What do we get from battles and war,
Nothing, a no-win score
Causing war is a sin,
Not to be entered in,
Pain and suffering felt by all
Soldiers' backs against a wall
Where evil and corruption thrive
Struggling to stay alive
It was not in their life plan
To shoot or maim their fellow man
All aspects of life are lost
At an unaccountable cost.
All who live in the war zone
Feel devastated, lost alone
And those of us who are standing by
Unable to help but pray and cry
Needless the loss of kith and kin
What is there left to win?
Nothing because there will be nothing left
Both countries and man will become bereft,
Evil reigns, sad to say
Has this monster come to stay
Perhaps we all have much to learn
Before we see this Devil burn.
Categories:
unable to help, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
time goes by one hundred years
man goes on surrounded by fears
learn ? no he did not
he took on a fools role and suffered a lot
now he walks the earth, a barren place
void of life ,such a disgrace
colors are all gone ,now its just grey
nothing like the ambience of my day
animals are extinct ,or few are far between
i remember a time they played in the green
rainforests long gone ,now its bare earth
the lands been stripped of her beauty and worth
a magical tree stands alone
unable to help as it has no home
its wilters in the scorching sun
unable to supply oxygen its almost done
a child's cry far away
the sound of sorrow in this modern day
her future is bleak
as the past generation was weak
the years went by ,as the greed took place
the enviroment was cursed, by the human race
one hundred years now goes by
with only one tree to reach the sky
Categories:
unable to help, animal, death, earth day,
Form: Rhyme
Melania - too hoarse to blow -
Was unable to help Trump grow
But to Trump's delight
The sheets are all white!
(Though Stormy hoped they would rain beaux)
Categories:
unable to help, word play,
Form: Limerick
Societies Shame
02/09/2018
Toothless grin implores
Pleading eyes so pained
People passing ignore
Beggar should be ashamed
Compassionless society
Lazy get a job
Regardless of sobriety
People lose all hope
Victim of circumstance
Job loss, mental health
Heartbreaking happenstance
Me relative wealth
Reach down deep
Cashless society
No place to sleep
One eye open nightly
No change given
Change a mans life
Suicide driven
Problematic rife
Never with cash
Unable to help
Make a mad dash
Bank Commonwealth
Change for a man
Giver not receiver
My helping hand
Made a believer
Help others I implore
So much to gain
My heart left raw
Society to blame
Categories:
unable to help, community, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Under glowing heaven
and the sound of birds flutter and quarrel.
A path to a bush of roses and blue forget-me-not
to a circlet etch bench, couple sit.
Her sweet beauty bewitching,
he lifts his left hand and cup her face.
She tilts her face into his hands
her gaze curious and seeking.
Unable to help himself,
he bent and placed his lips over hers.
She wraps her arms around him
and sank into the kiss.
9/12/2017
Categories:
unable to help, kiss, love,
Form: Free verse
Little angel
Little angel watching over me
Ive forgotten all about you...
U were so tiny,you were so sweet .
That five minutes i held u in my arms so close so deep
Was the most happiest of my life ,but i felt so weak.
Unable to help you,no way to lift your pain.
I hardly remembers ur face or the sound of ur voice when u crayed
You had to go... i understand
Little angel
Little angel watching me
Little angel you are indeed
For you are safe,you are free with no pain.
Although i wish to see you so i could whisper in your tiny ear
That i... i love you
Categories:
unable to help, absence, age, baby, beautiful,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Can it be real or am I just fooling myself?
To believe that your love for me
Has not been put on a shelf
Packed away and discarded
Like an old photo or toy,
Your pure and unconditional love
Like when you were a boy.
Innocent and sweet
You held me in your heart,
But now the years and life’s challenges
Have torn us apart
You have chosen a path
That is rocky and tough,
And my guidance and attempts to divert you
Have not been enough.
You ran from youth fast,
Confused and unsure,
Towards the deceitful blinding light
Of adulthoods allure.
As I stand here and watch you stumble,
Like when you took your first steps,
But now unable to help or reach out to you,
Now that you’ve fallen into the depts
But my hand will always be within reach for you,
And my heart open wide,
To take hold of either
If you should ever decide
I wish you only happiness
And pray you will find,
All the things you’ll need in your life
To replace what you’ve left behind.
I will say goodbye to you,
But only for now,
Because I know you will find your way back to me,
Someday or somehow
Categories:
unable to help, child, devotion, emotions, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme
I wonder a little
Perhaps just a little far
A dazzle, a fickle
An eye for a shooting star
Looking far beyond
Perhaps just a little near
A distance to belong
Simply of love to fear
The naked mind thinks
The naked body cloaks
When the day promises dreams
The night will perhaps take notes
Unable to help myself
I disabled my existence
Blending to fit too well
And my mind no longer yearns
So near yet so far
Where did my mind travel?
