Child Wasted Poems

A pile of raked leaves 
no child to jump into them

A pet 
no one to play with

An elderly couple
no one to give to

A house 
that...

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I pity the refugee’s road of flight,
  the children of the shanty and the gun
who on all humanity are a blight -
  who...

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Is Youth Wasted on the Young?

You think youth’s wasted on the young? My friend, you won’t hear that from me!
Youth’s life’s experiment with living (think...

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It saddens my heart to see
Someone’s precious child
Now grown, drug addicted and broken 
Spirit and soul defiled
 
Existing only for the next fix
Unkept and homeless
Feeding...

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ALL MY WASTED WORDS

Have I wasted all my words, could I have done better
To read once, then on reading to be a poet forgetter

Did I...

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When a toddler of three, he knew not the debris
his Mother bequeathed when leaving him to feel free.
Left with a Father ignorant of his son’s...

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“The History of a Wasted Mind”

 

What goes through the mind of a recidivist
Fist full of hate and hurt marking time
Fist full of history, got...

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When todays yield where tomorrows have too
And forests now instead are skylines then,
At gatherings held to contemplate who
No longer walks amongst more lively men;
Where angels...

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On my third year high
I decided withdrew inside a room,
I locked myself,
an insistent knocked,
it was a friend,
what happen to yah man,
what, I said impatiently,
he went...

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Child of the Sixties,
I wish I'd seen the Beatles.


How could I have known?!...

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My Dear, Sweet, lost Child ?
Daughter of my wasted youth !
A confession

I am truly sorry Gail, for all that I was  
- that selfish,...

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I wonder ?, have pondered ?, have analyzed the boxes, 
the cages, the walls my little Girl, my young Woman, 
finds herself packaged in, trapped...

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I am oh so sorry Gail, for my immature, inconsiderate, 
selfish life style and for all that being these things 
has caused you to suffer...

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In the night of others he sits and gets a drink
To lit a cigarette he always smiles
For with the smoke he does gets think
By the...

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Life is a cell with beige padded walls,
and the sky is an upside down painting
by a paranoid schizophrenic…
Every breath is cement, clogging my throat –
And...

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