You like poems
I'll give you one
or maybe 6
You said you want them
No you won't get them
Not from me
It is not the way to feel free
Back to the poem
I know you will read
I can handle any bump
In the road that leads
Not only that go and figure
Your humps and lumps
Do not make me configure
When the soul leaves the conscience
and leaves me to linger
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
I think I stole this one from sombody.
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We”ve all heard the old adage “ you don’t succeed. Try, Try, again.
“ unfortunately, that phrase leaves quite a bit out for many of us in today’s day and age. What if don’t try to begin with? What if we’re so afraid of failure that we convince ourselves that trying at all is a
failure, and falilure we’re not willing to cope with? What if we are so accustomed to thinking we cannot possibly succeed that we are
So acccustoumed to thinking we cannot possibly succeed that
We look to everyone, everywhere for help we don’t actually need we look to everyone, everywhere for we don’t actually need in the first place? So many of us (and I am guilty of this to) believe in the order to accomplish something, we have to find someone who better at it than we are-someone smarter, wiser, more elo-Quentin,
funnier, stronger, whatever-er. What a tragedy, this Asking for help
Is one of the most important lessons we learn as we age knowing when we are at the limts of ourselves, be it knowledge, skill, or understanding. However, knowing when not to ask for help is one
of the most important lessons we learn as we age, knowing when
we are for help skill, or understanding,However knowing when not
is a talent that carries just as much weight. We learn through, fail-
ures, some large, some small, and they shape us into the people we become. Without these unfortunate, vital, valleys in our lives become.we can never truly reach the peaks that can follow, without learning from our own mistakes, painfully acquired along
the route of attempt, we cannot learn where we went where went wrong, we let slip though our fingers, how to improve. We are handcuffed fear of failure, stuck motionsless and petrified, believing we require so much more than ourselves to be what we should, to try
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
Try. Try. Try try
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Where, did my fingers go
Seemed they left, some time
Some, long time a-go.
Keyboard was ready
My mind knew it too
The pillow a writer sits on
Is near empty ink too.
The world went invert
Yet most not alert
The times have changed
Only little ears heard
While the tall ones deny
Put reality aside.
Most stuck with their hand
Hand in hand, with their phone
Umbilical cord
Don't f*ck with my zone.
Common sense out the window
Them windows are filled
Into society, streets,
Laden ill.
A red light is green while a crosswalk's
a joke.
Was the vax and the jab
Worth the scabs on your knees.
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Posted: Jul 2023
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What a phoqued up world and way too many just sit back and say nothing. Then point fingers.
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Accept is the key
Let go is the lock
Together they open doors
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Posted: Nov 2020
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online today!
Friend or foe, it shouldn't matter
Wording used..... a main factor
Explanations can, cause pain
Thoughtless words, tears as rain
Verbal or written, may give clues
If outcome, has black-edged-hue
In hindsight be wary, feelings may
Block way back, at the end of day
Holding your breath, dance out of step
Mounting emotions, cautiously met
Early relationship, commitment vague
Sudden-outburst, trust rapidly fade
Admitting to factors, may take time
Being honest, can cross personal line
Caution is way forward, careful words
In hindsight to stop progress... absurd
When lovers tiffs come rapid, at times
RED FLAGS FLY, you know the kind
Words spoken in anger, no way back
Any harsh words, will compassion lack
Do we learn, not when passion's involved
Emotional feelings, and soul can be sold
Yet walking away, until one cools down
Is not an answer, as many have found.......
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Posted: Oct 2020
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Friend...lover or foe....
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You helped me up
I knew you cared
You gave me your trust
I shouted out loud threw it away
left it between us broken
I am lost
lost
lost at that moment
Broken trust, seeds in the dirt
I don't know how to make them grow
Oh, what did I do to you
When I had all I needed
the family you gave me
Dont know how to face you
You may forgive, but I cant forgive me
I cant meet your eye
for the fear you'll see through me
as if for you I was no longer there
What if the blood cut my skin
I still feel I betrayed you
The weight of that moment
Trust I stole from you
Pains me now
like an open wound
I cant forgive myself
And I dont know what to do
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Posted: Oct 2020
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Moving
Again!
No good clinging
To love that's winging
It's way to pastures new
No use being being blue
Pack again!
Fell for his charms anew
For what?
I must be crazy
Know what?
I'm done...!
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Posted: Jan 2023
About this poem:
I went back to him again. How could I be that silly?
Finally the love I had for him is gone. Since July 2019 I've moved 20 + times! Back and forth to him.
I've learnt a lot, that's always a bonus...
At last I've come to my senses...and I've forgiven him and myself, thank God...??
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Imagine we are just a thought? What would you be?, A millonaire?, A captain at sea?,,, Anything you wanted to be, to fly to the stars?, to land on the moon?, or to be with someone you love? too soon?,,life is not wrong, or its not right, its just what it is,, no dark ,, no light, be who you are, and always be so,,no matter where you live no matter where you go!
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Posted: Dec 2021
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I walked away from you
‘Cause you thought that you knew
The needle was your best friend
We spoke about it many a time
What made it so sublime
We knew how it was going to end
Stronger than you or I
It’s power the ultimate sigh
How would you defend
Years have passed
How did you last
Did you manage to transcend
Through the haze
And worldly maize
I haven’t forgotten you my friend......
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Posted: Mar 2021
About this poem:
A very old mate I haven’t spoken to for a long time ........
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Chopin from white ivory
skills of the master player
on this deeply polished piano
and from the verandah
they all enter elegantly
women in hats
men in suits
stripes are the order
champagne quaffed
from flute glasses
and the laughter
goes up and down the hallways
as if the war had never been
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Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
thinking about the Gatsby era
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