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Corporeal Words
What have I done
These words I’ve uttered
Come to haunt me once again
These words so corporeal
Refuse to lay down and die
Words of swearing that I used
Now chase me round and round
I’ve created words that have a body
They hit me left and right
Is there someone that can help me
So I say beware my friend
Of the words that you be creating
Lest they turn and hunt you down
And lifelong misery follows
These words I’ve uttered
Come to haunt me once again
These words so corporeal
Refuse to lay down and die
Words of swearing that I used
Now chase me round and round
I’ve created words that have a body
They hit me left and right
Is there someone that can help me
So I say beware my friend
Of the words that you be creating
Lest they turn and hunt you down
And lifelong misery follows
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
Sometimes the words you use can come back to haunt you
I am me
Though i am not the presttiest i am cute, Though im not the sexiest ill always be cute. Nor am i skinny. I am thick and learning to love it. Though i have suicidal thoughts i could never go through with it. For i have learn that i am on this Earth for a reason. Don't judge Someone inless you know some one..
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Posted: Jan 2014
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Perserverence
With no windows or doors to be seen,
I tear down the walls between.
Though there will be obstacles, never
will they keep us from being together.
I'll break these chains
with the strength I retain,
until nothing remains
to part us again.
Call me a fool.
Call me naïve.
Just don't tell me to leave.
I need to love.
I need to see
that someone cares for me.
I tear down the walls between.
Though there will be obstacles, never
will they keep us from being together.
I'll break these chains
with the strength I retain,
until nothing remains
to part us again.
Call me a fool.
Call me naïve.
Just don't tell me to leave.
I need to love.
I need to see
that someone cares for me.
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Posted: Oct 2015
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A Rose
A Rose
A rose was his heart to give
For as long as he might live,
For not another would he want;
He knew when to quit the hunt.
A red rose just like her cheeks,
Soft petals are her lips he seeks,
But once found he was then lost
And one red rose was the cost.
Through the years they lived in bliss,
Each day started with a kiss,
But then one day he'd not return,
A tragic end she did learn.
Then each year,the day they met,
Through tears she would not forget,
Proof his love for her still glows,
Upon his pillow lay one red rose.
A rose was his heart to give
For as long as he might live,
For not another would he want;
He knew when to quit the hunt.
A red rose just like her cheeks,
Soft petals are her lips he seeks,
But once found he was then lost
And one red rose was the cost.
Through the years they lived in bliss,
Each day started with a kiss,
But then one day he'd not return,
A tragic end she did learn.
Then each year,the day they met,
Through tears she would not forget,
Proof his love for her still glows,
Upon his pillow lay one red rose.
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Posted: Mar 2012
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Jigsaw of Life
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There are many pieces in the jigsaw of life
irregular shapes
smooth curves or sharp corners
beautiful colours of surprising hue
scattered pieces
some close to hand
turned around
placed gently down fall into place
a picture emerges
an image is formed
pieces go missing don't want to be found
these are important
they will leave a space
find that missing piece
search everywhere for it
complete the picture
of your jigsaw of life
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There are many pieces in the jigsaw of life
irregular shapes
smooth curves or sharp corners
beautiful colours of surprising hue
scattered pieces
some close to hand
turned around
placed gently down fall into place
a picture emerges
an image is formed
pieces go missing don't want to be found
these are important
they will leave a space
find that missing piece
search everywhere for it
complete the picture
of your jigsaw of life
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
My Father did jigsaws as a child, I always helped and pieces did go missing, often an important piece of sky, green grass or piece of the ocean. It was often found a long time after, under a chair perhaps when the jigsaw had been dismantled! I thought that this was sad because so much effort had been made to leave it incomplete.Years later I was reflecting on life and people, how things fit in and how we are all different, I felt lonely and was sub-consciously telling myself I needed to find "my missing piece" the one person that completed my jigsaw of life!
Presents
What would I want to have if there were no limits on me?
Santa would have a majic sack to give them all for free
A new porsche would be great
Along with a daily meal of steak
A round of golf anywhere on the planet each week
My own jet that would be sleek
A end to any kind of work
No more hanging out with a boss for a jerk
Skiing in Switzerland would be nice
Having my own studio where I could carve some ice
Friends to play video games with me
They would even want to go ski
A girlfriend who is nice and hot
She would be excited to get what I've got
Peace, love, and joy would be my daily feeling
Away from me hate, jealous, and fear that keeps me reeling
Lonliness would be a thing of the past
As well as perfect teeth that would last and last
The ability to eat anything without consequence
The desire to live free and take a chance
The ability to dance any dance
An endless supply of money
And a woman to wake me up by saying "I Love You Honey!"
