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life on loan
sign the parchment
of today's line
inking with blood
this promissory note
remunerated doer
significant construer
shout the hilltop
breath don't stop
can profanity emphasize
the extreme elation
principally interested
just being part of now
© agoodguy2have 2011-03-17
of today's line
inking with blood
this promissory note
remunerated doer
significant construer
shout the hilltop
breath don't stop
can profanity emphasize
the extreme elation
principally interested
just being part of now
© agoodguy2have 2011-03-17
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Posted: Mar 2011
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online today!the Old Age
I knew clearly where things were before
being older now, I'm not sure
what caused things to become so
I really do not know
folks say it's a stage
it's the last page
It is called
the old
age
being older now, I'm not sure
what caused things to become so
I really do not know
folks say it's a stage
it's the last page
It is called
the old
age
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Posted: Feb 2023
About this poem:
NonetA nonet is a nine-line poem. In the nonet form, each line contains specific, descending syllable counts. The first line contains nine syllables, the second line contains eight, and the third line contains seven, and so on. The last line of nonet poetry contains one syllable.
Under The Fridge
I should clean you more often, so i hear
From the bugs that came out from there, last year.
I should care and tidy, what others don't Got,
I should keep maintaining my fire, so it stays hot.
It should be kept spotless, and not a flaw.
Cause,Under the fridge, is what they saw
Believe me when strangers first arrive,
Their just looking for a puddle, so they can dive.
Come in scrounging for more than a key,
soon enough desperate enough, to drop to their knees,
under the fridge is where they'll Check,
make sure its shiny, not with a single spec.
people like to go around and snoop
Like-wise my dog, in the neighbors chicken coop
From the bugs that came out from there, last year.
I should care and tidy, what others don't Got,
I should keep maintaining my fire, so it stays hot.
It should be kept spotless, and not a flaw.
Cause,Under the fridge, is what they saw
Believe me when strangers first arrive,
Their just looking for a puddle, so they can dive.
Come in scrounging for more than a key,
soon enough desperate enough, to drop to their knees,
under the fridge is where they'll Check,
make sure its shiny, not with a single spec.
people like to go around and snoop
Like-wise my dog, in the neighbors chicken coop
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Posted: Oct 2018
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Keys
Clipped wings and hobbled ankles
His idea of love
Blinders and in a box
His idea of love
Why did I give him the keys?
A jogger jogs to clear the head
I have heard that said
A dancer dances and the artist paints
For the glory of the audience or for
The pleasure of expression?
Such a big world
No physical boundaries to restrict
Yet, I have become at risk
To have wings clipped and hobbled ankles
Handed the keys over in the name of love
His idea of love
Blinders and in a box
His idea of love
Why did I give him the keys?
A jogger jogs to clear the head
I have heard that said
A dancer dances and the artist paints
For the glory of the audience or for
The pleasure of expression?
Such a big world
No physical boundaries to restrict
Yet, I have become at risk
To have wings clipped and hobbled ankles
Handed the keys over in the name of love
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Posted: Jun 2017
Post Commentfor want
The old man sat
nearly motionless
pen to paper laid
head slightly bent
as the young man
stepped from nowhere
with menace in his hands
"Give me all your words,
the ones with the patina"
"ones that when rubbed, shine
brightly in our dim light."
"the ones to touch a soul,
ones that give life meaning"
"I have a family to feed,
I have children and a wife,
who look to me for sustenance."
The old man sat listening
hunched as he was by time
and said nothing for a while.
"Put your threat down...
sit here beside me and I
will show you all that
you ask for."
The young did as he was bade
and sat to the right
as the elder began to speak
"All my words and the deeds
they proclaim are here
in my hand, as they were
before I even was aware
of deeds, let alone words."
"All you threaten to do
in life is within you,
now, the riches you desire,
to be a good provider."
"The vanity of wisdom
was told well by Solomon
and always within your reach."
Lightened and repurposed,
"Thank you" the young man said
as he rose to resolutely
continue, and the elder man
bent is head slightly down
and let go his pen.
