Meercat was invited to a field one day
He had never been to one, so he said “hooray!”
The field was yellow, with lots of happy heads.
What are these flowers called? He asked the river beds.
The river beds laughed. But answered not.
They are sunflowers yelled a hillbilly from a cot.
You are in Kansas now, so you’d better get used to yellow.
Meercat felt spectacular next to them, a really dapper fellow.
Now they’re gone
What do you miss
It’s all done now
No going back
Do you still
Talk to them
And wonder why
It had to end
Do you wonder
What they would say
If they saw you now
Older than yesterday
What’s your memory
Of them now
Is it their smile
When they saw you
I suppose I’ll find out
One day.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The pains I feel in my heart
The pains I feel in my bone marrows
strikes me everyday
I spent a lot of time,
energy
money and passion on you
But all you paid me with was regrets, hate and evil
I invested a lot in you
I gave you all I could
You were never grateful
One day I met you on the street
I asked a simple question,
''Why do you reject all my calls''
You looked at me straight in the eyes
You told me ''I worth nothing to you''
You are such an ingrate
I invested a lot in your education
I sacrificed a lot for you
this is what you pay me back with.
Well, in all I forgive you.
Date posted:23/08/2022
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Emotion :Anger and despair
I was always told to claim what you are
And I was always told to not settle for par.
For better or for worse, self is to soul married
Prose or perfect verse, words and actions will be carried.
To follow you, the heart, the piece of all that is, trying to come home,
To be true, from the start to who you are til you return to sea foam.
Be misaligned is an influence malign to keep me from my lines.
But the confines of sidelines keeping me and mines from penning from wines
Surely introduces trying times.
When I’m without rhymes.
When I’m not disloyal to me and my poet
But my heart disagrees, so my hand; it slows it.
The mistake is made when I can’t find my pen
Or when I just don’t feel like I am who I’ve been.
Not disloyal, just not me.
Less than royal, with no crown to see.
Prince in spirit, ordinarily, not a king
But a page clear, it strips me of even a noble’s ring.
I can’t make excuses, it’s not something I’ve been taught.
Because I am made of mistakes and learnings; excuses, I am not.
tho your by your self
if for noone els
to live see your ne born
it get better as time go on
YOUR
SAFER BEING
HOME ALONE
Beautiful on the outside yet broken within
Someone has crushed your soul
Let me warm your heart once again
Let your ice start melting slow
So that you may have life once more
I will take your soul and cuddle it
As if it were gold melting slowly
Back into your soul
I will place my heart next to yours
So it may beat once again
Breathing into your lungs with my lips
Breathing my love in
Warming it and returning your
Beauty back into your beautiful face
I will caress you and hold you
Every second of each day
Bringing life back into your soul
Hey Dude,
You’re A Human Lightening Rod
By: Tom Wright
2005
You’ve Studs in your eyebrows, a spike in your hair
Your tongue is pierced causing me to stare.
You resemble a lampshade but give me no fear
At the first sound of thunder, I’m out of here.
Hope You’re Hungry
By: Tom Wright
3/27/2006
Ask, hint, suggest, but never use force or threaten.
Using force with me, always summons resistance,
So like a good scout, be prepared,
To eat what you plate.
You’re Secret is Safe
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
None know the secrets of our Grandfather clock
It stands mostly quiet, in its niche,
In our great room;
As if camouflaged, it observes all goings on,
While eavesdropping on every conversation;
It never betrays any secrets, and most times,
Won’t give you the time of day,
And be truthful about it.
I enjoyed our moments together, everything about really did matter. You’re not the 1.
The nice walks I had with you was so much fun, even the warm hugs you gave to me when there was no sun. You’re not the 1.
You were always here and there for me through out the bad and stormy weather, you’re kisses felt like I was being tickle with a feather. You’re not the 1.
My times I spent playing cards with you made me feel very good inside, I just kept dreams of becoming your bride. You’re not the 1.
Love was everything I gave to you, my mom found you very interesting which she didn’t care to find even within a few. You’re not the 1.
yall did it for the gram,
and hid it from the fam
jilted on the glam
i filtered out the jam
i see you in a scam
not even with a plan
blowing all your yams
to quicken drowning in a can
sticking in the pan
the plot thicken in a span
i was missing in a scan
now i listen to the sands
pick a part a pattern
of perceiving ill be damned
when i started gathering
the pieces
all the reason helped me stand
poking passed the ceiling
and all the feeling i really had
hate to say it now
but its reminding me of dad
avoid the void your filling
and the milling getting bad
grinding out but stealing
your opportunity is sad
for every step in progress
youre going right into a bag
hamster on a treadmill
to the landfill built with slag
Well and you are one of a kind
There’s no one in the world like you
I know 'cuz you lift me up so high
When I’m down so low...
That's why you’re My Hero and I
Know I ain't got nothing to fear
When you are around 'cuz
Not even the Lone Ranger has
Nothing on you and not even
Superman can do the things you do,
You've saved me from myself many
Countless times don't you know?
That’s why you’re My Hero!
What in the world would I do?
Without you, you are my saving
Grace quite surely,
God must have known I would come
To need you and sent you to me
Now there's no shadow of a doubt,
No real reason to be afraid with you
In my life everything will always
Work its way out 'cuz
You're My Hero, my friend and
My hero, don't you know...
You have saved me from myself
Many countless times and allowed
Me to live to see another tomorrow
That's why you’re my Hero,
Yes You Are My Hero!
You’re Laughing Alone
By
Tom Wright
My friends all told me that I was witty,
So from Haskell I headed for the city.
First, a comedy club floor,
Then out the back door,
For my monologue I received only pity.
Grow Where You’re Planted
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
Leaves displaying the colors,
Of a painter’s palette,
Came gyrating,
Aimlessly toward the ground;
While raking, I mused,
If I lived in the desert,
There’d be no leaves beneath my feet.
Then upon intellection,
Nor trees to provide me shade,
From the desert’s scorching heat;
At first you’re here, now you’re not here.
You’re on a time schedule, I see you every so and so.
Its the same reoccurring, non-assuring facade of
emotion; logic’s evil twin wrapped in sugar whispering sweet
nothings.
All the while stirring up episodic dreams:
When it is good, time is ignored.
When it is bad, time is watched.
Acceptance sets in.
Just as quick as it came, fate claims
its name again. And the good and bad become olden times.
I hit rewind
At first you’re here
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