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MY MAMA MADE ME
Though she is gone
She used to tell me when we were alone
That drugs got no vitamin
Though she is a woman
she raised me to be a man
who can stand and fight on my own
That's why when i was a kid
she used to knock my head
warning me not to smoke weed
otherwise my mind might slide
Though i am now old
I still miss her indeed
sometimes i cry when days are wild
it's a different mood
can't express in words
Though i am still mourning
It's reminding me back to my beginning
When my mother in front of me clapping
while i am learning to talk and walking
and that is why right now am smiling.
She used to tell me when we were alone
That drugs got no vitamin
Though she is a woman
she raised me to be a man
who can stand and fight on my own
That's why when i was a kid
she used to knock my head
warning me not to smoke weed
otherwise my mind might slide
Though i am now old
I still miss her indeed
sometimes i cry when days are wild
it's a different mood
can't express in words
Though i am still mourning
It's reminding me back to my beginning
When my mother in front of me clapping
while i am learning to talk and walking
and that is why right now am smiling.
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
its about my mother the way she raised me up. she was a single mother but she took no none sense.when i am not in a good mood i always remember her. i wish she leaved longer to see me growing.
I Remember not the Cause of My Joy…
I remember not what was the cause of my joy,
Now I watch space observed how it slowly unfolds.
And this garden I loved, sitting here I enjoyed,
Used to come yesteryear all summer long.
And this question inside me is constantly born:
Shouldn’t I stop shedding tears, have I not cried enough?!
I recall in this garden sitting pondering long
Since to dearest friend bade I final good bye.
Sky, observed oftentimes, now it slowly unfolds,
There is space once again, there is also the earth.
Used to come yesteryear all summer long,
Then this garden wore down, it I fully forgot.
I remember not what was the cause of my joy,
Now I watch space observed how it slowly unfolds.
And this garden I loved, sitting here I enjoyed,
Used to come yesteryear all summer long.
Now I watch space observed how it slowly unfolds.
And this garden I loved, sitting here I enjoyed,
Used to come yesteryear all summer long.
And this question inside me is constantly born:
Shouldn’t I stop shedding tears, have I not cried enough?!
I recall in this garden sitting pondering long
Since to dearest friend bade I final good bye.
Sky, observed oftentimes, now it slowly unfolds,
There is space once again, there is also the earth.
Used to come yesteryear all summer long,
Then this garden wore down, it I fully forgot.
I remember not what was the cause of my joy,
Now I watch space observed how it slowly unfolds.
And this garden I loved, sitting here I enjoyed,
Used to come yesteryear all summer long.
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
The cause of joy must have been the poet's dearest friend, a buddy, a soulmate, a beloved, to whom bidding farewell could have produced a great stress and depression, so abysmally deep that he does not even remember who or what the cause of his broken spirit is. His poetry is permeated with the deepest melancholy, despondency, depressed state, and thoughts of death.Here are links to his poem Memento Mori - the poem itself with English translation (which is not mine) and a video with the recital of the poem.
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http://courses.washington.edu/dtcg/texts/data/tg/memento_mori.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16DIrXXYqcM
Oh, My Heart
Oh, my heart,
Like a town that lacks its fencing,
You defenseless, standing wall less,
Do not tell whom you are missing,
Do not stand up ‘gainst the wind,
Let it blow, soulless and idling,
Handing words round ‘long the road,
Let it not tell what it wishes,
Let it hear what it unwishes,
Do not call it, do not tell it
That you’re living, you’re alive!
Like a town that lacks its fencing,
You defenseless, standing wall less,
Do not tell whom you are missing,
Do not stand up ‘gainst the wind,
Let it blow, soulless and idling,
Handing words round ‘long the road,
Let it not tell what it wishes,
Let it hear what it unwishes,
Do not call it, do not tell it
That you’re living, you’re alive!
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
Another translation of a poetess now long gone. Iza Orjonikidze (1938 – 2010) - a Georgian poetess and literary scholar .
Evening Poem
to have a line
be nude of a person
to have a sky lifted
are the only things
loss equals
the shape of evenings
the sadness of rooms
and time
to be felt is the only thing
to touch.
be nude of a person
to have a sky lifted
are the only things
loss equals
the shape of evenings
the sadness of rooms
and time
to be felt is the only thing
to touch.
