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I write of feelings real;
some difficult to express.
And encourage hearts to feel;
with a poetic caress.
My pen interrogates pain;
trying to describe the hurt.
And redefine what is sane;
revealing the hidden dirt.
My poems evoke feelings;
from first breath to Death's embrace.
And shattering glass ceilings;
amplify pride and disgrace.
My words connect with a few;
beyond their expected norms.
For I share their point of view;
through rhyme and established forms.
My muse supersedes all bounds;
exhuming dead dreams and fears.
And my fragmented heart pounds;
visiting anguish and tears.
My soul pools in hurting hearts
as it leaks upon the page.
And anxiety departs;
from the heart of this old sage.
Nobody likes to be studied too closely,
under the microscope we all display
a ridiculous, multicellular idiocy.
What gives us away
is how we squirm as the light seeks us out,
or scurry behind any rock-like molecule
to fearfully disguise
being caught by surprise.
Unlike the noble monkey and ape,
who know not the concept of foolishness,
they do not shy away
from any prying eye - are not ashamed
to be what they are.
We, the unchallenged and unhinged,
avoid at all costs to be studied
even by the flea or ant.
Look up humanity, look to the sky
there are beings up there,
their ships are spyglasses,
their point of view is to study you,
and when they figure us out
they will magnify our intellect,
examine it close
until it gets large enough
to be squashed.
I see what’s happening here…and I know it isn’t right…
We have a government doing everything it can to paint this country white.
A country where only one color is accepted as important…
one gender, one religion…one sexual preference-straight…
but I refuse to join them down their rabbit hole of hate.
I will continue to accept and marvel at our differences…
to find peace and love and joy…
in the very things these people are trying so hard to destroy.
I want to stand up and say to the world…
in a voice as loud as it can be…
To all of you who holding the paintbrush…
you do not speak for me!
That no matter how you try…
your hate will never change my point of view…
That no matter how white you try to paint this country…
our true colors will shine through.
(This poem is written from a dog's point of view.)
When my owner dumped me on the side of the road, I became a stray.
After two years of being a loving pet, she threw me away.
I'm really mad and if I was a human, I'd belt her.
I was caught and brought to this animal shelter.
It was very hard to accept my owner's rejection.
But not as hard as accepting that I'm about to be killed by an injection.
Please don't put me to sleep, I don't want to die.
If you'll let me live a little longer, I may get adopted by one of the people who are
passing by.
Please don't put me to sleep, it's not fair.
I know that I can be a good pet for someone who really cares.
Form:
When things get hard in just plain words, to say this is where we come in handy
The wisdom of beautiful language comes into the world, by one who can create
Words that is worthy of all the people who want or will listen to words of fancy
The things we type or write is from our heart to say the wonders of our minds
We are the type of people who would rather see someone have a gentle smile
With love and lust, with passion, and trust, our methods are sincere and true
With elegant point of view, we seek the heart and life of grand words of virtue
The words we spell is somewhat recognizable with sound that is treasured
We can mimic the earth and sky by words that hang around, float, or fly
We as poets dream beyond the border of words that are use every day
The silence of our views and cues are all we need at time to make people think
Our gentle words that spice the air and words that can have fragrance
With high mountains and cliffs that ravage the surface of our earth is poetry
It is words that have emotions and high respect for several parts of society
Poets are needed to explain some feelings that have been hidden
Society it’s self is blossoming to bring our young and old with words driven
What will you do when it’s your time to shine?
Do you have all your words written down in your mind?
Have you planned for the day when they call on your name?
To lift up a soul and help hide someone’s shame?
Is it easy for you to just stand up and speak?
Anytime, anywhere – any day of the week?
What about when you’re asked to give your point of view
On the many events that take place in the news?
If you’re asked to speak on the ‘good news’ of Christ
To those who yet walk in the world, full of vice.
Do you have rhyming words or a sweet song to sing?
As you share the news of our Resurrected King?
These questions I ask are to keep us in mind
Of the Great Commission given to all mankind!
That our King returns with Victory in His hand,
And all will bow down with their knees in the sand
Giving glory to God – Who truly loved us all
Even though disobedience caused us to fall.
Yet He gave all He had even Everlasting Life.
He forgave us our sins – He took away our strife.
His command said “go forth in the world, filled with love
And be as wise as serpents – but gentle as doves”.
So what will you do when it’s your time to shine?
When God opens up Heaven and says “This child is Mine?”
