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Fly words fly
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
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
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Posted: Dec 2011
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Eventide
Shadows lengthen as unlight fades
It used to be called,
The time of nothing to do.
Boots off and pipes lit
Small talk of work and events
The birds are quiet
The sun is large on the horizon
Absorb its rays into your eye
A panacea for all ills and regrets
for this is as good as it gets.
The night is due when all life sleeps
The world changes in the twilight
It is as though it was all for nothing
And tomorrow will be the same
But never really the same
you say
Yes, but it just seems the same
I am trapped in the machine.
It used to be called,
The time of nothing to do.
Boots off and pipes lit
Small talk of work and events
The birds are quiet
The sun is large on the horizon
Absorb its rays into your eye
A panacea for all ills and regrets
for this is as good as it gets.
The night is due when all life sleeps
The world changes in the twilight
It is as though it was all for nothing
And tomorrow will be the same
But never really the same
you say
Yes, but it just seems the same
I am trapped in the machine.
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
I weary of this hologram I have created.
Staying Power
Marriage
Requires work
Don't give up
When you feel down
Pray
Requires work
Don't give up
When you feel down
Pray
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
It comes from my interactions with my friends and relatives who are married.They give me a realistic picture of marriage.
While I Slept
The day is for work and so night is the best,
A much treasured sleep, my so beloved rest,
The comfortable folding of hands upon chest,
And here I go creeping t'wards nothingness.
Oh look, it is time for an afternoon nap,
But it should have been twenty, now hours have passed,
The comfortable laying of hands on the lap,
And here I go creeping t'wards wanting and lack.
Hardly open for buis' I prefer the closing of lids
Why work to get rich, my dreams are for this,
The comfortable laying of head upon wrist,
And here I go creeping t'wards if only, I wish!
J.S.
A much treasured sleep, my so beloved rest,
The comfortable folding of hands upon chest,
And here I go creeping t'wards nothingness.
Oh look, it is time for an afternoon nap,
But it should have been twenty, now hours have passed,
The comfortable laying of hands on the lap,
And here I go creeping t'wards wanting and lack.
Hardly open for buis' I prefer the closing of lids
Why work to get rich, my dreams are for this,
The comfortable laying of head upon wrist,
And here I go creeping t'wards if only, I wish!
J.S.
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
Someday we'll sleep forever...your life
WORK, HOME, IN MY CAR, ANY WHERE ANY TIME YOU GOT TO ENJOY LIFE AND WHAT YOU LOVE BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN IT's YOU LAST DAY TO ENJOY YOURSELF SO SMILE NOW AN ENJOY EVERY MIN OF EACH DAY because life to short not to enjoy what you love. by me
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Posted: Oct 2013
Post CommentThe End of This Chapter
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.
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.
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
Just my thoughts of what awaits at the end of my career. Nothing fancy just simple.
Slamming Doors
Business all around closing
doors shutting down.
No more sales to have no
more jobs how sad.
To many doors closing and
none opening.
The economy is supposedly
picking up, but i do not
see doors swinging wide
for more jobs for all.
Jobs galore for all to see
but the economy is no
better for you and me.
Struggling through this
world right now.
Maybe someday i will see
help wanted ads for all.
For now struggle and
strife is my life.
Lord i give this to thee
for you are the answer
i seek.
doors shutting down.
No more sales to have no
more jobs how sad.
To many doors closing and
none opening.
The economy is supposedly
picking up, but i do not
see doors swinging wide
for more jobs for all.
Jobs galore for all to see
but the economy is no
better for you and me.
Struggling through this
world right now.
Maybe someday i will see
help wanted ads for all.
For now struggle and
strife is my life.
Lord i give this to thee
for you are the answer
i seek.
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
No WorkLunch Hour
On mud-will days when malls about
All shake with trays
A shopper taps the wares
Warily ... lest someone cares
He wakes to the trill
Of a pneumatic drill
Puts on his boots
And climbs the hill
A quiet smoke
A quiet lunch
A quiet bloke
Waiting for the crunch
All shake with trays
A shopper taps the wares
Warily ... lest someone cares
He wakes to the trill
Of a pneumatic drill
Puts on his boots
And climbs the hill
A quiet smoke
A quiet lunch
A quiet bloke
Waiting for the crunch
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Posted: May 2010
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Aching Survival
by Wayne Palesado
Stress filled, overloaded, disheveled being.
Unwound into a tangled creature ached.
Stemming from the abuse given daily.
In order to function within the progression.
Stumbling in the race that dictates it's winners.
Feel the sting as your lost in the populace.
Who is unannounced for your effort.
Weary and rotting in an aging shell.
Cracks felt, yet strong casing lingers.
How long can you survive? You may ask.
Question unanswered as the alarm bell rings in the mourning hour.
Stress filled, overloaded, disheveled being.
Unwound into a tangled creature ached.
Stemming from the abuse given daily.
In order to function within the progression.
Stumbling in the race that dictates it's winners.
Feel the sting as your lost in the populace.
Who is unannounced for your effort.
Weary and rotting in an aging shell.
Cracks felt, yet strong casing lingers.
How long can you survive? You may ask.
Question unanswered as the alarm bell rings in the mourning hour.
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Posted: Aug 2018
About this poem:
The routine of daily labor of the working class.
semi-sail
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
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
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
1 come back / flip-flophttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_CB_slang
2. swigging
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nautical_terms#S
3. harden up
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nautical_terms#H
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