Short Philosophyme Poems
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donot pluck those smiling flowers
and place them
upon this mortal self when
darkness engulfs me.
Put me back in Her bosom
with a reminder that LORD
be with me in my voyage to
the other world.
Form:
O! My wonder world
thanks thee for thy life
thanks thee for thy beauty
for thy companion and
thy compassion, but
let me escape.
I neither want thy pain
nor thy pleasure
please let me move
into the world
where lies my soul.
I look upon my shadowed face,
grinning at me in the flames.
The rush of rage has left me high,
but quickly I crash to an all time low.
I look upon my hellish work,
I'm choking on my rage.
I see myself as all I hate,
my tears mix with the blood on my hands.
How will you cleanse your hands?
Silently he waits for me
Shrouded in mystery
I've never seen his face
But I sense his presence every place
He thinks he's kind
i think he's cruel
I wish it was a game
Where I could change the rules
But deep inside, i know he'll be
The last person that I'll see
And since this is true
I hope that death is kind to me and to you
How can a stranger
Save your life?
A simple comment sent
My way
And she rescued my day
Pulled from the mundane
Saved from the obscurity
To make me feel important
To keep me from dismay
She rescued my day
Shocked was I
At the breadth of human kindness
I took it upon myself to pay it forward
So maybe when I pay
I can rescue your day
BURRY ME
Burry me with a bottle of gin
Carry my heart in its heat
My breath a mist so thin
Perfumed by its unholy deed
Burry me in a pack of wood
Let it burn and loosen
Its heat my soul’s hood
Its pain a learnt lesson
So when my sentence be pronounce
To languish in eternal fire
Its heat a ceaseless eternal rouse
My soul will bow with desire.
Form:
Sleep has become a thing of fear,
the Darkness is so frightening here.
Uncertainty creeps over me-
am I awake, or still asleep?
Do I exist just in a dreaam?
Sleeping makes me want to scream.
No longer does it bring me rest,
to me, it is to much like death.
My soul's unsure as what is real,
a terrifying, dark Ordeal.
On sleep I unleash a Coup de Grace,
Inducing my Insomnia.
Form:
Coroner, take this blood,
all this vile redness.
Please, cut me slowly,
let me savour these wounds.
Coroner, examine my heart,
not its silent function.
I beg, destroy this brain,
let it not think again.
Coroner, deceive my kin,
let them think me dead.
Please, let me stay here,
living in this morgue.
Coroner, sew me tightly,
I hope for this to scar.
I pray, for beauty's sake,
that I'll stay this young.
In some sense,
I am mighty me,
and in many others,
I am puny me,
its bad that mighty me,
seems to dominate,
making that puny punier,
those who want me to be puny,
do not even notice it,
they do not stand,
but glare and sit,
and usually,
I take a hit,
I wished somebody would help,
me cure,
for now and more,
from this me mighty,
that has taken my peace,
and left me all fighty.
Do you care for me? Better show me because its now or never!
Do you wan't to be with me? Better show me because its now or never!
Do you love me? Better show me because its now or never!
If your answer is yes then show me now, don't put it off until tomorrow
because you never know What is in store, tomorrow may not even be.
Show your true feelings today not tomorrow, because today may be our
last together, that is why I say its now or never!
Form:
Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid
Don’t think I haven’t a clue
Don’t fob me off with excuses
Don’t tell me what I should do
You know that your product is faulty
You know that I have every right
You know that I want a full refund
You know that I don’t want a fight
But should you refuse my request, mate
And believe me that’s not very wise
I will, take the product in question
And make sure it brings tears to your eyes
© John W Fenn 08-05-2009
Form:
with open mind and hardened heart
im trekking thru this plane
when enemies cant play their part
it leaves much to explain
is somthing truely hovering
that gives me such a glow?
opponents surely shuddering
at something.. i dont know
is it the fact that i prepared
my head for future trials?
or is it the torch that i bared
that gives me such a guile
i think that its my diety
that makes things fall apart
with weapons rasing against me
my praying surely starts
I stood atop a mountain high
Surveyed the vastness of the sky
With arms extended outwardly
A moments thought inspirit me.
I pray you mount, I beg bespeak
Please share with me your grand mystique;
Bestow on me the things you know.
An echo thrice said, “No!.. No!.. No!”
Why? I asked, disconcertingly
Meaning is all I seek, only
Please, please impart what I should know.
Again the echo,” No!.. No!.. No!”
Instantly it began to rain
‘Twas then my quest was all in vain.
Give me my respect!
Or I'll gut ya
Please please pleassseee!!!!!!!!
I promise to give into your demands
Kiss chubby white babies on their lips
Sparkle and shine
Twinkle always in my eye
OKAY! I'm done begging
I demand that you give me my immortality
Through shrines of artificial images
Kiss my picture at night and plead
For me to just even talk to you
Okay... a little too much borderline cocky
But I deserve for you to respect me
Wouldn't you want the same of yourself?
You've lifted me so high, lifting me
me out of the darkness of sin. You've
blessed me well. I'd give my life today
if you asked.
For you lifted me, I give you the praise
and the glory forever more. But I often
ask myself how can you forgive someone
like me?
After coming up, thinking about that answer
It came, why should I question God's work?
For you lifted me so, sparing me then and
now, you'v given me my strength and can
fulfill my mission, our mission to this life.