Man has reached what a plight !
Facebook a social networking site !
What does one get by browsing though profiles?
All it does is only defiles!
People keep logging in and logging out
Is it some form of sex bout ?
Why make a show of life on a site
Are we trying to fill up some empty hole inside?
Let the sails of my life gently unfurl
In my tight cozy unobtrusive world
Cold, damp and lonely,
an endless cycle of
never ending misery,
masked to prevent fear in
my children.
Small, torn and always
second hand, my clothes
are as dull as grey
stone.
Large, dominant and
mountainous, debt
is forever increasing
over my head; it weighs
heavy on my shoulders.
Dark, gloomy and sombre,
my life is deprived of
happiness; entrapment
is the only feeling
in my mind.
Poverty is what my
daily life seems to
reflect causing others
to make assumptions of
my character; taunts
created cause anger and
sadly shame for I am barely
able to keep afloat in these
dark times.
My home is nothing but a
place of hell; walls peeling,
dampness covered surfaces,
destroying health of many,
food deprived cupboards,
and barely any warmth during
the season of winter.
Poverty, an unspoken creation
seen as nothing but shame,
never accepted within the
worlds of the more affluent
classes.
It seems you’ve already made up your mind
Rescinded decisions is what u made of l see
Something you need to know pretty well
Before you single out your property and leave
That l got no compunctions at all for the path l took
I won’t even curse the day l met u
Neither shall l even consider forgetting
The very moment when love got sour
But cherish l will the moments we had
Some of those we held too dear
I hope you'll get the compulsory ingredient 4 your recipe
Cope, cope and cope
Cope with your life devoid of me
Cope with your sleep without my arms around you
Cope with your sorrows without me for consolation
Cope with your joys without me to give it the life it takes
I guess you got a message for me
The bells already ring loudly with clarity
To remind me that my time is over
Back to the drawing board l have to return it seems
Now club Monaco awaits me
To hit the pool balls one at a time
As l swallow one, two or more for the road
As l premeditate ma life without you
And get back as you sent mi.....
TO SQUARE ONE!!
Hollow faith caress bruised esteem
scars hidden underneath the seam
night reverberate silent screams
aborted dreams,aborted dreams
fractured by lustful invasion
modesty lies among treason
Why victims are pinned as reason?
unfold questions, unfold questions.
drenched in shame, locked in guilty vault
she gulps down his ruthless assault
striving for answers, 'What's my fault?'
When life will halt, when life will halt?
Poetry Type - Monotetra
The monotetra is a new poetic form developed by Michael Walker. Each stanza contains four
lines in monorhyme. Each line is in tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of eight
syllables. What makes the monotetra so powerful as a poetic form, is that the last line
contains two metrical feet, repeated. It can have as few as one or two stanzas, or as many
as desired.
Brings expansion to life in style and grace,
Independency destroys affectionate lace.
Reality of dual sponsorship, nature’s base,
Delivers such beauty in everyone’s face,
Securing the future of a perpetual place,
All aspects of life and death take time.
Not to be stopped, for it would be a crime.
Directed in circles each one a new prime,
Birds, bees, animals, even humanity and trees,
Each one has procreation, as well in the seas.
Explaining it is difficult among many degrees.
Sincerely, life would end, without each of these.
What a drive it’s been
A mile down the road
How different life looks
From here to there
Half a mile away
I saw people breaking their backs
Trying to find their lives
Where they lay ruined
Yet here there’s laughter
With nothing amiss
As though through innocence
People are blind
To a mile down the road
A different race is being run
Here people empty their pockets
On drink, food and tea
There they empty their houses
Of all they possess
Here we’re involved in the chase
Not for what has been lost
But what might be won
Not to say life doesn’t go on
Just doesn’t seem right
Here it moves fast
While a mile down the road
Nothing will last
Knowing it’s the way of the world
That some will thrive
While others merely survive
Makes acceptance no easier
Of what a drive it’s been
And that how life is viewed
Depends solely upon
From where it’s been seen
Wrapped in Pain
Oh, night when naught but life contained death’s toy.
As heated new obscenities were strewn,
And empty bottles like forgotten dreams
Withdrew the spirit from its sullen shroud.
Then, poisoned any hope with great distress.
Imprisoned empty pledges groaning, cold--
And thoughts eschewing, loosing, soon displayed:
A never-ending hurt that cried alone.
And sallow faces wreathing dirty floors.
Another ache embraces hearts that bear
The royal pain that emptiness has crowned
Enthroned by spirits drowning life again.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 15, 2010
Poetic form: Blank verse
We don’t know what life may bring.
Yes, it’s a road that’s ever winding.
Some days it’s as bumpy as lizard’s skin
Some days it’s as smooth as a sheet of paper.
Yes, life is a road with many exits.
Traveling this road takes much labor.
We have to do our best on each exit,
In order to pass life’s test.
Life it’s a winding road,
With many familiar and peculiar,
Sights on the roadside.
