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The junk collector`s bedtime story
It was found on the street,and then put in the trunk.And it topped off a full load of nothing but junk.Though it no longer ran,but was so very clean,`twas the junkiest junk that ever was seen.When I got it home,they said "see if it starts." Then I had noticed,its missing some parts.So I then looked around for some parts I could use,then I had thought,how much time could I lose? So I looked at the clock and I found lots of stuff.Then I had wondered,is all this enough? I got it to work.It worked well but was old.I decided to keep it unless it got sold.Many things have I found,all that had been thrown out,and that`s what this story was really about.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
I wrote "The junk collector`s bedtime story"simply to put into words what is one favorite American pastime.As a part time flea market vendor,I just hate to see anything good going to waste.If I find stuff that nobody else wants,I will find out why they got rid of it.If I can fix it,OK.I might use it,keep it,sell it,or trade it.If nothing else,use it for parts to repair other stuff.Some stuff that`s no good I might still save to use as an example to match up replacement parts.If I find something and then discover that its` completely worthless,I can always just put it back where I found it.What really gets me is that people throw stuff out 5 minutes before they need it,only for me to fix it and sell it right back to them.The resale value is ultimately,only as much as what people are willing to pay.But if you have a lot of good used items,if you sell it for a cheap price,you won`t be able to sell it fast enough.
WILL YOU CRY
Would you cry, feeling my scent
Would you cry, understanding what I meant
Would you cry, if you go up there
Would you cry in the bed we share
Would you cry, if you feel me in the air
Would you cry, when you are naked and bare
Would you cry, if I come in your dream
Would you cry or utter a scream,
I know you won't ever cry,
So from my side, baby, its' good-bye
Would you cry, understanding what I meant
Would you cry, if you go up there
Would you cry in the bed we share
Would you cry, if you feel me in the air
Would you cry, when you are naked and bare
Would you cry, if I come in your dream
Would you cry or utter a scream,
I know you won't ever cry,
So from my side, baby, its' good-bye
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Posted: Oct 2010
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Toy
Play with Hearts as if a toy
Minimizing my love and devotion
I want to create, others can destroy
A pool of tears, a raging ocean
The clunkiness, you must forgive this
Excuse me a moment while I take a
I will never quit, no two week's notice
I am, after all, from thre Land of Lava and Sheep
Minimizing my love and devotion
I want to create, others can destroy
A pool of tears, a raging ocean
The clunkiness, you must forgive this
Excuse me a moment while I take a
I will never quit, no two week's notice
I am, after all, from thre Land of Lava and Sheep
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
Pardonez me. I am from Iceland. My best friend just called me. Her fiance just left her.
Come Back Here With Me
Why have you disappeared,
see you're gone, though you're here.
It looks so dark in there,
what you see makes you scared.
Please can I just wake you up,
you look so terrified to me,
the door to your mind is shut.
Can I please just wake you up.
Your presence, crawls back in,
hurts when you, aren't with me.
You become, a blank canvas,
please come back, here with me.
Why do you go away,
to that far away place.
The torture shows on your face,
your chest shows your hearts at race.
What to do, what to do,
you won't let me help you.
Why won't you, why won't you,
won't you let me wake you.
I need you, I need you,
so just let me wake you.
see you're gone, though you're here.
It looks so dark in there,
what you see makes you scared.
Please can I just wake you up,
you look so terrified to me,
the door to your mind is shut.
Can I please just wake you up.
Your presence, crawls back in,
hurts when you, aren't with me.
You become, a blank canvas,
please come back, here with me.
Why do you go away,
to that far away place.
The torture shows on your face,
your chest shows your hearts at race.
What to do, what to do,
you won't let me help you.
Why won't you, why won't you,
won't you let me wake you.
I need you, I need you,
so just let me wake you.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
About being with someone who constantly disappears within their own mind. They're there and yet not there.