© agoodguy2have 2011-06-07
nearly motionless
pen to paper laid
head slightly bent
as the young man
stepped from nowhere
with menace in his hands
"Give me all your words,
the ones with the patina"
"ones that when rubbed, shine
brightly in our dim light."
"the ones to touch a soul,
ones that give life meaning"
"I have a family to feed,
I have children and a wife,
who look to me for sustenance."
The old man sat listening
hunched as he was by time
and said nothing for a while.
"Put your threat down...
sit here beside me and I
will show you all that
you ask for."
The young did as he was bade
and sat to the right
as the elder began to speak
"All my words and the deeds
they proclaim are here
in my hand, as they were
before I even was aware
of deeds, let alone words."
"All you threaten to do
in life is within you,
now, the riches you desire,
to be a good provider."
"The vanity of wisdom
was told well by Solomon
and always within your reach."
Lightened and repurposed,
"Thank you" the young man said
as he rose to resolutely
continue, and the elder man
bent is head slightly down
and let go his pen.
© agoodguy2have 2011-06-07
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Posted: Jun 2011
Post CommentHealthcare in America
Healthcare in America - Sept 5, 2009
Jim Magee - Poet of the "Common" Man
This Dedication Needs No Explanation!!!
Healthcare in America - is really not about you
It's about them doing as little - as they can possibly do
I broke my leg - a cast and crutches? What a joke!!
It's almost easier getting all the "Pot" you want to smoke
It's all about the numbers - don't think for a moment that it's not
"And if you can't provide us with some" - then you will be forgot
I write these poems just to help - to help the people out
It's my plan top turn a murmur - into a raging shout
It's people like me who do what we can - to try to help people like you
I try to do what my spiritual CREATOR - really wants me to do
It's all about the numbers and money -
It's got nothing to do with your health
It's all about the amount and the size - of your personal wealth
"If you can't - provide us with some - IMPORTANT INSURANCE DATA"
"Good luck to you - but sorry to say-so sad, but we'll see you later"
"We're sorry you're down - and hope you get back"
"And hope for you that it's soon"
"But as for us, we've got luggage to pack"
"And a plane to catch before noon"
GOOD LUCK TO YA!
Jim Magee - Poet of the "Common" Man
This Dedication Needs No Explanation!!!
Healthcare in America - is really not about you
It's about them doing as little - as they can possibly do
I broke my leg - a cast and crutches? What a joke!!
It's almost easier getting all the "Pot" you want to smoke
It's all about the numbers - don't think for a moment that it's not
"And if you can't provide us with some" - then you will be forgot
I write these poems just to help - to help the people out
It's my plan top turn a murmur - into a raging shout
It's people like me who do what we can - to try to help people like you
I try to do what my spiritual CREATOR - really wants me to do
It's all about the numbers and money -
It's got nothing to do with your health
It's all about the amount and the size - of your personal wealth
"If you can't - provide us with some - IMPORTANT INSURANCE DATA"
"Good luck to you - but sorry to say-so sad, but we'll see you later"
"We're sorry you're down - and hope you get back"
"And hope for you that it's soon"
"But as for us, we've got luggage to pack"
"And a plane to catch before noon"
GOOD LUCK TO YA!
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
It's just like the poem saysIn the Arms of Despair
In the arms of despair
Don’t worry shell take good care of me there
Water is running hot and coming in fast
This numbness inside of me will soon pass
Im cradled in her arms on floor
my body spewing her palette of colorless hues
The pied piper is approaching its time to pay my dues
Can you here him calling as he sings a song of forgotten sorrows
She promises me this is my deliverance for there will be no tomorrow
I pray Ill see the light from heavens gates Im sure it will not come
Ive left so much destruction in my path too much to overcome
You had a life envisioned a plan to execute to perfection
Weight that I burden myself with has lead me in a different direction
Im still alive I feel so dazed and lost does she no longer care
I search my mind I search my body for the arms of despair
Has she given up on me as everyone else has already done
Does she not know how much I adore her ,
shes defeated me she has already won
It is not I who needs safe jacket from drowning
Stop kicking that door in
I will find my way back here again and again
I know you are confused, scared and unprepared
Don’t worry Im in the arms of despairs
she always takes good care of me there.
