All kids count their ABC's
But this kid could not learn with ease
Made him frail, made him weak
Laughed and teased every week
Day after day week after week
Taking it all, too afraid to speak
When he threatened to take it all away
They laughed and left him to go play
Filled with anger, filled with sadness
Why won't anyone listen to his madness?
All kids sing there 1 2 3's
But this kid could not learn with ease
Going home to tell his mom
Of how they threatened to strap him to a bomb
But she told him to get out of her face
For she has a liquor bottle in his place
Filled with anger, filled with sadness
why won't anyone listen to his madness
Kids all learn to run and swing
And this kid, too, could learn to swing
He swung from a rope
Made out of a coat
Face drained of color
For his mom to discover
Filled with relief, finally ok
All his madness finally drew him insane.
As you drink from this cute bottle - Little Queen beer,
I drink your peer
It was a call for
Shutting the door
To stop that topic to avoid its sour
It was for you no less no more
Hatred is evils product,
And the malicious souls, hah!
Hating both is not hatred
20 Year-Old Poems NUMBER 3 Passover Tree Swallows
Easter came a week into spring!
And diving like jets in ongoing wars
But reminding me of Jesus rising
My Easter encounter with tree swallows
Recalling too, “bats” at the Ponte Vecchio
Passing over me – assuredly – Tachycineta bicolor
Imitating sonar-powered dive bombing
Like peregrines toward me – O now averting
Collision at right angles, a loop, parabola?
Face to face with the whites of their bellies
Eye to eye with those iridescent male backs
So many today, they might be gnats, sweat bugs
Delighting my heart in this promised land
My exodus offers two options at my Lake
Hug the water to Cash Trail
Or wander among old Maryland trees!
Or meander with Laurel Trail lazily …
On this quiet, gray afternoon
In the finest spray of drizzling rain
I stop and give homage to all THIS
(c)Deo, shalom, shalom Friends. amen and amein
A boy of 10 I only fished,
to bring one home for mother`s dish.
Became a man with drink and wished,
that getting tanked would catch me fish.
I'm so nervous about having no where to go
Do I really have to sleep outside again
I feel abandoned and helpless
But something has kept me afloat
I have a feeling that it could only be God
I'm ashamed at this point
I have began to become humble
Respecting what people say
I can't even explain it myself
Everyone just wants an ear to hear
Solitudes a hard thing
Even though I see a lot of people
I have a feeling a lot of them resent me
Like I'm not fit
My mom told me I don't belong in this time
If I would have been born a lot earlier
For many reasons
Life is beautiful
I accept that
Please Lord
Bring me back
I'm not the same
This giant hole
Taking my soul
Give me the light
I've lost my vision I've lost my sight
listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn color
announce
autumn is here.
touch,
the echoes
of the rain
that waters
and blossoms spring.
taste,
uncut
the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.
see,
the sand sculptures
that paint
that rekindle
a childhood summer past.
smell,
the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.
in the glee,
in the hopes and dreams,
in the human spirit,
lives the miracle of life.
the magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody
of echoes and whispers – uncut.
Maurice Yvonne
Any Old Poem Will Do - Contest
For Skat A
Entered: August 29 2014
Action your way
Vision you style
Passion will pay
Mission your smile
Do what you love
Love what you do
Yes, rise above
Be the best you
When play is work
And work is play
Charm stays and lurks
Let pure love slay
Do what you say
Each rhyme now heed
Make moments pay
For each new deed
Leon Enriquez
29 June 2014
Singapore
(Note: Old verses written 18 October 2000)
Since you’ve been gone….
The flowers have lost their color
The sun refuses to give its light
The moon weeps in her sorrow
And days have turned into night
Since you’ve been gone
Since you’ve been gone…
The birds sing a mournful requiem
The wind moans at the windowsill
The sea threatens and billows
The starlight has grown suddenly dim
Since you’ve been gone
Since you’ve been gone…
My world has crumbled down
The people laugh at my pain
My strength has withered away
My tears mix with the rain
Since you’ve been gone
Since you’ve been gone
I’m haunted by the beauty of your smile
I count the endless seconds and days
I moan your name to my bedroom walls
I wander around in an endless maze
Since you’ve been gone
Nothing, no nothing has been the same…
Since you’ve been gone
Eileen Manassian
Circa 1991- 1992
I know there are some changes that need to be made to this, but I wanted to share this with you as I wrote it when I was about...24ish. I wrote it for my then boyfriend who is now my husband. He is the only man who has ever made love to me. I've known him since we were 12....
My heart wanders the lonely empty skies
floating, drifting through azure seas
Seeking, searching forever hunting
for its other half it is looking
Somewhere on this verdant planet
as rain flows down, each droplet
As it lands refreshes my soul
so I strive on seeking my goal
When one day, at last, we meet
we will sing together in duet
Such sweet music in total harmony
hearts beating knowing no boundary
Joined now for the rest of eternity
we come together in love so courtly
Two halves should never be asunder
so now and always our love we aver
for Skat's Any old poem will do contest written 03/24/2013
THE LITTLE KEY
The little key said to the Lock he wanted to be free
the Lock responded Im fear HeHe
it growled and snarled Looked mean
the little Key shook at the scene
the Lock was Big MAde solid
Told the little Key Only the bad Possibilities which would be
sounds came into the little keys ears with endless fears
As Nightmares creeping around in our minds
loney,Low Esteem, All of what you feel at sometime it seems
Another Key came up said be Free
The little Key Said Unlock the lock For me Pleasee
He Said You are Good I know But My shape wont work
Be Strong with Esteem Sure theres bad I know But
Also Good when Found would Overflow
the little Key Shook and Wink; Close His eyes
CliCK CliCk ClinK
Light Appeared
My writing has changed so much since then. I first started writing poetry in about 10th
grade, yet, still I am not even close to the quality of art I want to approach
(Shakespeare, Dante, etc...). My older poems usually tried to teach a moral (lol). Hope
you enjoy reading it.
I read a poem yesterday
An old poem
By a poet preparing to past away
It unravels threads
In my spirits well seamed hem
I am huanted
By why she had to say
I would go back and read
It to myself again,
But may not find the path
From which I fled
Shaking like a child
Before its quaking dread.
Was it the calmness
Of the preparation
The suddeness
Of my intrusion
The awareness of the desperation
That life is a pen
We write nothing with
And imprisoned by it
So long
We are strangers
In our ultimate world?
I appraised a poem
Yesterday, a sad poem
Words wheeling lariats
Around my bed, haunted
Now by a voice I hear
But do not know
Casting me in nakedness
To stand, and face my fear.
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