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Is Today Actually Tomorrow

Woke this morning, thought, might take a shower
     it's 9:00 am already, will eat lunch in a few hours.

When I dust and make the bed, chores will be done
     why check the ballgame scores, don't care who won.

After my nap, think I'll watch the kids play
     wrote in daily journal, didn't have much to say.

Almost time for news, weather and that wheel game
     can't recall who won yesterday, prizes seemed the same.

Dinner wasn't too bad, eat fast when dining alone
     nothing's on the TV, nobody to talk to on phone.

Might as well go to bed, be nice to fall asleep
     there's no reason to get up, no promises to keep.

Tomorrow will be another day, do it all over again
     really miss old crazy Joe, he sure was a good friend.

Laying here listening to the siren, headed to the fire
    it's quiet, peaceful and empty, wonder why did I retire.

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The Tornado

The tremendous trembling
troubling thrashing terror
trees tipped, torn then tossed
Tornado tracked toward trail.

Trampling, transforming
telegraphing thoughts 
totally teased time
turning today to tomorrow.

Thinking this tale
tells the tragic turmoil
took tolls, turned themes
that transfixed tranquility.

Then Tuesday told 
theocratic terrible topics
thus totally tearing 
thy tender topography.

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Why I Like Me

There are all kinds of people, wondering, why I like me.
When looking at others, this is what I see.

Smart, dumb, disabled and gifted, each looking for the way.
Rich, poor, young and old, trying to live another day.

Killers, stealers, bookies and thugs, knowing their deeds are wrong.
Lawyers, judges, police and priests, making rules that don't belong.

Strippers, dealers, johns and pimps, their lifestyle is in every town.
Racists, sexists, abusers and perverts, with understanding nowhere around.

The Panthers, Bloods, skinheads and gangs, and there's the Klu Klux Klan.
Crooks, thieves, rip-offs and cons, that's what defines, the dishonest man.

Extreme Right, Liberal Left and the media lies, not caring for other's need.
Hindus, Christians, Muslims and Jews, all pushing their religious creed.

Directors, reporters, editors and anchors, spreading stories that aren't true.
Blind, crippled, deaf and dying, all wishing their problems, happened to you.

Poets, writers, artists and singers, no longer explain the life story.
Principles, parents, teachers and coaches, seems to have forgot their true glory.

So, with an open mind, a caring heart and a longing to be free.
You know it's really no wonder, Why I Like Me.

Carl Wayne Jent

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Getting Out of Hear

At any rate, now I must flee
time to leave this dreaded place
with a run, a leap, on to destiny
nevermore amongst human race.

Nor to let anyone know
not a single good bye
no hesitation, time to go
let's see if I can fly.

Run so fast, all I see
bright, glorious sky ahead
my future lay ahead of me
or will I end up dead?

Now the leap into space
distance was never a notion
falling, failing without grace
sadness, as I splash the ocean.

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To Write a Story

Once Upon a Time, comes way before The End.
To write a story, there is a place to begin.

The introduction gives details; that says a lot.
Explains the characters, location and begins the plot.

After the intro, the body is what comes next.
This can be a page, or a volume of text.

The plot comes together; may the story seem true.
To capture the reader, they must see the view.

With the words of reason, having created the illusion,
We all know what's next, it has to be the conclusion.

In the conclusion, may the reader have surprise.
But it's usually the villain, not the hero that dies.

After the conclusion, the story has to end.
And that's when the thoughts and meanings, begin.

Carl Wayne Jent

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Limerick Contest

I'm going to enter a poem contest.
Never wrote a Limerick, I must confess.
I might as well try,
Only God and I know why
I always try to compete with the best.

This poetry style is brand new to me.
I need to expand my vocabulary.
Not sure what to say
Hope to finish today
Will anyone ever call this poetry?

PoetrySoup has been so fun to join.
I'm sure by now, I've become annoying.
Which lines need to rhyme
Do I have enough time
And where the hell is this poem going

Now's the time to let this poem end.
I could lose every poet as a friend
Don't let anyone review
I'm just want to get through
Maybe this poem won't get entered in.

I hope this is the poems last verse.
There's no way I could make it any worse.
Now I need to hide
Anxiety's killing me inside
Would someone please call me a nurse.

                                 Can I Enter This
                                  by Carl Wayne Jent

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Freedom

Tried to stop them, think I failed
everyone who listened, dead or been jailed.

Countries been taken from sea to sea
citizens imprisoned, not roaming free.

We must to try save this great nation
they're tracking monitored communications.

Cameras everywhere, watch where you tread
implanted mics hear every word said.

Only one-way the enemy will stop
cut off the heads of the traitors on top.

Nobody cared when showed the facts
it's easy to see how they looted our taxes.

Remember those jobs, we fought hard to save
now that work's done by third world slaves.

Spread the word, our people need to know
some heard me screaming as highways closed.

"We'll save our country, do all we can
this ain't theirs, this is our land."

And if I die trying, it will be just as well
God, I pray to you, put those bastards in hell.

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The Years

Spent my life in awe, lived it content and free
travelled the world letting my wonder show.
With amazing sights presented to me
in heat of deserts and dark nights of cold.
Started so young, then becoming quite old
adventures long past are tales to be told.

All the people I met took many forms
different colors and languages spoke.
Lived in townships or small family farms,
from boisterous captains to simple folk.
Some gave orders while others told their joke
shared gentle smiles and strong after-meal smoke.

Destinations flourished with cherished life,
remembrance of gratitude for times past.
Many hard times, struggles, lifetime of strife,
eons of traditions forever last.
Survival daily was the utmost task
looking back, the years disappeared too fast.

Still reminisce how the journeys began
those decades have made me a better man.

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Opinion About News Anchors

Turn on news, want to hear what's real
don't care about politics or how you feel.

Tell me what, where, when, anything that's new
not important what you think or your view.

Reading a prompter emotionally, pretending you care
thinking you're special, got the job because of your hair.

News is reporting facts, not a calculated political spin
let citizens know the truth, instead of paid opinion. 

Traded your soul for money, report anything they say
don't believe you really know, what happened today.

Report facts, let the citizens decide what's wrong
knowledge by the people makes this country strong.

Power, greed and corruption controls every news event
is it not news, reporting where our freedom went?

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A Dream So Sweet

She strolled across the forest floor
happened upon a magical door.

     Door opened presenting a view
     enhancing innocence to step through.

A view so bright she had to go
with butterflies dancing off her toes.

     Felt warmth of love upon her face
     fear disappeared without a trace.

Swept her hair back desired to see
light exposeing unmatched beauty.

     Promised lover from behind a tree
     her life forever always be happy.

They disappeared beneath the sun
so glad that day, I was the one.