Santa would have a majic sack to give them all for free
A new porsche would be great
Along with a daily meal of steak
A round of golf anywhere on the planet each week
My own jet that would be sleek
A end to any kind of work
No more hanging out with a boss for a jerk
Skiing in Switzerland would be nice
Having my own studio where I could carve some ice
Friends to play video games with me
They would even want to go ski
A girlfriend who is nice and hot
She would be excited to get what I've got
Peace, love, and joy would be my daily feeling
Away from me hate, jealous, and fear that keeps me reeling
Lonliness would be a thing of the past
As well as perfect teeth that would last and last
The ability to eat anything without consequence
The desire to live free and take a chance
The ability to dance any dance
An endless supply of money
And a woman to wake me up by saying "I Love You Honey!"
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
The list is endless. I got a newspaper on Thanksgiving and it weighed five pounds. Advertisements for an endless shopping list of great deals. The only thing that left me feeling empty, besides the materialism, was having people work on Thanksgiving.The Porch Swing!
The Porch Swing!
Little Girl on the family porch swing!
Swinging to & fro
With one eye on the clock of time
The other looking at her partner of the night
She had warmed a seat next to her
In the shadows where they could not be seen
John, suddenly startled her sitting,
snuggling mighty close
Her longing for him was deep inside
she felt excited for him the very most!
The wanting melted her in his arms
and they hugged as one on fire
He whispered that he loved her
Her first kiss was given then of course
His hand found her teen’s softness and she slapped him,
but she wanted more of this of course
She said don’t do that and he replied
Of all the girls ~ I want you the very most!
She said I am only thirteen and never did
this before
She was going to give into him, but then
Her mother came to the outside kitchen door ~
Rachel it’s time to come in,
you have to say goodnight to John
That night she dreamed of John
and it set her heart on fire
Later on, she had learned that he
was just a romantic liar!
She had learned lesson one
In growing up ~ from girlhood ~
To womanhood.
He had professed that he loved her
just to get what some men want
As Rachel’s life passed by
the swing would change to the back seat of a car,
a living room couch and after marriage a honeymoon hotel ~
It all started on a family porch swing ~
The Romantic Poet
JimEee
Little Girl on the family porch swing!
Swinging to & fro
With one eye on the clock of time
The other looking at her partner of the night
She had warmed a seat next to her
In the shadows where they could not be seen
John, suddenly startled her sitting,
snuggling mighty close
Her longing for him was deep inside
she felt excited for him the very most!
The wanting melted her in his arms
and they hugged as one on fire
He whispered that he loved her
Her first kiss was given then of course
His hand found her teen’s softness and she slapped him,
but she wanted more of this of course
She said don’t do that and he replied
Of all the girls ~ I want you the very most!
She said I am only thirteen and never did
this before
She was going to give into him, but then
Her mother came to the outside kitchen door ~
Rachel it’s time to come in,
you have to say goodnight to John
That night she dreamed of John
and it set her heart on fire
Later on, she had learned that he
was just a romantic liar!
She had learned lesson one
In growing up ~ from girlhood ~
To womanhood.
He had professed that he loved her
just to get what some men want
As Rachel’s life passed by
the swing would change to the back seat of a car,
a living room couch and after marriage a honeymoon hotel ~
It all started on a family porch swing ~
The Romantic Poet
JimEee
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Posted: Jun 2016
About this poem:
Do you miss the porch swing?
The earth groans..
The earth is love but
she has grown weary in her
tireless track through the
heavens
Ever spinning
Her morning face toward
the sun
Her evening contenance
turned toward the moon
Through endless night she
is hurled toward a banquet
of unreachable stars
She carries on her back a
restless humanity
A humanity who is dying for
lack of meaning and clear
destination
Turn on great one, turn on
For the spirit of life will
someday release you from an
inevitable decay
The children you've nurtured
will soon sleep in your dust
And you shall wake to a new
dawn where your precious leaves
of Autumn shall never wither~
she has grown weary in her
tireless track through the
heavens
Ever spinning
Her morning face toward
the sun
Her evening contenance
turned toward the moon
Through endless night she
is hurled toward a banquet
of unreachable stars
She carries on her back a
restless humanity
A humanity who is dying for
lack of meaning and clear
destination
Turn on great one, turn on
For the spirit of life will
someday release you from an
inevitable decay
The children you've nurtured
will soon sleep in your dust
And you shall wake to a new
dawn where your precious leaves
of Autumn shall never wither~
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
A metaphor of the decaying physical world..You are wine..