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Posted: Nov 2016
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All Alone
I have nobody
I am somebody
I have the heart of desire
love to live I hate to live alone
My life is empty or is it full
I wander around no place to go
or a place of my destiny
Road is dark only lit up by the moons brite
or is the stars light brite enough to guide me
Hear the wind howl trees swaying
as my truck rolls by
I come to dead end
is this the farthest I go
Bridge is out road is closed
hit my brakes
my life is at its end
the road ends the journey begins
off to the right I drive
turning on a dirt road
where will it lead
Moon lite is all I have
Kicking up dust
I leave behind
My life continues on
a dirt bumpy road
but I live on all alone
traveling down the unknown
I am somebody
I have the heart of desire
love to live I hate to live alone
My life is empty or is it full
I wander around no place to go
or a place of my destiny
Road is dark only lit up by the moons brite
or is the stars light brite enough to guide me
Hear the wind howl trees swaying
as my truck rolls by
I come to dead end
is this the farthest I go
Bridge is out road is closed
hit my brakes
my life is at its end
the road ends the journey begins
off to the right I drive
turning on a dirt road
where will it lead
Moon lite is all I have
Kicking up dust
I leave behind
My life continues on
a dirt bumpy road
but I live on all alone
traveling down the unknown
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
one of my favorite pieces. had to repost this also an older poem I wrote.
Who is Woman?
Who is Woman?
She is the one
Who created the men
With so much pain.
Who is Woman?
She is the one
Who loves us now and then,
But gets no love in return.
Who is Woman?
She is the one
Who takes so much burden
But gets no apprecition.
Who is Woman?
She is the one
Who gets beating
With stick and stone.
But All Mighty
A question too arise
Why does she keep quiet?
Why does not she fight?
She is the one
Who created the men
With so much pain.
Who is Woman?
She is the one
Who loves us now and then,
But gets no love in return.
Who is Woman?
She is the one
Who takes so much burden
But gets no apprecition.
Who is Woman?
She is the one
Who gets beating
With stick and stone.
But All Mighty
A question too arise
Why does she keep quiet?
Why does not she fight?
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Posted: Oct 2016
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These Days
Some days just don’t feel right inside
These days I just want to sit and hide
I can feel so high and then so low
These days my weakness does show
Everything’s fine there’s nothing that’s changed
These days I find hard to do what’s arranged
The sun has come up and I’m wearing a smile
These days that I can’t go the extra mile
No cross words have been spoken to me
These days that it’s darkness that I see
No plans have been changed, it’s all looking good
These days that I really can’t do what I should
So why does my mood change, why feel sad
These days that I so often wish I never had
Is it just me, do I think the wrong things
Theses days that its sadness my mind brings
Can sometimes go weeks without a single bad day
Then once again it’s just one of these days I will say
Not down or depressed just not feeling my best
These days that just seems like an attitude test
But if I turn it around and look the other way
These days that I’m happy with whatever they say
The rain is pouring down, no one looks happy at all
These days that I’m smiling on top of my wall
Swings and roundabouts I suppose is what it’s about
These days that I’m happy and for love I will shout
Never knowing which way any day could turn
These days to get used to I really must learn
These days I just want to sit and hide
I can feel so high and then so low
These days my weakness does show
Everything’s fine there’s nothing that’s changed
These days I find hard to do what’s arranged
The sun has come up and I’m wearing a smile
These days that I can’t go the extra mile
No cross words have been spoken to me
These days that it’s darkness that I see
No plans have been changed, it’s all looking good
These days that I really can’t do what I should
So why does my mood change, why feel sad
These days that I so often wish I never had
Is it just me, do I think the wrong things
Theses days that its sadness my mind brings
Can sometimes go weeks without a single bad day
Then once again it’s just one of these days I will say
Not down or depressed just not feeling my best
These days that just seems like an attitude test
But if I turn it around and look the other way
These days that I’m happy with whatever they say
The rain is pouring down, no one looks happy at all
These days that I’m smiling on top of my wall
Swings and roundabouts I suppose is what it’s about
These days that I’m happy and for love I will shout
Never knowing which way any day could turn
These days to get used to I really must learn
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
It was just one of those days, so i wrote it
Winter's Almost Here
The Spring then Summer of my youth, has long since turned to fall, as winter looming large conveys, I may have missed my call.
