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If you ever find you’re forgetting me,
remember, you’ll find me in my poetry.
If you ever want to see me again
look where I am painted in my pen.
Drill in me the essence of your soul
inscribe in me indelible your breath and presence
so that I will no longer breathe in another for completeness and stillness….
Form:
Would I be able to write in Slam
To attempt it I would just totally clam
For me it's rhyme
It does me just fine
If I tried, it would end up in a sham
Oh God you inscribe in me refreshing inspirations like fingerprints around your sunset
that reflect in me bright illuminating your presence
as I sit pondering at the beauty of nature’s essence
hoping to understand, achieve and attain you………
Form:
HUNGRY OR WHAT?
Wife said to me other day,
Like my new skirt?
Said yeah, but isn’t it a bit shortish?
Not completely short but a little........
This afternoon I asked her
Are we having dinner or what?
I’m feeling a bit peckish.
She said, ask me when you are totally peck, ok?
To pen by light of darkness
With only the moonlight to guide me
Wondering... just wondering
Who I am inside
I know I am me
But who would me be
A writer for writing
Passion for which
Is never relenting
Engaging delights
Living within imagination
True to form, I am me
A writer for writing
Writing to please
Night has come sneaking upon me, caught me working at this infernal machine.
My eyes are heavy from the work I’ve done, all the pages I’ve seen.
I think I’ll relinquish the keyboard for now, head for the kitchen and get me some chow.
Then it’s off to bed for a little sleep, if I can keep from having to count those sheep.
Without anytime
I will get you
Just arrange your words
And say you love me too
Could you give me some love
For just a moment
Cos there's none reason
To make me different
There's no day without you
There's no word that I can say too
Just please forgive me, oh baby, I do
I really miss you cos my love so true
-1998-
Seaward seeking...on a voyage finding LOVE
Empty hands and heart left me with none to LOSE
But somewhere southbound, the compass left me LOST
No bearing back or finding that....which I wanted MOST
Rocking through vengeful waves, blinded by the MIST
A Map of loves failed pursuit... balled up in my FIST
Pulled in wet dripping nets, with not one FISH
My brain‘s sprung a leak
Words are tumbling out
Good, bad, happy, sad
It doesn’t matter
They fall onto the page
I can’t sleep
Repressed for so long they’ve rallied and escaped
Running free, punishing me
At any cost
They force me to write
I can’t focus
Words flow through my mind
Verse, lines, lyric and rhymes
Holding me hostage
They show no relenting
Who are you to question my authority
Who are you totell me
How things supposed to be
Who are you to pass judgement and
Don't even observe
If you ask me I think you have
Some Nerve
Who are you to tell me what I need to do
Who are you to say my heart is not true
Who are you to think that
You can have the last word
If you ask me I think you have
Some Nerve
Some writers are a lexicon
an educational experience
Some writers are simplicity
reaching far and wide
Some play your heart strings
or tickle your sweet spot
Some grab evil and send chills running
then make me sleep with the lights burning!
**Thanks to all the poetry soup group for the support and well wishes!
Your fine writing makes me seek out what is new everday!
I write to release
so I don't explode
It helps me think
of what I do not know
I hate as I tend to rhyme
Maybe I can stop it
this one last time
I trust with no doubts
but always having a fear
I only know YOU for a few weeks
and I've already given myself to you
I hope that you stick to your words
so there's not hurt down the road
boredom shouldn't be times
to cause me pain
Some poems touch my heart,
takes me back to happy days.
Some poems makes me thankful,
for everything I have.
Some poems lets me see
things of nature so wonderful.
Some poems takes me to
lands unknown.
Some poems let me dream
of things I'll never do.
Some poems are sad,
some pomes are happy.
Some poems go on and on,
some poems like this one,
will end now.
wrote 11-20-07
This Poets Prayer
If I may let me bring
some beauty to this world
not with my flesh
but from my soul
I pray.
