Shouting in the dark
Screaming in the night
Howling in the silence
Tensing for a fight
Steeling for the blow
Cowering in fear
Reeling from the thought
There is no friend here
Summoning up hope
Longing for release
Recalling the days
Of life lived in peace
Calling out to God
Telling him my plight
Listening in pain
For songs in the nigh
I'm hurting inside,
My feelings are fried,
I've tried and tried,
Now I'm terrified.
I cried so many times,
Lied about my own crimes,
Hiding them in rhymes.
Priming my abilities,
To see through fallacies.
A disease I didn't ask for,
Yet my consent brings more.
It's been such a chore,
I don't want it anymore,
I'm poor and my body's sore,
They fed my core with lies,
My food is poisoned by dyes,
Pesticides decide the fate,
Of the vegetables I ate.
Feeding our vision full of hate,
Now no one wants to participate.
Trained straight through a TV,
They were programming me.
Making me think I was happy,
Now my body feels crappy,
I'm sappy and tired,
My system mis wired.
I fired the chiefs,
They were more like a thief,
Steeling your belief,
A false sense of relief,
Feeding us all grief,
Leaving us all hurting inside.
Cannot make it anymore.
Do not know what to do.
Life is closing in on me.
Have decided to give up.
Looks like a bunch of losers.
Lying, cheating and steeling.
Trump held Bible upside down.
What a weird country we have.
Have written many poems.
Many of them brag about.
Whatever you do with last one.
Make sure you remember me.
when praying while kneeling
God was always appealing
(God my hand had been dealing)
(God gave me great feeling)
(God would help when we were healing)
(God was rocking and reeling)
(God my religion was revealing)
(God stopped my sinning and steeling)
idiot blooming
would go to church not grooming
found my wife fuming
in God we believe
there are those who do deceive
causing us to grieve
when the sun will set
we would fool around and fret
were deeper in debt
The white leather creaks
As damp pith breathes
Thin and strong
Against a solemn sky.
As branches again take
Punishment from northern winds
The trunk stands firm
Steeling itself for the assault ahead.
Straight despite the brutish
Harsh and relentless gusts
The leather flakes and peels
Like a snake shedding skin.
Ready for the new birth
Another year is coming
A cycle of the earth and sun,
Rain, wind, snow, all will befall it.
Evermore the silver birch
A symbol of strength through adversity
Stands tall with smoke like branches
Ready to add another ring to its life.
"Start as you mean to go on" they say
An impossible task to fulfil
If we start and continue along the same vein
We never will blossom and grow.
Evolving, reaction and organic growth
Allow us to finish our task
And start with the path in pursuing the goal
By applying an oxygen mask
Personal willing adapting to change
Steeling ourselves to the cause
Taking the time to catch your breath
A worth while and valuable pause
Resilient, adaptable, seeking results
Fine qualities in your pursuit
Yet don't start and continue along the same line
Instead relish the shake-ups en route
Truth Be Known Set the Tone
we shall set the tone
when the whole truth had been known
which will be my own
Became Border Recorder
became recorder
while with my son and daughter
living on border
Cars Crashing and Lights Flashing
two cars were crashing
while the lights had been flashing
police started trashing
Did Distribute Each Attribute
we did distribute
our allowance and attribute
looking cute in suit
Do Share and Spare Independence
have so much to spare
independence did declare
should be sure to share
Russia Revealing China Caught Stealing
they hurt our feelings
China had been caught steeling
Russia was revealing
Tense Made Sense and Consequence
body became tense
which always did make much sense
stiffness consequence
Agree Debris in China Should Still Be
we always agree
balloon become falling debris
in China should still be
James Thesarious Precarious
Hilarious Horn Haiku
Black swan effect, crisis precipitates
Leaving the faint of heart, totally wrecked
Save brave hearts, who in stillness meditate
Our fall into the abyss, goes unchecked
All that matters now, is we stand erect
Boldly facing, whatever be our fate
Theory of randomness, not perfect
Black swan effect, crisis precipitates
Knowing time and tide, for no man does wait
Through adversity we gain self-respect
Prayer steeling resolve, till storm abates
Leaving the faint of heart, totally wrecked
Upon earth, as both subject and object
Most succumb to desires; ego borne bait
We are not mind body; fact who’d suspect
Save brave hearts, who in stillness meditate
Deep dark fear, our confidence decimates
Self-imposed delusion, our soul infects
Dwelling in self-pity and thoughts unchaste
Our fall into the abyss, goes unchecked
Oh hermit, ceasing grasping, now connect
To the pulse of love, joyfully gyrate
Let this world of transience have no affect
With fortitude and patience, just out-wait
Black swan effect
18-March-2021
Buyer Beware
David J Walker
The Earth is our patient host
And we are the guests
Feasting freely in a full pantry
Steeling the linen
Calling our neighbors invaders
Demanding justice to fortify our
Positions and satisfy our ambitions
Enforcing the bowing and kneeling
But buyer beware
Earth has its own practice
Of healing
So many times in life,
I've found myself blind;
Always hiding in plain sight,
And falling forever behind.