Ten years wasted
Who we're you back then
I'll never know
no good in the beginning
no good in the end
ten years wasted, ten years gone
When my mom was dying
you where on your back
how can any one in this world
ever be so damn slack
ten years wasted, ten years gone
You have no conscience
don't understand trust
you never understood anything
that's why there is no us
ten years wasted, ten years gone
© 2012 Marcus Goodman
I'll never know
no good in the beginning
no good in the end
ten years wasted, ten years gone
When my mom was dying
you where on your back
how can any one in this world
ever be so damn slack
ten years wasted, ten years gone
You have no conscience
don't understand trust
you never understood anything
that's why there is no us
ten years wasted, ten years gone
© 2012 Marcus Goodman
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Posted: Mar 2012
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Death of Innocence
In a land of magic and wonder,
There lived a child with pure innocence,
She roamed the fields with laughter and splendor,
Blissfully unaware of the world's malevolence.
But one day a darkness descended,
The air grew cold, and the sky turned grey,
The child was frightened and apprehended,
Her innocence slowly withered away.
The creatures of the land ran and hid,
As the shadows crept towards her,
The child cried out, "I want to be a kid!",
But her plea was swallowed by the sinister murmur.
The darkness took over, and the child's spirit broke,
Her vivid fantasies became a distant memory,
The land was still, and the silence spoke,
As the death of innocence became a tragedy.
Her world now tainted, with corruption and greed,
Forced to grow up too soon, the child could no longer dream,
No longer could the child embrace their pure creed,
The death of innocence, a melancholy theme.
There lived a child with pure innocence,
She roamed the fields with laughter and splendor,
Blissfully unaware of the world's malevolence.
But one day a darkness descended,
The air grew cold, and the sky turned grey,
The child was frightened and apprehended,
Her innocence slowly withered away.
The creatures of the land ran and hid,
As the shadows crept towards her,
The child cried out, "I want to be a kid!",
But her plea was swallowed by the sinister murmur.
The darkness took over, and the child's spirit broke,
Her vivid fantasies became a distant memory,
The land was still, and the silence spoke,
As the death of innocence became a tragedy.
Her world now tainted, with corruption and greed,
Forced to grow up too soon, the child could no longer dream,
No longer could the child embrace their pure creed,
The death of innocence, a melancholy theme.
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Posted: Jul 2023
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Loneliness
Loneliness
terrifies with silence
when i open the door.
I'm listening
in my footsteps
I'm counting stairs.
Loneliness
accompanied
lighted candles
and chillout sounds
to improve mood.
Loneliness
washes the body
after a hard day
hoping the next one
will be the same.
Loneliness
ties in the quilt grip
and wakes up at night
with a shout.
terrifies with silence
when i open the door.
I'm listening
in my footsteps
I'm counting stairs.
Loneliness
accompanied
lighted candles
and chillout sounds
to improve mood.
Loneliness
washes the body
after a hard day
hoping the next one
will be the same.
Loneliness
ties in the quilt grip
and wakes up at night
with a shout.
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Posted: Aug 2019
Post CommentW. U. I.
(Writing Under the Influence)
Sometimes it all comes out garbled,
Can't make heads nor tails the next day.
As if I'd lost all my marbles,
Now what was I trying to say?
But once in a while it's inspired,
A couple of nuggets I'll find.
It's almost as if I were wired,
My fingers just speaking my mind.
Later I'll fix up the scansion,
Make sure all the rhymes are just right.
Ideas may need some expansion,
From fragments composed in the night.
Then when the magic is churning,
When ev'rything's coming out fine,
The late midnight oils are burning,
As poetry mixes with wine.
Sometimes it all comes out garbled,
Can't make heads nor tails the next day.
As if I'd lost all my marbles,
Now what was I trying to say?
But once in a while it's inspired,
A couple of nuggets I'll find.
It's almost as if I were wired,
My fingers just speaking my mind.
Later I'll fix up the scansion,
Make sure all the rhymes are just right.
Ideas may need some expansion,
From fragments composed in the night.
Then when the magic is churning,
When ev'rything's coming out fine,
The late midnight oils are burning,
As poetry mixes with wine.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
Inspired by a very dear lady..."i drank a little wine to unwind, and now i'm so unwound i've lost my rhymes..."
