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Empty voice
Inspire me to write a poem that you would enjoy;
Tell me what you want to read about and tell me a story.
Ask me a question, decline to use profanity;
Be you man, woman, girl or boy.
Anybody,
Anywhere;
A thought, a wish, an image or a memory.
What is your motif? I desire to know of your desire.
Tell me something you think so I can create a line,
As I listen to them, as they play the lyre.
Let me become a better writer; be the fuel to my fire.
Ignite my passion for being passionate;
I am so scared of fading away, to once more become a cursing liar.
I don’t want to become an empty voice without enlightenment;
I don’t want to disappear from the pages you read.
I don’t want to be forgotten,
As someone who used to bring you enjoyment;
But my soul is dying, my spirit fading and my subconscious is in need.
I need your advice, be it criticism or nice;
I need to know how I can improve upon the words that I write.
I need to entice you back into my life,
Because without you to guide me, I will become a shadow in the night,
Who writes without originality…
Try as I might, to write something you will like.
Save me from obscurity;
Help my chaotic mind find a place of serenity.
Rate me good or bad or offer me a thought;
I will take all your words to heart and view them with awe.
If I can write no more, then so be it, let that be that;
But if there is a way to improve upon those silly things that I do,
Then give me a piece of your mind so that I have a chance.
I strive to improve as I reach out for wisdom;
I am waiting on a light bulb moment and I am feeling so numb.
Give me advice, be it fire or ice;
Just give me something to think about…
So that I can once again, try to write.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
When I was younger and I thought of old age
Thought we all became senile at this elderly stage
It appears I was wrong, I can still go potty
And able to dress this tired old body
Try as I might, I don't see very well
And my wobbly old legs are as shaky as hell
Sometimes my words come out like a squeak
Other times I whistle whenever I speak
Have a secret to tell you my young whipper snappers
It's as good as it gets except for my bladder
It seems to be constantly wanting attention
I don't have a problem with pee-pee retention
So now that I've told you guys what to expect
I must tell you all it's as good as it gets
Enjoy your youth cause it's downhill from here
You'll soon be old and decrepit I fear
© Jack Ellison 2015
I once took for granted my childhood when still too young to know,
how time was fleeting and so misleading like a movie picture show.
I'm older now but no wiser and sadly must convey,
I still take too much for granted including work and play.
I've taken for granted tin foil, tangerines, and trees,
I've taken for granted gardens and grapes and even the air I breath.
I've taken for granted friendships and faces from the past,
and I've taken for granted God's graces, places, and countless questions I never asked.
I've taken for granted this body and mind that can contemplate who we are, out here in the middle of the universe, third planet from a nearby star.
And I've taken for granted apples, pears, pies, and plums,
the blood in my veins, blue sky and rain, my fingers and opposing thumbs.
I've taken for granted seeds I've planted and bugs I didn't much like,
old cars I once owned and even a home, morning dew and daylight.
Someday I might learn to be thankful for all these miracles that surround,
but try as I might it's always a fight to be thankful for all that abounds.
Everyone I know wears a mask,
but the face of this person
was not in hiding, if he wore one
it was transparent.
I could see he was not playing a part,
not following any script,
not reading other faces wondering how to react,
not courting smiles and nods in order to signal
agreement.
He was not in, nor out of a social circle.
I could tell at a glance
that he would not mimic
any borrowed characteristics
simply to curry favor or impress.
He was a man
that would not feign a tear, until
it fell naturally
nor signal a false camaraderie,
or join any masquerade
simply to be accepted.
He did not socialize to ingratiate,
or seek influence,
did not push himself forward
in order to gain attention.
When I met him
I knew I could not wear
my own mask and be real in his eyes.
I felt I had to take it off
to be shorn of pretense;
sadly my mask was stuck to my skull
as an obviously painted persona,
a false flag I had carefully cultivated
for far too long,
now try as I might it would not come off.
That same day
I met many people with masks,
we gathered to meet each other.
Try as I might
I could see nothing unrehearsed,
spontaneous, or authentic in us all.
Truth be told, all our masks
fitted far too perfectly.
Try as I might there's no satisfying this flesh I'm in, not
the lusts of it of this indwelling sin but I'm in...the zone
when I turn up the volume my cup runeth over with joy
I'm more than a conqueror I still got power to...move
mountains out here I'm on my kirk franklin I dap it up
when I see it I know you see me hello fear I'm
so...unimpressed with the women in my side view and
the ones thats in front me I just say to myself thats old
news there's...gotta be a better way to impress me
besides your curves, what's between your legs and
enticing words I'm so over it, nothing in this flesh satisfys
my quenching hunger for more so that explains why I'm
so double minded about what I want but it describes who
I am just an old glass door I'm open...better yet you can
call me naked I wear my emotions in the open for anyone
to take it I base it...off nothing but high standards we as
people are so temporal but all we want is something
that's above average
I sit at my computer musing and trying to compose meaningful verse.
Try as I might with Shakespearian panache my lines to intersperse,
With profound nuggets of enlightenment to attain universal fame,
My concentration is lost in a fog, like an ever-changing movie frame!
