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Sam Harty Poem
There's always a whisper of madness,
playing in my brain as I struggle to get
loose from it's refrain and the constant
pounding me to comply makes me feel
quite insane.
Disaster brewing behind blue eyes
bits of chaos that won't be denied.
They tell me the choice is completely
mine but they don't see or feel how
I'm bound up inside.
Touch the people and watch them fall
knowing the horror to come, the pull
to cause pain, is the worse of all. I'm
the bad man says the song, but they
don't really know bad, no, not all.
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She left me
one fine spring day.
I didn't see it coming,
or rather her going away.
Winter came because
she left me.
My heart chapped from
the coldness of her exit.
I couldn't find her
to beg her back since
she left me
I remain a total wreck.
Time has passed but
I still cry in my bed that
has become a tomb in which
she left me.
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The Moon lights the path in the sand
where you walked. Water fills those footprints
like sand filled cups. I could drink from those
sole shaped sandy prints knowing you once
stood and created those indents.
I watch the waves dance against your legs
as your smile stretches as wide is the beach
I try to pull you to me like a life raft
but your beauty is too out of reach.
The water is crisp and cool to touch
as it caresses every grain of sand.
Your skirt swirls as you dance among
the waves, it's clear that it's you the
land craves.
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Can I want to be
Oh so much like you
Maybe instead of who I am
Easily able to walk away
Beyond even giving a damn
Always ready to open or
Close any old door I choose
Kicking to the curb
Those I deem mere refuse
Of course then you wouldn't
Matter as much as now you do
Existing without you surely I'd be blue.
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I felt a funeral, in my brain
Somber people gathered
All in black
So many tears
The TRUTH revealed
People DID Care!!
Shovels of dirt cover me
It's raining soil on my casket.
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Maybe I'm pathetic
as I heel by your door
waiting for more
knowing there's not much
of anything in store.
But I would wait for you
forever and a day
I can't take a hint
I'm just not clever
that way.
If I was a millionaire
I buy you the moon
so it could
shine up in the sky
Just for you.
But I don't have that much
I do the best I can do
I wish you would see
my love Is a gift
that I offer to you.
I wish you were a genie
because I have a wish.
I wish my love was
valuable to you.
like a priceless jewel
but I'm afraid
I'm just a fool.
I love you more
than I can express
and I know
that at times I'm a mess
but when you talk to me
I feel blessed.
So please
never give up on me
as I pledge
my fealty to you.
If I lost you
I don't know what I do.
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The summer was always so much fun
-- When we were young --
We'd jump fences and run through backyards
-- when we were young --
Boys were icky and really gross too
-- when we were young --
Best friends were forever and ever
-- when we were young --
A pinky promise was sacred
-- when we were young --
and now in my 60s I want to go back to
-- when we were young --
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She said,
"Darkness bores my soul"
Give me
the bright
the light
the white
But
I don't think that's right.
I've written poetry that was beautiful.
in a hurricane by flashlight...
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I was once a tall oak tree
as tall as the eye could see.
I lived in a lush green forest
full of animals, trees and plsnts
we had every species from
an elephant to a badger to an ant
One day men came into my home
I hoped they would leave us alone
but they had an arsenal of chain saws
and, axes and it was then their intenit
became clear, they meant to cut us
down which filled me with utter fear.
Then they stack us up log by log,
one by one until the deed was done .
Next they took us to a processing area
where they fashioned us into planks,
boards, tables, stools and chairs.
And although I'd rather have stayed a tree
instead of furniture and other means
of utensils, it could have been worse
at least I can tell my story because
they made me a pencil.
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I miss our sex.
So fast
crazy
energetic
lazy
we'd do it
in the
bed, sure.
but also
on the desk
the couch
the dryer
in motion
with paddles
scarves
and all
kinds of
lotions.
But now
you're gone
and I know
you gotta
miss it.
Just
come back
and tell
Mama
where you
want me
to kiss it.
I mean
really
are we
done??
Not even
one last lick
let's throw
ourselves
up against
the counter
and see if
we stick. :p
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