My Kinda Poetry 2
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pride, enable the blind to see,
a cripple to walk again.
Without you there would be no
bright future, no days without
sorrow, no tomorrow.
Through you I think we can find
a way to solve the world crisis
and bring about a lasting peace.
I hope...
I am Me
I feel good, I feel bad, I feel happy, I feel sad.
I love and I hate, I mourn, and I celebrate.
I get up, I fall down, turn in circles,
round and round.
I am me, that's who I am, if you don't like me I could give a damn.
My Best
Sometimes I feel sorry for myself, lonely and sad.
Often times I'm angered, ill-tempered and mad.
I'm melancholy and blue, I'm happy and excited.
Confused and dismayed by feelings uninvited.
I lash out for no good reason,I hold things in.
It seems like sometimes there is no one on whom I can depend.
I live within my self, I do my best to achieve success.
All I strive for in my life is the satisfaction that I've done my best.
I can ask for nothing more...
Not a Tasty Treat
I sometimes have a tendency of
Being outspoken,
I'm sorry but I have much to say.
I do not mean to offend but only
To vocalize my thoughts before
I explode.
Yet I know I need to put a muzzle on
My mouth for a wagging tongue can
Be my undoing.
And a foot is not a tasty treat and
One I should at all costs avoid chewing.
One Precious Moment
No one knows the time or place
Of their own demise,
The day when the earth will be no
More and forever stop revolving.
The last sunrise in a beautiful blue
Sky or moon glow in a starry night.
If a breath will be our last, when our
Future will collide with the past,
Or when a bird will sing his final song
And fly no more south.
The moment, this precious moment
Is all we have, savor it, live it.
Love and be loved, soar on wings to
Great heights,
For the moment, one precious moment, is all we have.
Adam and Eve
A handsome man and a beautiful
Lady sat under an apple tree.
The handsome lad's name was Adam
And the fair lady's name was Eve.
He said "take a bite of this fruit it
Will bring you wisdom come tomorrow's light."
So she did as he requested, and
Promptly took a bite.
But when the next morning had come,
She was still just as dumb,
Can't believe everything people
Tell you...
Plan
Life can be a dead end road,
Without a good map I am told.
Failure to have a good plan,
Will leave you in a garbage can,
With the lid slammed tightly on your head,
And what should have been the beginning will be the end instead,'
Because you failed to plan...
Scraps
Pieces of my mind, remnants
Of my soul, left on scraps of paper.
Their beauty or wisdom lost
In long forgotten refuse.
Heaped in piles of recycled
Memories lying somewhere in some landfill.
Foul waste and putrid rotting
Flesh covers and conceals
Words that once might have
Meant something but are now
Just garbage.
Scraps of a discarded life.
The Lion
The lion is in my heart,
He hungers, he prowls,
Untamed in the jungle.
The lion will devour the lamb,
For the lamb is weak.
In the jungle,
Only the strong survive.
Live Life
Live, love, laugh, life is much too
Short for sorrow,
Enjoy each moment of every day
As if there were no tomorrow.
Soar, fly, spread your wings, reach
For the heights you have dreamed of.
Look down with joy in your heart
From your cloud high above.
Our time on this earth will pass as
Quickly as the blink of an eye,
And before we know it comes the day
to wish this ole world goodbye.
Why Not Me
Why not me, why not you, we've
Got as good a chance as anyone.
To make it big, to strike the gold,
To triumph, to win, to get it done.
Why not me, why not you, there
Is absolutely nothing we can't do.
Reach for the prize, be the big
Hero, soar high in that sky so blue.
Why not me, why not you, it is our
time, we are as deserving as the rest,
To have great blessings, riches and
Success, love, money and happiness.
Why not me?
Why not you?
My Little Ballerina
My granddaughter, my little ballerina
Dancing her way through her young
Life, stars in her eyes.
She is blinded to the real world, oblivious to the death and destruction,
As she whirls and spins.
