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Poets ways!
Is poets corner the place to be?, to lose ourselves in our history? to complain in verse of a life gone wrong?, or sing out loud our favourite song?, let feelings out what's life about?, or whisper quietly, help someone out?, when someone writes abusefully, it's not their fault, they cannot see, allow those things to be that way, help them more, nothing more to say!
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Posted: Aug 2022
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Mixed up thoughts
Mix your thoughts
All jumbled up
Life's body grows from seed to dust
From youth to adults we gather are thoughts
Who are we why we here where we going we do not know
On are sole journey
Full of life highs and lows
We battle are thoughts
Are dreams are thoughts
On are journey are independent life
All jumbled up
Life's body grows from seed to dust
From youth to adults we gather are thoughts
Who are we why we here where we going we do not know
On are sole journey
Full of life highs and lows
We battle are thoughts
Are dreams are thoughts
On are journey are independent life
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Posted: Apr 2021
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You're no Longer There
Warm slumber surrounds me
Drifting deeper down
Wrapped in sweet memories
Of better days gone past
Please don't wake me
To cold light of day
Where loneliness attacks me
And you’re no longer there
Drifting deeper down
Wrapped in sweet memories
Of better days gone past
Please don't wake me
To cold light of day
Where loneliness attacks me
And you’re no longer there
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
Wrote this after being woken up
On Autumn Winds
Soft autumn winds gently crack some long dried grass
Bending they open from yellowed stalks seeds that outlast
Some more winds crack from open pods and blown from milkweed
Joining upwards go their tufted little silken seed
A wonderful diaspora of promised life set adrifting
Aimlessly into an ocean of air and out of sight lifting
Over so many harvested fields and woods they're tossed
Falling back somewhere stuck fast in frozen grip of frost
High above all the flying V's of countless honking geese
Becoming on the ground quite the conversation piece
Joining many species on journeys beating approaching cold
Completing another chapter in a story too old to be told
Fleeing fast away from the coming winter on a strong wing
Over thermals of rising air to a warmer clime will bring
Bending they open from yellowed stalks seeds that outlast
Some more winds crack from open pods and blown from milkweed
Joining upwards go their tufted little silken seed
A wonderful diaspora of promised life set adrifting
Aimlessly into an ocean of air and out of sight lifting
Over so many harvested fields and woods they're tossed
Falling back somewhere stuck fast in frozen grip of frost
High above all the flying V's of countless honking geese
Becoming on the ground quite the conversation piece
Joining many species on journeys beating approaching cold
Completing another chapter in a story too old to be told
Fleeing fast away from the coming winter on a strong wing
Over thermals of rising air to a warmer clime will bring
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
Features of willfull dispersion....
Misery
No mystery about me.
I’m very real.
Funny . . . I believed you were, too.
Oh, well, there I go, again, believing in people.
No . . . I won’t apologize.
I did not misbelieve, misunderstand, nor mistake you.
My dear person . . .
You misrepresented yourself.
Now . . . go find where you mislaid what
I saw in you that mislead me.
Pardon me a moment while I erase the mist in my eyes.
I’m very real.
Funny . . . I believed you were, too.
Oh, well, there I go, again, believing in people.
No . . . I won’t apologize.
I did not misbelieve, misunderstand, nor mistake you.
My dear person . . .
You misrepresented yourself.
Now . . . go find where you mislaid what
I saw in you that mislead me.
Pardon me a moment while I erase the mist in my eyes.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Online or in person, we can be fooled. We don't have to meet someone face to face to have an inside track on exactly whether or not that person is genuine. And that goes for both genders.
Rio
You are like a waterfall that bores through a granite mountain
Like a firmament full of stars over an ocean of dreams
Like a brook's ripple and a little flame extinguished by the wind
Like dancing Rio and a fountain pen
Like a child surprised by learning
You are a fount and a hope in the spring and the autumn time
Water and life, passion and loving
You are there - somewhere on the map
For Sure
Like a firmament full of stars over an ocean of dreams
Like a brook's ripple and a little flame extinguished by the wind
Like dancing Rio and a fountain pen
Like a child surprised by learning
You are a fount and a hope in the spring and the autumn time
Water and life, passion and loving
You are there - somewhere on the map
For Sure
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Originally written in Polish:)
Perishable Wreath
The time had come..
At the crossroads
we stood
Our lives poured
out like a drink
offering
Our souls thirst
for living water
Our reason spent..
burned by
futility
Standing in a
scorched desert
between time
and space
Feeble man..man
of dust
is broken..
Had he not run
the race?
Did not his
imagination soar
to the heights?
Had not the crowd
cheered him on?
Yet, all that
remains is the
breath of life
that animates
his flesh and
bones
He became.. man
of no purpose
but his own
Chasing the
shadows of a
dying world
Running for
the prize of
a worldy
glory..
of vain
deceit
Now he yearns
for the true
bread of
life
He cries out
for his
Maker
He cries out
for God
Almighty..
