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I Can'T Write

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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Materialistic

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.

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My Parody of Margaritaville By Jimmy Buffett

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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To My Daughters, Alexandria and Christina

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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Fling Words

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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Dark Halls

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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A Woman Is

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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Let Me In

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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With Love I Plead

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.