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Someday
Reminders of what once was is all you'll have
As life keeps looking forward you'll look back
Wondering where the time has gone
Wishing you had more
Is heartache the final price we pay
For sin keeping the score
Reality won't care if you don't face it
Cause eventually it still comes along
Forgiveness seems to be the only answer
And the only way to really right a wrong
When's the last time
That you told those you love how much they mean
If only our tomorrows could be foreseen
We'd look at all the days we have
In a very different light
Remembering the happiness
While never losing sight
Reality won't care if you don't face it
Cause eventually it still comes along
Forgiveness seems to be the only answer
And the only way to really right a wrong
Lessons
The ones that we all seem to learn in time
Are the same ones that will haunt us in our minds
It's a lonely road that never ends
When you reap what you've sewn
Taking all the memories of
The ones He's called back home
Reality won't care if you don't face it
Cause eventually it still comes along
Forgiveness seems to be the only answer
And the only way to really right a wrong
Memories
Will soon come to replace a smiling face
Of one with whom you've shared a warm embrace
They'll be with you through all your years
And follow where you go
While the questions keep on coming
It's the heart the fails to grow
Reality won't care if you don't face it
Cause no matter what it still comes along
Forgiveness seems to be the only answer
And the only way to really right a wrong
So remember
Time is of the essence
In the time we have to share
Someday there'll be sorrow
And reminders everywhere
Someday there'll be sorrow
And reminders everywhere
He cries in grief at the funeral, he's just lost his best friend.
He passed away so quickly, but had been loyal to the end.
Observers remarked, he's not a real man, look how he cries.
But, what do you expect a man to do, when a loved one dies.
She's beautiful to the extreme, in countenance and form,
A real temptress, in every way, a star was born.
She makes an overture to him with a knowing smile,
He turns her down, says he's been happily married for a while.
She says listen here honey, a real man can't say no to me!
He says a real man understands the meaning of true loyalty.
He works hard every day, does his best to support his family,
After work some say hey, let's go drinking, have a real party!
He says no thanks, I should really be going back home,
I don't like to leave my wife and kids there all alone.
They said you're joking right, a real man does what he wants to.
He says that's not really the loving thing to do.
His neighbor says come on over, watch the game, in my man cave,
He says sorry, I promised the kids we would go out and play.
Neighbor retorts you're so boring, a real man has all the toys,
He says no, a real man grows up, leaves behind the traits of a boy.
On the highway going home, by mistake he cuts someone off,
The other driver is furious, yelling insults, and horrible stuff.
It continues for miles till they're both stuck at a red light,
The other driver get's out and tries to provoke him to fight,
Says get out of the car, chicken, a real man knows how to fight back
His mild manner turns away rage, self-control is his counter attack.
If your father never taught you, what a real man should know,
It gets so obvious as the years pass, it really starts to show.
All is not lost, just grow up, and assume your responsibility,
Then you will understand what it means to be truly happy.
John Derek Hamilton November 1,2015
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Available and attracting the Action of A.Maze…
Flinging it right and Writing in Sight of a Light
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Slide in the glide of my mid;nights wise and
Smile a while as the Mighty Mice strike…eYes
Lightening cries and thunder rumbles, Dice are
Thrown and the humble mumble… Love it says
Is never a gamble.
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Possible but probable as I sauce the do.able
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Sensational.
Senses mend and we say…
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Form:
The future called and I responded, armed with scars my years of acquired wisdom and rife experience, declared with voice of reason, a projection of matter, called for fellow age group, but trend and fame caught them in its web,
chose to ride alone for alone was I conceived, going against the law of humanity, the spirit of Ubuntu, my mind declared war, war on postponement and wavering, for the journey demands uprightness and bravery,
my undying desires for progress, my inner being erecting flag of hope for generations yet undiscovered, hearing simmering vibrations in my belly button, evoked by my birth cord right, a right to create and leave trademark meant to challenge what God hands designed to no limit,
my undying pride for better and transformative tracks with trails of gazing back no more for the enemy heading the forefront of the future, success. My pursuit for foundation meant to breed seeds of eternal challenged perception and visioning.
Being of the seed that refuse to go unnoticed, placing everywhere, marks that evokes minds and creative of the future, so unshakeable daily on mission to create possibilities where existed none, for the calling still yet not reached it's silent lay, fueling the course to wash every barrier at exposure,
with my contributions like statues meant for generational reference, a generation of matter and reason, of statued and statures, the remarkable signage of irrevocable pioneering for change and immensely innovation, a future called and I heed to the voice
#Poetic_Ink
Racial tension and Floyd
A picture of a committee in defense of human right a picture where serious white man and a woman in a business suit and to black persons This was serious business no one smile except the two black persons that spoiled the gravity of the solemn undertaking
Most black people I have met were like me from a working stiff background I was employed on ships they were mostly onloading cargo from the said, ships, they appeared more open, talkative then us Scandinavians, we don’t say much unless we are drunk in a bar
there was an unspoken racial barrier that made a man whose lowly job was to oil the engine feel racially superior; this was daft as the oiler had more in common with black people than he realized as we both suffered from segregation by those who wore suits working in an office
In America, with her many racial problems, we tended to side with the oppressed black people we had not noticed politics had entered into the fray; let to a man called Floyd, was killed by a cop who had trained for riot control in Israel Floyd, an addict, was not a person to look up to
my father told me once
life, my boy, is give and take
—never forget! and he was still
promptly my teenage mind
set to work and i reasoned:
what mean philosophy
to give and to
expect in return. what about
philanthropy? is charity
dead?
