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Darkest Poems With Coffee
Darkest Poems With Coffee
Released on August, 28th 2025
Hard work pays off
4th book I’ve published
Have a keen I for detail
I’m beyond grateful
Maybe a bronze metal
I’ve been writing for 6 years
Document poems here and there
Consumed by pen and paper
Be inspired to sharpen your writing skills
I’ve finally reached #1,000 poems
I’m always behind with my work
In solitude behind closed doors
All my books are on Amazon
Just type in my name, Charles Gadbois
Thanks for all of your support
The love of poetry endeavor
Read in between the lines
Before the ink runs dry
TIME MACHINE
The Clock has been set for 1955,
For a journey into my history book,
Time Machine fired up and primed,
So, lets travel back, take a closer look.
Step outside into a strange new world,
Outside the house where I was born.
Like something from the olden days,
Children in clothing, tattered and torn.
Difficult to comprehend the scene,
Did I truly live during this time?
As if I’d arrived in an ancient land,
Strangely spectacular, surreal and sublime.
The Town has character but colourless,
No obvious signs of wealth.
Air is thick with smoke and sulphur,
Factory chimneys choke citizen health.
Noticeable the absence of bright light,
Men in flat caps and smoking.
Cigarette billboard for Senior Service,
Two and six for Twenty, must be joking.
Very few cars on the roads,
Bus Conductor, “Hold on tight”, any more fares.
Most of the men must be at work,
Street full of Ladies, Toddler in tow.
Milk fourpence a pint, that’s old money.
Loaf of Bread, just ninepence today.
Butter, reduced this week, just Two Shillings,
Mind you I’ve just seen the wages they pay.
In the bank window is a vacancy;
“Required experienced Gentleman Ledger Clerk
Generous annual salary £720 per annum
48 hours, excellent pay rewards hard work”
I contemplate the incredible changes,
During my life time of Sixty-Two years,
Almost like an HG Wells Novel,
Gazing in wonder, I fight back the tears.
My heart urges me to stay,
But the head, knows I must leave.
Mourning for people no longer here,
For a time in my past, I grieve.
Our school sails on serene rivers of excellence.
A model of hard work and unfeigned resilience.
Here we train leaders of our century's future,
irrespective of tribe, religion and culture.
Here we soar ceaselessly beyond our sky's limit
by imbibing skills required for our dream's zenith.
In utmost straining and striving we hardly yield.
Yet our persistent spirits know not dismay.
Because our fruitful toiling will brilliance convey,
on this placid and fertile academic field.
In our lofty mission we are second to none,
as we realize our vision of being number one.
Adorable the unparalleled in service,
will make a genius once considered a novice.
I am fed up of falling this failing fall
no person has fallen this far before
have fallen through the very floor
can’t force further (crack) there’s more!
How much farther can I take?
rather damaged worn down straight,
dumbstruck as to what I gravitate,
numb touch powerless to heavy weight.
Bang! whoosh the fall stops,
flying now in control at pace,
and I can’t even see the top,
but am getting out this horrid place!
acquired harsh scars my skin carved
mentally emotionally starved
my on fire heart
alike matter in stars
I matter shine light solar
shooting shredding but never over
hell bound to ground moves ever closer
then I rip out my own orbit ferocious
Confusion seeds both depression and gravity,
fresh understanding brings me clarity,
Ima mine resource fuel this mission out of me
making hard work and success a familiarity.
until finished forgetting head drops
and spaced expressions, saving face,
those glorious days long forgot,
reinvent so no longer hard to trace.
If tired and I cannot concentrate,
I’ll pace rest and accumulate
strength snowballing non to waste
desire for progress and then I’ll race!
I was raised with a warrior core,
I’ll fight to fly, glide and endure,
negative energy in procedures
to positive power of believers!
undoubtedly kick the doubt out of me
no being down and drowsy
drawing in air a surrounding sea
repeatedly thrust arms kick feet
I'm minced meat sharks can't eat
sick of the dark so light I seek
majestic hunger never weak
crowning the monarchy
my throne my seat
been battered bruised not beaten
how have I lost I’m still breathing?
claw all above til down beneath
steal my life back from the thief!
Cus if you breathe it be it,
then you'd better believe it,
you can breed it bleed it,
forever your being!
always believe,
always being,
the being,
you're being,
make being believing.
Thought I was defeated
oh please, looks deceive
Onslaught Now I’m back up
victory is believed, destiny.
I'll be what I set out to be
You could see the lone figure in the pale, fading light,
Bedding down the doggies for a restful night.
He had been in the saddle since early morn',
Now feeling the aches of the drive that made him feel "worn".
The three other horses he had taken from the remuda that day,
Were now being tied and fed, as they whinnied and neighed.
"Woh, cattle...Woh, cattle", he sang softly to the steers,
Another six weeks on the trail and he would be filling his night with beers.
When the herd was quiet, the first 'Nighthawks' came,
He sighed with relief, as he tugged on the reins.
In just a few minutes he was putting his saddle and bedroll aright,
the grub made...biscuits, beans, and salt pork for tonight.
Then he unbuckled his gunbelt and laid down in his place,
Knowing full well, he'd be up before dawn to relieve the man on the trace.
It was hard work but he loved it, or so he said,
More of the Chisolm waited for them up ahead.
