Play 4 your life
You should be all in in most that you do. I think living in grey, is like swimming in stew. One card in a hand makes you first or last. If you get a bad beat let it slip to the past. Hold most of your hands close to your vest put all th
I think
just thinking hahaha
don t play games
don t play games
funnie world
funnie crazy world
Musing
Just another spontaneous verse.
Kisses
I will be putting my past poems which I had written some time back coz I don't have a back up so I place all of them here
Liquid Lines with Richard Lamoureux
Richard and I got together and wrote this between us I hope you enjoy it
age
I like to cook and I like to bake Some will think that Im a real flake But I'll tell you this when you hear me play You will say no_way ! I like to rock and i like to roll and I might as well be 30 years old But age is a number and
River of Sleep
It is what it is.
liberi
may our footfalls carry us tandem friends ever fenced only by beginning and end green fields of forever lie before us and we are a great sythe never to reach an end to our thrashing, thus never to die though be of deep golden grain or lush valley
HOUSE MOUSE
HOUSE MOUSE Out from the big house, ran a little, gay, mouse. Wearing an old tattered blouse, and looking for some crack. Out of no where he heard a loud shot, and turned around to look at his back. I should've stayed straight was his fin
FADE OFF INTO THE BLUE
Here's another one of my lyrics from years ago. FADE OFF INTO THE BLUE (verse 1) I’ve lived a short life, for which my tears have gone dry. A state of mental confusion, from a mother and father. Twisted lies, twisted truth, which to b
“What to say today in May to Jay”
like most of the poems I wrote, I was probably just having fun with the word play and/ or rhyming of it.
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any idea for a title for this? i can't think of one, . . .
The Drove
The trail was long and very dusty great clouds pluming up from hooves of the vast herd being wrangled on 300 more miles of eating their dust Bandanas tightly wrapped round faces cries of "get up there" ringing out bawling calves separated fro
Time
The old saying goes You can please some of them some of the time but, can't please them all the time. Love never happens on time but always at the proper time. We are a race obsessed with time always in a hurry going nowhere waiting within tim
Moondance
One night She danced upon the moon A summer night of June The stars sang to her a lovely tune Yet, tears flowed from her eyes as she looked up into the night skies She could hear the howling of the wolf cries as the wind whistled and moaned.
Languish
This parasitic atrophy, A fickle inequity at best, More often lends itself to The blossoming desecration Footlong virtue, Than sacred and noble piety.
Phi
Premeditated massacres- In life we're just some passengers evil doers act as us- tongues a boom bappin rappin drum Spirit flung from on high, to flesh level, a deaf rebel vibrating like a sound wave, vacant as a vacuum gracious, taking all t
Doom
A being of thought cut from the cloth of destruction and wrath A soul of the sovereign gives hope to the goblins myth and mayhem! This kid of Abraham- on skids row EVIL exists, just to- let you kids know Bearing my cross slave to the los
A moment of introspection
A moment of introspection As I ponder my reflection I sometimes hate what I see based on a bitter reality I am learning just how insignificant I really am to the mass majority Those who may see this, there is little to miss of it's morality.
Faceless man
To be a faceless man to hide within the shadows stealth as I can Nobody would know if I shed a tear or judge me happy or sad or running in fear. Oh, but I may not be truly seen of what others could try to glean if I had no face to clean. I
Your bathroom weight:)))
you old friend who was in the bathroom now I throw you in the way je proud of you, but you always said I was too bold for you, I, slender to be a friend but no, you say you are so big for me And now it out you must be, from badroom be I am fre
Wisdom and Truth?
just a little allegorical poem i wrote...many may see the true meaning and some may not.
night from Crystal
In a mill slept at nights in the whirl to scare. With hands clasped,because up there is inseparably away From the human inseparably. Kristal night, come with me And you can scare me. and flew from the top, your close stranglehold bottle,
ROCK'S IN HIS HEAD
I wrote the lyrics to this rebel anthem for one of my previous band's harder electric guitar (distortion) rockers. "He's got Rock" implies moxy (testis/balls ; ) and of course the double entendre of having rock-n-roll in his head (and/or loose marbles free-spirit crazy?). Party On, Rockers!
Phony
I watch the phony on my t.v. As I eat my baloney sandwich. There words sound so good. draw you like a bug to a windshield. Phonies on the radio,in the newspapers, Phonies everywhere. Are you a phony? Am I ? Copyright 2011 John Yona
This Isnt a Poem
this isnt a poem, not written by me, this isnt a poem, as you can plainly see, if this is a poem, the sun shines at night, if its a poem, the bat can see the light, it cant be a poem, it was written with no thought, i cant be a poem, c
AS WE LOVED ABOVE THE DEAD
AS WE LOVED ABOVE THE DEAD You stood naked against the tombstone, the graveyard, whisper quiet, you shivered, at my touch, in the stillness of the night. In the hills, a vixen calling, Ivy trembled, as if in dread, as we in passion, trul
Some
Some of change and we grow Some for the better and some no All have good and some just don,t show Some get rich and some stay below ALL for a reason and one day we will all know.
Laundry
When people lie to you, do you think they know? Is it intentional, this spiral they put you through like ropes on a pulley, strips of cloth spinning round the washing machine as a child painted to the brim pokes gleefully at the bended glass?
Beware of Serpents
I am the archetype. Pedestaled forever with a label Which reads “Woman - Sin”. What fairness? Pale as though marble, the Serpents crafted my brow from Dirt; they should have eaten it. Beauty herself posed for my image, and J
desert
I watch, sometimes I laugh, sometimes I admire, sometimes I cry, but does not drop a tear: my tears have been dried by the desert the same desert that I watch, that sometimes I admire, that sometimes tears from me a bitter laugh. And that en
selfish
what am I doing? just crawling into bed that's all I'm doing (were life fair) it's my 'down' time as I thrash about in chase of hypnos invariably, I guiltily rehash the old hash that occured during my 'up' time apparently one has never had e
A Single Man
Your smiley face At dinner time Would be fun Instead of the paper
The End of the World
I wrote this poem in 1999 during the millenium when the end of the world was supposed to happened. I recieve an award for 1 of the top poem in the U.S. in the year 2000. I am so glad the world did not end, I would have never got the award. LOL
As I Make My Way
This song is about taking "the journey".If you have then "you know". If you haven't then you'll never understand.
I switched off the light
there was a glow yes ann a glow and I could still see I could see you see your eyes smile your smile walking hope facing up leading up nothingness
choices
flip the coin watch it spin wait for the fall and start again heads you win tails you mend roll the dice make your bet up the anty start to sweat winners take all losers go home flip the coin wait for it to fall run to see which way its
Sail
A single sail is bleaching brightly Upon the waves caressing bland, What seeks it in a stranger country? Why did it leave its native strand? When winds pipe high, load roar the billows And with a crashing bends the mast, It does not shun its
Departure
Anna Akhmatova the wife of Nikolai Gumilev
shadow dance
just a free verse of thoughts. nothing more