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She doesn’t seem
To want to be held
She’s beginning to think
I don’t appreciate
The comfort she provides
We’ve been at this for some time now
You’ve been gone for some time now
By the time you make it back
To where I am
You’ll be gone again
I don’t seem
To want to be held much
You just can’t turn me off
And turn me on
Or turn me on just to turn me off
I’m not angry
I’m not that far from anything
I may see you later, I may call
And I just may not come back at all
We’ve been at this for some time now
You’ve been gone for some time now
By the time you make it back
To where I am
You’ll be gone again
I don’t think I’ve ever been held
By someone and not something
I’m not sure I’ve ever been forgiven by love
I don’t know if I’ve been callused
Or I just can’t really feel
What's wrong with you?
Is all you ever said to me.
You said I am nothing,
but I just don't agree.
Who do you think you are?
Do you think you can read my heart?
You don't know anything about me.
Can't you see the good inside of me?
If only you knew, what I know about you,
then, maybe, you could understand,
the kind of man I am,
and for what I stand.
I know, I know, you've had a hard life,
but why do you think that gives you the right,
to look down on me, to criticize everything,
Don't you know...how could you know...
That everything you say and do,
affects everyone around you,
affects me too.
Despite everything I've seen,
even your envy of me,
I can still see, all the good in me.
Your point of view cannot change,
what I believe.
Your animosity, cannot change my point of view,
I really do just feel sorry for you.
If only you could eradicate your jealousy,
then you would be happy,
like me.
Life's so much better without envy.
John Derek Hamilton November 13,2013
Revised from song lyrics October 24,2015
The Poetry Contest
I'll tell you a tale, I'm sure you'll agree
It'll interest those who write poetry
A poets contest
To find one who's best
To go down in historic anthology.
For the contest a massive hall was found
Poets arrived in droves from miles around
Some flew in by plane
By boat others came
With great expectations of being crowned.
The first prize was a case of finest wine
Poets revised their work so they'd sound fine
Some went weak and freaked
Others loudly shrieked
All coveting the prize - juice of the vine.
First up was a Scot with the name of McNee
He'd supped too much beer 'cos it was cost free
Then his beer he spilt
Wind blew off his kilt
Thus his ‘endowment' the whole world could see.
Next came Pam, like a glam model she dressed
She breathed deeply and out popped her huge breast
With thunderous roar
Guys yelled out for more
With an eyewink she said 'I am the best'.
28th December 2020
I
count
the weeks
the days
the hours
until the dreaded day arrives
the day that you were taken
the very time
the very moment
the very second
you were gone
so cruelly picked
so out of the blue
so why ~ I ask
did they choose you
My darling boy
the dearest husband
sweet loving father
and loyal friend
Whom I wonder made the choice
on that day your life would end
I wish I knew the answer
I wish I could have known
I would have held you as you went
I would have told you of my love
I would have been there at the end
to hold your hand ~ to say goodbye
to watch your sweet soul soar up high
my only son ~ my precious one
please let me know that you are now
somewhere safe with those you loved
patiently waiting up above
for us below ~ who loved you so
My Son ~ please somehow let us know
Written 1st September 2020
as the 1st anniversary fast approaches…
Contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE 6
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
Contest SECOND CHANCES FOR ANY N/A ANY CONTEST IN SEPTEMBER 2020
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
7th PLACE in a PREMIER CONTEST
Girl, what am I gonna do about you?
My heart is breaking in two...without you...
I've cried a million tears...just wishing you were here...
now what am I gonna do about you?
Babe, my dreams have all turned blue without you...
I can't sleep the whole night through...without you..
I toss and turn all night...trying to make a wrong go right...
now what am I gonna do about you..?
Girl, I don't want no one but you...I love you...
Now my life is half of two...without you...
You're the apple of my eye...my broken hearts reason why...
now what am I gonna do without you?
Babe, my whole world has lost its view...without you..
now what am I gonna do about you?
I can't even start anew....I just keep on missing you...
now what am I gonna do about you?
Girl, I can't sleep the whole night through...without you...
my dreams have all turned blue...without you....
my life has turned into...a world so lonely...blue...
now what am I gonna do about you?
Babe, I don't want no one but you...I love you...
my life has turned so blue...without you...
I've cried a million tears...just wishing you were here...
now what am I gonna do about you?
now what am I gonna do without you..
now what am I gonna do without you..?
Invisible to others,
But visible to you,
Oh, Mother,
In the light but hidden from view,
Yet seen by you,
Oh, Mother,
I cried,
I don’t want the world to see me as I am,
I don’t want the world to see me in my messy puddle,
I don’t want the world to see this lesser part of me.
Oh, Mother, embrace me,
Oh, Mother, tell me again those words that guide me through a turbulent sea.
Oh, Mother, my heart bleeds, and my mind plummets into the darkest night.
There’s a deep silence.
My mother smiles and holds my hand,
As tears stream down my face.