Before the end of a shooting star
Was the moment to marvel
Categories:
unable to help, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Bound, Unable to help
Only able to cry and make an inner yell
Watched one by one
As they killed my son
Watched slowly as the light in his eyes
Shutdown as I ask "Why?"
In my gut, a sharp pain is consumed
Every nerve and muscle and my eyes fume
Thinking of my revenge
My need to avenge
I will not regret
No room to forget
But my revenge was a bet
So the stage was set
3 years later
I received my chance
Killed them all one by one
Slowly and painfully
I was having so much fun
I've gone insane
My brain
Wasn't in the right place
Since these animals wiped my son off the face
Off this Earth
"We did nothing to you", he said
Gun aimed at his head
You made a mistake when you did what you did, You thought i was dead
Bow! a bullet to the head
Categories:
unable to help, death, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Words elevated to a dazzling height
Silently answering perfections plight
Love strung together to make a sentence
Hate molded to become a pen
Time yields to patience
Rage bows to zen
Transcending a mind
A unique voyage just to find
That my pain is not my own
The dark is not for me to own
A star sits in a dark corner weeping
Its light flickering, its tears beckoning
Waiting to be rekindled, be reborn
Its essence weakened, its passion torn
Unable to help, my flame long since extinguished
But her whispering screams need to be relinquished
My history a possible remedy to her heart breaking agony
So I slowly open scars I closed indefinitely
I bleed memories and thoughts, hoping her tears will stop
Synchronized … as her tears and my blood drops
For every memory, a tear is traded, for every thought the corners of her mouth move up a inch
The darkness recedes as her light increases
Her tears slowly transform into pieces, pieces of poetry
Convincingly showing my blood a forgotten beauty
… I smile …
Sometimes the dark holds a star waiting to soar
People see it as scary, but the dark, yes the dark has so much more
Categories:
unable to help, caregiving, dedication, depression, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Mike came home from Afghanistan yesterday,
I ran into him at the VFW...he looked at me
from behind eyes that had seen what no 22 yr. old
kid should have to see....he told me he didn't
belong here, that his brothers were in the s---
and he wasn't there to help......
Mike came home from Afghanistan two-weeks ago,
but only his body was here, his head was
still playin' tricks on him....... Mike didn't say much,
just blasted his drinks and looked uncomfortable.
Mike came home from Afghanistan three-months ago,
I heard he had been a recon sniper in the Stan,
and watched as one of his brothers had been
ambushed and snatched in the distance,
unable to help.......
Mike came home from Afghanistan four-months ago,
people said he went crazy at the bar, raced-off
on his motorcycle and crashed goin' 110 mph.
around a highway crossover in the pourin'-rain.
Mike never came home from Afghanistan,
but his body's in a box, buried in his hometown.
Categories:
unable to help, warhome, home,
Form: Narrative
Troubled tears from a troubled soul. Young girl all alone in this world at the age of eighteen.
Pop's is sitting in prision for criminal sexual conduct in the second degree, mom's on
probation for drugs. Ran away from the system trying to get out of foster care. Trying to
survive out on the streets. It's not easy for her. I watch her out the window as she works the
streets. I feel so helpless and unable to help her have a better life. The streets are no place
for a beautiful young lady like herself. My heart aches to reach out and save the poor lost
soul. Down the stairs I go quick, as I see that an issue has arose. To save her is my mission.
To rescue her from the streets and help her get on her own two feet. For her to have a
normal job is my one concern. For the troubled soul shall not parish into the darkness.
Categories:
unable to help, depression
Form: ABC
Moon is stretching its silvery empire
To every dark corner.
Darkness is losing the battle,
Its last strongholds are lost,
Soldiers of lunar army
Have conquered
And night is imprisoned
Behind silver bars…
I am walking alone
On this solitary path
No one to wait for
No one waiting for me
Dogs barking sound
Sends a shiver all through my spine
Heartless cars and passersby
Come and go
Ignoring the poor little boy
Who lies on the pavement,
Stretching his hands
Hoping for the light
Of a shining coin.
Hunger is fumbling inside
His thin, weak body
To find his heart
And make it stop…
And I unable to help
Can just wonder
What will become of him?
What will become of me?
What will become of man?
Categories:
unable to help, death, life, sad,
Form: Free verse