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Morgen's Defense (attorney#1)
I was told
Of the trial of Morgen from Singapore
A lovelorn soul
Who thought that his worth was
As valuable as fool's gold
I endeavor here and now
Before the tribunal
To make an earnest and heartfelt
Rebuttal.
A man that has a dry sense of humor
Yet a friend and a hero to the letter
Knowledgeable about the dark and the light
A man who's only error is not to know when he is actually right.
Why should he be called here thus
In so sharp a manner
When all he's guilty of
Is the need for love
To be sure 'tis a need we all have
Instilled in us by the one above...
Foul I cry on this tribunal to mock a man's
Pained heart
What!!! Contempt of court you say?
Ha! So what if the maidens flock to his side?
You only wish you'd thought of that before....!
Against such there is no law
And here and now I declare that Morgen of Singapore is free,
Free from the demons that did haunt his mind, Free because he's got Friends
Of every kind
And love that surrounds him on every side
Such as this tribunal would never decide
This man's destiny
For it is still being woven...
Just wait and see.
Of the trial of Morgen from Singapore
A lovelorn soul
Who thought that his worth was
As valuable as fool's gold
I endeavor here and now
Before the tribunal
To make an earnest and heartfelt
Rebuttal.
A man that has a dry sense of humor
Yet a friend and a hero to the letter
Knowledgeable about the dark and the light
A man who's only error is not to know when he is actually right.
Why should he be called here thus
In so sharp a manner
When all he's guilty of
Is the need for love
To be sure 'tis a need we all have
Instilled in us by the one above...
Foul I cry on this tribunal to mock a man's
Pained heart
What!!! Contempt of court you say?
Ha! So what if the maidens flock to his side?
You only wish you'd thought of that before....!
Against such there is no law
And here and now I declare that Morgen of Singapore is free,
Free from the demons that did haunt his mind, Free because he's got Friends
Of every kind
And love that surrounds him on every side
Such as this tribunal would never decide
This man's destiny
For it is still being woven...
Just wait and see.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
just smiling here I am..... free morgen now, lol
Serenity
When the school bell rang,
she purposely missed the bus;
avoided all the hoopla,
the noise,
the obnoxious,
the bullies,
the sound of cuss.
While they sat around
pretending to be cool,
she ran her heart out
ran away from the fools.
They all seemed to blend;
blend into the night;
the next day...
it would start all over
as she cowered in fright.
They were the bullies
the power of numbers,
the rats creeping
under the bus seats.
She would close her eyes,
lift her feet,
pretending to blend...
became an overwhelming feat.
So she learned to run.
She ran and ran and ran
day after day...
all the way home
as the screaming bus
passed away.
Serenity.
she purposely missed the bus;
avoided all the hoopla,
the noise,
the obnoxious,
the bullies,
the sound of cuss.
While they sat around
pretending to be cool,
she ran her heart out
ran away from the fools.
They all seemed to blend;
blend into the night;
the next day...
it would start all over
as she cowered in fright.
They were the bullies
the power of numbers,
the rats creeping
under the bus seats.
She would close her eyes,
lift her feet,
pretending to blend...
became an overwhelming feat.
So she learned to run.
She ran and ran and ran
day after day...
all the way home
as the screaming bus
passed away.
Serenity.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
In memory of all those who have been bullied and paid the price.
danger
Danger
Rides are road
Cars beeping sirens
Those dredfull blues and twos racing to where ever they go
Unable to hear
These dangers Unable to hear the trafic on are fast mobile cells
Horns beeping cycles weave dangerously in and out weaving through are
Jam packed roads
All going in the same directing but no where fast
Beeping their horns to acknoledge they are there
not going any where
Smog fuel smells are road
Coats are throats leaves a lingering taste
Exhaust fumes every where dirt on road hidden in
Trees dirt
is every where
Rides are road
Cars beeping sirens
Those dredfull blues and twos racing to where ever they go
Unable to hear
These dangers Unable to hear the trafic on are fast mobile cells
Horns beeping cycles weave dangerously in and out weaving through are
Jam packed roads
All going in the same directing but no where fast
Beeping their horns to acknoledge they are there
not going any where
Smog fuel smells are road
Coats are throats leaves a lingering taste
Exhaust fumes every where dirt on road hidden in
Trees dirt
is every where
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Posted: Oct 2013
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a chill in the air
A citizen of our land, I am awakened this Monday morn amidst the tumult that is Republican. Tears fall from my eyes as my gaze is held hostage to witness the hastily dug graves of America where rain has turned the field to mud and the wooden markers are tipping over. One wonders how any citizen might support the deliberate actions of so dangerous an ill wind whose aim can only be to achieve subversion, obstruction, disruption, and destruction of our nation. To suspend democracy, erase freedom and rights, and the environment be damned, so that the elite few may make yet more money? Only they who apparently harbor zero thought of regard for their brother or sister might embrace such anarchy on such a grand stage and scale. Do people have any concept of just how dangerous it is to entertain the notion that the few at the top of the money pile have even an inkling of concern for their fellow man? Do you think that you will ever be invited to sit at the table with them? No, you won't. And even if you were, it would be in the role of stooge and would only last for as long as deemed necessary by the sharks so as they may enter the feeding tanks. Then you will be tossed into the maelstrom and before you know it, you too, will rest in the belly of the beast. I always felt that man was destined only to eventually become merely fish food. I just never thought that it could or would happen so quickly...
