Newest Work Poems (218)

You push to the enth spitting out what I gave
Clock starts at eight, ends about five
Your recall's so bad
Cause it's all about you.

Whips in your hand and your 4 inch heels
You batter the meat to help in your feel
Always forgetting what they gave in the past
It's all about you while you crow's nest the mast.

You get thirty gives
To your Eighty five takes.
Yet the gives never seen
Your despair is all fake.

It's all about you as you superimpose
Your delicate mind upon those of brown nose
Push away others while brown will comply
As they live in the realm of your misguided lie~


~Bentlee~

Already is still dark
And almost sunrise
Alarm rings to warn me
Descend into the mines
Shake loose some salt
Deep inside the earth
Of my middle class world
Drudgery of modern life
Lifted by unquenchable thirst
For good literature and wine
Untangle my free time
Free my simple agrarian mind
Learn the meaning of rest
Taste the fruits of idleness
Where is the sanctity of pleasure
When dreams board a runaway train
Travelling too fast
Out of control
Jump off and roll away
No! Fear says "Hang on"
Or face the consequences
The tender truth awaits
So sinks another sunset
Its glow reaches my soul
Will I too be pulled down
Will my spirit sink
Into the night of tired dispair
Where escape is out of reach
From reality....but whose reality?

he stands amid the dusted rays
of beams from smudged, windowed days
casting light on the words below
pressed flat upon papered page

he's been here since before sun up
stained and smelling of turpentine
surveying the thoughts he's pressed
quickly he hangs the page to dry

then re-inks the typeset laid to table
and inserts another piece to press
pulling at the screw pressed platen
repeating process his labors express

his desire to enlighten the world
not just his neighbors informed to tell
ideas and thoughts carried on back
ancestors haunched with ink and quill

before them criers cried the street
events be known upon lips aloud
spreading ideas throughout the land
difficult to speak beyond the crowd

and unbeknownst to him and kind
someday in future ideas are spread
with something called electricity
through wires and waves on into head

to reach to you my heartfelt soul
ideas with emotions and feelings said
until now, thoughts sweetest aspirations
words spread like jam on slice of bread

words, like feelings toil quietly
carry your touch and feeling along
to distant lands and distant times to
give life's meaning, therefore prolong

what the publisher and writer wish
to convey to all able to read or hear
that thought, like life, is precious
held close at hand, the mind made clear

© Goode Guy 2011-08-09

When I shop I never say no
If a receipt they want to give
Many a poem I wrote on these
When paper is not near
On way home 'Phoenix' I wrote
Could barely fit it on there
How sad it'd be if poem not born
Not here in existence

'Whisper Man'

Hello, you whisper in my ear
Come to me Darling,i am over here
Where are you when i need you
I am always very near
No need to say you are Sorry
For it was not your fault
You are such a Gentle Giant
A Caring man at that
You bring the light in through my Window
The Sun to my Soul
The Laughfter to my mouth
You are such a gentle Soul
Hello,You Whisper in my ear
I wish we were on a Desert Island
Where no one else could go
Just the two of us together
Touching each other slow
I know i can't be with you at the moment
You are far away form me now
Accross the sunny Ocean
Amoung the Mountains High
I will never say Goodbye
Because i will only Cry
You are such a sentitive man
God could only Give you that
Hello,You Whisper in my ear
Come to me Darling
Hold my hand like that
I Love your warm Touch
Your Pale Face against my Chest
Wrap yourself around me
So i can feel your Bodies Warmth
Now i am going to Whisper
Goodnight my Friend,Goodnight.

Distance won´t keep us apart...
Turn on that weird radio station!
i will be there with my art
Fulfilling you with inspiration
i will sing an unknown song
Waiting for your lovely ears
Maybe in Hong Kong
Countless years...
i have a southern heart
Full of imagination
Trying to restart...
Any happy situation
Please be more kind!
Consider my daily battle scar
i will enlighten your mind
Because i am a bright southern star

The game of life
Everyone is playing it
I'm going backwards
While everyone goes forward

Everyone is graduating
I'm just starting
Look at the marriages
I'm just graduating

Look at their cute little kids
I just got my first divorce
They just bought their house
I just got my first youngster

I can't play the game of love
Nor the game of life
It's all going by
I wish it wouldn't fly

Their life is perfect
I'm on my second marriage
Starting over
I need a redo

Big bad job
I just started
Big new home
Third marriage
I'm a little whore

Can't play the game of love
Nor the game of life
It's all going by
I wish it wouldn't fly

tattoo of a dove tells of true love,
one of a dagger bellows the hurt endured,
two of spades a gamblers life,
three blind monkeys tell of three dumb signs,
four of spades tells of great good luck,
a pot of gold shall reveal a green irish man ,
tattoo me up tattoo me up a story shall be told,
fading will tell the story of old and color shows us all the new hype,
bart or donald marked shows that a bad boy doth exist,
punky brewster or matilda on the wrist a sign a bad girl doth exist,
from cartoons to fish to the man on the moon these tattoos take their place as each and every one doth use some space,
when asked watch their face a smile can be seen from space as the
picture is a book a story to be told for good.

I used to be a writer; a little poetry by hand. A poet without the glitter; no audiance did i command. My messages were solely mine; a cummulation of my thoughts. Here and there little lines, and whatever comfort it brought. I was not the shakespear; i am who i am. These my writings, i shared, hoping if "one" would understand. Then my time was past; i wrote poems no more. Not even good poets last, muchless me, this simple bore. Yet you can make me great, reading my work through and through. Do so for this poet's sake; one who is infamous as you. Become a well known critic-: debate my work and its value. With comments from good to derelict; such helps my work shine-through. I am not the immortal; my body dead and gone. Make my work-:a living portal and byfaith a legend lives:- on!

the rig sails on
the captain at the wheel
steel billowed crosswinds
and Willie's gruff twang

come back...maybe not flip-flop
rigs riggin' is sailin', movin'
waving goodbye to yesterday
I'm a stowaway into today

ahead is clear horizon
aft is crewed distant past
the ropes taut, creaking
and diseal's low rumble below

port is where we're headed
starboard is starry shafts
stern relentlessly unappeasable
riding the waves bowed

someday I'll tighten up
swigging the anchor line
laying roots off of route one
but at present, rig's tackin'

we're decked out directly
hauling freight, liners for
what in life we're lackin'
so, harden up to the wind

crestin' hill, descendin' trough
this rollercoaster ride of life
keeps sailin' on to skyline
just the mate 'n' the captain

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-20