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Running Wolves Poem
Fallen--- face down in the dirt,
your pale lips kissed the earth
a marker will hold your place
though the world may forget your face
For you it's over...
Remember when she said
come back--- and then we'll Wed
as the nightbirds begin to sing
she holds your wedding ring
with trembling hands...
As your flame begins to dim
soon you'll reach the end
when your spark of life has fled
you'll be counted among the dead
For you it's over...
Family trees
were meant blossom
now your spot is but a token
as your lines forever broken
For you it's over now...
Your eyes will never see
the pain--- the misery
as darkness--- invades the minds
of those you've left behind...
For them--- it's just begun...
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This is a parody of "I can't Dance." by Genesis.
Metaphor junkies
spewing their dung
actin all holy
like they've written in tounges...
Can anybody
interpret that (Bleep)
explain the poems meaning
with a comment that fits...
Then say, I can't write
or compose
demi-gods are out there
always breaking my (Bleeps...)
They say, I can't write
or compose
so I'm just sittin here typin anything...
Contests
really tickle a muse
seems the hosts
and poet are truly confused...
A muse ain't fickle
just knows what it likes
if you can't relate
then yours may take a hike...
They say, I can't write
or compose
tappin on this keyboard
till my fingers are numb...
They say I can't write
or compose
so I'm just sittin here typin anything...
Metaphor groupies
bow to the ground
ain't got a clue
of what the poem expounds...
But it's got image
and metaphors too
though I've seen better
on the walls of a loo...
They say, I can't write
or compose
everything I pen
is either weak or cliche...
Yeah I can't write
or compose
so I'm just sittin here typin...
Yeah I try to make it right...
Put the verbiage, in its proper place...
~Note~
I also write on another site as RunningWolves . On that site there some really rude poets who think they are Gods gift to humanity. They think everything they write is a masterpiece and are not shy about belittling people who's comments on their work aren't good enough for them. So, I wrote this for them.
So this has nothing to do with anyone on PoetrySoup.
See, I never claimed to be a poet, nor to have anything that even remotely resembles talent. I am just an simple guy playing at poet. anything I do that even seems like a talent is really just God's way of keeping me from making a total fool of myself... I guess you could say its on loan from God... Thank you!
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Running Wolves Poem
Greed sparks
the ravenous cravings
of a secular mind.
With insatiable hunger
their spirits covet
desiring beyond need.
Insensitive humans
cannibalize their brothers
with no end in sight.
Where is compassion
when legalities
have no morals.
Copyright © Running Wolves | Year Posted 2017
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I've become a potato
and my couch is groanin
every time I stand up or sit down
my mind is all hazy
cause I'm gettin lazy
think I've gained about 25 pounds
Wastin away again because I'm quarantined
can't even go see my girl anymore
I swear to God, that I am goin insane
and I know, it's a socialist plot...
I don't have cable
no internet either
over the air is all I can get
my game systems broken
and man I aint jokin
even the service is out on my phone...
Wastin away again because I'm quarantined
can't even talk to my friends in the yard
I swear to God, that I am goin insane
and I know, it's a communist plot...
I've become my own jailer
locked in this trailer
cabinfever is comin on strong
I talk to my daisies
so I must be crazy
somebody save me before it's to late...
Wastin away again because I'm quarantined
regulations limit what I can do
I swear to God, that I am goin insane
and I know, it's the democrats plot...
Hope Jimmy Buffett doesn't sue me...bwahahahaha
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Running Wolves Poem
My daughters, I’m so very proud of you.
You have grown to become, fine young women.
Let not your hearts or lives be ruled by men.
Stand fast, and to your own desires be true.
Take what you need, but no more than your due.
Act cautiously, you are noblewomen.
Speak softly for, you are gentlewomen.
Let integrity shine, in all you do.
Know this my daughters, I've always loved you.
Every day, you are in my thoughts, my prayers.
That God grant you wisdom, in all affairs.
May your strength and your courage be renewed.
For every challenge in life you pursue.
How I wish I were there to ease your cares.
And to mend your hearts, from life's little tears.
Remember this, I will always love you.
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An exquisite flower
perfection
awaiting discovery
An aromatic flower
sweet-scented
awaiting appreciation
A delicate flower
poised
awaiting tenderness
A woman is
a delightful bouquet
of loving emotions
Awaiting the right vase
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You fling words
with the same concern
as skimming stones
offhandedly
and
unenlightened
not once
recognizing
the escalating consequences
upon the delicate ecosystems
of the human psyche
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Once
these corridors
echoed with life
a citadel for restoration
of body and mind
a bastion of promise
for the tormented
to the outside world
it had many names
Forest Lawn Sanitarium
was its Nome de plume
I--- simply called it--- home
In its day
it was of grand design
cathedral ceilings
hung with crystal chandeliers
finest draperies form fitted
to spacious Windows
walls brightly painted
absorbing sun lights warmth
reflected off marble floors
yes--- it was exquisite--- so beautiful
Soon after my arrival --- I realized
that beauty often commits--- the grossest treasons
For beneath
these hallowed halls
there lay a world of darkness
a wilderness of living sorrow
doctors most vile
It was here--- that I came of age.
a place
where the rooms
festered in the putrid scent
of decaying dust
where the floors
where like walking
on shattered
brittle-- shards of glass
the broken sills
of cemented widndows
entomb the fragments
of yesterdays tormented souls
if only
the towers
could reverberate
the echoing wails
which pierce the silence
so thick
not to chase away
no--- but to call
the slithering shadows of doom
a place where torture
became science--- and science
a medical break through
but to me--- it was still home
Where despair
screams of stone cold fear
of ghastly ghosts
imprisoned with clattering chains
of morbid madness
lurking in secret skeletons
where charcoal coffins
resurrect in the curtain
of lethal skies
bloodletting and chilling memories
Blasted shrapnel of
crimson smeared sins
of hollow skeletons
buried beneath
the godforsaken guillotine
where harrowing horrors
howl mournful cries
and demented demons
putrify on crosses
Persecuted in the bars
of their endless eternal torture
Hope you like my home--- cause
no one gets out alive
This is a collaboration which was written with the poetess Midnight petals on another poetry site. This piece was written about a year ago...
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As soft eyes, reflect a desperate need.
each subtle breath, exhaled in loneliness.
tender hearts can’t endure, such weariness.
the tone of your voice, carries urgency.
from chains of sorrow, a heart must be freed.
though the world seems devoid of earnestness.
this isn’t a world, fill with gloominess.
through this sonnet with love, to you I plead.
How can I prove, my love for you is real?
what words of love will stop, the tears you cry?
what deed, will ease the sadness in your eyes?
place your hand upon my heart, you will feel.
the rhythm of a love, that longs to heal.
to remove the burdens, which make you sigh.
to release your spirit, so you can fly.
to know your love, my heart with joy, would reel.
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Lying naked by her side
I feel the warmth of love begin
as we, caress each other's skin
taking touch to newer heights
oh my lover, look at me
open up your love for me
let me in
let me in
Touch me gently, and i rise
a throbbing love which cannot lie
races through me, and i sigh
oh my lover, look at me
open up your love for me
let me in
let me in.
You're my joy, my ecstasy
everything I want, I need
Oh my lover, look at me
can you sense my silent plea
open up your love for me
let me in
let me in.
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