what will Socrates think?
clearly the old man’s logic
was flawed. . .
thirty years later here i stand
in the churchyard, a grown man
having scaled the slippery wall
of life and met with many a fall
my unclean feet paused here at last
beside a grave i’ve seen before
to right a wrong i did in the past
just that and nothing more
just that and nothing more
The consequences known, foretold for years,
a crushing blow would break the country’s back,
eclipsing the most pessimistic fears,
a devastating night of blackest black…
The zealots would be working ‘round the clock
to mete out punishment to those opposed,
while sheeple, noses pressed to glass, just gawked
’neath red bills lest their faces be exposed.
Impossible as it might seem to most,
the world did spin much like the day before,
though once the quakes were dampened on the coasts,
it tilted to the right a little more.
Go hug your neighbor, whether loss or win;
In four short years, we do it all again!
A lass thus dressed half-brash with gown that touched
The edges of my seeing eye ablush.
This richer wine of green, bedeviled beast —
Yes, all her fault unraveled tongue, my speech.
An inch of time opened the myriad
Of seasons...the best of solar systems —
The creaking door alarming with her eyes.
Divine, this emerald city. I’m lost
Between her thighs (she knows not yet). Those eyes!
Oh lovely catlike eyes - the crescent gems
Beguile this slave. Her gown with chains of green.
Hark all! Look away men...her curls do hiss.
Like a seaman at siren’s call, there’s fear —
But no recall of land nor maiden’s face.
The ghostlike mist of Northern lights, her hem.
I’m stitched just right, a ratchet gear of knees.
12/7/2019
Green Dress Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
10 syllables each line
Most in Iambic Pentameter
Discolored ,broken sea-shells
scattered through an unprestine sand,
while those sea-gulls feast on wiggling fish;
remainants of what once was
life tossed ashore:
where the observant
wasn't clement
as if they serve no purpose...
Polluted beach, where folks bake
confidently in the sizzling heat,
not far from discarded and
stenching beer bottles;
it is the perfect oasis
of a compulsive drunken
who drank excessively
regardless of a ban!
Is he that beach bum who sleeps and eats
in a tent made of different materials like silk?
I gaze around this untidy place,
and to the right a gorgeous town
awakens to sound,stretching out to the busy bay
guarded by a white-wash light-house
as that police helicopter thrusts itself
through a nebulous athmosphere,
hiding from its limited sight
the blinding solar light...
Yesterday, the gray-winged swans
bathed in soft-rolling waves;
they jolted when they heard
the children's screams
while the splashing,salt water
got in their excited pupils:
it certainly was
an unexpected surprise...
I imagined to be the boldest captain
when this harbor brought in ships
for a long stay,giving sailors
a chance to roam in town
to find romance:
until their stamina wore off,
forgetting about the guilt
or the vows they solemnly took...
I greeted the park ranger
with a cordial good-morning,
he responded with warmth;
he carried his wide,green hat
in his right swinging hand
and gladly smiled while sweat
ran down his shiny,shaved head!
He continued his long walk by scanning
with his vigilant eyes: everything
from bridges to shore...
Polluted beach,where I couldn't
lie down and idle away
my worry-free afternoon;
it's so strange to see weeds grow on it,
and people still spread their long towels
like they had run out of places to tan!
I'll find another beach
cleaner than the one I've seen,
without the annoying bugs
that make me itch...
Those who live in fear fear to live
Wonders and joys in a world so big
A helping hand can touch a heart
A simple hello makes a friendship start
Happy fool, happy fool
people mock you so
Happy fool, happy fool
they want you to go
Silly it is that a smile is contagious
A joyful soul can calm outrages
Those easily offended like being offended
Rules are straight but happiness is bended
Do what you love and you will love what you do
Remember the Lord and He won't forget you
Happy fool, happy fool
people mock you so
Happy fool, happy fool
they want you to go
Silly it is that a smile is contagious
A joyful soul can calm outrages
The quest for success can leave you blind
Falling two steps from the one you climb
Friends and family can cushion the fall
Perseverance guided by faith trumps all
You can right a wrong but you can't wrong a right
The darkest night yeilds to the morning bright
Failure is not your destination but a stop to rest
It is only a stepping stone on the path to success
In life be good and be true
and you will become a happy fool too