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When I grow up
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.
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.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
I have no idea why I wrote this, I used to be a cop, Im not anymore.I guess this is a poem for all the men and women of law enforcement across the globe that put thier life on the line each day to save others.
The Fisherman
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
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
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
for my mate PT.........
The Hill Farmer
When the black sky turns a brilliant blue
Reflecting on old glass in my windows
Set before the golden sunrise hues
Hear the rising notes of barnyard swallows
When the fresh smell of wet spring dew
Sweetens in the morning meadows
See how all the flowers bloom anew
Around my home in a mountain hollow
Know my deepest thoughts drift to you
And to our weekend dance that follows
After all the hard week in fields ensues
That starts where the hedgerow’s narrow
It’s such a prize living a hill farm virtue
Pulling stones from soil so shallow
But there’s none finer a place with a view
Smoothing good earth with my trusty harrow
Reflecting on old glass in my windows
Set before the golden sunrise hues
Hear the rising notes of barnyard swallows
When the fresh smell of wet spring dew
Sweetens in the morning meadows
See how all the flowers bloom anew
Around my home in a mountain hollow
Know my deepest thoughts drift to you
And to our weekend dance that follows
After all the hard week in fields ensues
That starts where the hedgerow’s narrow
It’s such a prize living a hill farm virtue
Pulling stones from soil so shallow
But there’s none finer a place with a view
Smoothing good earth with my trusty harrow
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Tranquility and nature surround me.
our art
lay down your art
a riff, a stroke, a line
cook up another
meal, an idea, a deal
what we do is who we are
the vision that we see
direct the traffic
design a sign graphic
a brush to a pallet
tap chisel with mallet
read a star chart
it's all our art
drive that big combine
survey rod to align
sing an off Broadway show
read news on the radio
sweep it all apart
it's all our art
in oven cook a hen
behind pulpit say Amen
wipe a window clear
ride upon a steer
teach kids to be smart
it's all our art
dry clean those suits
polish those boots
pound that nail gun
clown around have fun
hawk hot dogs from a cart
it's all our art
build cars on the line
dig coal down in a mine
fly a jet across a nation
make something your creation
stethoscope the heart
it's all our art
function follows form
and art is the norm
not really soul deep
but how we make our keep
the worth we give to others
that's our part, our art
© agoodguy2have 2010-04-14
a riff, a stroke, a line
cook up another
meal, an idea, a deal
what we do is who we are
the vision that we see
direct the traffic
design a sign graphic
a brush to a pallet
tap chisel with mallet
read a star chart
it's all our art
drive that big combine
survey rod to align
sing an off Broadway show
read news on the radio
sweep it all apart
it's all our art
in oven cook a hen
behind pulpit say Amen
wipe a window clear
ride upon a steer
teach kids to be smart
it's all our art
dry clean those suits
polish those boots
pound that nail gun
clown around have fun
hawk hot dogs from a cart
it's all our art
build cars on the line
dig coal down in a mine
fly a jet across a nation
make something your creation
stethoscope the heart
it's all our art
function follows form
and art is the norm
not really soul deep
but how we make our keep
the worth we give to others
that's our part, our art
© agoodguy2have 2010-04-14
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
ok...uh...it's maybe not "my art" but it's what i do when i'm not earnin' my keep.
Pink Vest Job
The dance floor was empty until the pink vest crew walked on
We danced to everything no matter what song
We danced with the cool guys
Watch where their hands go! (A word from the wise)
We danced with the guys who came alone
And we danced with the girls who took pictures with us with their phones
Keeping the dance floor alive was our job and we did it so well
We dragged everyone from off the walls and got them dancing to the DJ
We handed out flyers at the front persuading guys and girls to come in all night and day
As the night closed we had a dancing competition on stage
I never felt so happy
But this job comes with a lot of controversy
Bad opinions and negative views
I made £400 in one night
Doing things I’d usually do for free
Drinking a few and dancing with every lonely guy I see
Maybe the job is bad and the money has me in denial
But for my first time being a Pink vest girl it was definitely worthwhile.