Don’t worry shell take good care of me there
Water is running hot and coming in fast
This numbness inside of me will soon pass
Im cradled in her arms on floor
my body spewing her palette of colorless hues
The pied piper is approaching its time to pay my dues
Can you here him calling as he sings a song of forgotten sorrows
She promises me this is my deliverance for there will be no tomorrow
I pray Ill see the light from heavens gates Im sure it will not come
Ive left so much destruction in my path too much to overcome
You had a life envisioned a plan to execute to perfection
Weight that I burden myself with has lead me in a different direction
Im still alive I feel so dazed and lost does she no longer care
I search my mind I search my body for the arms of despair
Has she given up on me as everyone else has already done
Does she not know how much I adore her ,
shes defeated me she has already won
It is not I who needs safe jacket from drowning
Stop kicking that door in
I will find my way back here again and again
I know you are confused, scared and unprepared
Don’t worry Im in the arms of despairs
she always takes good care of me there.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
I witnessed a drug overdose of someone who survived, this is my way of dealing with it trying to view it from their point of view.
get well
i see you aren't feeling well,a poem for you,i have to tell,sickness is a mighty cell,divine health is like a spell,kings and warriors
even fell,to drugs and herbs that badly smell,GOD sends you an angel with a miracle in a shell,to make you smile,scream and yell,like a perfect little happy girl,in my life you always ring a bell:may you soonest,my rose:"GET WELL"!
even fell,to drugs and herbs that badly smell,GOD sends you an angel with a miracle in a shell,to make you smile,scream and yell,like a perfect little happy girl,in my life you always ring a bell:may you soonest,my rose:"GET WELL"!
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
i wrote it about a dear friend who was sick,my intention was to put a smile on her face.I Will Live
If I OBSESS about my pain....
Will it go away?
If I WALLOW in self-pity ...
Will I feel better?
If I COMPLAIN to family and friends ...
Will they better understand?
If I am ANGRY about my situation ...
Will I see reality?
If I WORRY about how to cope ...
Will I get relief?
If I am ANXIOUS about things not in my control ...
Will I be composed?
If I DREAD what the future may bring ...
Will I avoid my fears?
If I HATE what life has dealt ...
Will I be a better man?
But if I ACCEPT my weaknesses ...
All I gain is STRENGTH.
And when I realize that I'm in control ...
Only then … will things change.
Then I can LIVE
Will it go away?
If I WALLOW in self-pity ...
Will I feel better?
If I COMPLAIN to family and friends ...
Will they better understand?
If I am ANGRY about my situation ...
Will I see reality?
If I WORRY about how to cope ...
Will I get relief?
If I am ANXIOUS about things not in my control ...
Will I be composed?
If I DREAD what the future may bring ...
Will I avoid my fears?
If I HATE what life has dealt ...
Will I be a better man?
But if I ACCEPT my weaknesses ...
All I gain is STRENGTH.
And when I realize that I'm in control ...
Only then … will things change.
Then I can LIVE
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this in coping with my RSD and how it may effect and affect those who deal with this condition. Just some reflection on the thoughts that those with Chronic Pain or Conditions experience daily it trying to manage what they are going through. We all experience periods of distress during our lives and the way our thoughts and emotions control our abilities to overcome our challenges. It is when we can accept our situations and acknowledge that ultimately we are the only one in control of our reactions to these situations that we can eliminate the suffering and anguish that manifests itself in our lives. Then we can learn to LIVE, no matter what life's obstacles may present us with. ... Peace to allDenial/Soberity
Narcissistic ,unsympathetic,parasite
You can label me anything you like
I fill day with nothing but empty spaces
My reality is fabricated so foolish of you
To assume its something I would choose to face
Youre desperately searching for a rhyme or reason
As if my person attacks on myself are a crime of treason
My misery Ive created for your experience seems so subtle
I play in it like child in middle of rain puddle
Please hush there is no need to speak
Your words of logic will gain no ground
Cry yourself into complete obivilion
Truth to told your feet have never walked the path
In which I have been
My addiction my drugs course through my veins
As you keep reminding me of my impending conclusion
I know the path where I am heading
Maybe it is you who is disllusioned.
