Newest Work Poems (218)

When i was just 6 my mum asked of me,
when you are older what will you be?
I went and i played and i gave it some thought,
A doctor or a lawyer, even an astronaught?

As I got older it came to pass,
I would stick in at school
and do well in class,
I got good grades and kept my nose clean,
"Its doesnt matter where im going, I know where ive been"

After high school,
I got my degree,
My parents face,
thier so proud of me,
I took a deep breath and told them my thoughts,
"Mum, dad, ive decided, im gonna be cop"

They smiled and said
"Thats a wise choice son,
you can do this job better than anyone"

Life was good,
I had everything you see,
A new born baby and a wife to be.

One day at work I was breaching a house,
I snuck up to the door quiet as a mouse,
"Police! get your hands up!"
As i ran through the door
BANG, i found myself laying on the floor.

In my thoughts i reflected,
on all that had passed,
doing well in school,
aceing each class,

making my parents proud and living my life,
My gorgeous little girl and my darling wife,

This all didnt matter it had to be said,
When I grow up I dont want to be dead.

luxuriating on the bright lit screen
see what write was wrought upon
for us to ponder points of plenty
words of wisdom from worlds beyond

all those thoughts from savage minds
enlightened visionaries, weird lines
of love and death and more love
to grip around my waist or throat

feel words breathing hard, panting
as they crawl up the leg, imploring
and incessantly slip into outer ear
to shout into tunneled mind

you feel my pain, depression, it says
as i walk into battle or cold river
drowning in human feelings too heavy
to flight the air of day's hope

did the dogs write the words down
and chimps peck at the typewriters
while parrots chirp cawed letters
telling the history of being human

no, it was the humanity in each of us
that took the time to scratch and peck
the farmyard of life, rich-scented
with desire to explain ourselves, us

indebted, we begrudgingly acknowledge
we couldn't have said it any better
though most cases can't be said at all
yet writers write and singers sing

always efforted, affronted, afflicted
with the need to explain what it is
to explain how we got here as if we
weren't even riding the same road

thumbs out, thumbs up! well done
you chronicler of timelined humanity
read your thoughts now to me aloud
sing your songs of woe and praise

© agoodguy2have 2010-12-17

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
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as yet undefined

waiting for the function
and the pencil to draw.

granny is sitting in her old rocking chair
the coal fire simmering bright ,puffs of smoke rising up the chimmney
granny sits in her rocking chair
in her granny slippers warming her self by the coal fires light

dark is the room the silences the cold dampness of the chill from the world out side
the black and white tv switched on with its lighted screen white and hissing to be played again

the old cukoo clock on the wall chimes
the passing hours on the hour every hour
breaking the silence all around
granny sits in the darkness rocking to and throw in her favorite
chair

sitting silent not knowing who is there
the poorly dim lite room its darkend old fashiond wall paper falling the decay lying around what a pitfull site to be hold ,the knocking on the windows from outside children playing knock knock
oh what a nouisence they are

granny iqnores them hoping they will go away
thinking of her childhood her youth snathced away, her youth gone for ever,just taken away ,locked in her old age only with
her memories locked inside her mind so no one can see
for shes the only one with the key

Catch your breath
Open up and swallow air
The waves of the future
are fast approaching.
Kicking against the current
stretch arm over arm
swim, else drown
in the salt of tears,
the bittersweet pill of survival
clutched in our hands.

Laughter rings from within
conference-room walls
knowing the shoals
of year’s end closing
were safely navigated
sails slightly tattered
billowing in winter’s breeze.
Yet, frigid winds blow
outside our doors
waiting to ice spring plans.

Made instruments of our own demise,
then it will be the hemlock
that comes to our lips.

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The Painter

With a special eye, he picks up the the view
Deftly gathering each colour and Hue
Seeing his subject in a whole new light
He picks up a canvas, his face glowing bright

He sets up his easel, in just the right place
Affixing the canvas, with ease and grace
His palette close by, his brushes all clean
His mind capturing the subject, which is soon to be seen

His brush strokes can be light
Yet at times needed, are bold
Lovingly between his fingers
his beloved paintbrush he holds

His eyes darting back and forth
Keeping his subject in full sight
Capturing each minute detail
As the picture springs into life

All time and space stand still for him
He is driven like the wind,
Concentration upon his brow
For his painting is not a whim

To create a natural beauty
The texture, the tones of colour
As he finishes his masterpiece
His heart, could not be fuller!

shredded note
shredded chord
shredded strings
the guitar lord

shredded fret
shredded finger
shredded blues
high note linger

guitar wails
drums pound on
horns blasting
a brassy song

sweatin' lights
a Hammond whirl
melodic flights
the winds unfurl

base vibes low
threshold near
feel wave now
audible to ear

shredded tune
shredded times
soulful blue moon
the bloody lines

the decibels wall
a loud surround
singer above all
a wailing sound

keys hammered
piano harps on
audience clamors
to sway til dawn

a lasting noise
'til reach the end
loud cheers of joy
band starts again

© agoodguy2have 2010-10-19

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He sits at his blank canvas pondering what to paint
Brushes ready he ponders what to paint
will it be a land scape today pondering he thinks
resting his head on his knee he thinks

he looks at the views all around deciding on his view today
a nice water view he desides to do today
boats floating up and down on the water
the calmness of the gentle floating water seagulls flying over head

the gentle sea breeze the coldness of the day
he warms his hands to take away the chill
with brushes in hands,he paints away

his background color white of course
he covers his canvass in no time at all
ready to start he draws his figures he moulds his scene like the paccso he his, gentley sketching his figures come to life boats there
figures there, seagulls of course floating in the air

his talent has no bounds a paccaso he is
now with brushes in hand he slowly lovingly glides his brushes like a work of art painting many colors on his work of art
slowly he builds up his picture brightly lite colors

his picture opens wide to let spectators view inside his work of art
now open to view
now finished and open to view
they come and stir and glare at his art some smile some people laugh
they stare containtly for major detail all looking at his art

with a beaming smile and pride, he joins them and smiles looking at his art

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 in the dirt
...knees on the ground
eyes to the sky kinda guy
I'm not sure if I've ever been happier...maybe
but I'm happy...now
and I feel really good
although...the end of my season is fast approaching
and the motto at work nowadays is:
'do more with less'
less time
less help
fewer supplies
but more work...
I've accepted the demands thrust upon me
and I'm striving and am surprisingly successful
...for now
I can be really strong
I'm pleased with that
with little leeway provided
we all choose how we will deal with adversity
I've chosen to fight
but not with unrealistic demands
I'm fighting to succeed
in spite of of the seemingly insurmountable hurdles set before me
I'm not positive that I can necessarily sustain
but, I'm also not afraid
in fact..it is with a bit of relish
that I face each new day
every challenge
I am actually surprised!
at how well I am doing
it makes me feel like a man
this means: not shirking duty
to face it straight-on
to do the best I can...no whether if anyone else realizes
my struggle....or not
that doesn't matter, for it's just me now
at my job, anyway
however, there is a source of great energy
great joy
ever awaiting me at home
my inspiration, my love, my life
...my family!
I am so lucky