Granny, you need to push back the plate
Or go down stairs and work on that weight
Granny, you needed to start watching what you ate
Oh! That hurts, you weigh too much
I don't mean to be a grouch and such
But when on me your whole weight touch
My springs start to sag and padding goes flat
Especially when you also add the fat cat
Or that chubbie granddog who weighs ..well fat
Promise me you'll make a new year's resolution
To lose ten pounds that would be the solution
No more confections or pizza or fries try exercise, exercise
(I could not think of one from a chair's point of view and I know that you will find this
strange but I am through. For the Speak, Chair contest.)
It seems a common point of view
that ‘diversity’ is a virtue,
is this a truth that should be sun,
or just a line we feed the young?
Is diversity excellence?
No, it’s a description of difference,
there’s no moral value in that,
nothing to make it good or bad.
I think the real problem begins
when ‘diversity is tied to skin,
skin does not determine your mind,
no value in it will you find.
But they claim it’s ‘identity,’
which seems very racist to me,
and by insisting on this lie,
folks judge by skin, not what’s inside.
Which makes us cast suspicious flares,
and burdens us with endless cares.
Did we speak wrong? Did we offend?
We’re so bound up we can’t be friends.
All these results, so damn perverse,
from a shallow reading of ‘diverse.’
I think it is a better call
to just judge the individual.
But moving past a person’s hide,
to where out cultures do abide,
is diversity good for us?
I think that’s a mixed bag because
All cultures out there aren’t the same,
some function well, some are insane.
from the former we often learn,
the later make us crash and burn.
But point that out and some get mad,
don’t want those cultures to ‘feel bad,’
then they denigrate those that work,
let the failed ideas drive things berserk.
They think failed cultures are ‘oppressed,’
and like to blame those that work best,
so that we cannot appreciate
good ideas we should assimilate.
For cultures and diversity,
it’s only virtue when we judge free.
but this ties to another thing:
Diversity of our thinking.
Our ideas and their differences,
can gives us all more tools, not less.
Unique approaches, philosophies,
can fill in where we cannot see.
New ideas to which we can appeal
to solve the challenge of the real,
but this diversity they hate,
they call it ‘fascist’ and berate
any who will not board their boat,
and sail upon the ship of ‘woke.’
The one diversity that’s fine
they curse as hateful and malign.
Yet still it’s important to us,
and should be seen as virtuous,
the diversity that should be taught
is free diversity of thought.
It's been a good while
Since the last time we talked
I'm definitely better off for it
And hell, I hope you are too
I've realized a lot since then
Since we took a shovel to the spine of our relationship
It's not like a golden ray of light after the night
But more like a fog has been lifted on this highway
You were apparently the sole remaining thread
That tied me to my past so heavily
And as I gaze upon my old kingdoms
My Falconia and Crimsonia are a lot more ruined than I remember
No longer are my memories pure bastions of a Golden Age
No longer do I exclude them from my current point of view
There was plenty of bad amongst the good
And to fetishize them as such was only hurting me
My Full Moon Queen isn't just a concept
Not a long-dreamt dream of an unobtainable goddess
But a woman I loved seven years ago
When I was a child and love was a foreign concept
We've both grown up in different ways
Much as I've gone through countless trials and tribulations
Surely she has as well
Nothing remains static, and all dreams must be woken from
I poured the depths of my mind onto pages upon pages for credit
And turned them in to a man who couldn't hope to read them
Among the sea of similar pages he'd have to read
And yet the concept was enough to shake me from my reverie
It's been a strange few months
No more constant anxiety, which in turn causes anxiety to form
After all, I'm not used to not having something to worry about
It's a strange, empty feeling that I both love and loathe
In a sense, part of me died with you
A part of me that held onto childhood with an iron grasp
That saw everything, even hell, cast in deep twilight
Was it a Golden Age or just gold tinted lenses?
The sun's set a little past twilight
Atop this dusky hill where flowers are starting to bud
I've dreamt this same hill covered in dead leaves under twilight
Same time, same Thursdays, same hill
But with a part of me gone and a new part growing
To fill the hole you left behind
To fill the gaps that growing up left behind
A being of scar tissue and hope, left behind to begin anew
Under the heavens..
we question and learn.
We love and make friends..
sometimes we yearn.
It's all about the good times..
and the hard times too.
We all make mistakes..
there's nothing you can do.
Finding the right answer.
There is always a doubt.
We desire have needs..
we figure it out.
We all have a way..
when the going gets rough.
We stand up and face it..
we have to be tough.
There's wisdom inside you.
Just think it through.
Problems come up.
Have a new point of view.
Gathering strength..
that comes from within.
Takes courage and love..
for ones-self..let it in.
Decide you can make it.
Reach for that goal.
It is your life..
now take control.