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We danced to everything no matter what song
We danced with the cool guys
Watch where their hands go! (A word from the wise)
We danced with the guys who came alone
And we danced with the girls who took pictures with us with their phones
Keeping the dance floor alive was our job and we did it so well
We dragged everyone from off the walls and got them dancing to the DJ
We handed out flyers at the front persuading guys and girls to come in all night and day
As the night closed we had a dancing competition on stage
I never felt so happy
But this job comes with a lot of controversy
Bad opinions and negative views
I made £400 in one night
Doing things I’d usually do for free
Drinking a few and dancing with every lonely guy I see
Maybe the job is bad and the money has me in denial
But for my first time being a Pink vest girl it was definitely worthwhile.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
Heya went out with the girls on a new job called Pink Vest job which are a bunch of girls who hand out flyers and dance with people inside the club and this job pays well i got £400 in one night O.O which to me is pretty good. i put a pic :) of myself >.< wearing the pink vest i think its quick easy money others think its vain an disgusting what do you think? O.o umm all i did for 400 is dance, drink, and hand out flyers from 5-3am but yeah i put the picture to show im fully dressed the bottoms are up to you but have to be white.
"Southern Star"
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
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
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Posted: Jun 2011
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A Truckers Plea
Seven hundred miles drove all night
4am can't see the stars covered by clouds
6am must be their with two hours to spare
lay down close my eyes, knock on my door
hear a voice
driver open your doors
slide your tandems
take dock 76
lay back down close my eyes
knock on my door hear a voice
driver your wanted inside
you got a mess spilt your load
re-stack it sweep the glass
smell of pickles filled the air
five hours later twenty six broken jars
fifty two cases smashed
Now I'm in a pickle
no sleep weary eyes
was cruisen down a highway at 65
traffic slowed came to a stop
everybody's going home
I have 700 miles to drive
3 hours in traffic put me behind
can't take a break
must be their at 6am or get a fine
traffic is moving breaking free
takes a while get to 65
It's a beautiful day I should be okay
out of nowhere car changes lanes
cuts in front of me
hits their brakes
for an exit they must take
I can't stop with 40 tons
look in mirrors the coast is clear
swerve my truck to miss his butt
with that load of pickles
don't cut us off give us room
now it's 11am waiting for a new load
with no sleep and weary eyes.
4am can't see the stars covered by clouds
6am must be their with two hours to spare
lay down close my eyes, knock on my door
hear a voice
driver open your doors
slide your tandems
take dock 76
lay back down close my eyes
knock on my door hear a voice
driver your wanted inside
you got a mess spilt your load
re-stack it sweep the glass
smell of pickles filled the air
five hours later twenty six broken jars
fifty two cases smashed
Now I'm in a pickle
no sleep weary eyes
was cruisen down a highway at 65
traffic slowed came to a stop
everybody's going home
I have 700 miles to drive
3 hours in traffic put me behind
can't take a break
must be their at 6am or get a fine
traffic is moving breaking free
takes a while get to 65
It's a beautiful day I should be okay
out of nowhere car changes lanes
cuts in front of me
hits their brakes
for an exit they must take
I can't stop with 40 tons
look in mirrors the coast is clear
swerve my truck to miss his butt
with that load of pickles
don't cut us off give us room
now it's 11am waiting for a new load
with no sleep and weary eyes.
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
this happens often please for your safety give us room take your time you will get there alive. remember were bringing the food and everything else you purchase at the stores to the stores.
