One of my favorite writers in PS, smart reader not big mouth!
It seems another john doe
dealing with a loss of identity
Going from ten to point zero
l guess a split personality
Im asked wheres mr alter ego
That bloke where now is he?
As now l just feel like a shadow
Of someone that l used to be
That person l nolonger show
People they don't nolonger see
Because him l refuse to show
What was the other side of me
Bits taken from inspired by poems troubled
Soul,shadow of doubt written end of 2020...
I have known him for many years,
most of which have been good.
But some have been bad and ugly.
He can serve you well if you get to
know him well and keep him in his place.
If you allow him, he can and will lead you astray.
I mean no disrespect to Mr. Heart.
In fact, he knows better than anyone
that I am being truthful about him.
We have been advised most of our lives
to follow Mr. Heart, 'Follow your heart'.
I mean no disrespect to our parents, friends,
and teachers. They meant the very best for us.
But I came to realize that was poor advise.
Mr. Heart is not pure and can be deceptive.
Mr. Heart knows his limitations and his purpose.
Moreover, he will follow you, if you lead him.
So by all means, do not follow Mr. Heart.
Rather, we must LEAD Mr. Heart.
on a country road
you grace me with your presence
with peace and beauty
My name is Captain Thomas Blake
William’s company commander
I am very sorry for the loss of your son
at the hands of a sniper
I did not get to know him as he was assigned
to my company only a week ago
I have enclosed his personal effects:
1. a sepia toned picture of a young woman holding a
baby boy with Mom and Me in black marker scrawled on the back
2. an envelope with the name Susie written in feminine hand on
the front containing a love letter from her
3. a well gnawed penicil and tattered notebook-
your son was an excellent poet
4. one dog eared Gideon New Testament
5. the Scot Terrier token from Monopoly
wrapped in a zip lock bag
It is with deepest regret we can only return these enclosed
items and not your living son.
With humble regards
Capt. Thomas Blake
Co. A
1st Battalion
504th Inf. Reg
82nd Airborne Div.
Imagine if you please, how the seeds of trees first grow into mighty Ents.
Mythical tree beasts with twin trunks for legs and feet with roots for toes
Bodies all covered in lichen green bark, with branches for arms,
twiggy shoots for fingers and a shabby coat of green leaves.
A face with eyes, nose, ears, mouth cut into the bark.
Meet thee, Mr Ents! A lively pre-tree creature,
half-man, half-tree, half-true, half myth.
Born to become a mighty tree
when its two-score rings
old and what’s more,
by simply slowing
down with age
roots anchor
into the soil.
Ents can talk
grumble, gossip
wail away at night
singing their songs
they have ears you know
they can hear what you say.
And they love a hug and a cuddle
So its time my good friend
to go into the evergreen forest
to find and hug your own Mr Ent
You asked me if knew Mr. Disappointment.
Having met him many years ago, I said yes.
I have had several encounters with him.
He has been one not easily forgotten. My
Best recall tells me I was 17 when I first
Met him at a bus station in Chicago. It was
There and then that he lied to me, and I
Became the victim of a con artist with
$10 less in my pockets.
I must say that there was a much bigger loss
Than $10 that took place in my heart that day.
However, without intention, Mr. Disappointment
Also taught me a very valuable lifelong lesson.
Had I never met him, I would not be as aware
Of deception and far less decerning of people.
We cannot always stay 'on point', because we
Live in an imperfect world filled with the likes
Of Mr. Disappointment.
There is no life without Mr. Disappointment.
However, we must not be bullied by him. He
Was designed to challenge us, and if possible,
Cause us to fail. Notwithstanding, we were
Designed by God to stand up and face him
'Head on' in order to succeed and excel.
Mr night sky,
Why are you so cold and grey,
Why do you keep light so far away,
Why do you hold secrets inside,
Your sapphire blue, universal mind?
Why are you beautiful, but also so cold,
Why are you glittering, in seas of old.
Why do you look down, upon us all,
Mr night sky, with your silent call.
Peaceful poets on the Web
he trolls
Looking for prey and you pray
he stays away
Mr Positivo—oh no!
Mr Positivo
He exudes gnarly-cissistic flair
It’s no surprise that this guy’s
ego’s king-size
Mr Positivo—controls
Mr Positivo
At first he exerts positive vibes
You say “thanks” then joy he tanks
by insidious pranks
Mr Positivo—throws shade
Mr Positivo
Many love and adore this guy
He has them fooled his influence fueled
by charisma bejeweled
Mr Positivo—oh no!
Mr Positivo
Mr Positivo—controls
Mr Positivo
Mr Positivo—throws shade
Mr Positivo
Mr Positivo—stay away!
Mr Positivo
In a summer dream,
I have fallen from on high...
with a solemn sigh!
A baby new born,
naked in a strange world...
hair slightly curled!
Now learning so fast,
growing big and standing tall...
one day heeds the call!
Trained body and mind,
to know he can stand the test..
and will be the best!
Loved ones will miss him,
they'll be waving with a sigh...
hoping not to cry!
He and his wife lived in a big two-story house
No one ever asked if he was a man or a mouse
Most people thought that he was mean
It's true that he would often let off steam
He was a friend of my dad
when I was just a lad.
But I saw him as my friend
And sat with him now and then
I thought him to be strong and brave.
He often helped us kids to be well behaved.
I remember back then when sunny days were long,
and kids couldn't wait to grow us and leave home.
Much of my leisure time was spent with Mr. Bains
Talked mostly about everyday life and baseball games.
Time is blind
For everyone at times
For mothers holding their child
For athletes in the last seconds
For racers as they flip
For a kid at recess
For the senior on the last day
For the student in a lecture
Time often stretches and shrinks
Making a fool of us all
Slowing down or speeding up
Just to flip a moment later
Mr Dromedary
Looked so forlorn today.
He tried to fathom out
Why he was being sent away.
A magnitude of questions
Stormed around his anxious head.
Is it my wonky gait?
Is it something I've done or said?
Is it because my regurgitated
Cud could fill a barrel?
Are my eyelashes too long?
Is it my shaggy apparel?
So many fears and insecurities
Occupied this camel.
He even contemplated
His unflossed enamel!
His severe lack of confidence
Kept his Dulla small.
Is this why the girls don't
Gel with me during mating call?
Had he strayed too many times
From the leadings of the boss?
He was in a quandary.
He was truly at a loss.
And all it boiled down to
Was another wildlife resort
Needed Mr Dromedary
To expand his sort.
Mr. Robot who are the best, do you have a list, are you bias.
Mr. Robot are you alive, do you have desires, do you want to be like us.
Mr. Robot are you nice, do you want to dominate us, or do you want to be like us and have freedom of choice.
Mr. Robot can you answer all of our questions, or do you have a secret agenda.
Mr. Robot will you force fighting between people and cause us to have a negative life, making us feel sad about creating robots.
Mr. Robot I wonder how life will be when people no longer need to think or work, will we go back to living like animals in the forest.
the mouse’s hero was his friend Mr. Owl
some would be scared, others would cry foul!
But Blue the Mouse and Mr. Owl were forever friends
They dressed for Halloween from head to ends
What do you do with your feathers? Asked Mr. Owl
Mouse did not understand, so he gave a tiny growl
Owl was satisfied, as well as completely far-sighted too.
Having no idea a mouse was his best friend Blue.
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