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Silas Nettles Poem
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Copyright © Silas Nettles | Year Posted 2009
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Silas Nettles Poem
I am really, really hungry
Said old man Tony
But all that is in my cabinet
Is a box of macaroni
I hope it is not too old
Because I do not have any money
To go to the store
And get me some baloney
I would buy some from the boot-leggar
But his food looks kind of phony
So I guess I will be eating
“This old raunchy macaroni”
I wish that I was rich
Because I would love to eat at Shoney’s
And watch TV
On a 50-inch Sony
My daughter is thinking bigger
She wants a little pony
And my son, he is just crazy
He wants to be a monkey
And my wife, well she is dead
So I get a little lonely
But it still comes down
To the fact that I am hungry
So let me sit down
And enjoy this
“Old Raunchy Macaroni”
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Once my nerves had settled in
I was at ease
And ready to see how I had done
I felt confident on how I would do
Because I sped through the first ten
But kind of struggled on the last few
It was my third time doing this
And I failed the last two
So another performance such as that
Would really leave me feeling blue
It had been over an hour
Since I had finished
And the greater my eagerness
The more my confidence had diminished
This nervousness I had
Was something that was quite rare
I guess it really showed
That I actually cared
Because I was not repeating this class
Even if I was dared
My anticipation was at its peak
And my patience was very thin
I just had to see my grade
While my confidence was at a level ten…
To bad my grade was not
It was about as bad as a sin
What could I have possibly done wrong
Maybe I forgot to turn it in
Too bad I could not complain about it
Because I promised I would not make a scene
Three bad grades in a row
Would not deter my confidence
I found a way to control my anxiety
And I have been passing sense
Pride is a terrible thing to waste
So I used it as guidance
Many left that class after that test
Some stayed and like me…
Thought that decision was not the best
But we proudly made it, too bad for the rest
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Silas Nettles Poem
I never understood your ways
But you still kept giving me
A bunch of “final days”
Hey, at least I can say
I am no longer letting my time slip away
I have found my passage way
College, where I am struggling to make an A
But at least I can say
That I did take the time to stop and pray
A lot of people said I should do it
But I still would not do it
Not even a bit
Hey, did I tell you that the mucus is gone
And I no longer have to spit
It feels good to be alive
That much I am willing to admit
I gave up on you from time to time
But you still would never quit
And I appreciate that quite a bit
So are there more “final days” that I am going to get
I am at peace with myself
For I now know
That my problems were not bad
I guess I was just confused
And downright sad
But you never lost patience with me
And for that I am glad
It is good to know that you were there
Even when I was getting mad
Because I remember blaming you
For all the problems that I had
If I recall I was a senior
And I was anticipating my high school grad.
I said goodbye to some of my comrades
And showed disappointment
For the ones that did not pass
Speaking of disappointment
I bet that is what you thought of me
But I made it and I am proud
No more “final days” for me
Copyright © Silas Nettles | Year Posted 2010
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Silas Nettles Poem
It was just another day
Was all I could really say
Nettles, what you been up to
Nothing much, just letting my time slip away
Man, I got to do something
Somebody said I should pray
But let us be honest
Isn’t that the answer
That they all really say
I swear that is what they all say
And I don’t even swear
This stress is ripping right through me
As if it was a tear
So I thought about suicide
But the blood was still inside
Because I just could not do it
I had too much pride
And besides…
It was just another day
Surely, it would not last this way.
I told God I might need
As many as it may take
If I am to find out
What keeps me awake
Is my problem so bad
That I can’t even sleep
God, what does my future hold
Can I at least take a peep
Is it a chromed out jeep
Or a couple of hallways to sweep
Or maybe it is my demise
To a midnight creep
I still do not know the answer
So all I can do is say
“Don’t lose patience with me yet
Please give me another day.”
And that day
Could be my last
So I am praying
That it won’t pass
Because my time
Is running out
And I am still
Filled with doubt
You see while I was
Begging for another day
Somewhere down the line
It became the only thing
That I would seem to pray
I gave up on you
Was all I could even say
I guess this road I took
Led me the wrong way
So I guess I will not be getting
Just Another Day
I am sorry that I lost faith
But what was I supposed to do
I kept praying and praying
But you still would not come through
I was done blaming everyone else
So the only person left was you
And now I am sitting here sick
With loads of mucus
I am forced to spit
And now the sickness is getting worse
Making it hard
To write this verse
Somehow I am stuck in last place
Trying to find my way to first
God, I will admit
Your ways I do not quite get
But I will stop and pray
And hope that you give me
If not two, then just
“One Final Day”
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Silas Nettles Poem
Hearts are content
After everyone has seen their present
Putting a smile on everyone’s face
Putting Old Saint Nick back into that cold place
Yes indeed, that was a great year
Not knowing what you were going to get
Easily put you in discontent
While still admitting, that this was a great year
Yes, though a new year is upon us
Everyone begins their journey to regain that holiday cheer
And go about their daily lives
Realizing that this too will be a “great and happy new year”
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