Hustle an bustle it's everywhere you look, feet pounding sidewalk's, tires runnin roads, a moment of silence whilst cradled in that chair, while not in that mix, through blanketed stare, peaceful it is, so sensed you feel you can touch, minds shut down no exaggerated thought, it is what it is, time soon forgot, it's gonna be mine, deserved needed space, i don't need too long, refresh the mind for a bit, fifteen minutes . . . . . yeah thats it.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
Rest the mind, if only for a bit :)
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Author: Unknown
Verse I
Woke up this mornin',
And that's always a plus.
Still up on top of,
The ashes and the dust.
No indications,
That I have woke up dead.
Guess it's okay to,
Get on up out of bed.
Chorus
It's a pretty fine day,
When I'm not feelin' too sad.
It's a pretty fine day,
When the pain is not too bad.
It's a pretty fine day,
When the wolves are all at bay.
Overall I gotta say,
That this is a pretty fine day.
Verse II
Up on my feet, yeah,
Both legs still workin' too.
Head to the kitchen,
I got coffee to brew.
Not on the street and,
There's plenty food to eat,
Just count my blessings,
I'm not yet in defeat.
Verse III
Got through the day with,
No new catastrophies.
No wants or warrants,
So I'm still runnin' free.
And if I'm sinkin',
The hole is not that deep.
No worries now as,
I drift on off to sleep.
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Posted: Jul 2010
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Hope springs eternal...
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just how much does this world weigh?
when we're standing on a mountaintop
depends on our location you'd say
different at the bottom of Mariana drop
strictly physical parametrical laws
cannot outweigh those emotional jaws
that grab us, grip us, tight in hand
and send our hearts to another land
where smiles are gone, burdened, bent
the weight beyond what Atlas can bare
a souls depressed tangential descent
even gods can't overcome that despair
melancholia bears a universal weight
everyone on the planet knows the feeling
millions of humanity do deeply relate
grief and sadness sets souls to reeling
and forces us to carry, if only awhile
the weight of the world, too many miles
yet the heavy burden can be put aside
and level horizons viewed and applied
techniques are many to betray it's gravity
toward happier days with family and friends
defeating diabolical depressions depravity
so melancholia concludes, a means to end
© agoodguy2have 2011-05-05
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Posted: May 2011
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To Backache
My curse upon your seething blight
keeping me from a restful night,
persistent as any nagging wife
the scourge of any good man’s life!
Yet my cursing I feel goes astray
as the pain persists through the day,
like Burns’s toothache had him raving
in the air my words are scathing!
If at night this ache could keep
I would get a good night’s sleep,
then awaken to a new day’s pain
to start my cursing ways again!
sonofadam
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Posted: Aug 2009
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Stick to the reliable sorts
No need for fancy labels
Or superficial exteriors
Twelve years aged in oak
Is often worth the time
And reflected in the price
This Goddam whiskey
I'm sorry I ventured to try
I got what I paid for
Better still, at least
Than cheap sherry wine
Which tastes like gasoline
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
I like to sample a bit, but I also prefer to be economical, so I commit to a fifth (750ml for you metric types!) at a time.
Great when it all goes well, but having that amount of a poor drink can really bring a fellow down. :) Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained!
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Total silence, there are no sounds
All around blackness abounds
Where am I? I do not know
As I lay here time moves so slow
I cannot move, I think I’m dead
The thought of this fills me with dread
For all eternity here I will lay
And slowly rot into decay
And then the sun brings morning again
I remember, I am trapped, here in my brain
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
There are quite a number of diseases that can leave you completely paralysed yet leave you in full control of your cognitive functions
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Okay,
This is not a poem,
but I just read this quote
and I'm wondering how you
wonderful Poets think this relates
to how 'our' minds work...?
"The more you make your thoughts into
your identity, the more cut off you
are from the spiritual dimensions within yourself...
Defining yourself through thought is limiting
yourself. When you fully accept that you
don't know, you actually enter a state of peace and clarity that is closer to who you truly are than thoughts could ever be"
Any philosophy people lurking?
Thanks for your time in advance for 'your thoughts' on this
~SAS
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Posted: May 2014
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Tear drops in the rain saying Good Bye to all of it,
yet intrigued, leaving at the drop of a heart beat,
not ever looking back but moving forward in haste,
running, stumbling, falling into your arms: I amazed!
How fast it all came to be and yet here I am...lost!?,
my mind wondering what do I miss the most,
trying to remember how life used to be back then,
but now cannot find anything in my memory's den.
Only time will tell if I be able to master the whole of it,
step by step, day by day, slowly but with a steady pace,
walking away finally from my inner past deamons pit,
embracing the light and once more to join the human race.
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Posted: Jul 2013
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Rehabilitation is never easy
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I can see she looks at me strangely
Something here is not right
My Darling wife, the love of my life
Might not be who I think she is
Yesterday I'm sure she was
The one I thought she was
But today, what can I say
I think they switched her round
She looks and talks the same
She acts and walks the same
Why hell, she even smells the same
Yet there is something in those eyes
Though the body looks just the same
I'm sure it's not my Darling
I don't know why they switched her round
There has to be a reason
For now I will play their game
I'll not let on I know it
Sometime soon they will slip up
And then I will have caught them
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Posted: Jun 2012
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The Capgras delusion theory (or Capgras syndrome) is a disorder in which a person holds a delusion that a friend, spouse, parent, or other close family member has been replaced by an identical-looking impostor.
Imagine, if you will, that one by one your friends and family– the people closest to you– are being removed and replaced with exact duplicates. Although they are identical in appearance and manner, you are certain that these people are not your loved ones. They are impostors. While most people would become deeply paranoid in such a scenario, there are some individuals who experience such things every day without fear… and just wonder, “why?” Such is the life of people stricken with Capgras’ Syndrome.
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We’ve come a long way since the “good old days”,
With advancements in science in various ways.
There’s one in plain sight for you and for me,
I’m talking about laser eye surgery.
The most common method is the one they call LASIK,
But the way it’s performed makes it seem like it’s basic.
I’ll tell you right now of some great benefits,
I would tell you them all, but the time won’t permit.
So please quiet down and listen to me,
I’ll list out the pros and the cons three by three.
You’ll no longer need a prescription for eyes,
You’ll only wear glasses when you need a disguise.
It takes almost no time for you to recover
Which leaves ample time to help out your mother!
The third one I speak of would be great for the masses,
For there’d be a lot less lost/broken glasses!
“So what are the cons” you might ask of me,
Well let’s take a look and maybe we’ll see.
You might feel discomfort for a couple of days,
Or a tad sight distortion by a bit of a haze.
Should you choose to accept this and make your decision,
Your eyes can get dry, thus affecting your vision!
And last but not least I will talk of expense,
It costs lots of money, with no recompense.
After weighing the pros and the cons you have seen,
Will you be quite averse, or shell out the green?
I wonder what all of your choices will be,
As to whether you choose laser eye surgery.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
I have a friend who is really considering laser eye surgery so I decided to write a poem about it lol. I'm an odd one, I know :P
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