Reck Poems

The Holly

The Holly

Holly,
Jolly.

Green leaf,
Motif.

Chief dec,
Bright reck.

Berries,
Ferries.

Species,
Varies.

The wall,
In hall.

Make tick,
Smile quick.

Not dour,
Not sour.

Wine flow,
‘Til low.

Christmas,
Greets us.

Dominique Webb

Memories On the Farm

Memories of long ago
A simpler time of sunny days
filled with laughter
watching the clouds go by

Helping on the farm
feeding and bedding all the animals
making hay on a hot summers day
cleaning barns was great when done
walking bean fields pulling weeds
picking rocks so will not reck the machines

Helping in the kitchen
meals plus lunches
Mom and I would make a coffee break snack for mid morning workers
then lunch was put in the oven
an afternoon cake and coffee had to be made
supper was when the work was done

Washing clothes
a long days job as the new wash machine mom had was too good to be used
a Maytag ringer in the basement was the clue

Never ending work on the farm

Im Back

Hello, I’ve untangled the hell, I say hello I’ve abandoned the fail made sense of the past at long long last understand the collapse I’ve remembered the cracks the water weighed down from taps I’ve turned them back no trickle to kickle no threat I’ll drown in fact I’m running naked through town chanting loud made sense of what pulled me down gave me a frown naked where’s my gown oh sod it I’ll let it all hang out swing around I’m a happy man with a direction a perfection foundation e reck shon eruption stand proud what caused the depression no longer a mystery set me free I’m nude I’m happy and yes this is me growing bigger bulky and long good I figure double meaning innuendo but who cares my friendo invento words a very strange verse I was in trouble now it’s meet its end though bad English bad grammar so happy it doesn’t matter 13 years I'll talk cow pat I’m now back!!!

Sleep Tight

You had a heart off gold,known by a lot off people young and old.I cared for you right until the end ,you was my dad and best friend.I came to you every day ,I don’t want to rely on u I hear you say .But dad you mean everything to me .I remember right back to sitting on your knee .Then unfortunately you get copd.You tryed so hard to fight .So scared of me leaving you at night.Then you start to dehydrate The food I made u no longer ate.The dreaded time arrived when ur life took the dive,Down hill you could no longer take nebuliser or pill.Off to the hospital for a check,I get the call I’m a nervous reck.To the hospital with you I stay,major heart attack the nurses say.your organ now begin to shut down ,I cry and frown.Please dad don’t go,But your words and action become slow.Every night I slept in the hospital chair,brushing my fingers through your hair.Nurses came told me to freshen up at home , no I whont let my dad pass on his own .time has come you take you last breath ,rest in peace my angel your the best . Xxxxxxx

Rack,Reck,Rock

Blitzed.Sagging.Worn
Wild waves awash with pain
Bursting all over his frame
Its daggers sharply sending shivers
Right into the heart of his brain
Wilting under the piercing thrusts.

There in the hand of the nurse
Lodged that tender tablet
His temporary respite
And momentary salvation
The oasis promising ease
Calming the rough swells,
Damming  the pain
Until the savage seas die down
And a peaceful lagoon looms large

But the storm will rise again
A tale of shipwreck and rescue
This odyssey of torment and release.
When will it ever end?

Less

My mum used to say “don't be gormless!”
but I've never met someone with gorm,
so I really don't know if I'm different to them
or if I am, this is the norm?
My friend says his wife can be ruthless,
but no-one I know of has ruth,
although back when I was around twenty-two
I dated one, that is the truth.
I think sometimes I can be reckless,
I've looked for my reck but it's gone,
maybe I can't find it because I'm inept
so I'll just be outept from now on.

What Love Is

Love is a thump in red dreams
Only to inhaled by silent screams
Gloomy faces will reck havoc 
Whip envious soul can have it

Thoughts of Emotion

The thunderstorms lighting.

I drive in it even though the rains
coming down hard.

I don't know why 
I'm driving  in this kind of 
weather. 

I mean should I pull over?
Should I try to see if
I can handle the thunder storm of rain. 

My emotions are feeling sad.

What can I do to let myself be happy. 

I drove near bridge. I wonder if I should floor it. 
I run off the road.

No body will miss me. 
No body will care. If anything happens to me. 

I have my license in the car with my purse 
and wallet.

I should reck my car.

No one will ever now I'm dead.

I look into the rain outside my car window.

I have found the tears melting into my
car window.

I feel them being salty 
although I don't know how  
to control this.

My emotions are going out of control.
So I can run off the road.

The rain comes down harder and harder.

The thunder has me crying. So I ask myself 
can I handle the pain.