My little ballerina, heart full of love,
Always a smile as she greets her day
Hope in her soul.
She sees only the good in everyone,
Only the beauty in the world,
As she dances.
Through her eyes there can be no
Ugliness,
There can be no hate,
No war,
Only peace and happiness.
I wish the world could be so,
The way it is viewed,
Through the the eyes of my
Little ballerina.
My Shadow
A strange dark shadow followed me down a dimly lit street.
But he wasn't like all the other shadows that you would ever meet.
He seemed to have a life of his own,
As he playfully danced around,
Big shoes and a floppy hat, just
like a circus clown.
He had a big red nose like a neon sign, and bright shining blue eyes.
And you can just imagine my surprise,
When he began to sing,
"Me and my shadow, walking down
The avenue,"
I joined in the chorus and sang along
With him too.
Yeah, me and my shadow...
Life Goes On
Sometimes in bed late at night while
I chase elusive slumber and dreams are hard to find,
When shadows dance in a spot light waltzing to a symphony of beautiful
silent music.
The stars in the night sky play tag,
chasing each other in a carefully
choreographed nocturnal game.
The darkness touches all and the street lamps eerily glow as the traffic comes and goes in the city.
Lovers rendezvous, train whistles
Blow, lives are lived, the planet turns,
And the moon glows.
While sleep eludes me and I chase my
Dreams life goes on.
Lost
Lost is the memory of that moonlit
Night when we first kissed,
Oh so long ago.
Forgotten is that feeling of tenderness and the warmth
Of that summer's night.
The rain tapped playfully on the
Window pane refracting multi-
Colored rainbows.
Our shadows danced playfully on
The wall as a beautiful symphony
Of melodic sounds played.
The smell of your perfume permeated
The air delightfully as I held you tight
Afraid to let you go.
But now that night and you are just
A vague memory taken too soon
Away from me.
And I feel only numbness and
the lost of love, I will never know
again.
My Great American Novel
I set out to write the great American
Novel with a twinkle, a gleam in my
Eye, an itch that needed scratching.
I had a vision of what it would be,
All the profound, marvelous, spectacular words I would write to
Share with a world starved for my
Literary genius and my sharp wit.
But when I sat down to write I found
I no longer had anything to say.
It had all been said before.
Little Boy Afraid
Confused and afraid the little boy
Awoke suddenly in the darkness.
Where was mommy, why had she left
Him in this terrible place all alone.
There are monsters here waiting to
Get me the little boy feared as he cried.
He cautiously got out of bed,
the floor ice cold on his bare feet.
A hideous shape danced delightfully
On the wall tormenting him.
It moved and played and swayed back and forth
in perfectly choreographed movements in the
Dim light of the room.
A giant bear in the chair loomed
Across the room, sitting perfectly
Still with a menacing look.
A hideous clown with an evil frown
Stood motionless but threatening
Nonetheless.
As the little boy creeped across the
Creaking floor to the only door,
It suddenly flew open, the room erupted in radiant light.
A lady's questioning voice said, "Tommy, what are you doing out of
Bed?
The Key
I found a key on the ground, it was
Partially hidden from my view.
I knew not what the key was for nor
What if anything it meant to me.
But it was a curiosity, hidden all
Alone in the grass as if it was meant for me to find.
I pondered on its meaning, a hundred
Ideas ran through my brain.
My head spun, my stomach churned
As if I were a man possessed.
I turned the key in my hand, it glistened magically in the sunlight.
I became more curious, more intent
On its meaning, somehow I must know.
I must know the why, the what, the
Reason why this object was revealed to me.
But I in my infinite wisdom decided it
Was just a key and tossed it unceremoniously back on the ground,
Smart Phone
It's a hell of thing to get
outsmarted by a smart phone.
Makes you just want to leave
the damn things at home.
Pull up to a phone booth
and rock in a coin or two.
