Just a daily routine
It's more of a rap for fun but it's a true story
UNvailed
As they unvailed the loss city at record speed Devoured savage strangers with odd ease Climbed to the steeps to seek out the weak Privelaged all the elders to speak wisdom seeked Supposed claims of fortune veer them astray Havoced common
What future
look around and you will see
Sheeple
Song I wrote...I can see the 1%er's in a board meeting somewhere discussing their fiendish plan...
Roseanne
All this political correctness is really making TV lame, thankfully we have DVDs.
should i play
On the paper the nos are One to forty nine Which order they want to be played To find those lucky six Which order will the play I'll put pen to paper and make then in any way Or play a lucky dip and cross my finger hope come out for me toda
A Night at the Casino
The life of a gambling couple.
Letter to the world III
I had a dream to become a weatherman than my college took away that goal as well as the hurdles in my life that provided me with tests to test my ability to overcome. Now I write about life,love, and about things that I find going on around me. My belief is that we are destined to an open mind as we pursue a brighter future even though we are currently experiencing cloudy conditions. So to my fellow brothers and sisters don't ever give your dreams and goals for one day you may just be the one that our future generations hear about as a difference maker in our history
Black Friday
I was having a bit of a rant at the sad materialistic world we live in
Elegy for Juarez
i think it's self explainitory.
Cold Fusion
Cold Fusion By the red glow Of atmospheric events, Aurora, Burning, in a sense. Eden burning, Sunlight shining, Curved, We are round, Not square, Cold energy Masquerading As dark matter. Still, and quiet, Starlight shining Cold
Eagles
Saw an eagle eating on a dead raccoon this morning on my way to my crappy job in Mineral Point.
Incompetence of the healthcare professionals!
Reality nobody cares....
Haiku!
Seems to be Haiku day...
Mama Me Me A
the greed of man
I'm Free?
How free are we really
So Few are They Whose Legion is Peace
So few are they whose legion is peace. Did Columbus chase stillness beyond tumultuous seas? Sails and oars were manned by dissidents, genocide is patent. Prayers and spreads with huge birds were answered with reservations, provisions like
desensitized chatter
living just doesn't sell nobody's interested today maybe it's just as well tragedy's a better cliché the blood's already spilled the innocent's beaten in life their promise too soon killed speculations of motives rife we'll watch again an
The Rose of York
The younger one.
AS False Reality
Theworld continues its merry way On second thoughts it is not so merry Imprisoned in this Hologram so blithe All is in order or so it seems But the order is not our making Helpless in ignorance sleeeping Like lambs gamboling in spring We rejoi
Keeping America Beutiful
Watching an old informative commercial from the 70's with the Indian crying over the bag full of fast food containers thrown out of someone's car.
Still on your knees eh
One cannot walk this path that shines this path that has been carved through the concrete jungles of lies and deceit through the rotting smell of corruption and greed where there are people who lurk within people who have nothing bu
Garage Sales
Getting stuff is fun and you never know what you might find out there.
Veteran in waiting...
It is appreciated by most, if not all.. the flamboyant and sometimes contrived ... "Thanks" given to all of us that have worn the uniform. The greatest reward you could give us - Never again tolerate a Presidential administration or a
The Tale of the Old Man (Part I)
The places named are actual places...to the best of my knowledge dates mentioned are correct...should there be errors I apologise in advance
No Alternatives
Its all a game.
The First Time
How conversation breaks down the barriers of fear when first meeting someone an how it can progress.........
palaver
pick a news story of today and apply... http://www.rhymezone.com/r/d?u=palaver
HEROES
AS THE SMOKE CLEARS WE STAND ALONE BARELY 40 FROM 400 OF US REMAIN WE HAVE WON THE DAY VICTORY IS OURS YET WHAT GLORY THIS? THAT LEAVES OUR BROTHERS DEAD AND DYING UPON THESE FIELDS WHAT HOLLOW PRIZE THAT WE ARE HAILED HEROES OF OUR LAND WH
I Matter
I wrote this a little while ago in response to an article I read about child abuse ... abuse does not always mean physical ... it can be something as simple as neglect
Silent
I wrote this poem late one night around 11:50pm on the 17th may 1999.
A Conversation
"Please Sir, Can you spare a dollar? I've not eaten in a while. The nights are cold, mid winter now and shelter I have none." [Why does he look at me like that? Does he not understand how hard it is for me to beg like this. There was a time
Reality
All i hearing and feeling in every day life
The Pirates
My new poem takes us into the world of piracy from it's early beginning to it's threat across the world today, this could happen to anyone, any time and any place, here are...."The Pirates" (Written 12 January 2013)(Editor-Marikia)
Give it back
Take our money Take our gold Fool us again Its getting old Tell us a lie Increase your wealth Cant afford much here In bad health Fuel prices too high Cigarettes not cheap Taxes and bills I just cant sleep Something has to give Someones
Letter to the world IV
Well here we go once again we have major breaking news, Yet we prefer to hear about the Miley Cyrus boos. Going to strike another country when ourselves can't see, Cause its set to the side of the start of football sounds weird to me. Or is it..
Misernomics
we're counting...on you
War On Want
War On Want Look at war, if that is your taste and deny to me that it is a human waste, not war of battles and killing and dying but war of want and suffering and trying! Because survival is life's only real aim for rich or for poor the end
Canadian Geese
There a number of invasive species that have made things bad for everyone, Canadian geese are just one of many.
A Question From The Somme
A Question From The Somme “Could it be that if we were to write our words in blood about a battle’s no man’s land within the fields of mud, and so create a path for modern spiritual trespassers to seek the many innocent souls individual signatu
The World Of Illusion
This is not a poem or a story but a short Thesus on the world today. Are we all free or is this only an illusion, please read and find out what I believe to be true. Written 16th June 2013
All moving parts stand still...
No one cares anymore about writers...just words and little of that at that,yet without us writers...there wouldn't be much social reform or values...just existence and instinct. The Animals do this,it's natursl but effective to a creature that has no hierarchy or public structuring and socialism...for them it is all about pecking order and personal space...this poem addresses that as well as an end times scenario,in a certain sense...mostly it is emotional and suggestive to a higher power from within us all as God based or created from a power no one really fully understands.