Soberity
Forgive me heavenly father for I have sinned
The self made prison that cages me is neither my foe nor my friend
The razor I use to bruise my skin
contains no metal edge or sharp design
Its the posion seeping through my veins
searching for peace I need to find
Upon my urine soaked knees I pray this to rid myself of this sorrow
Actions have no reflection of what I might face tomorrow
With each sip I feel librated almost free to just breathe
Escape from all my disappoints that have been displayed before me
Made to be a young father before my heart could mature
To understand the dependence these young souls endure
To be placed upon a pedstal I never deserved to earn
To wait patiently for guidance to fall in love to be burned
Who is the real criminal here why do I fight this war
It rages inside like duel between
my guilt and my conscience makes me insecure
How can anyone love someone so damaged so untamed
Yet tears fall from there eyes as the pray in my name
Asking I see the light that will guide me to greener pastures
I alreay know the path in which to take I just cant go any faster
My feet are made of stone stuck in this quicksand I am left drowning
No longer am I king of my kindgom I have no time for the crowning
I am more then just this body filled with liquor and pain
I am caring friend loving brother the one who always remain
I am not a judge nor jury for anyone except myself
Long ago I placed my value hidden behind the shelf
Where all the fairytales are spoken
as you kiss your children good night
In the crease of book bound leather is where my reality takes flight
How I long to be the strong knight the King of Honor poetic gentlemen
I am just insecure fool that denys it to the end
Tonight in my confession I hope you hear my message clear
Show me guidance I yearn for teach me which way to steer
I want to be the sparkling eye in my childrens life
To kiss the women I love as only my wife
To have legend left behind where drunk dont exist
Heavenly father hear my prayer this is my only wish
You can label me anything you like
I fill day with nothing but empty spaces
My reality is fabricated so foolish of you
To assume its something I would choose to face
Youre desperately searching for a rhyme or reason
As if my person attacks on myself are a crime of treason
My misery Ive created for your experience seems so subtle
I play in it like child in middle of rain puddle
Please hush there is no need to speak
Your words of logic will gain no ground
Cry yourself into complete obivilion
Truth to told your feet have never walked the path
In which I have been
My addiction my drugs course through my veins
As you keep reminding me of my impending conclusion
I know the path where I am heading
Maybe it is you who is disllusioned.
Soberity
Forgive me heavenly father for I have sinned
The self made prison that cages me is neither my foe nor my friend
The razor I use to bruise my skin
contains no metal edge or sharp design
Its the posion seeping through my veins
searching for peace I need to find
Upon my urine soaked knees I pray this to rid myself of this sorrow
Actions have no reflection of what I might face tomorrow
With each sip I feel librated almost free to just breathe
Escape from all my disappoints that have been displayed before me
Made to be a young father before my heart could mature
To understand the dependence these young souls endure
To be placed upon a pedstal I never deserved to earn
To wait patiently for guidance to fall in love to be burned
Who is the real criminal here why do I fight this war
It rages inside like duel between
my guilt and my conscience makes me insecure
How can anyone love someone so damaged so untamed
Yet tears fall from there eyes as the pray in my name
Asking I see the light that will guide me to greener pastures
I alreay know the path in which to take I just cant go any faster
My feet are made of stone stuck in this quicksand I am left drowning
No longer am I king of my kindgom I have no time for the crowning
I am more then just this body filled with liquor and pain
I am caring friend loving brother the one who always remain
I am not a judge nor jury for anyone except myself
Long ago I placed my value hidden behind the shelf
Where all the fairytales are spoken
as you kiss your children good night
In the crease of book bound leather is where my reality takes flight
How I long to be the strong knight the King of Honor poetic gentlemen
I am just insecure fool that denys it to the end
Tonight in my confession I hope you hear my message clear
Show me guidance I yearn for teach me which way to steer
I want to be the sparkling eye in my childrens life
To kiss the women I love as only my wife
To have legend left behind where drunk dont exist
Heavenly father hear my prayer this is my only wish
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
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