I try to seek my way,
But true self evades,
Deep inside me lies
A youth that never fades.
She crawls forever
Within the maze of thought;
Steeling herself from pain
And torture others have wrought.
Her eyes are forever closed
Until her heart melts off the frost
And someone comes to aide
The little baby girl lost.
Penetrating rays of vibrant sunshine
Pierce through the darkness
Night’s black cruelty, ruthless
Angst assuring the shadows
Of dismal confusion, hysteria
A phrenzy of muddy discouragement
The sun winks through snowy clouds
Breaking across the azure scene
Fulfilling the yearning for a whisper
Of serenity caressing the spirit
Coloring the heart in hues of compassion
Musical cords of soft inspiration soothing
With this brilliant light, the sun rising
Across the edge of a stormy past
Suffering the melancholy and peppering
Of powerful sparks, like fire glimmering,
Reaching through the darkest thoughts
To breathe flames of joy and insight
Almost like a song, the music plays on
In the waves of soft fluffy clouds
Where harmony is known as love that lives
On prayers of faith and hopes built by
Grace, amazing and alive, steeling
All worries and fears with deepest feeling
Sunlight enriches the delights of hearts
Who know Love is alive, a fire on the inside
Rustling with wonders, flavors of desire
Clever ideas that bring with them truth
Inspired by the heavenly hope we know
As God, the most brilliant light of them all
So, the Internet's down
Why the frown??
As my friends predicted
I'm totally addicted
I could read a book
yet I sit here and pout
'Cos what I want
is currently out
Hey, I'll call a friend --
Hm. Their lines are all busy
I'm thinking Ben must be home
The question is: Is he?
OK! Alright! Enough is enough!
What's happened to me?
I used to be tough
Ready: I'm steeling myself now. Grrrr...
~ Guess there's no iron in creampuffs!
the wind blows golden pellets of heat carving out a figure
spotted gaurdians pace as the sculpted body transforms
once dry granuals of earth morphed into soft mirages of beauty
a trick perhaps to the untrained eye look deeper still ..magic
she stretches her golden liquid body across the dune
testing the boundries of this new found transformation
an uncontrollable desire to reach across the plains
to touch all that can be seen to be touched by all that see's
a keeper of the sands of time now wanting to be kept
the silloutte of a child steeling a glance,deciefering reality
feeling the warmth of the desert wondering what tricks it plays
the dunes holding her beautiful form as the cheetahs pant
even the meerkat struggles with this vision
this goddess of sand and time naked before them
the steele wisdom of the great cats glance confirms
the open mind trancends,opening a new chapter
to believe what is seen to see what is believed
reaching out to feel what is or is not there
the child races to her side wanting to be held
looking down his hands fill with the sands of time
T.A.L jr.
My Seven Thousandth Poem
This is actually it believe it or not.
I have composition books full of them.
They are even on all kinds and sizes
of sheets of paper. I write them on
church bulletins and Day By Day.
Seven thousandth poem soon will reach;
Do wonder if I am a lenient poetry leech,
Steeling thought,
And got caught;
Write them God has many ways to teach.
Jim Horn
The knife was in my hand, I know,
I felt the blade against my thigh.
I thought the steel would cut you off,
I thought that I was being kind.
The knife was in my hand, I thought,
I thought that I should sever ties.
But strong and steel and should got lost,
When all that I could do was cry.
The knife was in my hand no more,
I found the blade inside my mouth.
I felt it stealing to yours,
And now we're both unarmed, without.
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