Sharpe Poems

Robin's Winter Song

In the clear winter air, Robin sings
Perched on branch in hawthorn tree
Sweet melody such happiness brings
Feeling the song is just for me.

Sharpe eyed aware eyes so bright
Curious friend shows me no fear
Red-breasted robin joyful sight
Garden constant throughout the year.

Pleasure gained is my reward
Sight of winter tranquility
Hawthorn tree does daily afford
Moments of nature's simplicity.



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Razor Blades

Razor blades are very sharpe 
They are hairs to shape 
For the sake of sharpness 
Trees to go to axes

Tongue of Death

Sounds coming from thy mouth
Bring death and destruction
It is not man that kills but the tongue
Who orders man to a war of death

Sharpe as a two edge sword once said 
How powerful a few words can be
We follow like sheep to be Slaughtered
Through words and the stroke of a pen

The tongue is a weapon we all have
Some use it with kindness others kill
Spit out your words wisely with love
Use them with kindness not death

He

He is slender he is slight
Like a razor Sharpe piece of light 
He sits no longer than a fly
His attention shoots from side to side

He never stops to take a rest
It’s of he goes to make a mess
It’s a laugh when he’s around
You must take him as he’s found

Climbing, running, sliding down
His feet are never on the ground 
A freak of speed he loves the ride
The faster it goes the ‘more he cries’

He is handsome and he knows
All the others find him so
If engaging, he’s is a joy
But to get the attention, of this boy?

A beautiful soul with a loving pride
A full-on soul with a darker side
Love from him means more than others
His sister finds him like no other

This perfect thin and golden man
Is growing fast as anyone can
To love him means the world to me
To be his friend and let him free!

The Old Mahout

The jungle ever green destroyed 
Killing all the inhabiting elephants 
Very sharpe the bull hook 
The old Mahout

Poor Sword

Tear is a sword of poor,very sharpe and power.Wiping all poor’s tear come near to God certain his dear!

Life

State Bound 
State all the way
Way of life
Way of the day
Day to night
Day to life
Life is legit 
Life is honoring 
Honoring veterans
Honoring all people
People are crazy
People are smart
Smart as God
 Smart as math 
Math sucks
Math is stupid
Stupid as the devil
Stupid as Rocks
Rocks are heavy
Rocks are strong for all
All the pieces
All the glass
Glass will cut you
Glass is sharp
Sharp as a knife
Sharpe as love
Love is amazing
Love is Hurtful
Hurtful as a knife
Hurtful as a broken bone
Bone headed
Bones that shattered
Shattered like my life
Shattered like my dreams 
Dreams become reality
Dreams are wishes
Wishes don’t come true
Wishes sometimes hurt
Hurt like love
Hurts like life
Love…….
Hurts…….

Unaware of Charity

In the darkness of my closet 
I lay on my back...crying
Orange Handled knife in my hand...heart racing
Shapeless emotions coursings through my mind
Tear drops...salty salty tear drops fill my ears
Cold Sharpe knife prickes my already damaged skin
My closed eyes pop open
The knifes drops to the floor immediately
The front door opened
...mom came home
I didn't cut that night
Thanks mom.

Autumn

Autumn is a frozen church
We wait at heavy doors
That smell of rust,

Not a Moon cold enough
To be called heartless
Or breathclouds of old steam

More an estuary of
Dumped mist afraid to ice;
The taste of wax on your lips,

A frame of hair round a
Hatted face, out steps as slow
As if we must tread water,
 
You are ice and rain and
The first crystals and even
More than this, beside me.

(for Carl Sharpe)

The Hawk

The Hawk flys overhead
soaring everlasting in circles
around the poor field mice.

six o'clock.

The Red Sun is now parrallel
to the treeline in the West.
Six o'clock
Dinnertime.
The hawk dives down, like a speeding bullet
and snatches up a small mouse, who was walking
along the corroded barbwire fence,
with his sharpe and dangerous talans.

Six o'clock. Feeding time.
A lover is now gone from the world of field mice,
Just like that.
With the turn of a hand on a clock
Six o'clock.
With the rumble of a Hawk's empty stomach
now a fellow mouse is gone. Forever.

Sad, isn't it?

Stuck

I am stuck inside this ugly and 
misty hallways of pain.
While your anger crawls and 
splashes upon my soul, forcing 
me to feel patches of shame.
Your wicked behavior pulled me 
down to the depths of black hell.
Disrespectful words, twisting 
and slicing my lost heart, tears 
oddly fell.

Darkness stuck inside my heart, 
stabbing it with hateful strife.
Your blade cold and Sharpe, 
carving, cutting and disecting 
my life. 
Depressed as bitterness and 
despair lay at my feet.
Struggling to maintain my 
sanity, this relationship is now 
shattered and obsolete.

Orange Pumpkin Sat

Orange pumpkin sat
Upon dining room table
Sliced by long sharpe knife
"Twas spicy brown on inside
Frosting and icing cream cheese  

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Celebrating 50:Xvii

I cannot forget
So easily how many died this good season
I must not regret
The Christ who alone died for the best of reason

But when Tacky fell
And all the slaves in banished freedom died in vain
My anger still swell
Against that colonial treason. O disdain!

Then Sam Sharpe like Christ
Heard the throng, and the wicked gallows faced alone
I count treason thrice

And yet know once more
How Rastafarians hunted like pennd hogs fell, cast
By a lie that tore
Into the heart of some close to me. Hate too passed.

Easter now again
The season of insurrections and rebellions
The time to audit pain
Against the powers that rule trampled minions

Always at this time
Comes the blow against human worth and our freedom
In this haunted clime
I will avoid Jerusalem till our God come.

Death Rides In

Death rides in fast on his large pale horse
hooves violently gliding over gravel
nothing can stop him or alter his course
An enigma for you to unravel

his hooded cloak black covering white bones
his sharpe scythe gleams in pale moonlit night
he'll ignore your pleas and laugh at your groans
he is the angel of the dark and light

You will only ever glance him one time
once you've seen, there is no turning away
you will hear 'come with me, for you are mine'
far too late for hope, much too late to pray

look into his eyes, there are none deeper
and know you're face to face with the reaper.

Parallel

A night of astral castle building 
This illusionist skin became sag
Dropped fleshed , Sharpe human
Abhorrently mirror transfixed 
Naked in her bathroom,
The nectar calling
Dreamed spiritually with a mouth
Remembering last nights sleep
Mother made with love
Daisies in Jell-O, militia told to eat
Sickening me with pedal-taste

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