Help me form
from nothingness
a gift that I can share
and touch a heart or two
along the way.
Teach me how
to display
the visions that I see
forever taking shape
within my mind.
Guide my hand
across the page
with growing certainty
to cultivate these visions
that I find.
Form:
Somebody stepped on me once
and I was angry enough to swear.
The hardest game comes into play,
kill them with kindness or fight back.
Soon after I came across words that
forever changed my attitude toward
human confrontation:
"Treat me good and I'll treat you better, treat
me bad and I'll treat you worse"-Freedom, Credos from the Road
Nobody took advantage of my overly giving nature since.
"Stay with me."
And allow me peace.
No fighting for fame.
No focus for fortune.
Keep me yours, and I will "be".
Lines and stanzas.
Stories and books.
"These are our verses contributed."
Secrets. Release.
Escape and admire.
This is the portrait of us.
Finding meaning in each other.
Hearts and words,
my oldest friend.
Bonded by letters,
Sealed by blood and breath.
And together...
"We conquer death."
So I'm not pretty
Like my ribbon and pearls and flower bedazzled sisters
So I'm plain
Without frills or twirls or swirls of vivid hues
So I stand out with my arms open wide
Hiding nothing
So I don't have stanzas and rhymes and schemes aplenty
Does that make me unworthy
Does that make me less
Does that make me unattractive at best
Am I not still art
So I tell it like it is
Tell me what is wrong with that?
this is this is this my last poem on this site
i realise i'm not exactly brilliant but why should i fight
if i can't fully express myself theres no point at all
i guess freedom of speech on this site doesnt play ball
after the contest i'll be ending this page
maybe i'll find a site that lets me express my rage.
*thankyou to everyone who has viewed and commented on my poetry and to anyone that has
placed me in contests*
Within the pages white as snow
and between the lines as black as coal,
to all the places You have sowed,
Oh Lord, let me abide within the line.
Within the turning page we see.
Alight, aflame in harmony.
And friends or foes do go in mystery.
Oh Lord, let me abide within the line.
Let me alight in peace with Thee and Poe,
with Kipling’s tales in Just So
with Moses staff and Joseph’s sign
Oh Lord, let me abide within the line.
It has been too long since my last rhyme
And how I missed the soup
In which each taste portrays the time
Of every cry,yell,laugh and whoop
Hey there fella
Get me under that
Umberella before it rains them dogs
And cats
Again? Foal thing!
I promise I wont leave you alone again
Like the last time you cringed
When I slowly let that rusty door open
Let me weep weep weep
While you rhyme rhyme rhyme
Oh ,how rich would I be
If I heard that with every dime!
No, no leave me here
upon the table
and, if she's able
she'll pen a few lines.
No, no don't put me away
let me stay
with these blue lines
to guide a thought
she might find a lot
to say.
Its almost like I call to her:
"See, see. You can,
you can write, right."
And, through the night
and all through the day
I'll be here
near the chair
or near the bed
and suddenly,
she'll be holding me
scribbling furiously
as though someone
is chasing her.
(12/06/2011)
What if I’m the one who cheats
What if you’re the hurt hart
Will our love be departed wish
Or you’ll give me chance for another start
What if you’re the one who love me so
Will I ask you to go
Will you beg me to stay
Or you’ll be the one for away
What if you love me more
Instead of lusted by her
So what am I here for?
You ripped me to the core
Now I’ll leave for sure
We’re not for each other
My love is too pure
For you to ignore
*Being featured on July 13, 2011
(Written in May of 2003)
I start on a journey
no turning back.
For once I will finish
what I start.
A labour of love
yanked from the depths
of my heart - written
in my own blood.
A piece of myself
vulnerable, exposed;
put out into the harsh
fluorescent light of reality.
*POP* my bubble
put me on the table
judge me, mock me, condemn me
tell me I don't have it.
That's okay because
I'll try anyways.
I'll put the best I have
into reaching my destination.