the digital Dodger
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oliver_Twist different fingers...same ol' pockets
DO I REA;LY WANT TO DNCE WITH FRANCE?
I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE IS WHERE, BUT ONE OF THEM IS IN FRANCE AND THE OTHER ONE, WHOSE MESSAGE DISappeared.....BUT IF YOU ARE NOT IN FRANCE THAN FILL IN ANY OTHER TOWN...HOW ABUT TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES THERE IS TEMPTATION AND CONSEQUENCES
Go gently with her
for debra
confused by illusion
disillusioned by affectation lead astay by the thought fantasy creates a reality that only pain has brought yet the expectation of a new creation is a feeling long sought confused by illusion was the lession taught
am I done yet?
I was getting bored at work, and still see the tons of task to be accomplished. Excited about after work activity, I was pre-occupied. But realizing I should finish something at work, I have to push myself into focusing and determination, in order to be useful and worthy to be there..
only a look
only a look only a glance the music played and soon they would dance love can come in unexpectedly and it is so that you never know when you dont expect love will arrive only a look and only a glance
Benefits of knowledge
An experimental poem with many deviations, I am sure, as an example of benefits of learning from my fellow poets how to write terzanelles, pantoums, etc. It is up to them to decide whether this particular poem is a terzanelle or not. Any comments are beneficial, therefore very welcome.
When I grow up
I have no idea why I wrote this, I used to be a cop, Im not anymore. I guess this is a poem for all the men and women of law enforcement across the globe that put thier life on the line each day to save others.
and the words live on
think i'll file under work, though it hardly seems like it.
The Bittersweet Pill
layoffs at work survived, for now
A mathematical poem of destiny
How do we arrive at a place and time? Is life one big coordinate plane? Are the x's and y's numbered and set? Are the slopes all predetermined? Or are we all a v e r t i c a line as yet undefined waiting for the function a
grannies house
how youth is takin from us
feel free
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The Painter
inspired by a friend on here....an Artist....I have not seen his paintings but can see them in my minds eye!!
shred
think i'll file it under work...of art, been to a few eh Hedi? ;-)
THE PAINTER
the joys of painting
every man's dream
how funny it is become value of living, doesn't hinge, but is affected by how well my plants may or may not do I suppose that it's only superficial for, should I crave nourishment...it is provided in some fashion I am now...that grubby fingers
Footshot
Wish I'd just win the lottery or something so I don't have to concern myself with these mundane banalities.
AMERICAN TRUTH
The seventh line is, "True blue is hard to find", but should be read true blue ~s~ ,,,, the s sound replaces is (also true for the third line, "realities fleeting" is actually reality is fleeting),,,, this is done for purposes of proper flow. Everyday we watch the news and everyday we forget yesterdays tragedies hence the line reality is fleeting,,,, why is that??? because we dont have time to worry ,,, we have our jobs, kids, and our bills to pay,,,thats what this poem is about.
barker nights
Never take a job you can't quit with both kneecaps...
Learner's Folly
This is how I feel most times as I try to teach.
Free the Babe's please!
A bit about my work these kids were twins and are among hundreds saved,sadly thousands aren't.
Got To Keep Moving On
Sometimes when you have a position in a career if you leave sadly it can cause others to lose their position. Can one leave other families without an income in today's time and look in the mirror and smile. I think not. Maybe I should have titled this trapped.
Jobless Blues
Thirty years of computer programming experience... Anybody need a shoeshine?
Zoom!
At rush hour in any town, people race, people frown, bloody hell they'd knock you down, like soldier ants on a quest, from here to there no time to rest, catch a bus, catch a train, stand in line in the rain, bumper to bumper on the motorway, a
Lunch Hour
On mud-will days when malls about All shake with trays A shopper taps the wares Warily ... lest someone cares He wakes to the trill Of a pneumatic drill Puts on his boots And climbs the hill A quiet smoke A quiet lunch A quiet bloke Wa
Poem welcome
Poem welcome
What is writing?
I just decided to be a smartass one day and wrote about writing. Like metacognition for the written language.
The End of This Chapter
Just my thoughts of what awaits at the end of my career. Nothing fancy just simple.
some afternoon dream
this one's dedicated to solong...
trade ya
ok it's definitely not Pulitzer material but ... I live pretty near a really large port. I was riding home and this was just lying there beside the road so I stopped and picked it up. I'll take it to the vet and get its' shots later... ;-)
our art
ok...uh...it's maybe not "my art" but it's what i do when i'm not earnin' my keep.
Simpler Times..
Just something I thought about today, when a friend's kids were complaining about doing the laundry.. :D
The Feeling of Flying
Don't you, too? :)
Road Warrior
I wrote this July 29th 2007 after a really long day. And thought to myself, truck drivers need a lil pat on the back from time to time :)
Beef Windly (Be Freindly)
White boy rhymes
Is This Me???
comment on what you think of the poem. I appreciate it thank you
retail
I work real hard every day, to do the things the wal-mart way, to unload my truck, and break down the load, to stock my shelves, and then to cull, safety sweep after safety sweep to clean the floors, until a customer comes and trashes my zone, I do w
A to Z of a Day
Awakening at the break of dawn Breathe in and taste the early morn Coming to terms with what lies ahead Desperately wanting to stay in bed Enjoying that coffee the rich full roast Forgetting to check and burning the toast Getting in the shower,
FINAL FLIGHT
It was a cold and dark december night, A shedualled flight to U.S.A. Terrorists with no concience, Knew the passengers were not going all the way Heartless in their convictions In Frankfurt the bomb was placed Never to see their home and frie
september 11th 2001 part one
i wrote this poem weeks after september 11th 2001 and had it published in poetry.com and a copy sent to the white house witha response and a photo from president bush thanking me for writing on the acts of war, this poem has been copyrighted for me and published for the public viewing
time is there ever a enough
just my thoughts