August 18, 2026.
When my future son says,
"But I don’t want to find someone else,
I want to be with her,"
and his eyes carry the weight of a thousand broken stars,
I will see my own reflection in the tremor of his voice,
a younger version of me,
clutching at the ruins of a vanished embrace.
I will sit beside him,
silent, like a tree rooted in the storm,
and I will not say,
"You’ll move on,"
or,
"Time will heal."
For I know the sharpness of that lie,
how it cuts like a blade dipped in salt.
Instead, I will tell him,
"Son, there are loves
that refuse to fade,
that grow like wildflowers in the cracks of our soul,
even as we try to forget their names."
And when his tears fall,
I will let them,
for they are rivers that carry grief to the sea.
And I will remember—
the nights I spoke her name to the moon,
the mornings I awoke to her absence,
the ache that time could only make quieter,
not smaller.
He will ask,
"What do I do now?"
And I will not have the answer,
only this truth:
"Carry her gently, my son.
She will live in the corners of your heart,
like a song you hum without knowing why.
And when the world tells you to forget,
don’t.
She is part of who you are."
I will watch him weep,
and in his tears, I will see mine—
a lineage of love and loss,
passed from father to son,
like an heirloom
no one asks for,
but everyone learns to cherish.
Across the miles
A man moves in space
To reunite with his link…
To the future.
The child struggles against the specter of sleep.
He feels the excitement of being reunited, almost succumbing to the dark cloak of slumber…
He makes it, tho.
The father, with a curious combination scent of sweat, Lagerfeld, smoke and fabric softener
Enters the room.
The child, eyelids heavier than lead,
Rushes forward.
He grabs his DNA link
At the knees…hugging hard…hugging long.
“I love you Dad”, his tiny voice said.
“I stayed up late just to see you!”
The father grabbed him by the armpits,
And pressed the child’s face against his wiry beard.
And a kiss sealed the transaction.
A pure and essential show of love…
A love that transcends all love…
The love between this father and son…
And the child slept the sleep of peace.
© Richard A. Martin, Jr. MD CPC, 1996
oh come, my dear little wee one
what a long, full day you've had
this is the last that you'll see sun
but please, now, don't you be sad
the sun, just like you, can be shy
though it may never seem in a rush
it will soon give a kiss to the sky
to say its good night with a blush
~
my dear little wee one
do not make a peep
blow a kiss to the sun
as you both welcome sleep
the moon and the stars
will dance with the morn
to spindle dreams, sweet
'til a new day is born
~
oh come, my dear little wee one
it's time to make ready for bed
the blush of the heavens has begun
just like you, its cheeks turn to red
the sun works so hard in the daytime
so it just needs to rest for a while
all day it shines bright in your playtime
but is there every morning to smile
~
my dear little wee one
don't whisper a sound
blow a kiss to the sun
you're both slumber-bound
the moon and the stars
will dance 'til you wake
to spin your dreams, sweet
to the morrow's daybreak
~
oh come, my dear little wee one
as the stars wink pink high above
find your noggin a sky's cloudy pillow
bundled warm in my blanket of love ...
~
my dear little wee one
do not parlay your cry
blow a kiss to the sun
as the eve draws nigh
the moon and the stars
will dance thru the night
to spin your dream, sweet
'til a dawning day's light ...
and remember - I love you ...
with all ... my ... might.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Nursery Rhyme 5" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.
An Egyptian I never could be,
but since reading of their history,
in limerick form
I now write to inform
my friends of the Gods’ family tree.
From “Waters of Chaos” came Nun,
the only God under the sun.
The first piece of ground
rose up as a mound.
Hun stood there and coughed up a son!
Hun spat out the God of Air, Shu,
and he spat out a cute goddess too.
Tefnut was her name.
Moisture was her fame.
She and Shu beget children - two!
Their son was named Geb; the girl, Nut.
I’m not sure how to say her name, but
I sure like to say
Goddess Sky’s name the way
that rhymes with the famous King Tut.
When he laughed, the son Geb, “God of Earth,”
made the earth shake beneath his great girth.
I think Geb is busy
in modern days, for he
quakes often, for he’s fond of mirth!
For the tale to proceed, there ensued
some more incest, and not to be crude,
Nut, the Goddess of Sky,
got it on with the guy,
King of Earth, and they had a big brood.
There came forth from their coupling,
Queen Isis and a new Earth King,
Osiris, who was
a good king because
he ruled all rebirth, a great thing!
One son, against harmony, came
to kill Osiris, and his name
was Seth; once again
like the story of Cain -
an envious brother to blame.
But Seth got his just desserts when,
having married his Mom Isis, then
he was killed by HIS son,
named Horus, who won
the throne, and so “good” ruled again.
From Seshat to Sekmet to Rah,
Gods were worshipped by ancients with awe.
You’d have worshipped them too
had you been born to do
your poems on papyrus. Ha ha.