I ain't got nothing
and nothing got me
No worries
No worries
Got no place to go
journey as the hobo
life at ease
do as I please
No hurries
No hurries
Sun or rain
heat or cold
mossy along
on track, trail or road
See everything
been everywhere
shelter just about anywhere
Food plentiful off a tree
soup kitchen good feed
money sometimes a buck or two
hide it inside my shoe
I ain't got nothing
and nothing got me
hobo journey wandering free
No worries
No worries
freezing in the cold
the night set free my hobo soul
wandering wandering
with no place to go...
No worries
No apologies
I’m just being me
You’ll never see
The spin of the game you play
The pain and the blame you lay
Upon me for years
Along with the tears
You gift me words that uplift
You try to lift me up when I’m pissed
For sure, love can be torture
I’m your cure to simply endure
The trials you’ve been through
Overcome the waves of cruel rue
Out of the blue,
I’m in a blur with you
It’s all done and true
You haven’t a clue
What you did to me too…
It’s the things you do…
A sense of belonging
Never made me take wing
It’s everything…
It’s the hope you and I bring up and it’s the faith in my heart to simply sing!
No worries,
But I have worries
I want to be at ease
So please…
Let me hit the breeze
Your love is my disease
No worries
I’m a little lost and the sinking sand is beyond my knees
I seek you like a rat does to cheese…you’re such a tease…
I’m unapologetically at ease
So, no worries for me, no more worries!
As I think about it, it's only fair
that Matt should get the electric chair.
In three minutes of time, I wove pure gold
and waited several weeks to be told.
Seriously, I have him to thank
for not telling me my poem stank.
We should find it in our hearts to forgive.
Oh, the ignominy he must outlive.
I must kindly thank him, before I'm done
for his contests, creative and fun.
Here it is, Matt! Here's my latest rhyme.
Have mercy on me and take your time.
Life is much too short to give your precious energy away to worry.
Without the demeaning thoughts of yesturday that bring you down, blessing will rain down on you in a flurry.
Do not keep gazing into the rear-view mirror of past events.
Turn off those negative voices and those connotations that make no sense.
Objects in the mirror may be closer than they appear.
There are things that increase uncertainty and manifest fear.
Don't permit your guilt to control your glorious future.
Instead, be led by the proverbs of great profits and let them be your tutor.
Now and then I start to think how nice that it would be
To see your face, to hear your voice, to have you near to me
Every hour of every day, I wouldn't tire of
Your presence or your company, those two things I'd love
I'm not some crazy lovesick man, I'm just a fool for you
I've come across the perfect match in things I like to do
So sometimes if it seems to you I've gone a bit too far
With paintings, a tattoo and such, don't think that I'm bizarre
My feelings live inside my heart, although of them you know
And there they shall remain until a day when they can show
it doesn't have to be complicated
let's leave behind the clutter
let time wash over us
clear away debris
minimize and
simplify
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AP: Honorable Mention 2022
A dam cracks open,
no water,
no flood.
Mourning doves coo on,
dry feathers.
Once more a high tide
sweeps away
nothing at all.
driftwood floats down stream
no worries does itself have
wish i were drifting
I’ve never played a hole in one,
that doesn’t worry me.
I’ve never sailed around the world,
its glories for to see.
I’m not a self-made millionaire,
that doesn’t worry me.
I have no need for fancy cars
or staying in chic hotels.
I have no wish to fly to Mars
or mingle with the stars.
I have no stately country pile,
that doesn’t worry me.
Our lives we’ve lived in simple style,
together you and me.
Some sixty years have come and gone
since we walked down the aisle,
and now, with nodding age, I see
that someday we must part,
but that’s not going to worry me.
It will simply break my heart.
When you love someone,
Fears of mind are gone.
Childlike wonder loves stars, tulips, bumblebees, the beauty of snakes.
Childlike wonder revers truth, peace, God, and faeries’ lightness.
Shh! Soften your heart and remember the days of sheer humbleness
Before you knew so much, before education and books took you.
Remember being a pirate queen? A knight of the round table?
Jumping off railings slashing enemies with your imaginary sword?
Where is the crown made with aluminum foil and your sheriff badge?
Go get them and put them on. Immediately. Right this minute.
No worries. You can make a new crown. And bring the finger paints.
Remember when you were an artist? When you loved your drawings?
How happy you were drawing cartoons before the critics ruined you?
Humility is your best friend now. It is time to let your imagination play.
Remember land of childlike wonder when your Daddy was the hero?
Mommy was the fairest Queen? You were Snow White and Cinderella.
Wonder is waiting; you owe it to yourself to regain your momentum.
So put on that feathered boa and dance my darling!
I am sure you remember how!
To the flowers that never get hold of turgidity
Even with the morning dew
Its faded petals once enjoyed a bright youth
It lived, while it had to and forgot of the later rains
Hurry! To the single moms, formerly “slay queens”
They spent their all to the seductive Swag hood, Fools
Get old to get wiser, sorry for the principle,
You are not to blame
To the future we will never participate
I cry for your fate, we never thought you were real
We robbed your generation, and created a chasm between
We were living our destiny so we stand corrected
Quixotically we planned your present,
So long as it filled the pocket of the absurd torch bearers
Its sustainability didn’t matter, not to them
We are sorry that you will still be submissive to neocolonialism
Get old to get wiser, I guess there are exceptions
Through forests and deserts and jungles and mountains,
Past buildings and gardens and parkways and fountains.
A place of no worries is waiting for you,
With sunlight so golden and rivers so blue.
Peppermint breezes and soothing fresh air,
A place to be happy and blissfully unaware.
Your worries will evaporate under rays of the sun,
All you'll be left with is relaxation and fun.
Buds of flowers, orange and pink,
Coconuts to snack on and fruit punch to drink.
Sparkling seas to swim in all day,
Trees to climb and games to play.
A silvery moon to sing you to sleep,
And no more worries that you have to keep.
Don’t worry about tomorrow, focus on today.
Everything will happen as it should, come what may.
Don’t stress about the things you cannot control,
Cause the Angels are here always on patrol.
If you have faith you’ll be more than OK!
- Even if you cannot see it
Because you didn’t get your own way. . . .
God works in ways we cannot even begin to understand,
So just follow Him & you’ll get to the promise land.
The journey may be long & seem impossible,
But you’ll get there if it’s God’s will.
Remember: His plan may not be the same,
But if you love Him I know that you’ll be GAME*
Ready - Steady - GO find Him!
You are a beautiful woman with nothing to fear.
Any man should know that he’d be lucky to have you.
Qualities you possess, the one for you will hold so dear.
Be certain, you will feel the same way for him, too.
We all find the meaning of commitment in our own time.
What hasn’t happened yet may be just around the bend.
Let positive thoughts outweigh the negative in your mind.
And remember, in me, you will always have a friend.
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