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There are words in my mind
Words in needing for a place on paper
And my pen I left behind
Did I not fear for words be lost forever?
The whiskey is burning within
The warm white lighting… simply a fade
My poetry to hint... only in a dream
For my words tonight will have to wait
I wanted a voice to speak for me
My moment yet… I can only watch passing by
Words… so ever clear I can ever see
Yet serve with means to only wave them goodbye
The paper before me is empty
My pen… I remember to misplace
For in my hand… I held my whiskey
And my words… I forget to chase
And I smile in my abundance
An approach with paper without a pen
A moment where a poet will never learn
Because whiskey… I chose to befriend
I overheard a conversation on the subway train the other day
“This world has become such an ugly place”, is what I heard them say.
Then those words got me to thinking, just why might that be?
What is it that is happening now that makes us appear ugly?
Then somehow it occurred to me, while I was thinking and sitting down
That women all around me were standing there with a frown.
The first thing that was obvious and I was shocked it had happened to me
But somewhere along the way I had forgotten about acting with chivalry.
“Here ma’am have my seat”, are the words that I said,
People all around me looked as if I had two heads.
Even the woman stared and glared at me not moving toward the seat
“I am no weaker than you are”, she said, “I can stand on my own two feet.”
And just for a moment of time that seemed like an eternity
Nobody dared make a sound as eyes stared at the seat empty.
Than an older lady standing nearby said, “I’ll take your seat, young man”
“I haven’t seen some one so polite since I lost my poor husband.”
“It’s so nice seeing in this world gone mad someone still has courtesy.”
And suddenly, right then and there, a beautiful feeling started growing in me.
This world may seem ugly to us when we look out through our eyes
But the beauty still remains in there, we’ve just locked it deep inside.
If we want others to be beautiful, first it’s something we must be
And we still have the power to confront all the bad things that we see.
I held doors open and smiled that day and have forever more
Even for those liberated souls who think I’m such a bore.
Although this beauty is lost on some and probably forever shall be
I still find that one-hundred in one who appreciates my chivalry.
And every time a women or child smiles a smile right back at me
It makes my world seem beautiful and so much less ugly.
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The words passed through my lips,
Before my head had time to think.
The inflicted pain was not the intent;
If only my words I could take back.
Before my head had time to think
My emotions got the better of me.
If only my words I could take back;
Suffering in silence I would prefer.
My emotions got the better of me;
As sometimes they’re apt to do.
Suffering in silence I would prefer;
My immaturity shone through.
As sometimes they’re apt to do,
Words were spoken with a bitter sting.
My immaturity shone through;
It was with thoughtless ignorance.
Words were spoken with a bitter sting;
The inflicted pain was not the intent.
It was with thoughtless ignorance
The words passed through my lips.
It was a summer day dressed in boredom
For four suburban Ohio boys
Looking for some excitement
In their banal lives from their banal toys
We took some old models of Navy ships
To a distant wooded stream
Armed with a box of blue tip matches
And mason jars filled with gasoline
We loaded up the ships
Full of the flammable fuel
And set them adrift in the stream
Thinking we were kind of cool
Then Jonsey had an idea
On how to create an eternal flame
As he slowly poured gas from his jar
Into a ship that towards him came
Before the words escaped our mouths
That his idea was a foolish one
The flame shot up the stream of gas
And his jar he quickly flung
Some landed on my bare legs
Singing adolescent hair before patted out
Then suddenly I was aware
Of the words Johnny started to shout
“Drop and roll, drop and roll,” he did scream
I knew his instructions weren’t intended for me
I looked up and saw a dancing figure of fire
Doug was aflamed from head to knee
I was headed towards him to make a tackle
When he dropped and rolled on his own
The fire was quickly doused
But he was already severely burned
Doug bravely walked home alone
To tell a story that didn’t implicate us
As we watched hidden from down the street
His parents take him to the hospital in a rush
We moped in guilt for hours that day
Before we decided we had to confess
So we made our way back to Doug’s house
And gave it our very best
Doug was going to be okay
A few scars and plenty of pain
His parents made us make a vow
Never to play with fire again
I wore jeans the rest of that summer
To hide my bare, red legs from my Mom and Dad
They never knew the part that I played
In this saga that turned out bad
As future summers came along
We accepted the boredom quite solemnly
Not wanting to repeat that day
We tried to escape the banality
A traveler in this journey of life
I pass though so many lives
So many lives pass through me
some a flicker in time
some linger a lifetime
and in every life,
every sparkling eye,
every laughing face,
is a trace of that life embedded in my soul
I walk this journey alone
except for the live that have touched mine,
who left their fingerprints on my heart.
