all i have left from my in home theft are sweet memories. i lost everything from gutter rats known as the north miami bch police who knocked on my door with guns drawn while hiding behind ski masks. i tried in vain to bring these marauders to justice but no luck so far but i"ll never give up. what did i do wrong to make this happen? it destroyed me and took everything i cherished.i had been living at the residense for 2 years and i had a receipt for the rent i had paid the day before.i pray that someday things will go my way,and the lord will say it"s time,i can"t let this trajedy go unpunished. down with the north miami bch police dept and forever shall they burn in hell.
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Posted: Jul 2019
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i bring this to everyones attention cause i do not want this to happen to anyone else
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The City is a bee hive but there is no Queen....
So inhabitants have no order everybody chasing their own dream.
A colony of concrete building rising up from hot paved sidewalk,
Shoulders marching in business attire and on their cellphones they talk.
They are building something but not sure what exactly,
Only following the expectations of society.
Shoppers with shopping bags of various purchases they may never need,
Thier ego and others desired expectation they feed.
Strollers with babies pushed by bent back,tired Mothers,
Inside the exotic clubs and bars you can find the Fathers.
Theaters filled with people with no imagination,
Churches and cults with lost souls without a vision.
Teenagers dressed in the latest fashion,
Heading for a future with no income to survive on.
Yet the City draws people from far and near,
Got to get that dollar is the only voice they hear.
She arrived on the country bus with such hope,her best dress and a sparkle in her eye.
Ten years later that country bus took her back home with a swollen belly,addicted to drugs and the sparkle had died.
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Posted: Jul 2019
About this poem:
Busy day in a busy city and it just came to me.
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To live a life of easy living is to dream
To live a life for yourself is selfish
To live a life for others is honest
To live a life of war is sad
To live a life care free is without purpose
To live life for life sake is a blessing
All of this is good bad and other
I love to live for love is there better.
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Posted: Jun 2019
About this poem:
The life you, I, and others seek is life itself. Is there anything need to be said.
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Solve me do you dare,
an abyss of turmoil, do I scare?
Come feel, if you see
with eyes and heart, if thine be.
Survive I do,
with hope of life looking, looking but for who.
Need dissolves,
years and tears flows.
Surrounded, alone, wandering soul,
find me, stay my fall.
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Posted: Jun 2019
About this poem:
I wrote this about 5 years ago when I was feeling extremely lonely. I was being torn inside whilst writing it, cried and felt the anguish of loneliness as it revealed itself.
It took many months to finalise it and I felt better when it was all over, as if some of this pain was alleviated.
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A
single
u n i t y,
a oneness, all
encompassing, sums
everything we now own.
Possessions of no value
defining how we are assessed.
Judged, without the monad of our souls
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Posted: May 2019
About this poem:
Definition poetry as the word suggests, defines the subject.
Triangular poems, are one of the shapes you can make a poem conform to, in shape or concrete poetry.
Nonets are poems of nine lines, where the first line is one syllable, and you add one syllable to each subsequent line, until the ninth line has nine syllables.
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Author: Unknown
The Pride of emptiness is an abomination. And to talk much is the foolishness of folly. Nevertheless, its a part of wisdom to hear with patience their ignorance and to pity their obserdity.
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
This poem describes a current state humans are in. We have reached a point in our evolutionary cycle where we speak without listening to others. We may even talk when others are talking and miss the entire subject matter or the moral to a story. Being silent twice as much as we speak allows one to fully hear, fully understand, and intelligently respond.
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THOUGH SHE IS GONE
SHE USED TO TELL ME WHEN WE WERE ALONE
THAT DRUGS GOT NO MEDICINE
THOUGH SHE IS A WOMAN
SHE RAISED ME TO BE A MAN
WHO CAN STAND AND FIGHT ON MY OWN
THAT'S WHY WHEN I WAS A KID
SHE USED TO KNOCK MY HEAD
WARNING ME NOT TO SMOKE WEED
OTHERWISE MY MIND MIGHT SLIDE
THOUGH I AM NOW OLD
I STILL MISS HER INDEED
SOMETIMES I CRY WHEN DAYS ARE WILD
IT'S A DIFFERENT MOOD
CAN'T EXPRESS IN WORDS
THOUGH I AM STILL MORNING
IT REMINDS ME BACK TO THE BEGINNING
WHEN MY LATE MOM INFRONT OF ME CLAPPING
WHILE I TRY TO WALK AT THE SAMETIME TALKING.
FOR MY MOM. 1949-1996
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
I WROTE THIS POEM WHEN MY MOM PASSED AWAY, AT THAT TIME GOT NO DAD TOO. I WAS AN ORPHAN. SO ALL MY LIFE I HAVE BEEN READING IT. KEEPING IN SIDE MY LOCKER. TRAVELLING WITH IT EVERY WHERE I GO.IT HELPS ME WHEN I AM DOWN. I AM IN MY 40S BUT WHEN I AM ALL ALONE AND DAYS ARE COLD STILL REMEMBER HER AND WHEN I RECITE IT I SEE MY CHILD HOOD AND LAUGH.
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Deep millponds of self-criticism and undiluted love
Razor Blades that cut through the tendons of sensation
Protected and hidden by time and mind
Deep intense scars run between the shoulders
Nothing is revealed in words……All behind delighted eyes
Fatally wounded together in time and place
Love for lost soul mates and all humankind
Something is mine and mine only to share
Secretly tucked away in my heart
Nothing is revealed in words…..All behind secret eyes
Curling lips wave gently into a pleasurable smile
Positive body shape piloting towards intimacy
Searching eyes see my ruptured ligaments
Sensations sting muscles once severed
Nothing is revealed in words………As my smiling eyes.. see
Geoffrey Brinton 01.09.18
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
This is the first poem I have published. I have never had a lesson. I just find words for my thoughts and write.
Please offer constructive comments.
Life is a very long curve
Geoff
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Wanting to be where you are
A comfortable silence
A moment of peace
Brought on by unity
A mutual feeling
Sends the spirit soaring
Kindred interests
A shining knight
Saves the day
Reeling in disbelief
A moment where values meet
Kindred spirits
Finding another
A lifetime of searching
Mutual unity
Peace in silence
Wanting to be where you are
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Posted: Oct 2018
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Love til there is no end. Love the lover, family or friend. Love until the cosmic forces hits send. Love the one you're with til there is no end. Love til the wheels for flat. Love hugs, kisses or gives a soft pat. Love heals through quarrels and spats. Love never falls flat. Love soothes the heart above. Love flies like a December dove. The right love fits perfect inside a spiritual glove. Love is a natural high up above. Love is clear like an August Moon. Love hides like a glowing cocoon. Love brings life like a classic cartoon. Sometimes loves says goodbye, but will be back soon.
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Posted: Sep 2017
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