Make sure you stay focused,
On winning the ultimate prize,
When you travel the road of life,
The one that winds.
wrote 2-2-10
(In celebration of Veterans Day, allow me this sentimental poem.)
Seems no higher thing existed
Than the mud on my shoes
For no other sight I beheld,
Trudging this gruel on these blisters
No one was ever for war
But war is what found me
Politics aside, those voices are far,
Doing right is all I need
Somewhere someday maybe
My hunger will cease,
And smiles of gratitude I’ll receive
On behalf of my friends, deceased
My needs are simple enough now
But no civilian will ever share
This weight of humanity grand and foul
Well, duty and honor is all I care
I’ll get through this just to see
How precious one life can be
My life for yours, my sweat for your tears
That’s just the way I can be all that I can be.
You live your life to honor Him
But instead you lead a life full of shame and sin
take your beliefs and need for repetition
and continue to walk in the wrong direction
feed your lies to the brainwashed child
who believes they are a free thinker but are instead just a figure of your "perfect
design"
A scheme that you learned from your father
And have passed on to your sons and your daughters
Repeat the cycle and spin the wheel
Continue to live your life of evil
Brainwash the child, don't let him think on his own
Fill his mind with thoughts that are now his own
Don't allow him to break the mold
Rape his mind and leave him blind to follow the footsteps of your "perfect design"
Watching as Life Goes By
By Dane A. Smith-Johnsen
The Interstate Traffic,
Composed of many folks,
Landscapes very graphic
In sun or when rain soaks.
People on vacation
Or driving fast to work
Going to the ocean
Sunbathing is the perk.
Don’t forget to mention
The meetings meant to sell.
Leaving for conventions.
To learn how to do well--
Children visit mothers.
And reminisce for fun.
Young sisters and brothers
Are quickly on the run.
Going here, going there
Doing this, doing that.
Maybe to a state fair
To judge a hog that's fat.
Birthdays, weddings, parties!
Gone shopping very fast.
As busy as a bee,
Too long, such rushing lasts!
Meanwhile, cows in pastures.
Watch many cars go by.
Partaking nature lures.
Greeting the bright blue sky.
Likewise in the woodlands,
With the Interstate nigh-
Watching, I hold God's hand.
With peace, while life goes by.
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Moon and stars silhouettes look down upon the sane
All the pristine porcelain faces lifted up to care
Intertwined fingers optimistically seeking out repair
Tolerance is not the toiling only of the brave
To find unified understanding is what the species craves
Eating of chrysanthemums call to darkness, be eclipsed
Bathe pure enlightenment producing innocence
Causing hearts to swell with love, beating live balloons
The “Perfect world” residing within Fabergé cocoons
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Darkness and misery secreted from disdain
All distorted tarnished faces sodden with despair
Lungs expanded beyond capacity, choking on the air
Hollow heads full of sorrow roll in like crimson waves
Crashing upon hopeless steely shores with desecrated pain
Soaring far from absent shadows into the great abyss
Bitter taste of hateful words linger on pursed lips
Lacerated tongue, swollen, bleeding from its wounds
Inhuman world residing within lanolin cocoons
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I already said this once
but i mean it this time
your are the friend
i always had in mind
i hate to say goodbye again
you mean the world to me
but as life happens i
have to set you free
i must not cry
i know i am doing right
this is a war
we no longer have to fight
your love so sure
i can't do this and survive
no i can and i will
i am breating i am alive
no matter how much i feel
for you i will always love you
life will go by as does time
knowing this was something i must do
my tears are falling as i write this
hoping life without you is bliss
i know it will not oh well
this wouldn't be the first time i fell
this to you my bestfriend... farewell
A wrong path taken a sudden curve in the road.
So you take a fall over some false code.
Thrown in a cell.
Taking the blame for thoose secrets we never tell.
Concrete walls cast shadows over sky.
So many souls trapped watching dreams die.
You had a little baby now she's a cute little girl so you learn.
Years drag slowly as pinwheels turn.
No one plans on making loved ones
cry.
In a place life does not exist.
You spend your time watching dreams die.
Was it the system or just a stupid mistake.
Long after the bars.
The guilt alone you will take.
You missed your mothers funeral but her
her heart died with you.
A letter informed a inmate his marriage
was threw.
You lost part of your life this you cannot
deni.
Trapped behind bars watching dreams
die.
I feel God's presence and experience His love no matter how
A single touch of His hand is more than enough
I read God's word so I can really grow
God teaches values and guides thru life and that's so
He's always there for me when feeling sad and low
All I have to do is to call upon His Holy name that's all I know
Sometimes tribulations and problems seem to multiply and grow
But I know God will just hold me all the way through.
A single touch of His hand is more than enough
So I fasten my eyes on the Lord as I go
Feeling in my heart His divine love and that's so
Life can be sweet and life at times can be sad and bad
You know that life sucks sometimes and that people run mad
Pain pierces your heart and love can be tough
But the Word of God tells the truth and kicks Satan out
Mistakes are made and life's key just turns rough
I read God's Word so I can really grow
And in my heart I feel God's love and that's truly so!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
January,14,2009
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