Most Commented Work Poems (218)

Here reading some of your precious poems,
However most are missing the rhyming prose!
Rhyming is the challenge to a poem indeed,
Yet parallel words have to rhyme and accede.

I can take your poems and use each and every word,
Sure I can rewrite your poems with a rhyming bond.
Take your time and rhyme your wonderful thought,
Give essence to your poetry and a comfort fraught.

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!

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.

The alarm clock crowed its monstrous notes as I struggled to find it’s camouflaged position.
Like a cap in the wind it tumbled further away in the blankets as I tried furiously to reach..
A clunk on the floor advised me it was wounded as it turned into a tweet half accomplishing my mission.
Stumbling thru my bedroom doorway I peeked thru cloudy eyes and cursed thru mumbled speech.
Why didn’t I take that veterinarian course-oh yeh! very long and costly and too darn demanding.
Will have to shave and shower, comb my teeth and brush my hair?….and try and find my keys.
This routine for company, corporation and state often seems obscene and never ending
I will be like a walking Zombie until I reach the brown box in the line and say large double double Plezzzz….

I like to slack off
I really do
I brownnose the boss
And compliment him too
My coworker are so jealous
Of all the work I don't do
They don't know the game like I do
Cause I'm going to the bathroom
And I'm gonna sit on my throne
Going to the bathroom and I'm gonna slack off
Going to the bathroom and read the newspaper
Going to the bathroom I love
Morale is low and I know why
Cause I'm always in the bathroom
They have to do their work and mine
I don't care cause I make the most pay
It's not how hard you work but who the boss likes
That's why I'm going to the bathroom
And I'm gonna sit on my throne
Going to the bathroom and I'm gonna slack off
Going to the bathroom and read the newspaper
Going to the bathroom I love
That's right
I'm going to the bathroom I love

The carpenter went out into the woods
he was looking for a very special tree
not quite sure what he wanted he wandered
checking out various types shaking his head

deeper and deeper until in a sunny clearing
he saw just the one this would make the frame
chopping it down then into different lengths
he carted it back piece by piece to the valley

a sturdy log cabin with handcrafted furniture
only a master carpenter can achieve this detail
each sculptured piece was placed by his hand
making a thing of beauty that blended in well

from far and wide they came to buy his furniture
each intricate piece carved to fit and enhance
a happy man this carpenter living contentedly
in the woods doing what he loved best of all

'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.

been thinking of you
all day
my beautiful angel
you are the most
amazing woman
i am totally
bowled over by you

dreaming of spending
my life with you
was talking
to my mum and dad
today they said
i look a lot happier
just had to smile
you have made me
the happiest
man alive

you touch this
heart deeply into
the soul
in so many ways
just wish that i
could find
the words
to tell you

looking into
the stars tonight
thinking into myself
wishing i was sharing
lying under
the sky
with you

holding your hands
sweet love
smiling as one
a star shines
brightly in
these eyes
is you baby
the most beautiful
woman in my eyes
amazing you

Sounds of a great mountain roar
trembling echoes
a shaking voice,
flooding down the face
a river of tears
inside each drop
treasured sparkling crystals
pearl jewels weep.

Brings new life
honey as joy sweetly blushing
desires your beauty ,
Crowned queen of the flies bouquet colors,
a butterfly dances floats upon a sun lighting rays,
touching inside with warm wings
sweeping an angel.

Sweet gently skipping desire
hot pulse beats star lighting passion
glows behind the jewels,
baby you shine beautifully bright
when the thunder roars
beast of reality natures lion.

Loves arrow strikes
deeply blushing red
under a pink moon ,
sweetly embracing together
kissing forever spirit of the night
sparkling always uniting under your love,
when our dream becomes true
into eternity hand in hand
one masterpiece
walking to paradise
adoring the picture within you.

I'm back at that job again
The one I had from May 13, 2007
To December 18, 2008
It still scares the hell out of me
I worked in one area for Monday and Tuesday
I was put in a less scary area for Wednsday thru Saturday
The job is confusing
I can't figure it out
I worked it before
Spent one year and two months
I'm no further ahead than I was then
I go there feeling like a schmuck
Because I am in desperate need of some bucks
Can't get that fear out of my soul
Feels like my mind's in a blender and my heart has a hole
Why didn't I tough it out when I was a teacher
The place reeks of death and I can't shake that doomed feeling
I at least get off at 3:30 P.M.
For now at least
I know I should be appreciative that I at least have a job
And I do appreciate that I have money coming back again
I just wish I wasn't working for a buck less an hour
Than I did in 2007