Anna loves her Jesus
She walks on air
eyes without despair
in her smile i know
there her heart goes
She's full of light
a shining delight
within her
lives the words...
Of her Jesus
Christ stuck in delusion
i know not love...
like she does
Oh Anna
loves her Jesus
Oh Anna
loves her Jesus!
She flew up north
Fell in love of course
Married another man
What was God thinking?!
eyes without despair
in her smile i know
there her heart goes
She's full of light
a shining delight
within her
lives the words...
Of her Jesus
Christ stuck in delusion
i know not love...
like she does
Oh Anna
loves her Jesus
Oh Anna
loves her Jesus!
She flew up north
Fell in love of course
Married another man
What was God thinking?!
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Posted: Jul 2019
About this poem:
Another one of my unfinished songs re a born again Christian I knew in college.THE PRAYER: I found myself hiding in my dorm room in Pentagon Dorm. After seven years trying to fix myself since high school and running from people out of fear. I thought OMG I'm never ever going to be better! How can i endure this? Will i be living with social phobia when im 60!! Even at this point no prayer was said yet not until i thought OMG being at college is supposed to be the happiest time of my life. I THEN CRACKED! It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Spontaneously i sent out a pure heartfelt honest sincere desperate cry for help. I TRIED I CAN'T DO IT BY MYSELF, LORD I NEED HELP. I wish i had journaled what happened in that moment bc i don't remember exactly, which is a bummer, but the next day seemingly out of the blue i decided to thank God for anything positive that might happen during the day even if it was just smile from someone. the cool thing was i actually felt gratitude as positive things began to pile up. I figure on some level i must of turned it over to God. Since He is now running the show or why would i the next day be thanking him for any positive experiences. Why didnt i do it yesterday or a week before. What im saying is something happened out of that prayer either I dont remember or something below my consciousness. This next thing is hard to communicate but I deducted if i did remember what happened in that instance after THE PRAYER i would be propelled back into that sacred holy space.(which is rare for me and out of my control). Just a theory I would be reliving it not just remembering it. Anyway in a month i was completely transformed and having a blast! During this time i felt a strong desire to make up for lost time. And not fall victim to that Mr Grinch part of me that was so afraid of what people might think that kept me not being me and living afraid in a cage called: What will people think! If there was a devil this would be the perfect way to sabotage someone from preventing them from living out their potential! Now though after my transformation which included waking up each morning jumping out of bed cant wait to start the day and go out into the world and be with people. Also l also had a strong need to let people know that they had inherent greatness within them. That they are not seeing their potential. Just like me before the prayer. Interesting tho this thing l was going thru was similar to what l read many years later about what Joseph Campbell talked about re all the hero's journey stories in mythology. After the hero goes thru his trails and is transformed by them he would have the option to go back into the world to help people achieve what he had achieved. l ended up doing outrageous things(a part of me wanted to make up for lost opportunities)BTW it was at this time i started Anna’s Song. Years later looking back I realized it was the happiest time of my life!
Two seeds
Two seeds,
whisper on air.
By chance,
settling near.
Two seeds,
water and ground.
They spire,
destiny bound.
Two seeds,
flowers and colours
Entwine,
natures lovers.
Two flowers,
bonding together.
Invinceble,
like life forever.
Two flowers,
caress and catch.
Endless,
a perfect match
Two flowers,
winter of wrong.
Withering,
the seeds are gone.
whisper on air.
By chance,
settling near.
Two seeds,
water and ground.
They spire,
destiny bound.
Two seeds,
flowers and colours
Entwine,
natures lovers.
Two flowers,
bonding together.
Invinceble,
like life forever.
Two flowers,
caress and catch.
Endless,
a perfect match
Two flowers,
winter of wrong.
Withering,
the seeds are gone.
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Posted: Jul 2019
About this poem:
A simple poem of 2 souls meeting, the potential they share as one and how quick all can be lost.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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