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
seems as though choppy seas are all we sail these days...
Homeless
There was an old man with holes in his shoes,
Begging for his bottle of booze,
A woman and child cardboard for a home,
Roaming the streets with nowhere to go,
A cripple with a homemade sign,
"Can you spare a nickel? A dime?",
A big eyed young girl holding a cup,
"Mister do you have a buck?",
A veteran lost since Vietnam,
Holding a poster"Help or I'll starve",
Hopeless hungry with no job,
Wow, we have so many problems,
How in the world will we ever solve them...
Begging for his bottle of booze,
A woman and child cardboard for a home,
Roaming the streets with nowhere to go,
A cripple with a homemade sign,
"Can you spare a nickel? A dime?",
A big eyed young girl holding a cup,
"Mister do you have a buck?",
A veteran lost since Vietnam,
Holding a poster"Help or I'll starve",
Hopeless hungry with no job,
Wow, we have so many problems,
How in the world will we ever solve them...
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
It's sad...
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.. I mean especially when you have priests turning fraud,
I mean did they not read the bible that we all have faces of God.
But hey we'll just sit and see if aaron hernandez gives a guilty plea,
Oh wait Obama took hold of the media with an emotionless decree
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.. I mean especially when you have priests turning fraud,
I mean did they not read the bible that we all have faces of God.
But hey we'll just sit and see if aaron hernandez gives a guilty plea,
Oh wait Obama took hold of the media with an emotionless decree
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Posted: Sep 2013
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Point Of No Return
In the back of the class the boy sat
Trying to be as quiet as quiet can be
Too many times he’d been beaten up
For no reason that he could see
At lunch time he’d slink away
A safe refuge trying to find
Once again he’d be out of luck
The bullies would find him there
Such great sport to beat him up
While others watch and cheer
Even the teachers take their time
To stop what should not have started
Another day, more bruises added
Homeward shamefully slinking
One day, he swore, he’d stop it all
Or die in the attempt of trying
Through the corridors with gun in had
The body count is rising
Dead and dying scattered around
The wounded praying and crying
On he seeks, to exact revenge
No-one safe from vengeance
How sad it is that it came to this
Could have been easily prevented
Trying to be as quiet as quiet can be
Too many times he’d been beaten up
For no reason that he could see
At lunch time he’d slink away
A safe refuge trying to find
Once again he’d be out of luck
The bullies would find him there
Such great sport to beat him up
While others watch and cheer
Even the teachers take their time
To stop what should not have started
Another day, more bruises added
Homeward shamefully slinking
One day, he swore, he’d stop it all
Or die in the attempt of trying
Through the corridors with gun in had
The body count is rising
Dead and dying scattered around
The wounded praying and crying
On he seeks, to exact revenge
No-one safe from vengeance
How sad it is that it came to this
Could have been easily prevented
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
So many times the ones you should be able to count on are part of the problem
Where Are You From?
Where are you from?
I am from Platteville, Wisconsin
I live in an apartment there
I used to live in Dickeyville, Wisconsin in a house
With my parents till I was 27
I lived in a foster home in Madison before age 3 and a half
I lived in a home of my natural parents before that
My grandparents came over in 1907 from Austria Hungary
They were German
So where are you from?
Did your relatives arive recently?
Did you move around the country you live in?
I have always lived in Wisconsin
There are some places if money wasn't an object I would like to live
Australia, New Zealand, Norway, Alaska, Ireland
Some places I would not like to live
Liberia, Somalia, Mexico, Jamaica, Haiti, Bangladesh, North Korea
So where are you from?
And where are you going?
I am from Platteville, Wisconsin
I live in an apartment there
I used to live in Dickeyville, Wisconsin in a house
With my parents till I was 27
I lived in a foster home in Madison before age 3 and a half
I lived in a home of my natural parents before that
My grandparents came over in 1907 from Austria Hungary
They were German
So where are you from?
Did your relatives arive recently?
Did you move around the country you live in?
I have always lived in Wisconsin
There are some places if money wasn't an object I would like to live
Australia, New Zealand, Norway, Alaska, Ireland
Some places I would not like to live
Liberia, Somalia, Mexico, Jamaica, Haiti, Bangladesh, North Korea
So where are you from?
And where are you going?
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Just pondering where people live and where they move to. We have certainly had our influx of new people in my small town, I can't say it is for the better.