Yet it was the cows, the horses, the danger, and freedom he dared,
And those few other comrades whose journey he shared.
Yes, it was this "Cowboy Life" full of its highs and lows,
It was all that he needed, and was the life he chose.
This is a message to children who lack sincerity in school. Hard work always gives easy success. Whatever hardwork we do during our school days, decides our future for entire life. Its not only about studies but the sincerity which is developed along with it.
This is a story of two brothers.
Who lived together forever.
Both enjoyed the dignity of a patrician.
Well bred with values and tradition.
Sharp contrast of a Strategician and a tactician.
JUXTAPOSITION OF HARDWORK DURING SCHOOL DAYS
Given his druthers, Veerang would skip studies,
Would escape to play snooker and pool with buddies.
A boaster, prodigal spender and his pathological lies.
Hard work during childhood is just about studies, he didn’t realize.
Krishnang, sincere and studious, positive and jovial.
Help to mom, a great company to sisters, extremely capable.
Topper in school, loved by all, he was just so amiable.
Yes, both grew together.
One believed in hard work, another preferred leisure.
JUXTAPOSITION OF HARDWORK DURING ADULT HOOD
With freedom comes responsibility.
It’s not only about us but our family’s and parent’s dignity.
Hard work during childhood decides our ability.
Yes, our capabilities and the possibilities
In a way our acceptability and applicability.
Krishnang, goes for holidaying across nations.
Veerang is still striving to boil the ocean
What an irony, hardwork now is a compulsion.
JUXTAPOSITION POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Silent One
Date: 21st Nov; 2020
3/23/17
Skilled like James T. Kirk
Fred Durst
And William Randolph Hearst
Putting in work
And occasionally going berserk
In and out of dirt
For all that it's worth
Respect the universe
And Earth
Regardless of if times keep getting worse
Is there such a thing as a curse?
Or does it need more evidence and research?
Debts becoming hard to reverse
And certain bills due on the first
Met a nurse
Wearing a Louis Vuitton purse
And Converse
She began to flirt
Told me she liked Lil Durk
Hot Boy Turk
And Lil Uzi Vert
So we had some home cooked surf n' turf
Then girl said she had something special for dessert
What happened next was that she took off her shirt and skirt
With a smirk
Next day saw someone continuing to lurk
It was a red alert
Due to them trying to usurp
All of my hard work
No matter the hurt
Still things are being learnt
So long as I immerse
Instead of remaining inert
Not a fan of percs
But I do like purp
All across the Earth
Got to search for work offering even better perks
Near and far from any birch
Cooked Jamaican Jerk
Chicken, and due to a faulty timer, it was almost burnt
B.S. leaving me irked
Close and beyond areas where materials may be dearth
Worldwide, people with responsibilities that they shirk
Since erst
Guns single shot, semi to fully automatic, or with some kind of burst
Regardless of if I ever again go to church
In the end will I be forgiven for all my dirt?
By: Dalton Ogletree
Mother always said that education would lead us to the land of success
Mother always had away of making education fun
Mother said a little hard work and devotion never harmed anyone
Mother believed that hope and faith worked hand in hand
Mother always had away with words
Mother once said that education would make you a fisherman of all fishermen
I never understood what mother meant
Until I grew out of childhood and became a man
Little children listen to the words of the wise
Education is the food of survival
Without it you will wither
Like the leaves on the tree top on a cold wintery night
The wind will blow violently against your branches
And not even your charm or your good looks will be able to stand its might
Lack of education would be your downfall
So listen to the words of the wise that no longer walks the pathway of a fool
I too was a child
But now I am a man
Mother was right
Education opens the doorway to great things.
Fistful butterflies sway along with the wind.
Ever frolicking through the vibrant desires.
Fistful sand slipping down in haste.
Unbothered about the delays and tussles around.
Fistful days flipping over.
Highlighting every single day.
Fistful memories binding themselves together.
Creating a most treasured treatise.
Fistful wishes probable, contingent or disguise.
Forever igniting the coal inside.
Fistful choices through the passable maze.
Attempt to escape but no respite.
Fistful thoughts sparkling out of palpitating chords.
Capable of entangling entire life.
Fistful learning running through the veins.
Enabling sturdy stature to prevent the derail.
Fistful steps towards the embarkation.
Creating a journey that travels through the stars.
Fistful smiles fluttering around in joy.
Contagiously sorting out the difficulties and sorrow.
Fistful opportunities that emanate from hard work.
Enough to be the cynosure through the rise.
Fistful always lets the phoenix rise.
Every creation is a conscious choice.
Fistful time .....may what....may I write!
3min Write' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Dated: 16.09.2024
Life has a meaning if you wake up from stupor
Procrastination will not help you achieve goal
days pass, years waste away, making you a loser
wake up before time takes a worst turn, death bells toll
When there was nothing there was God who created
A beautiful and pristine world for man to live
Be a vicegerent and protect the ill-treated
To be kind towards all to forget and forgive
Work to live, live to work is a motto well served
Stupor belongs to the Devil, fans his ego
Some rest after a day's hard work is well-deserved
Work without required sleep results in vertigo
So, wake up from ever deadly stupor my friend
Take up unfinished tasks to give meaning to life
It's never too late for an evil soul to mend
If not, words of evil and slander will be rife