Long Trevor Poems
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Left the bar at a sprint
Where city of the raccoon fell
Paused in mist
of silenced hill
as siren screamed
Halloweened in Haddonfield
Ran the razor shadowed gauntlet
of elm street
Scanned the errs
My cabin in the woods
Bruce with loose hand in hand
left for dead in the morning
Sat for hours on the screens
but i wasn't there during the day
Saw a man amputate himself
Stared through anothers eye holes
While Jeepers creepers stung the air
Turned away from Samara
as she pulled from static screen
It made the penny wise
Out last the last of us if Ellie had her way
Slipping sun draped dunes
of San Andreas
as Trevor rants away
This is the first of five found poems based on Microsoft dictation trials. I took the verbatim text filled with gibberish and put into poetic stanzas otherwise no editing.
Her and they moved to
a the final inspection went well
with E wall
back to the apartment
and brown
we had left the keys
are in the car
but fortunately
we ran two
are rules that TV does not
ruin were bought
baby by Jews
they’ll be able to see you
and your evening
we win
two Home Depot and Costco
and then who can free pizza
for dinner we want to eastern market
and shot the movie
dress report to the berber
back home
and went to bed
about the nine
the dictation is working up
from 50% of the time
cue-card will keep
the hope that the difference
in win over to
in the meantime
I will keep brokerage
and user to ride
bay from all working
you in this
is Trevor Rowe junior middle school?
Microsoft did tuition
continues two 50%
of the time
one the visual dictation data
his sometimes schuler’s
shall I am sure
even when you shoot a film,
today we’ll meet with Perot’s
to turn over the key
and then paid the porch
and weather permits
and then maybe have dinner
with more drivers
wore see the movie
Mama Mia
should be a good
if I have time
High-level
also do some solutions all
Still having problems with my group
saw fit to Asia
still very strange
each results
it’s well as run
the south: today in that age
Each poem better than the last
I write them to improve.
But looking back should add to fact
that nothing's new to prove.
When all I write is soon passe'
for better works of art.
And all I know is what I am-
a better cheat of heart.
So what's it take to say I'm good-
to set my work apart.
When each new work gets better still
and cheapens from the start?
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Part Two -by Trevor McLeod
Atlas! I know what cheapens art.
The better piece of heart.
When all I know is what I do
is take a piece of start.
That each new thing is started from
a single work of art.
And that I do gets better still
when each piece weeps the start.
my x has been boxed
Stations have been played
nine ten do
switch
my reality virtualised
my intelligence artificialised
escaping fear in evil
residently near
Trevor smiles
as his stole car
switch gears
Of wars i am well versed
Honoured with medals
Never smelt the Battle field
Duty always called
From mist
filled silent hills
screaming megaphones call
Half my life lived
Fi-fa-foo-fum
I smell the blood
of a lego x-man
Mind my craft
Spy with row
Crash the band
i could
Assassin hid by hood
Redemption read
Dead rise and walk
May i cry ask the devil
Raid the den
The division with which her
smile has changed
wonder if these days
are the last of us
I have attempted to capture my favorite major league baseball players in this little shape poem of home plate. Included are (in no particular order):
Say Hey Willie Mays Walter Johnson (Big Train)
Randy Johnson (The Big Unit) Babe Ruth (The Sultan Of Swat)
Tony Gwynn Jimmie Foxx
Ted Williams Maury Wills
Stan “The Man” Musial Johnny Bench
Ken Griffey Jr Greg Maddox
Henry Aaron Lou Gehrig
Roberto Clemente Ty Cobb
Satchell Paige Ernie Banks
Rickey Henderson Carl Yastrzemski (Yaz)
Trevor Hoffman Albert Pujols
Gibson (Bob and Josh) Honus Wagner
Rogers Hornsby Cal Ripken
Robinson (Jackie, Frank and Brooks)
Some favorites I had to leave out…
Christy Mathewson Warren Spahn
Sandy Koufax Tom Seaver
Mickey Mantle Rod Carew
Joe Morgan Ozzie Smith
Mariano Rivera Miguel Cabrera
Pedro Martinez Ichiro Suzuki
David Ortiz Jose Altuve
I’d love to see your faves mentioned in the comments section!
written 24 Aug 2020
today we have gathered here on one accord
to celebrate this union orchestrated by the Lord
a marriage, that state of matrimony what our people call 'jumping the broom"
for Aleshia Zaneta, the beautiful bride and Trevor Anthony, the handsome groom
marriage is not to be taken lightly it requires a whole lot of labor
just always love and respect each other as you already have God's favor
you're evenly yoked in your faith and true disciples of Christ
remember in all things to put God first and let Him guide your lives
as a husband Trevor your role is to protect, respect and support
and never to answer that question, "honey, do I look fat in these shorts?"
as a wife Aleshia your role is to encourage, respect and keep the home neat
and train your new husband Trevor not to leave up the toilet seat
whenever I'm in the presence of the both of you
I see the love you have for each other emanating through
and when I happen to see you gazing into each other's eyes
I see the wonder on your faces that God has given you this love prize
It's May thirtieth in the year two thousand nine and we'll never forget this date
for that's when we witnessed a union of love which is rooted in faith
CONGRATULATIONS, HALLELUJAH, OH HAPPY DAY
I WRITE THIS POEM OF LOVE FOR YOU BOTH ON YOUR WEDDING DAY
Will you be my friend
By Dustin Branum
I think I hate my life today.
Why must I feel this way?
