I always like to be a man of spine
And towards others very benign.
Thriving ever for steady ascendance
I want to be a man of independence.
I regret the act of illtreating others
And waging wars against our brothers.
I dislike the act of practicing deception
And inclination towards misperception.
I envision my future to be prospective
And to the great extent introspective.
I want my future to be free from vanity
And dedicate it for the sake of humanity.
I know that one day
When the wind blows on my face
I'll smile to myself;
Look up at the sky
And find beauty in the simplest of things.
The rays of sunlight would once again lift me up
And the flowers would make me reminisce the most beautiful of memories.
The sound of the sea waves,
The chirping of the birds
And the rustling of leaves
Would make me forget all the worries in the world
And i will cherish life once again
But that is not today.
Tired of the hatred
Among one another
The killing of our brothers
This is not good at all.
This world is dying slowly
There’s no room for hate,
Stop it before it’s too late
This is not good at all.
The many voices of the past
We hear in the shadows
These things you got to know
Because this is not good at all.
As I look around me
Shaken to my very core
Of these things I see
Of those things I feel
Where reality is real
And all the world is dark
Where war’s cloudy skies
Flies over like a hawk
As if death came.
Hey poet say it so---
Just want to know
It’s just reality waking
From a slumber so deep.
April. 2022
Omelas, you foolish wicked city.
Cease your willfull ignorance
And do not walk away.
Paradise built on oppression is hell.
Exalt your brother.
Exalt your sister.
Omelas, you wretched rotting heap.
It is not your victims who reek.
It is you.
Perfumes cannot quench your stench.
Go down.
Sit in your filth and listen.
Learn from the sages.
The cost of understanding is beyond measure.
Wisdom purchased with human sacrifice.
Oh, Omelas,
Lift, heal, exalt
And beg for mercy.
The Complainer
I got a bum kneel; and the pain like fiery fingers
Plunges through it when I walk.
People say I'm lucky, that I could have arthritis
Or a bad back.
But my backs all right and I don't have arthritis.
What do I care for bad backs and arthritis?
I got a bum knee; and the pain like fiery fingers
Plunges through it when I walk.
Your problems are your own, nobody elses;
But to you, your problems are the thing that's most important.
So you see? I got a bum kneel; and the pain like fiery fingers
Plunges through it when I walk.
A PROSPECTIVE.
A POSTAL EMPLOYEE IS LICKED.
A GROCERS IS FRESH.
A FIRE FIGHTER IS PUT OUT.
A TEACHER IS LEARNED.
A WINE IS BOTTLED UP.
A MAILER IS SENT OUT.
A FISHERMAN IS FISHY.
A MASON IS BRICKED.
A CAR IS TIRED.
A DOG IS BONED.
A CAT IS MOUSEY.
A BOY IS PLAY.
A GIRL IS FANCY STUFF.
A MAN IS STRONG.
A WOMAN IS LOVE.
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when you take life in prospective
and look at it from every side
then you come to realize
that everything happens for a reason
like that lover you're missing
that left you broken hearted and confused
you know the one that left you laying in the rain
like wet puppy on punishment
ususally i choose to look at reality
rather than imagination
for fantasies only raise my hopes
but when i do dream
i dream of beautiful things
like finally releasing
the pain and sorrow on my heart
that weighs on my chest like a wooden cross
or i dream of finding that perfect one
mr. right
someone who takes me for me
when you put life in prospective
and look at it from every side
then you come to realize
that everything happens for a reason
that happiness only comes through
pain and sorrow first
later leading to triumph and victory
i'm just simply waiting on my day
Not long after I signed up on this site,
thought trying other forms might be alright.
“Boy O Boy” have I become scared,
ABC’s, Rhymes are where I’ve fared.
Monoku, Haiku and Senryu to name a few,
I need time to try any more than MY TWO.
I’ve lost more than a few poems due haste,
still getting hung up with my cut and paste!
B-in-Law says, “poetry must rhyme to be understood
but that’s what they taught him down in Elwood.
So to Monoku, Senryu and lest we forget Haiku,
I’m still stuck on Lennon’s “Coo Coo Ca-Choo!”
I dream about you
I wonder what you will be like
Will you change my life
because I need some changes tonight
if that's alright with you I could use
some sweeping away from where I
currently stay. A moments bliss to make
everything feel ok. Mr. Prospective lover
how will we meet and when? Everyone says
I'm beautiful I am but they never stay in the end.
Mr prospective lover will you be just like them?
I hope your more than I have experienced lately.
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