Snow Thinkgiving and Rain

we didn't  expect
the day was a reck
uts was the 
holiday it was a pain
i won't to go
but it was
SNOW THINKGIVING AND THE RAIN

Wreck

My muddled heavy head
Is a sticky royal red
pulsing deeper than the
windshield shards that open 
troughs in tingling legs
 
Things are dark
screams like thunder rumbles
and the pavement's baking,
gritty scratch
stands by my quiet struggle
 
The runny iron on my tongue
erupting from my breaking lungs
is a door to me, and my 
road-skinned knees
to ease up this fight
and cease to breathe
 
Where did I go wrong?
Why is this time's tale?
When did I lose my mind away
and accept to fall and fail?
 
When did my voice break off
so protesting words would die
When did I avert my eyes,
and let vandals slip inside?
 
When did I arrive, to a fainting spell
a dismal hell, an empty shell,
a remnant of my former self?
Why has it come to this?
 
What a tragedy, I have lost my worth
for a raven's dirty feathered girth
The stones have pulled me here
by my ravaged head of hair
to be another spectacle- an accident
my stupid mistakes
 spilling from 
the glassy reck, bare

A Peace of My Heart

Believe not in lies in this, a time of deceiving, for; 
Far too soon, would run fair chance, with sidence; its errant way.." 
I've heard ears of clay. will oft 'reck not of the hour; 
Though sun-gold were to fall, in its bursts and showers; 
As would molten fables.. 'Cross ripening fields of wheat, 
And so must I now on alone to dance?? 
Ee'n whithin these daze, of fruitful summer sweet?? 
Sparing not even the seconds glance.." 
Oh." but bring to me your eagerness fleet,
For tis the very richness in its flower.
“Come.! Pare with me scripts each day; and hour."
With your honesty a sustenance; step into every inference.." 
That waiting beauty be not kept at bay..! 
copyright Joe Maverick 2012

The Story of My Life

I've been threw a lot in my life, was filled with so much bitterness and strife. Because of unfair situations I went threw in life. It wasn't by choice that I have learned from painful situations in life, such has not having a loving father young in life,
because of things he did to me.

I used to dwell on these painful memories of these things that people did to me.
While locking up my heart and pretending to be happy.It wasn't until I looked in the mirro and saw the emotional reck I had become that I realized I need a change.

I knew I wasn't good at trusting, or talking, or making friend's, but when I learned how to be a friend the story of my life began, and I had happiness within.
I learned that many of us go threw painful things 
but when you stop to dwell on them,
your heart builds walls and you stop living.

The Intruder

Cunningly, you have posted yourself right next to me
 PRIME LOCATION amidst the busy traffic and the many neighbours to even stop and notice the difference
With wicked eyes you survey my every movement, waiting for the PRIME time to make your move.

You grab at every opportunity to relinquish me of my possessions. 
You delight in my unhappiness.
You delight in lies.
Privately or openly you laugh at my mishaps.
In my absence you rejoice with your friends, thinking of ways to sink your claws deeper, thinking of ways to ruin my reputation, thinking of ways to reck my life, you my so-called friend.

You don't want my life, it's dull or rather BORING, yet you don't want me to live my life
because it makes me too content.
Possessions, Fame, "THE LIME LIGHT" that's what you are after.
You don't even care if you rob the pauper.

Give You My All

im going to change it up and change the tone, 
tonight im going to talk bout you and me being alone. 
for this is the dream i had last night, 
and with it i cant get the images out of my mind. 
my body is still shakin n my mind is a reck, 
i can feel your breath upon my skin while your teeth graze across my neck. 
as i rap my arms around you and you pull close, 
you latch on to me n do what i love most. 
your grip gets tight n your nails dig into my back, 
i get lost in your eyes with no attempt of turning back. 
now i move in to give you a kiss 
but i might wanna tease so i bite gently upon your bottum lip. 
with everything i got i leave you weak in a shortness in breath, 
ill give my all to you until i have nothing left...

Who Would Be Willing To Know?

I am a careless reck
No one I talk to actually knows me
How many times have I felt isolated, alone?
And yet all is as it should be
From me to you to everyone and anyone
We fill our own roles in life
Wether it's a hero, or friend, or whatever else
Silent tombs cradle unanswered heartfelt questions
Who are they, will I choose to help or shall I walk away?
I'm a leader but I also follow
I am happy but also so saddened
Mystery upon mystery pile up and up so high that I can't see the top
Who's willing to climb it as I will try?
When I reach it's peak then I'll be victorious
For now I must endure and progress with each passin day
Brethren, Sisters, we can and will make it!

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