Righting what is wrong you see
Writing poems sonnets songs to sing
Some are like the ivory breeze
Others crash into onyx dead sea
One hopes to be indigo inspiring
To tickle brain cells cherry firing
To leave readers denim desiring
Or perhaps even enjoying inquiring
In the jail of a black bipolar mind
Where hell is back and forth in time
Words can be a key or lemon lock in crime
Can be of forms free or form that rhymes
Needing readers to read gives me a high
Hoping that you see a message from divine
Nerd, geek, loser, shy and sweet
The friendliest girl you'll ever meet
But don't have a lot of friends
It is real, not pretend
That sometimes I get lonely
Wishing that others would only
Accept me for who I am
Then maybe I finally can
Go out and have laughs and fun
Knowing somethings new begun
But because I do not try
Things that other people like
I am left out all the time
Look inside me and you'll find
A girl who will be so true
If I just had the chance to
I always put others first
Kindness fills me and will burst
Onto new friends if they could
Let me in then they would
Know who I am meant to be
These words are so truthfully
Spoken from my heart with care
And will never disappear
I treat others with respect
But all I get is neglect
When I try to fit right in
It will all begin again
Strangers always look at me
With eyes that will turn snarky
When we start to talk they learn
Things about me that will burn
Into their minds because I
Do not drink, do drugs, or lie
And have only been with one
Guy since dating has begun
Things in my past made me who
I think is someone rare and true
I just want one chance to prove
With my friendship you wont lose
I like who I am and will not change
Don't ask me to re-arrange
The person I am inside
Accepting me would be so nice
Collaboration with Mitch Taylor
written in 1984 when we were 12
Wherever you go, it’s all around.
Money and drugs goin’ down.
You see ‘em doin’ crack, sniffin’ cocaine
And puttin’ that stuff in their vein.
You don’t do drugs ‘cause you’re no fool,
But those who do think their cool.
Once in awhile, you’ll see a fight,
Usually occurring late at night.
Whoa! Back up, he’s got a gun.
Go to the phone and dial 911.
The cops come over right away.
Looks like hell is here to stay.
If you do drugs every day,
It’s like slittin’ your throat with a razor blade.
‘Cause if you do drugs don’t you know,
Keep it up and you won’t grow.
Why don’t you do some good in your life,
Like get a nine to five and a loving wife,
Two kids and real nice car.
Straighten up and you’ll go far
Or on death row is where you’ll be.
And why? Just ‘cause you didn’t listen to me.
Dear Santa, I miss my mommy;
daddy says she's up in heaven.
And I wanted to write to you
and let you know I've turned seven.
Santa, I don't want any toy,
I want one of my mommy's hugs.
My daddy says I'm a good boy,
and I promise not to do drugs.
Please Santa if Rudolph guides you
can you fetch mommy with your sleigh?
For if you can do that for me
I'd be so grateful, Christmas day!
I know that my dad still loves me
because he hugs me real tight.
But Santa, I miss my mommy
tucking me into bed at night.
So Santa, please, please, please, ask God
if mommy can come back with you.
And I promise that I'll be good
and leave you milk and cookies too.
(Quatrain)
12/7/2017
John Brown died in 2019, it's sad and it's true.
If he hadn't died, today he would've turned 52.
We met at Bean Station Elementary School in 1979.
We quickly became friends, he was a buddy of mine.
But during the last few years of his life, he caused a lot of grief.
He didn't want to pay back what he owed and he became a thief.
When my back was turned, he swiped twenty of my pills.
I wish that it was just a bad dream but sadly, it was real.
I didn't know that John would turn to drugs when I was a kid.
Mark my words, if you do drugs, you will die just like he did.
[Dedicated to John Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019]
Nerd. Geek. Loser. No Good. Waste of Life.
Words that pierced my heart every day of my youth.
It was constant degrading from classmates and even family.
I couldn't go one day without someone telling me how bad I was when all I did was try to be myself.
I didn't drink, smoke or do drugs. Never had detention or got in trouble. Always got good grades. Was on the school newspaper, chess club, a teachers and library aid, and big sister program.
Because I didn't party, cause chaos or turn into a "normal" teen, I was an outcast who never fit in.
Its a shame that if your not in society's "clicks" you do not get accepted as a person.
He did drugs for many years and he finally had to pay.
Because of his drug use, he died one year ago today.
He overdosed last year and sadly, he could not survive.
If he would've had the courage to say no to drugs, he'd still be alive.
When he first started, he smoked pot and later did worse drugs like Meth.
He grew up around the wrong kind of people and that caused his eventual death.
On June 3, 2019, his family and friends had to say goodbye.
If you also do drugs, stop it or you will also eventually die.
[Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died one year ago today on June 3, 2019.]
I wish I had a vision
Of how my life would be
Cause sure as hell
This dead end job
Is slowly killing me
I thought I was a rebel
I thought I was so cool
Didn’t need no education
Didn't need no stinking schools
I was going to be a rockstar
Do drugs play rock‘n’ roll
Drive fast cars
Date movie stars
Before life took its toll
But now I stack the gro-ceries
In the local store
This once young stud
Who was up to no good
Can be a rebel no more
So, to all you wanabee rock stars
Before you take your stand
Take my advice
Before you roll the dice
Make sure you got a back-up plan
Form:
My husband was helping clean out an old shed
With our dog contently watching him
All rubbish items were thrown to the ground
Ready to go in the big hire bin
Very late the same evening while we watched t.v
I thought our dog looked somewhat cock-eyed
Sitting upright with his eyelids closing
Leaning right over to one side
He tried to walk but couldn’t
His legs just wouldn’t move
We popped him between us on our bed
Hoping through the night he would improve.
He lay all night in the exact some spot
Did not even move a limb
I lay awake all night
Cuddling and comforting him
Morning arrived we were off to the vet
Worried and in sombre moods
Though when he woke, off the bed he jumped
Straight to his water and food
He ate ,drank and slept all day long
Our boy was again relaxed and happy
There were no signs anything was wrong now
Other than he was a ravenous ,weary chappy !
Baffled by the situation
We discussed what had occurred
My husband suddenly remembered something
In that moment we both knew …..without a spoken word!
While cleaning out that old shed that day
A small plastic bag found had been thrown to the floor
Inside was some old dried up vegetation
Just some rubbish and nothing more
Our dog was found licking inside the bag
Completely in a world of his own
My husband smelt the bag …..”it was weed”
Our dog had been off his head stoned!!!!