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Best Poems Written by Jacob Fite

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Pocket Watch

I want to hold time in my pocket
Hide it away for another day
Pull it out maybe put it on a locket
Observe my cache in the shade

Store away my redeemable hours
The minutes, the seconds
Even in the heaviest of showers
Look how they glisten; I reckon
This could all be for nothing
But surely many I beckon
With my siren song of endless time

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Mothers Day

To a mother of two
Who always knew
Exactly what we needed
To a mother who cared
And was always there
Beyond boundaries her love exceeded

But for a mom to have
Two grateful sons
Could only be good karma
And good karma it is
For a son to have a mother
He can call "My Momma"

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Empowerment

Empowered
But only for the moment
Sold into this world
But we think we own it
Big man with a gun
Shaking his fist
The double-edged sword
Attached to his hip
It hurts just as much without
As it does within
His words roll right off the tongue
Piercing the skin
Engraving the blade
Read the etches and believe
What they say, if you agree
It's a short way to the grave
But only then will you see

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The Desperate and the Dark Horse

Beside the beaten path, I ride
Passed the followers who robotically glide
Over the rocks, the pebbles, and the stones; goodbye
They make their way home and I the same...the throne

Like programs written by the user
They have one task to fulfill
I write my life on my own keys
The virus you cannot kill

And I'll wiggle my way in
and eat from the inside
Until I'm full and want no more
Until the way is mine

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When I Grow Old I Want To Grow Young

When I grow up I want to be a child
Sentenced to a life forever incomplete
Set forth towards goals that I will never meet
Live a life that's mellow and mild
I want to relive the bliss of being a child

When I ascend from my capsule upon greener grass
I want to recognize things from this life once passed
I'll see my mistakes, and I'll make them again
I didn't make the journey for this life, to mend
But as I crawl out to the heat of this younger sun
My maiden voyage as a temponaut has begun

And I'll relive these years just as happy
I'll keep an eye out for the things I should have cherished
God, I hope my time travelling days never perish
And when I grow old I want to grow young
My maiden voyage as a temponaut has begun

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We Are But Blocks of Stone

I am the supporting role
In an act that never ends
The part of an anxious soul
Fixing things that need no mend
And from this part I can't annul
Another's hand is not to lend
I am on my own, my lonely soul
In an act that never ends

As I take the stage that is this cage
This thought I can't control
How will I keep the crowd engaged
When I am just a lonely soul?
No feelings here to be gauged
The audience, it's filled with holes
Blocks of stone, this timeless age
For my youth it has been stole

For we are but weathered rock
Sand blown against our skin
For now we are just merely thoughts
In my head, blown with the wind
Time stands still when I watch the clock
On my face, a constant grin
On your face, the look of shock
Did you not expect that I'll surely win?

For I am solely a soul, and merely alone
What I want to find cannot be sought
All I need, to me has been shown
For my love cannot be bought

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Unquenchable Thirst

Bent on discovering the truth
Stuck on igniting the flame
Restarting the stunted growth
All these things I want to know
To experience the old as new
Plot this pilgrimage as if it my own
It is, who is to say it is not?
Discover as if I were the first
I am the boy with the unquenchable thirst
Eager to start this tidal wave adventure
Anxious to stop the things I won't remember
From now on all I do
Will command to occupy my mind
And in turn subconsciously 
Leave the past behind

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Daydreams of Summer Nights

Dreams of summer during winter
Are the thoughts that make me
Miss her
And the scented air

The days before
The thing turned bitter
The cool nights before
She made me shiver
But I don't miss her; just the times
My daydreams of those summer nights

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My Machinery

At the edge of the woods
Among the brush
I left my machines at home
I leave, in my skin, the pus
Can't puncture the wound
Can't bring myself to the outside
So into the wood I'm consumed

My machinery is what I crave
My machinery is what I need
To make a path and walk away
To make a path and become free

I left my machines at home
But I have my knowledge with me
And I'll need it all at the least
I left my machines at home
But there is one I cannot let go

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The Gardener

I awoke to the sound 
Of the rooster crow
Red handed with green thumbs
Covered in dirt and soap in my eyes
I walk down the hall
Of this house that is now mine
Wander into the kitchen
Turn on the stove, I prepare the roast
There is a note stuck to the refrigerator
"John and Mary will be over later,
I'll be home around two."

I check on the garden
I visited last night
Only now, I harvest
I grab the shovel
That I forgot in the rain
And place it in the shed
I'll come back for it later
Next time the plants need to be fed

Now that the aroma
Of the freshly cooked meat
Has overridden the stench
I go into the dining area
And place my greasy knife
On the bench
"Honey! I'm home!"
Somebody cried
"Honey's not here"
I replied
Now blood is everywhere
I go fetch the shovel
I didn't think would be needed
So soon, it's only noon
I sit and I wait
On the love seat in the den
For the night to live
And the day to be dead