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Mondays love
It's only Monday..
But's it's gonna be ok
Hang onto hope
Stay off the dope
Drag out that talent
that's gathered so much dust..
Light up the world..
In you we trust-
But's it's gonna be ok
Hang onto hope
Stay off the dope
Drag out that talent
that's gathered so much dust..
Light up the world..
In you we trust-
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Posted: Jan 2013
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HARD ROMANCE
Why is life so hard to live....Why do so many take rather than give...They take your love then throw it away....And it happens to so many people eveyday.....So eveyday there is pain...And your life is never the same.....Is there a cure for a broken heart.....Can you really make a fresh start....I do not have the answer to this mess....To the solution i can only guess....So every day i go through the motion....Hoping love is not just a romantic notion.......jw
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Posted: Sep 2012
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Epoch Ellipsis
Long ago, the unconsciousness of pulse and flow became interuptured by the Big Bang of differentiation. In the process, the fluid memory of the cranial-sacral circuit was subsumed by floodwaters of sense-perception, rendering it mere drops in an ocean of teeming memes.
Once weaned from the creatrix' remains, the infant studied the art of negotiation with this ocean, how to feed in order to be fed in turn, when to coax and when to cajole, when to demand and when to despair. Her mother cautioned that the gravitational pull of redundancy and entropy should not be confused with the womb endlessly longed for return to, that womb now a mere phantasm of her nerual organ. She warned as well that the buoyant desire to reach for the stars and supp with the gods was itself no more than the inverse of such fantasy, equally self-defeating and ultimately self-destructive. The developing child duly memorialized these parting words, embedding them in elaborative narrative lullabies to soothe her on future nights she might be too lonely or exhausted to fall asleep.
And so islands of dry land began to decorate the ocean. And soon the woman gave birth to a man.
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Once weaned from the creatrix' remains, the infant studied the art of negotiation with this ocean, how to feed in order to be fed in turn, when to coax and when to cajole, when to demand and when to despair. Her mother cautioned that the gravitational pull of redundancy and entropy should not be confused with the womb endlessly longed for return to, that womb now a mere phantasm of her nerual organ. She warned as well that the buoyant desire to reach for the stars and supp with the gods was itself no more than the inverse of such fantasy, equally self-defeating and ultimately self-destructive. The developing child duly memorialized these parting words, embedding them in elaborative narrative lullabies to soothe her on future nights she might be too lonely or exhausted to fall asleep.
And so islands of dry land began to decorate the ocean. And soon the woman gave birth to a man.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Time and space collude to create what cannot be then separated, only futher elaborated.Fear not the Storm
Fear not the storm
my love
Many have come
and gone
But you, sweet child
of faith
Shall awaken to
the dawn
Your heart is filled
with sorrow
And the enemy has
sapped your spirit
But no black cloud
from hell
Should ever make you
fear it
Take it from one who's
been there
And lived to tell
the tale
Trust in the Almighty..
And nothing can make
you fail***
my love
Many have come
and gone
But you, sweet child
of faith
Shall awaken to
the dawn
Your heart is filled
with sorrow
And the enemy has
sapped your spirit
But no black cloud
from hell
Should ever make you
fear it
Take it from one who's
been there
And lived to tell
the tale
Trust in the Almighty..
And nothing can make
you fail***
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Posted: Dec 2012
Post CommentCat smiles
The dance hall was smokey
not my kind of place
I'd rather view the ocean
more suited to my taste
But the music was a bit
seductive so I lingered
for awhile
But the devil had paid
her ticket and allured
me with a smile
Somewhere between ten
and two my morals were
put on trial
Cause the cats claws had
sunk in deep..
When she whispered with
a smile***
not my kind of place
I'd rather view the ocean
more suited to my taste
But the music was a bit
seductive so I lingered
for awhile
But the devil had paid
her ticket and allured
me with a smile
Somewhere between ten
and two my morals were
put on trial
Cause the cats claws had
sunk in deep..
When she whispered with
a smile***
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
ok ladies..I wasen't in some crazy bar.lol I home drinking coffeewaiting for a real fine girl like you..
But don't make me wait forever...I'm not all that strong..lol
Ode To A Policeman
The policeman is the strongest man in the world
As he can hold up all the traffic with just one hand
But there is a serious side to the policeman,
A protector of the innocent, a man who will risk his life
For anyone, no matter what walk of life,
Fearless of the ever present danger surrounding him,
He is often shunned by the public,
Underestimated by criminals and accused of corruption,
But is never given the credit he rightly deserves.
People should take a better view about this unsung hero
Of our times, the policeman.
As he can hold up all the traffic with just one hand
But there is a serious side to the policeman,
A protector of the innocent, a man who will risk his life
For anyone, no matter what walk of life,
Fearless of the ever present danger surrounding him,
He is often shunned by the public,
Underestimated by criminals and accused of corruption,
But is never given the credit he rightly deserves.
People should take a better view about this unsung hero
Of our times, the policeman.
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
This narrative poem is a retrospective view of the policeman, as seen through the eyes of most people.The woman who didn't get got
She was more sexy than her coworkers
Oh yes! By far
She would blaze through the streets
In her fancy sports car
All the men at the pub would push
and strain
They drooled over hebeauty's's as though
they were insane
No woman could match her
No wit could catch her
But there was a catch to her story
It may sound a bit gory
But upon talking to this beauty which
every man felt his duty
She spoke to them as dirt as she swished
her satin skirt
Every man was offended and their affections
they recinded
They left her where she stood
She wasen't the dish to take home to mom
She was mean and nasty and left home at
the prom
All her beauty turned into a ball of snot...
