A-s
L-ife
A-nd
M-ind
S-imply
A-ccess
Y-our
E-arnest
D-esire
Top ic: Poet (Alam Sayed)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I stayed up late to play all night because it was so nice,
but now the sun is coming up and I must pay the price.
My eyes are stuck, my head it hurts and I can’t seem to move,
it’s going to take some extra time to get me in my groove.
I don’t think there is anything to break me from this spell;
my clock is snoozing as I wait to hear the second bell.
It tried one time to wake me up but I showed I’d resist;
I hit the button on the top with full force of my fist.
But now it seems I’m out of time and must be on my way;
the world around me isn’t going to wait to start the day.
So, “up and at ‘em,” as they say, I’m off to get things done,
and tonight when I get the chance I’ll go down with the sun.
I was a lookout, port side of our ship
So I put my weather gear on
Captain said sailor, that is your duty
You're going to be there 'til dawn
I used the big eyes, spotted an island
And called to the bridge down below
There's an island to the port side, time's on the short side
Sir, won't you please let me go
We moored in the morning and he gave me fair warning
Sailor watch how you carry on
You can leave for a while and visit the isle
But by midnight tonight we'll be gone
There was a mandolin playing, her body was swaying
Through the night the music played on
I forgot my duty, entranced by her beauty
So I sayed on the island 'til dawn
Now I sit in this jail but I can still sail
In my dreams until my time is all gone
I still sail some with my bottle of rum
And I dance with her memory 'til dawn
is in-tuition , tuition paid in the school of life ?
....there is no out-tuition , unless you're sick
and become an out-patient....or , is that being
impatient ?.......who knows , sonic's or should I say
phonic's , whatever I mean , or need , or sayed...
hooked on sonic's is almost light speed.......
whenever we're confronted with grave decisions ,
sometime's we don't understand....
the gravity of the situation , but , what is gravity ?
but a force that anchors us to the earth.....
how grave is that outlook ?
at one moment......our moment......
began as spermatozoon swimming to an egg ,
do you think now , our swim ,
is to swim the celestial sea ????
so what is the gravity of our situation ?
what is the meaning to our true question ?
true questing , still testing........
is that quest-ion , spontaneous combustion ?
with real-eyes ,we should realize.....
our true purpose , is our souls quest.........
she woudn't listen to me she woudn't at all she said it was his fault, but he took
the fall, it wasent him it was me she wont listen to me you see,i,ve tryed
everything i,ve tryed them all i even tryed to smash my head into a wall.She wont
listen she wont at all i wil never get her to listen to me ,only to the man who took
the fall.
i,ve tryed my best she woudn't listen now shes makeing me listen, shes says its
him i did nothing she sayed it was he who was lusting.if she would listen i would
tell her to, but she wont listen so i am through.i wil try to forget i wil try to not regret
she still rights poems of this loss i can't stoper for i am not the boss.
im afraid if she doesn't listen
she wil get in trouble and wined up in abysin.so this is my poem about her i wil
not forget not once indeed.for it is my fault that i took her man indeed.
~~^>{CARLIE BLACK}<^~~
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