Check the change slot to maybe
get lucky, when you're through.
Of one thing you could always
be sure of, the phone couldn't spell,
or make you want to get a gun and
blow it straight back to hell.
The World That Passes Me By
I am often perplexed and puzzled
By the world and the people that
Pass me by,
They hold children by their hands,
Tied to them like rubber bands,
Some are happy, others cry.
The smiles and the laughter, the frowns and the tears, the burdens
And hardships that they bear.
Some nod their heads and say hello,
I speak to them as well, some lower
Their heads and pretend, I'm not even
there.
They wear dark shades to hide their eyes from those who wish to know
their affairs.
Wishing and hoping that it doesn't
Rain, or it's not too hot, some pretending not to care.
Their faces are young and old, male and female,
ugly or fair, dark or light
And all shades in between.
Viewing the world through shades of
Eyes that range from brown, blue
And green.
They walk with a strut, they glide
Smooth as air, they shuffle and hustle, limp and drag.
In clothes made of cotton, rayon,
Silk and satin, leather and lace, well
Dressed and in rags.
I am often perplexed and puzzled by
The world that passes me by.
The Eyes of a Child
Through the eyes of a child the
World is an enormous place
Full of scary mysteries and
Unanswered questions,
Viewed innocently without hatred,
Colored with love and sunshine.
Through the eyes of a child a
Mother is a super hero, life is
But a game, every day is a new
Adventure filled with joy and
Happiness, hugs and kisses,
Songs to be sung and rainbows.
Through the eyes of a child the
World is a beautiful place full of
Wonder and surprise, hope and
Promise, pets and lovely blue skies,
Billowing clouds and the man in the
Moon smiling down on you.
We should all remember what it
Was like to be a child and seek
With all our hearts and souls to
See the world as it was in those
Days when we ourselves saw the
World through the eyes of a child.
The Bounty
Seems I'm always chasing after
A rainbow,
But when I reach the end there's
No pot of gold.
Pursuing that elusive dream but
It slips through my fingers,
Like sands in the hourglass of
My days.
Rewards for me are few but I am
Still grateful for what I have,
For you must cherish what you do
Have, no matter how little, in order
To fully appreciate the bounty you
Might some day receive.
Home
Home you are so far away, only a
Distant memory, vague and fading.
My heart aches to see you again,
To feel your warmth and love.
A blazing fire, a cup of tea, in my
Mind wait there for me,
An old movie, an old song, my family
With new stories to share.
My faithful dog, my most comfortable chair, a book left unread,
A homemade meal, a sip of brandy,
My old classic car, my nice warm bed.
In my mind's eye, home you wait for me,
But I must wait a little longer I'm afraid,
For it will be months before I will
See my beloved one once again,
But I will visit you often in my memories, my good and loyal friend.
Thanksgiving Day
Carve the turkey, say a few
prayers, serve a meal at the
homeless shelter to help soothe
your guilt.
Your thanks for the giving day
is no penance for the taking and
the lying and stealing you do the
the rest of the year.
Feeling false pity in your heart, is
not even a start, when you do it
only to be seen as charitable when
you really don't give a damn.
If you walked in their shoes only
for a moment and felt the pain and
suffering that won't go away maybe
you could understand.
But when the meal is over you'll
wash your hands, put on your fine
tailored jacket, jump in your fancy
car and drive away.
Satisfied you have done your good
deed for the year and will not
give them a second thought until
next Thanksgiving day.
A Horny Toad
A spell, an incantation , was put
upon me by an evil shriveled witch,
She had a pointy nose with a wart
on the end, she was quite a hideous bitch.
She rode a broom in a dark flowing
cape and screeched like a banshee.
Pointed a bony finger and spoke
with a whine, when she cast her spell on me.
I was destined to be a toad for the
remainder of my days, there would
be no reprieve.
I shuttered to think what other incantations this evil shrew had up