I never really noticed your blue;
hidden under transparent shields
screaming to be noticed... or something.
Just came across as angry or sad,
wanting to forget some bad...
but not blue, never that.
Not the kind to bind a knot;
throw their lot in with chance's whim
to test if fate says sink or swim
and lose...
Mom, why do you have tears in your eyes?
Why the darkness of clouds are on your face?
Tell me, what's your worst fear?
'In your open fields and Mangrove Forests
Enemies are attacking back'
Is this your fear?
Mama, this is your biggest fear!
In your glory and beauty
The perverts are trying to stain badly.
'To do assaults upon your chest
All enemies are in the way'
Is this your fear?
Mama, this is your deepest fear!
In your green forest and salt sea
Enemies build camps and run through the around.
'They wanna chain you up'
Is this your fear?
Mama, this is your greatest fear!
This is the fear of freedom!
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1950's
W- Wonderful
W- Warm
W- Women
1970's
W- Wonderful
W- Wild
W- Women
1990's
W- Wonderful
W- Working
W- Women
2010's
W- Wonderful
W- Wise
W- Women*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 August 218
* Young think they have discovered www. They are so wrong for
it has been here since the birth of Mankind: Wonderful, Wonder, Women! HAHA
We are poor
Writers and poets
We often offer
Merely words
At put up words
Anything that you should or may desire,
Name it and I'll provide best possible rendition.
I love to use this gift of God for talking to the world,
So please challenge me with your most wanted requests.
I do fear nothing with that exception of never speaking again,
Death may end it all yet my spirit's lips will always move.
Where does the dread lie if not within one's mortal soul?
Last breath giving more pain relief than morphine.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
We whisper wise words
Willful with wisdom
Wickedly, wanton words
When we want..
We wonder with woe
Who will we wreck
Wanting weak wills
With worthiness we wage
We wonder what we want
Why where whenever
With words wavering
We withhold wicked whims..
Whatever we withstand
We wallow we weep
What will we welcome
Who will worship when we win
Willows withstand wind
Water waves war-locked
While we wonder
Who what when why
Ah hell, not again, not the
WWW hotel
Asking, Where am I, what
happened, who are you?
Hung over, confused, and
feeling like hell
Cant find my top or one of my
shoes
There's a bottle of Quervo
upside down in the sink
Looks like we swallowed each
drop
Lord I could sure use me a
pick me up drink
Then maybe the spinning
would stop.
Last night was monday and
that's just not right
In fact some folks would call it
a shame
To be leg-less and sideways on
amateur night
With no one but my own self
to blame
I could blame it on Waylon and
Willie
Singing songs about a good
hearted woman
But the truth is I was just
feeling silly
By proving I could still rope me
a young one.
But I figure I better get on
outta here
Because I don't know that I
can explain
How my top ended up on a
fake chandelier
Or that I'm not really sure of
his name.
The Poetry Assessor - www.poetryassessor.com
WWW INVITATION
It’s a net like a spider web
A scary world of almost nothing
Floating in the ether
And poor unsuspecting airy creatures
Get trapped in the stickiness of its lines
Victims of an unseen enemy
Unwillingly invited to lunch
Stilled with drug and bound
For future use and disposal
Have you ever imagined the world we live without women?
It is like a lung without some oxygen, agonizing and inevitably dead,
A face never with a smile, boring and unfriendly.
A cup of tea without some grains of sugar, bitter and foul,
A pool without some water, dry and empty,
A good ride on a bad untilled road, rough and uninteresting,
The earth without some drops of rain, an inescapable famine,
But how come with the great number of women on planet earth?
We still live to cry as a reggae legend sang “no woman no cry”,
It is because they permit evil as much as they permit good,
Gullible and instrumental in the hand of the wicked ones,
Ugly and nice, beautiful and dangerous,
Cunning like serpents, deceitful like chameleon,
Holy but liars, having a form of godliness but highly ungodly,
Lovely like little puppies, sweet like bees honey,
Women, an invincible force in our our world today.
(c) 2010
We catch trials the moment we touch satisfaction
The average mistakes of luck and infatuation
The truths we're told are merely lies
The heavens we seek are clearly skies
And this is what I want the world to know
We catch wishes
Misery catches dreams
Seems we can't seem to kiss our misses
Lonely roads capture our tears and forgotten scenes
This is what I want the world to know
I ake to complete the ordered procedure
I wait to concrete my name in your boarded seizure
My beginning is closure
My happiness remains in grains of Folgers
But this is what I want the world to know
Again I'll sleep
My suringe carries your motive to weep
I may close my eyes
But forever I am yours to keep
And this is what I want the world to know
This one goes out to any of you who find yourself
feeling like me.
Maybe ones who are looking for a special friend,
or just someone to keep company.
If you’ve had the luck that I’ve had on those sites,
just wanting to find someone to date.
You too want to quit, but each time you start to hit “delete”, who pops up, but your
next “perfect mate”.
I’ve met Cary Grant, Hugh Grant, Superman and more.
I've met Elvis, and Waylon too.
But when it came right down to the truth, they were really
Popeye, Mr Magoo and Spongebob to name a few.
And then, you find one that you think is OK, so you start
having a small conversation.
Next thing you know he’s talking “love” and smut, and wanting you
to go with him on vacation.
He’s wanting to know all that personal stuff, like, well
stuff you don’t want to talk about.
And when you tell him, “That’s just too personal”, he replies,
“Shouldn’t be, I thought you were an adult”
Well, that’s where most of those relationships end. I just
don’t have patience for that.
So then I just go over to the couch and snuggle with the one that truly loves me.
My one and only,...my cat.