Most Commented Work Poems (218)

The poet cries
Fly words fly!
From the paper on which they are wrote.
And into the hearts of
All who read.
May they be touch with
Smiles and frowns.
Laughter and crying.
The past, present and future.
The poet cries
Fly words fly!


Copyright 2011 John Yona

Good morning, as you rise and shine
Another day in life is here
The hour has come to redefine
Your journey ‘cross the wild frontier
Beneath a sky, in cobalt hue
You’ll stroll along your merry route
While I hope all the best for you
As you continue your pursuit.



Good morning, as the moonlight fades
And you begin your daily chores
The dawn is bright; open the shades
Then, dream until each wish is yours
Throughout the day, you’ll move in stride
As I hold your heart in each prayer
Every time that you look outside
You’ll know that I am waiting there.



Good morning, as you greet the world
Once more, your life begins anew
A fresh beginning has unfurled
And brought your goals within your view
While you seek to embrace your dreams
I’ll wish you well, ‘til day is done
I’ll keep you safe, beneath my beams
Have a great day! Regards, the sun.

ah the toes found the sheet's, heads still countin sheep, R E M......... ha just a peep. . . . started 12:01 that I know, tossing an turning, shit seem's tonight sall I know . . . . ah that's better now, dreams comin in oh alarm did i set it oh not again . . . . whose dogs barkin anyway, wish i could sleep, wish i could stay!

Verse I

Was doin' good, my eagle flyin' high,
Yeah, doin' good, my eagle flew so high,
Then all at once that well it just ran dry.


Chorus

Can't find no work now, don't know what to do,
There ain't no work, what am I s'posed to do?
Just one more fool to sing these jobless blues.


Verse II

My unemployment lasted for a while,
Yeah, unemployment saved me for a while,
Now it's all gone an' bills are pilin' high.


Verse III

Not on the street but guess it won't be long,
Not homeless yet but can't be very long,
Til landlord say it's time for movin on.


Verse IV

Worked all my life, ain't never been this way,
I've worked so hard, how could it be this way?
With nothin' left to keep the wolves at bay.

I have been alone all my life.
But have never felt lonely till now.
I feel fear of what I do not know?
The air is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
I am supposed to be strong.
A leader.
I know what I have been groomed to be.
But after this long.
I cannot help but to wonder what is to become of me.
I am not the youth I once was. I am the woman you see.
In a job position made for the young.
Where youth is all one expects to see.
To be thought of as old when I feel so young.
Hurts like being stung.
I cannot change what I feel is to come.
But the fear I feel makes me want to run.
To where I do not know.
It is sad when you reach the end.
And nowhere to go.

Proceeded by peril
Are American Dreams
Realities fleeting
Repeating daily routines
Todays truth's are stone washed
Like a brand named pair of jeans
True Blues hard to find
In a world run by green

Awakening at the break of dawn
Breathe in and taste the early morn
Coming to terms with what lies ahead
Desperately wanting to stay in bed
Enjoying that coffee the rich full roast
Forgetting to check and burning the toast
Getting in the shower, feeling the soothe
Having a shave until your chin is all smooth
Into your clothes so fresh do they feel
Jacket zipped up to keep out the chill
Kicking through leaves whilst walking to work
Living close by is one major perk
Making your way through the firms parking lot
Needing a coffee that you pour from the pot
Opening E-mails and checking the mail
Phoning a client trying to make a sell
Quickly finishing up it’s time you were gone
Reaching your home put the heating on
Shower again then cooking a meal
Tasty nutritious now you’ve had your fill
Unwinding your tension and wanting to slouch
Vacating the kitchen to lie on the couch
Watching TV and you’re starting to yawn
X-rated movie it’s only soft porn
Yawning and stretching as you get into bed
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

the digital pickpocket, digits in hand
will steal your bits, one at a time
cunning and sly, in a manner offhand
more subtle than mere common crime

brush with you in that bustling crowd
the beautiful camouflage of my web
Artfully, my intents so skillfully i shroud
opportunity, like water does flow and ebb

i wait at the end of silken line woven
with scarcely a move of perceptible note
for the mark of you, so carefully chosen
but once i strike that's all she wrote

you're mine now, to play as i please
and watch you as you wriggle in vain
from your credit card i tightly squeeze
every ounce of money i can easily gain

take into account and remove on the sly
is today how The Parish Boy's Progress
with Fagin at the back to watch and spy
the pickin's too easy to not transgress

© agoodguy2have 2011-03-09

The temper of the sea controls his life
His relationship with it is just like a wife
It nurtures an soothes when it needs to be
Or angry an wild to descend on thee

Early he rises before the dawn
To confirm his fate before the morn
The stars are out,the wind is low
He's well prepared its time to go

He eases his boat into the black tea
The ripples reflect the calm of thee
The engines they start with accepted ease
His jacket on so not to freeze

His light bounces off beacons to see
His mind is set in the direction to be
He sets his dash to operation mode
An skippers his boat along the wet road

Using the channel as his watery path
The ocean an swells he meets at last
Splinters of orange pierce the sky
For beyond the horizon the sun does lie

He charts his coarse to hunting ground
As the sun emerges from its worldly round
A smile appears on his face
This is the wife that wears the lace

He spends all day chasing his catch
The ultimate aim to fill his hatch
The suns intensity always rising
Utmost respect is not surprising

Tides they move an winds they change
All apart of the fishermans game
Its time to head in an prepare his catch
Ready himself for the next batch

Although his journey is mostly the same
His love for the ocean is no pain
The individual beauty that he sees everyday
Illuminates his life in every possible way

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