loves glory
dreaming in the clouds
a stag of elegance
one gracing royal beauty
an emblem draws peace
inside the heart
your eyes
dazzling smiles
travels inside
to a whole new world
leading me into
the promised land
with a sprinkling
of sweet smelling
rose petals
sending one piece
the foundations stone
to begin building
our palace on feelings
dream embracing beauty
soft velvet
satin touching emotions
caressing within
the crowning glory
enchanting sings
heaven's purest angel
the one of love
each heartbeat
steams this ship
sailing with you
closer into
the sun setting
paradise kisses you
in a spin
of daisies
one chain darling
draped around
your neck
i believe
in you love
as the sun
sets beautiful
inside honey
golden happy
a stag of elegance
one gracing royal beauty
an emblem draws peace
inside the heart
your eyes
dazzling smiles
travels inside
to a whole new world
leading me into
the promised land
with a sprinkling
of sweet smelling
rose petals
sending one piece
the foundations stone
to begin building
our palace on feelings
dream embracing beauty
soft velvet
satin touching emotions
caressing within
the crowning glory
enchanting sings
heaven's purest angel
the one of love
each heartbeat
steams this ship
sailing with you
closer into
the sun setting
paradise kisses you
in a spin
of daisies
one chain darling
draped around
your neck
i believe
in you love
as the sun
sets beautiful
inside honey
golden happy
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Posted: Mar 2014
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Blocked
Here I am looking at this paper and holding a pen,
trying to think of something to write about again.
But every time I try, I just come up blank,
As if there is nothing life in my think tank.
I use to be good at this, this writing thing,
it use to be I could write about anything.
Now I can barely scribble out a couple lines,
and think about how this is all just a wast of time.
Even now I staring at the clock,
only because I can't think of an original thought.
So I look at the tv and what do I see,
just my reflection looking back at me.
So maybe it's time to give up on this writing thing,
even though I love it more then anything.
Or maybe I'll sit and stare at the clock,
wishing I could get out of this writers block.
trying to think of something to write about again.
But every time I try, I just come up blank,
As if there is nothing life in my think tank.
I use to be good at this, this writing thing,
it use to be I could write about anything.
Now I can barely scribble out a couple lines,
and think about how this is all just a wast of time.
Even now I staring at the clock,
only because I can't think of an original thought.
So I look at the tv and what do I see,
just my reflection looking back at me.
So maybe it's time to give up on this writing thing,
even though I love it more then anything.
Or maybe I'll sit and stare at the clock,
wishing I could get out of this writers block.
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
I was really bored and having writs block when I wrote this.unraveling dream
unfolding tonight
under a full moon
howling one
lonely wolf
sailing thoughts
howl out
from the mind
lonely unable
to sleep
restless hurt
pains deep inside
thinking in falling
raindrop pearls
of deep love
touching from
clouds softly
in a silver lining
then to feel
holding space
in this time
the gravity pull
what happens
the internet connection
goes down
for half an hour
a fierce tugging
in my earth moved
as her lunar
face circled
full overhead
feeling that
cosmic connection
looking upon
a key
i hold dearly
within these hands
held kissing
laced in ribbons
with the heart
beating red passion
from the center
flickering flutters inside
of desire burning
scorching down
crowning jewels
ruby red rose
on moist salted lips
burns a flame
candle lighting feelings
yearning kissing
sparkle beautiful thoughts
opens the heart
up wide
in wonderment
holding this
amazing dream woman
one look seals
my souls deal
fate our destiny
glee embracing
forever more
always with
the deepest love
my dream
is you
under a full moon
howling one
lonely wolf
sailing thoughts
howl out
from the mind
lonely unable
to sleep
restless hurt
pains deep inside
thinking in falling
raindrop pearls
of deep love
touching from
clouds softly
in a silver lining
then to feel
holding space
in this time
the gravity pull
what happens
the internet connection
goes down
for half an hour
a fierce tugging
in my earth moved
as her lunar
face circled
full overhead
feeling that
cosmic connection
looking upon
a key
i hold dearly
within these hands
held kissing
laced in ribbons
with the heart
beating red passion
from the center
flickering flutters inside
of desire burning
scorching down
crowning jewels
ruby red rose
on moist salted lips
burns a flame
candle lighting feelings
yearning kissing
sparkle beautiful thoughts
opens the heart
up wide
in wonderment
holding this
amazing dream woman
one look seals
my souls deal
fate our destiny
glee embracing
forever more
always with
the deepest love
my dream
is you
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2014
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