Another lonely night remains to further rub it in, and all that I have in defense is locked down deep within.
They say that time will heal all wounds I've heard a time or two, but as the clock strokes endlessly I know that it's not true.
The Spring then Summer of my youth was gone in such great haste, that I was barely cognizant and managed most to waste.
A new day's sun begins to rise and with it hopes anew, a pity tis that all my plans n'er had a chance to grew.
Another restless heart remains awake as dawn comes near, rehashing all the wasted time and thus my greatest fear,
The Spring then summer of my life has withered into fall and looming winter promises the greatest pain of all.
We each have seasons in our lives some manage to see clear and then there are the most of us who barely can adhere.
The fall then winter of my life is firmly underway, and nothing any one can do will give me words to pray.
Another quiet night invades the clamor of my thoughts, and forces me to stop and then to clarify my oughts.
Ought to have this ought to have that I shriek but no one hears, and all that's left for me to do is drown in all my tears.
The Final winter of my life is coming closer near, the bravest thing I'll ever do's embrace it with no fear.
Another lonely night remains to further rub it in, and all that I have in defense is locked down deep within.
They say that time will heal all wounds I've heard a time or two, but as the clock strokes endlessly I know that it's not true.
The Spring then Summer of my youth was gone in such great haste, that I was barely cognizant and managed most to waste.
A new day's sun begins to rise and with it hopes anew, a pity tis that all my plans n'er had a chance to grew.
Another restless heart remains awake as dawn comes near, rehashing all the wasted time and thus my greatest fear,
The Spring then summer of my life has withered into fall and looming winter promises the greatest pain of all.
We each have seasons in our lives some manage to see clear and then there are the most of us who barely can adhere.
The fall then winter of my life is firmly underway, and nothing any one can do will give me words to pray.
Another quiet night invades the clamor of my thoughts, and forces me to stop and then to clarify my oughts.
Ought to have this ought to have that I shriek but no one hears, and all that's left for me to do is drown in all my tears.
The Final winter of my life is coming closer near, the bravest thing I'll ever do's embrace it with no fear.
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
A Lament in the classic sense of Wasted Time and the ultimate reconciliation of the reality and cost therein.
online today!MARCO POLO
You came to my door as a stray
Moved into my home and heart to stay
12 Years have gone by so fast
Thinking of you today and of the past
Today you have gone to your final rest
Your pain and suffering gone at last
I will miss your bright whiskery face
Chasing through the house at a fast pace
The heavy weight on my legs or lap
Curling in a ball for a nap
Much more than just a cat to tend
For 12 years you were my best furry friend
So I lay you to rest today
Knowing I will see you on my Resurrection Day
Welcoming me with your furry face
Again laying on my lap in your favorite place
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Posted: Jun 2016
About this poem:
My brother's tuxedo cat - Marco - passed away this morning. Very sad day. He named him Marco after Marco Polo the explorer.Farewell
Oh, I dread farewell long before it is bade,
It is felt as a sting, shows as mark on the face,
Feels as pain in the eyes, in the quiver of voice,
Oh, I dread farewell, wish we never have met.
If we meet any time I shall stop on my way
And pretend I am well, make a showy display.
Ask about your life, show a real concern,
You may think with regret I have come to myself.
After parting with you I will stop for a while
To recover my breath, to consider awhile,
Check myself on the point not to follow your steps,
Oh, I dread farewell long before it is bade.
It is felt as a sting, shows as mark on the face,
Feels as pain in the eyes, in the quiver of voice,
Oh, I dread farewell, wish we never have met.
If we meet any time I shall stop on my way
And pretend I am well, make a showy display.
Ask about your life, show a real concern,
You may think with regret I have come to myself.
After parting with you I will stop for a while
To recover my breath, to consider awhile,
Check myself on the point not to follow your steps,
Oh, I dread farewell long before it is bade.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
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