And this pain just won't go away,
And there's no sunshine for me today.
My blue skies turned to gray.
I think I hate my life today.
There's got to be a better way.
Orchestrating my own dismay,
I need to find my happy place.
Fake smile on my face,
Please help me find Amazing Grace.
I think I hate my life today.
Can anyone hear the words I say?
Please help me find a better way.
I don't want to be alone today,
I think I need a friend today.
Please help me find my happy place.
I think I hate my life today.
Must I need to compensate?
Suicidal thoughts I contemplate.
I think I hate my life today,
All alone, and to my dismay.
My beautiful mind, it fades away.
Does it really have to end this way?
No friends, no life, no reason to stay,
There isn't much left for me to say.
I think I hate my life today.
Will it be just another day?
Will someone finally hear the words I say?
Sunshine through the blue, no longer gray.
I think I hate my life today.
I think I found a friend today,
Will you help me find my happy place?
I think I like the words you say.
I think I like my life today.
Dismantling my reason for dismay.
You helped me find a better way
With your gift of blue to paint my gray.
I think I love my life today.
You are more than just a friend today—
You're my Destiny, my life, my happy place,
My hero, my heart, my reason to stay.
I think I love my life today.
• National Crisis and Suicide Lifeline: Call or text 988 anytime in the US and Canada. In the UK, you can call 111.
• Crisis Text Line: Text HOME to 741741 to connect with a crisis counselor.
• The Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386 (for LGBTQ youth)
You're not alone and nothing is worth your own life. Please reach out to one of these resources, or to a trusted friend, family member, or mental health professional. Your life is valuable, and there is hope for a brighter future. I will always be your friend.
Love peewee
Oh how sad I feel for you
All the pain you must be going through
I never got the chance to meet uncle Trevor
But the stories you told me I still remember
You may not understand God’s plan
Why he took this loving man
When I called you, hearing how you cry
I wish you didn’t have to say Goodbye
I know this hurt through losing a father
But I cannot imagine what it’s like losing your partner
A lifelong companion and best friend
I pray to God your heart He’ll mend
He may not have remembered much, but this I trust he knew
The unconditional love that was shared with him by you
I know right now the only thing you want to do is cry
Oh I wish you never had to say goodbye
Your loving husband is sitting around the throne
But know that God will not leave you alone
When uncle Trevor went to Heaven today at 2
All his memories came back and he remembers you
*Dedicated to a very special lady in my life who lost her husband today. He suffered from Alzheimer and did not recognize her anymore. He developed pneumonia and unfortunately did not make it*
I Remember -by Trevor McLeod
The soldiers gathered at the wreath I remember.
The coffin covered just beneath I remember.
The poppies at the corner store I remember.
The amputees the coins were for I remember.
The fighters flying through the sky I remember.
The trail of red to catch the eye I remember.
The bombers at the airport strip I remember.
The radar with the foreign blip I remember.
The sailors with the semaphore I remember.
The air raids to incoming horror I remember.
The sailors with the folded flags I remember.
The victims to their body bags I remember.
The granite tomb to seal them in I remember.
The sign outside to say we win I remember.
The cemeteries many stones I remember.
The flowers growing through their bones I remember.
The bugle player playing taps I remember.
The Sargent Major never claps I remember.
The crosses planted by their head I remember.
The helmets hanging off for dead I remember.
The Legion playing in the band I remember.
The drummer pausing for a stand I remember.
The legion drinking in the hall I remember.
The stories being shared by all I remember.
The rifles firing twenty-one I remember.
The bullets deafening to the gun I remember.
The widows left at home alone I remember.
The women of the bombs been blown I remember.
The cannon shot to send the ball I remember.
The powder black to scare us all I remember.
The poem we know as Flanders Field I remember.
The author killed within it's yield I remember.
The unknown soldier questioned who I remember.
The final words our thanks to you I remember.
I giggled myself throughout my life as I laughed again and again
I swear I saw myself as crazy, but I could not care
All I wanted to do was laugh out loud and laugh hard and repeatedly do so putting smiles on peoples faces
I had this loud sound which was a remedy and filled the room with my presence while bringing people together with my laughter
I couldn’t stop laughing
I carried with me moments which were irreplaceable and knew without effort that I could brighten someone else’s day
Maybe I was Trevor Noah in disguise, aligning my laughter to set them free
I couldn’t stop laughing
My laughter was gleeful and pure like that of an innocent child which couldn’t be missed for sure!
With my loud sound, I brought the past with its memories making it fly past me
I was filled with both the innocence and mischief that of a child bringing out the best in people who were depressed and anxious making them forget about what once was
I couldn’t stop laughing as I made sure that when leaving the room, I left spirits lifted and soaring
I had this beauty which made people twirl giving them sparkles and glitters in their eyes
I was colors brought to life making hearts and souls bloom while washing away the gloom stained by the past
I couldn’t stop laughing as I had giggles everywhere I set foot
“In the bathroom making melodies in the shower, in the kitchen setting water and soap ready for the dishes and in front of my bosses as an average employee who is expected to keep quite even when there was a joke set to be laughed at”
I swear they never saw that coming that I could burst a sound so contagious differentiating a perspective of an ordinary human
This I knew for sure
That I was an adult born out of joy with jovial moments which are forever captured
That I always busted wavering my laughter from a happy heart with hands full of life
I couldn’t stop laughing
I had this infectious laugh making some joyful sound ringing melodies shared with the world and I knew without doubt that I carried medicine which couldn’t be staged
Poet
Masego Nkuna