From the plush grape fields
you come to me
You fill me with intoxication
You drink my reason to the
last drop
You strip me bare and consume
me
You are vintage desire
You are soul wine~
you come to me
You fill me with intoxication
You drink my reason to the
last drop
You strip me bare and consume
me
You are vintage desire
You are soul wine~
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Posted: Sep 2011
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xmas time
It that time of year again
We turn on the tinsel and the grins
But what has changed
The season hides a lot of sins
But they’re excused coz of the Xmas gin.
Today I saw your face again
It left me crying on the inside
The years have done you no harm
You’re a beautiful person
A xmas gift to cherish by anyone
August is only nine months away
More births happen then
Than any other time of the year.
Some of us our fathers son
Some of us alcohol won.
Many years ago a gift;
was something hand made
But today its January paid.
Gifts given to reflect on the giver
Not a reflection to the given.
you ran through my thoughts again
The things I’ve lost as another year pass’s by
I thought of you with the children; happy, laughing lots.
I thought of those in prison
And wondered who would feel more lost
Xmas is many memories.
A time spent in reflection.
Remembering years gone by.
Family and friends gathered around:
To remember who we are
Where we been, and where we want to go.
Your face haunts my mind
In sleep and in play.
I have no barriers no bars holding me in.
And yet this time of year exposes me
Like fresh wars wounds received in battle
The children all grown come back to you my dear
Its Xmas time and your their gift
You made them special and for this they give their thanks
You’re the love that’s protected them and shown them how to live.
Its xmas time, your time to glow: the angel at the top of the tree.
The homeless and me stand and see
Tears running over our chins
We hare different but we are exactly the same
Given up on living and failing to exist
Its xmas time but we got no gifts.
Next year will be different we promise ourselves
But it never is.
New years resolutions killed before they’re made
The magic stopped when we stopped believing.
Xmas killed in another tirade.
Leaving us lost and silently greiving.
Tell me dear how did you do it.
Dragons & Fairies, Giants and swords
Elves and goblins and the Orcish Hordes
Tis easier to believe, Than in ever finding love again.
Its xmas time a time of giving
Remembering of pasts that’ve been.
But remember them that have forgotten
May they find the spirit and peace of the times
The best gift of all, is always your time.
We turn on the tinsel and the grins
But what has changed
The season hides a lot of sins
But they’re excused coz of the Xmas gin.
Today I saw your face again
It left me crying on the inside
The years have done you no harm
You’re a beautiful person
A xmas gift to cherish by anyone
August is only nine months away
More births happen then
Than any other time of the year.
Some of us our fathers son
Some of us alcohol won.
Many years ago a gift;
was something hand made
But today its January paid.
Gifts given to reflect on the giver
Not a reflection to the given.
you ran through my thoughts again
The things I’ve lost as another year pass’s by
I thought of you with the children; happy, laughing lots.
I thought of those in prison
And wondered who would feel more lost
Xmas is many memories.
A time spent in reflection.
Remembering years gone by.
Family and friends gathered around:
To remember who we are
Where we been, and where we want to go.
Your face haunts my mind
In sleep and in play.
I have no barriers no bars holding me in.
And yet this time of year exposes me
Like fresh wars wounds received in battle
The children all grown come back to you my dear
Its Xmas time and your their gift
You made them special and for this they give their thanks
You’re the love that’s protected them and shown them how to live.
Its xmas time, your time to glow: the angel at the top of the tree.
The homeless and me stand and see
Tears running over our chins
We hare different but we are exactly the same
Given up on living and failing to exist
Its xmas time but we got no gifts.
Next year will be different we promise ourselves
But it never is.
New years resolutions killed before they’re made
The magic stopped when we stopped believing.
Xmas killed in another tirade.
Leaving us lost and silently greiving.
Tell me dear how did you do it.
Dragons & Fairies, Giants and swords
Elves and goblins and the Orcish Hordes
Tis easier to believe, Than in ever finding love again.
Its xmas time a time of giving
Remembering of pasts that’ve been.
But remember them that have forgotten
May they find the spirit and peace of the times
The best gift of all, is always your time.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
I am always alone at Xmas. Even when I was married. I don't believe in the religious connotations. Despise the modern marketing. The Xmas parties are held for all the wrong reasons.People have expectations that are out of alignment with their situation and then they feel let down in the aftermath. Then the Markets created Boxing Day sales that only further underlined the fall of the xmas message and experience.
For someone on there own who fails to operate within society properly this makes this time of year a very sad and lonely place. Seeing what they lost and created carry on without him. His safety blanket taken from him never to ever have again.
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