I suppose I could blame this dilemma on my dear, long-suffering spouse.
She's cooking beef stew for supper - the aroma is wafting about the house!
Now, how am I to concentrate on versifying when my palate is just itchin',
To delve into that delectable ambrosia she's slaving over in the kitchen!
Ah! I can hardly wait to taste that mouth-watering olio awaiting me!
She makes the best in town, tossing all kinds of stuff in that potpourri!
Of course there is the best of beef that she has tenderized and diced,
And the scrumptious gravy with exotic herbs she has liberally spiced!
She adds sweet peas, a tolerable amount of corn and russet pertaters,
And just enough onions for my taste, green peppers and fresh termaters!
Green beans, carrots and a tad of celery top off this fantastic brew!
Le Cordon Bleu Chef at the Ritz dare not concoct a more elegant stew!
Alas, I've wasted all afternoon trying to hatch up some credible rhyme,
But my thoughts have been consumed with that ragout laced with thyme!
Ah! My wife announces supper is ready so I'm gonna load my plate!
That poetic masterpiece I had in mind today will just have to wait!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I pick up their idle chatter five days of the week.
Conversation with other passengers, I never seek
to learn of a secret one of them might privately leak.
But try as I might, I cannot help but overhear
a new recipe she tried, or the reason for his fear.
Sometimes, I wish I was deaf, at least in one ear!
I try reading my newspaper and ignore the prattle,
but often it's louder than the train car's rattle.
I'm not interested in the gossip of their tittle tattle.
At least the man with the cigar, smokes it outside,
or I'd take another tram. Cigar stench I can't abide.
I live in the burbs, so it's a long way home I ride.
Today, there's a young lady who wouldn't take a seat.
She looks worried, or at least somewhat browbeat,
like the people I work with down at Dun & Bradstreet.
I often wonder what's on the young conductor's mind.
Does he despise his job because he feels confined?
I'm off at the next stop, where I leave them all behind.
When all is said and done,
And the piper is paid
What a relief it will be
The end of this 38 year game that was
played
To get out of darkness, to find the light
A new future begins, happiness in sight
But to get to that stage alot must be done
To say I'm the victor, the battle i won
Many will say don't live in the past
But the damage done will forever last
I didn't see it before, but I sure as hell do now
It was others that put me under this cloud
Every day I'm getting stronger
But my mind plays tricks, a form of self torture
Pick my self up, dust myself off
A new me is born, but at what cost?
I'm planning the show down, her verses me
I'm going to record it for the world to see
My words won't hurt her, embarrassment might
All these wrongs i have to make right
But the person she is means i have to plan
But I need to be stronger before I can
For what needs to be said makes it certain
Our relationship done, the final curtain
I love her too much to say goodbye
She still has a hold on me that I cant defy
Maybe I will stay silent, let her win
Or maybe I need to have thicker skin
Before that day I need to mend and heal
Take back what is mine, all that she stealed
I cannot hate her try as I might
She's my mother, but it doesn't mean she's right
When all is said and done and the piper is paid
The battle is won and the dragon slayed
What little remains will break my heart
But it needs to be done, I need a fresh start
Because He Told me So
I Danced with Demons and Devils
And Sipped the Wine of Death.
Everything Was Falling Apart
Sinking down with Every Breath.
To Go on That Way Was Folly,
So I Would Take My Life.
I Gave No Thought to Family,
Or What Would Become of My Wife.
I Raised the Gleaming Knife
And Aimed it at My Breast.
Tonight I'd Find Some Peace
And at Last I Would Rest
But Something Stayed My Hand
And I Could Not Stab it In.
Try as I Might I Couldn't Move...
I Could Not See My End.
Then a Voice Soft and Low
Said," You've Better Things to Do
Then Dance with Demons and Devils..
Don’t You Know I Love You Too?
That's the Night I Learned
I Wouldn't Have to Go
Jesus Really Loves Me..
Because He Told Me So.
The demons and devils are gone now
Replaced by God’s glorious light
I have a beautiful new love in my heart
And the dawning of each new day …….
is a wonderful delight
Connie Moore
Going through life blindfolded
Avoiding any of my fears
Trying to hold back the tears
From years of drifting far and near
Hoping that the best parts of life haven't disappeared
Feeling empty destination unknown
Searching far and wide for a place of my own
Never really knowing if my soul had grown
Believing that my life has taken flight
Getting older realizing it's far from right
Keeping my goals not far out of sight
Looking for a place the sun shines so bright
Day after day try as I might
Something is missing night after night
My soul feels empty like I am losing the fight
Until the day my life would fill with such delight
Finding a bible about a kings life
Verse after verse I feel my heart fill with excitement
Believing in Gods promise my soul enlightened
I no longer feel lost or frightened
Knowing he is with us holding us upright
When he ignites our spirits into flight
Filling my world with so much incite
Helping me rewrite
What was stopping the light
That makes our soul shine so bright
Inviting our spirit to sail away into the twilight
Oh lord now I feel your presence near
You have made all my tears disappear
Now I know why I was living in fear
My blindfold removed knowing you are always here
Making my life feel so genuine and sincere
Creating an ideal world full of Gods love and good cheer