This is the tale of the girl who didn't get got--
Oh yes! By far
She would blaze through the streets
In her fancy sports car
All the men at the pub would push
and strain
They drooled over hebeauty's's as though
they were insane
No woman could match her
No wit could catch her
But there was a catch to her story
It may sound a bit gory
But upon talking to this beauty which
every man felt his duty
She spoke to them as dirt as she swished
her satin skirt
Every man was offended and their affections
they recinded
They left her where she stood
She wasen't the dish to take home to mom
She was mean and nasty and left home at
the prom
All her beauty turned into a ball of snot...
This is the tale of the girl who didn't get got--
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Posted: Nov 2012
Post CommentTo My RSD Companion
I would like to clarify that, while you may wreak havoc on my body, and maybe even confuse my mind -- you cannot have my heart or my soul. You cannot have my faith, my hope, or my love. Even with all the challenges that you throw my way … the anxiety … fear ... frustration … there are good things that you have given me … things I never could have experienced had you not come to possess my body.
You have given me a strengthened spiritual life and increased inner strength … new and renewed friendships with strong, close, true friends … a new found appreciation for every precious moment I am given …a gift that is sometimes lost on the "healthy" … growth in character, perseverance, and hope … you have inspired me to want to help others … given me more compassion for others who are suffering … a better knowledge of my own body & health … a reason to eat more nutritiously and take care of myself…and reasons to rest when I need it.
You see, my lifelong companion … you will not find me an agreeable host. I will fight you, I will not give up. On bad days … I will take care of myself. On the good days … I will take advantage of every precious moment. You have thrown some obstacles in my life's journey, but I will go over them, around them or through them, no matter what it takes. In fact, while I am overcoming them, I will stop for a moment to reflect upon the mountain I am climbing, plant a few seeds and experience the moment … then continue on .. I will learn and grow from this encounter and help others who are struggling.
You cannot beat me … you will not bring me down … unless I allow you to … and thanks to you … I am stronger and wiser than that … so my friend it will never happen … I will be as miserable to you … as you are to me … I will be more stubborn than you … I will be more resilient than you … I am a winner … for this I thank you
You have given me a strengthened spiritual life and increased inner strength … new and renewed friendships with strong, close, true friends … a new found appreciation for every precious moment I am given …a gift that is sometimes lost on the "healthy" … growth in character, perseverance, and hope … you have inspired me to want to help others … given me more compassion for others who are suffering … a better knowledge of my own body & health … a reason to eat more nutritiously and take care of myself…and reasons to rest when I need it.
You see, my lifelong companion … you will not find me an agreeable host. I will fight you, I will not give up. On bad days … I will take care of myself. On the good days … I will take advantage of every precious moment. You have thrown some obstacles in my life's journey, but I will go over them, around them or through them, no matter what it takes. In fact, while I am overcoming them, I will stop for a moment to reflect upon the mountain I am climbing, plant a few seeds and experience the moment … then continue on .. I will learn and grow from this encounter and help others who are struggling.
You cannot beat me … you will not bring me down … unless I allow you to … and thanks to you … I am stronger and wiser than that … so my friend it will never happen … I will be as miserable to you … as you are to me … I will be more stubborn than you … I will be more resilient than you … I am a winner … for this I thank you
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Although this is not a poem it is something I wrote in 2010. I had a very bad workplace accident in 2009. One that changed life drastically and forever. I fell from about 11 feet onto 6x6 steel framing of a motorcoach. The fall shattered my left elbow, tore my shoulder up, degloved my left forearm and split my head open. I am quite frankly, very lucky to have survived. Upon recovering consciousness, I discovered that I had avoided being impaled by a 3 foot steel rod by about 1 inch. I had somehow landed with the rod between my chest and my axilla. Two inches to the right and I would not be here right now. As the healing process began the intense pain and abnormal swelling weren't subsiding and the injuries weren't healing in a normal fashion. About 6 months later I was diagnosed with a condition referred to as RSD (Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy). An extremely rare neurological condition that affects about 200 in 200,000 people suffering taumatic injury. There is no cure only management This condition has left me with constant intense burning pain 24/7 in my left side along with other neurological complications ... RSD is now manifesting itself in other areas of my body. I wrote this in defiance of the condition ... I will never allow this condition to change who I am and what I can become. If I have to live with this ... I will not let it control me ... I will remain in control ... It has made more appreciative of life and love ... for that I am thankful ...The eyes..
Seeing deeply
Seeing through
Seeing me by
seeing you
Peer into these
orbs of oceans
deep
I close these
soul mirrors
in blissful
sleep~
Seeing through
Seeing me by
seeing you
Peer into these
orbs of oceans
deep
I close these
soul mirrors
in blissful
sleep~
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
Here's looking at you..400 poems
400 poems seems like
a whole bunch of
chatter
But CS poets can
sum up the matter
It's all for one
and one for all
Where Knight's and
Maidens stand ten
feet tall!
Step up to the plate
and spin out a verse
Make it long and windy
or make it terse
Tease us, please us,
or make us cry
Tommorow we'll laugh
under our castle sky
A lil imagination is
good for the soul
What magic hath thee
to fill this bowl?
White stallions await
on restless hooves
We'll send forth doves
or we'll chase down
wolves
We're an army of one
under this firy sun
Three cheers to CS
for all this fun~
a whole bunch of
chatter
But CS poets can
sum up the matter
It's all for one
and one for all
Where Knight's and
Maidens stand ten
feet tall!
Step up to the plate
and spin out a verse
Make it long and windy
or make it terse
Tease us, please us,
or make us cry
Tommorow we'll laugh
under our castle sky
A lil imagination is
good for the soul
What magic hath thee
to fill this bowl?
White stallions await
on restless hooves
We'll send forth doves
or we'll chase down
wolves
We're an army of one
under this firy sun
Three cheers to CS
for all this fun~
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
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