There's an Art to Every War
When you know your enemy
Is not your closest friend
The battle is halfway over
Before it ever begins
It’s the weight of the evidence
That determines who will win
And
If either can prove the other a fraud
Or expose some blatant deceit
Proceed with extra caution
Or you might very well get beat
Unless both sides are equally capable
Then the victory goes to the able
However
Never become smug
In the heat of a war
Or pride can make you fall on your face
Even in the middle of your encore
When you don’t really know
What your opponent has in store
Prepare yourself for anything
And be ready to balance the score!
Incase plan A
Is replaced with plan B
You better make damn sure
You’ve also got a plan C
AND
PLAN D!!!
If the position that you’ve taken
Can have an impact on a multitude
Then you have to really consider
What’s in their best interest too
Fighting for a cause
Can cost you all your support
Be it money, love, friends
Even family might abort
But
If you believe…
It’s your mission on this earth…
Standing your ground comes naturally
And you’ve probably been this way since birth
Because
Nobody knows who God calls to walk where
When the straight road is narrowly long
And our spirits are prone to desire what’s fair
So we may have to struggle to right the wrong
Sooner or later…
We all have to face our ultimate fate
And I don’t want to be found lacking
So, I’m determined to try and keep the faith
Or God will be obliged to send me packing
Always remember
There’s an art to every war
And don’t get impatient
Or be afraid to admit a mistake
This world is full of trials lost and won
So keep your head up
Your eyes open wide
And be very mindful
Of who is on your side
July 17, 2013
Is not your closest friend
The battle is halfway over
Before it ever begins
It’s the weight of the evidence
That determines who will win
And
If either can prove the other a fraud
Or expose some blatant deceit
Proceed with extra caution
Or you might very well get beat
Unless both sides are equally capable
Then the victory goes to the able
However
Never become smug
In the heat of a war
Or pride can make you fall on your face
Even in the middle of your encore
When you don’t really know
What your opponent has in store
Prepare yourself for anything
And be ready to balance the score!
Incase plan A
Is replaced with plan B
You better make damn sure
You’ve also got a plan C
AND
PLAN D!!!
If the position that you’ve taken
Can have an impact on a multitude
Then you have to really consider
What’s in their best interest too
Fighting for a cause
Can cost you all your support
Be it money, love, friends
Even family might abort
But
If you believe…
It’s your mission on this earth…
Standing your ground comes naturally
And you’ve probably been this way since birth
Because
Nobody knows who God calls to walk where
When the straight road is narrowly long
And our spirits are prone to desire what’s fair
So we may have to struggle to right the wrong
Sooner or later…
We all have to face our ultimate fate
And I don’t want to be found lacking
So, I’m determined to try and keep the faith
Or God will be obliged to send me packing
Always remember
There’s an art to every war
And don’t get impatient
Or be afraid to admit a mistake
This world is full of trials lost and won
So keep your head up
Your eyes open wide
And be very mindful
Of who is on your side
July 17, 2013
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Just a little artful advice about thinking twice...It's Time to Fight For My Life!
The day after tomorrow
I’m going to discuss my rights,
With everything I am inside
It’s time to fight for my life.
This battle began 27 yrs. ago
And I’ve built a solid case,
But this doesn’t really assure a win
Given all the time and space.
Me and this insurance company
Have never seen eye to eye,
While they have means to bury me
All I can afford to do is try.
I’ll try to open up their minds
So I can take care of myself,
Hopefully they’ll see it my way
And finally allow me to get some help.
My story is not so very unusual
Except I’ve stood my ground forever,
Now I want a change of pace
And can only hope they don’t say, NEVER!
To those of you who believe in God
I sure could use your prayer,
For He might be the only One
Who can convince them to be fair.
I thank you all for your acts of kindness
Allowing my self expression on your site,
There are no words to adequately explain
How creativity helps me to feel alright.
The day after tomorrow
Can provoke a stress I wish didn’t exist,
But I have to face it all head on
If I ever want to get this finished.
Please cross your fingers too
For its prayers and luck I need,
And I will bring you all the good news
When this ends well, and I succeed.
July 14, 2013
I’m going to discuss my rights,
With everything I am inside
It’s time to fight for my life.
This battle began 27 yrs. ago
And I’ve built a solid case,
But this doesn’t really assure a win
Given all the time and space.
Me and this insurance company
Have never seen eye to eye,
While they have means to bury me
All I can afford to do is try.
I’ll try to open up their minds
So I can take care of myself,
Hopefully they’ll see it my way
And finally allow me to get some help.
My story is not so very unusual
Except I’ve stood my ground forever,
Now I want a change of pace
And can only hope they don’t say, NEVER!
To those of you who believe in God
I sure could use your prayer,
For He might be the only One
Who can convince them to be fair.
I thank you all for your acts of kindness
Allowing my self expression on your site,
There are no words to adequately explain
How creativity helps me to feel alright.
The day after tomorrow
Can provoke a stress I wish didn’t exist,
But I have to face it all head on
If I ever want to get this finished.
Please cross your fingers too
For its prayers and luck I need,
And I will bring you all the good news
When this ends well, and I succeed.
July 14, 2013
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Posted: Jul 2013
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