They are the only reason I continue on
for their words and kindness have given meaning to a weary traveler
I wish to leave nothing but good feelings in my wake
and hopefully my journey will be a successful one
and perhaps,
before I go,
I can leave behind a few words of comfort,
or passion, or solitude, or joy
to someone after me.
are the words of an old man stronger than a contract?
is a tear for another known as human contact?
do you know where you have really been today?
a flawless woman of the earth fashioned by clay
the words under my breath I wish I said aloud
those who don’t want to conform but still go with the crowd
a lovers phone forever hanging off the hook
the blank pages you never wrote down in your life’s book
a darkroom photographer anticipating the emerging print
the missing word riddle given without a hint
when a drawing leaps from the page its resting in
a robin abandons the place her eggs were nesting in
watching a wall of rain move over the grazing field
an orange left rotting because it was never pealed
two morning lovers waiting for the rising sun to appear
the unemployed father ordering another beer
the light left on in the window of the eleventh floor
the man who can never escape the carnage of war
some things to ponder and some that I’ve just realized
the pure portrait of life doesn’t always have to be idealized
I remember
That summer
Days in slow motion
Longer nights
Nothing to do
Bored
And angry
I enlisted.
Military orders
In breast pocket
Standing In formation
Gear
Next to my right leg
Family, friends and memories
Lurking
Somewhere in the shadows.
Cargo plane
Engines thrusting
Size beyond imagination
Pushing through a crowd
Of olive green fatigues
I grab a seat near the back
Meet another soldier
Friendly round face
Broad shoulders
Southern drawl
We share some things in common
I call him Country
He calls me City.
An eternity
Flying in the clouds
Hours pass
We finally land
Stomach churning
Running on adrenalin
We disembark
Carrying 90lb backpacks
Walking into
Oppressive heat
Nauseating smell
Suspicion everywhere
In the distance an ugly black cloud
Blocks the sun
From a place where children hide
And death is just a step away.
Numb with fear
All the tough words and slogans
From basic training
Slip away
I grip my rifle
A soldier yells out
Watch my back
And I’ll watch yours
The words strike a raw nerve
Country slaps me on the back
Up front someone cracks a joke
Nervously we laugh
And I think to myself
Maybe it won’t be so bad after all.
26 June 08 8:15 am
Here I sit with my heart all broken,
too many words I’ve left unspoken.
Selfish pride and hurt unhealed
from wounds that were made from double edged steel.
Had I had a heart of forgivness and an open mind
I would not be sitting here writing this rhyme.
Time dose not heal all wounds you see,
it is true forgiveness and a love that’s free.
So write these words within your heart
“I love you, I forgive you, and I’m sorry “
And when you are hurt let them flow like a rushing river,
it will cleanse your soul and your heart will be delivered.
Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009
Form:
If I knew… there need not be
Have you known… have you seen?
Did you wish not for what to see?
Is there that wish for that dream?
I would have known otherwise
You would have known the other
If I do, do you not deny?
Are there those words if not meant for another?
Those of words not meant to be
That of said… as well I do not hear
If seen ain’t never for one to see
What lies for one’s heart to truly dear?
I do not know until
Might I have known an otherwise?
Those of words… if only you knew
Need I for another to… lie
If your knew… there need not be
You have seen… would you have known?
Have you wish not for what to see?
Is there that dream… once own?
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Mother...President...Teacher...Poet...&...Form
A MOTHERS LOVE
Mother always called me a lousy kid, with a shove
I was the only kid she wanted to get rid of
On my head she always smacked me hard.
She would always slam me calling me a retard
My mother gave me the best slamming love.
((( my mother the best slammer there ever was)))
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WE ARE THE WORLD
Slam back at any country, at any given event
I feel bad for any so called President.
"WE THE PEOPLE" the Republic and the Democrat.
Slamming each other talking crap.
In a world full of slam and argument.
((( The world toughest fight is slam not war )))
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TEACHERS PET
Our teachers kept on and on how we where wrong with a fuzz.
She just stood there and slammed each and everyone of us.
Making us write an essay on broken rules.
Kept us all after school calling us stupid fools
Who knew teachers where allowed to slam and cuss?
((( Teachers words of slam can ruin any future )))
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ROAD BLOCK
Have you ever heard of a poet blocker.
All they are is a slam stocker
They over abuse their blocking right.
Trying to make other poets fight.
Always trying to slam a point across, like a mocker.
((( Hating against any form of poetry is a slam it self )))
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JUDGING CONTEST
Can you guess that slam is just a risky business
Picking out the best slam words from the rest.
Testing out a form we don't know how to let it flow.
Darn the soup for putting slam on the box below.
Even the best have join my slamming contest.
((( Thank you Soup for SLAMMING us with your A-Z list-form)))
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