He is heard
and forgiven..
He has entered
Paradise
yet his body
falls in the
barren desert
because he
chased..
a perishable
wreath..
cafetwo2010
At the crossroads
we stood
Our lives poured
out like a drink
offering
Our souls thirst
for living water
Our reason spent..
burned by
futility
Standing in a
scorched desert
between time
and space
Feeble man..man
of dust
is broken..
Had he not run
the race?
Did not his
imagination soar
to the heights?
Had not the crowd
cheered him on?
Yet, all that
remains is the
breath of life
that animates
his flesh and
bones
He became.. man
of no purpose
but his own
Chasing the
shadows of a
dying world
Running for
the prize of
a worldy
glory..
of vain
deceit
Now he yearns
for the true
bread of
life
He cries out
for his
Maker
He cries out
for God
Almighty..
He is heard
and forgiven..
He has entered
Paradise
yet his body
falls in the
barren desert
because he
chased..
a perishable
wreath..
cafetwo2010
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
' Man does not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God.'the red wave isn't Republicans
they are the waves rippling in blood
i hope they crest and crash down and drown
the Democrats who continue to vote blue
ripples increase numbers
family left behind in peril
have loved ones
friends
friends of friends who hear their testimonials
ripples increase numbers
reckless and arrogant decisions made
to be a false hero on a 20th anniversary
slaughtered troops have family
family have friends
those friends have friends
bearing witness to testimonials
and the red rises
lapping at the highest in the land
ripples increase numbers
by the betrayal of lies
rising and rising
lapping at the highest in the land
those betrayed have friends
and friends of friends
and all who have heard the lies
gathering force to rise
and crest
to crash
by blood still pumping
i hope they crest and crash down and drown
the Democrats who continue to vote blue
ripples increase numbers
family left behind in peril
have loved ones
friends
friends of friends who hear their testimonials
ripples increase numbers
reckless and arrogant decisions made
to be a false hero on a 20th anniversary
slaughtered troops have family
family have friends
those friends have friends
bearing witness to testimonials
and the red rises
lapping at the highest in the land
ripples increase numbers
by the betrayal of lies
rising and rising
lapping at the highest in the land
those betrayed have friends
and friends of friends
and all who have heard the lies
gathering force to rise
and crest
to crash
by blood still pumping
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Posted: Sep 2021
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It's Christmas Time Again
Once again it is almost Christmas
The trees are being cut down
Ready for the event we all hold
So dear to us, presents are being
Displayed around the tree and
Finally the lights are being carefully
arranged so they don't tangle
and become a hazard.
Santa is getting ready
For another big year of deliveries
The children are waiting in anticipation
Hoping their hero will not disappoint
Them by leaving a piece of coal instead
Of a lovely gift they have always wanted
The reindeers are poised to depart
The North Pole as Santa says "Ho Ho Ho," let's go
The sky is clear as Santa hovers the roofs
Delivering to many children, some he could
Not do as they had no chimneys to climb down.
Santa left a pick up card from the Post Office
For the unlucky ones, when all was said and done
Santa gave a huge, "Ho Ho Ho" and disappeared
Into the night, in all Christmas is a success until next time.
Author: John Ginesi
Written: 15th December 2018
The trees are being cut down
Ready for the event we all hold
So dear to us, presents are being
Displayed around the tree and
Finally the lights are being carefully
arranged so they don't tangle
and become a hazard.
Santa is getting ready
For another big year of deliveries
The children are waiting in anticipation
Hoping their hero will not disappoint
Them by leaving a piece of coal instead
Of a lovely gift they have always wanted
The reindeers are poised to depart
The North Pole as Santa says "Ho Ho Ho," let's go
The sky is clear as Santa hovers the roofs
Delivering to many children, some he could
Not do as they had no chimneys to climb down.
Santa left a pick up card from the Post Office
For the unlucky ones, when all was said and done
Santa gave a huge, "Ho Ho Ho" and disappeared
Into the night, in all Christmas is a success until next time.
Author: John Ginesi
Written: 15th December 2018
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
This Poem Is all about Christmas and Santa's dedication to the children, I hope you all enjoy this and also I wish all poets a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year for the new year 2019
Silently to Myself
My pure verse is clean, its rhythm - song of candor,
Path of devotion leads to heart.
I'm counting "sores of being" slowly,
One at a time.
A poem is the tomb of poets
(And poets, I suppose, will understand my point).
Last night again I drained white night with vigor,
And now the moon waits patient at my door.
Path of devotion leads to heart.
I'm counting "sores of being" slowly,
One at a time.
A poem is the tomb of poets
(And poets, I suppose, will understand my point).
Last night again I drained white night with vigor,
And now the moon waits patient at my door.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
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