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Sonnet to truth
There's doubtless beauty in plain truth,
gold spun above the stars own roof,
serving thus, make false words uncouth
that web of conceit, lace woven guile aloof,
Truth bows not down to manipulated lies,
'tis but pen scribed, by timeless poetic laws,
embodies the stoic heart, straight limb applies,
antique written, unblemished without flaws,
oft by pomposity called naive simplicity,
yet dignifies love for mans own common good,
nurturing fond realms of strong brotherhood,
illustrates well,virtues simplistic integrity,
Truths own truth, sacred, incalculable,
free life's shackles by love unquestionable
gold spun above the stars own roof,
serving thus, make false words uncouth
that web of conceit, lace woven guile aloof,
Truth bows not down to manipulated lies,
'tis but pen scribed, by timeless poetic laws,
embodies the stoic heart, straight limb applies,
antique written, unblemished without flaws,
oft by pomposity called naive simplicity,
yet dignifies love for mans own common good,
nurturing fond realms of strong brotherhood,
illustrates well,virtues simplistic integrity,
Truths own truth, sacred, incalculable,
free life's shackles by love unquestionable
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
In surveying the general political scene world wide, economy of truth appears to be ' stock on trade', ushered in by smooth rhetoric.
another day
here it is, yet another day. my true love has passed away.
finding it very lonely here, without someone i can hold dear.
someone to cuddle with, someone to hold, someone who will make
me feel not quite so old.....
i have a lot of love to give to someone while i still live.
are you out there? I dont know. I keep trying to find you, but we know how that goes....
it would really make my life complete to find you while im still
on my feet.
i need someone to love me, someone to care. i wonder if you are
really out there?
been looking and looking on all of these sites, i search and search
way into the nite.
but no one responds, guess they are just playing games
you dont want what i want. isnt that just the way?
most of you just looking for entertainment on here, not really
looking for one to hold dear.
if you are out there, i dont know where, so i will be alone,
and i really dont care. yes i do, but what else can i do?
but keep trying to find you and not be alone.
nevada lady Nancy
finding it very lonely here, without someone i can hold dear.
someone to cuddle with, someone to hold, someone who will make
me feel not quite so old.....
i have a lot of love to give to someone while i still live.
are you out there? I dont know. I keep trying to find you, but we know how that goes....
it would really make my life complete to find you while im still
on my feet.
i need someone to love me, someone to care. i wonder if you are
really out there?
been looking and looking on all of these sites, i search and search
way into the nite.
but no one responds, guess they are just playing games
you dont want what i want. isnt that just the way?
most of you just looking for entertainment on here, not really
looking for one to hold dear.
if you are out there, i dont know where, so i will be alone,
and i really dont care. yes i do, but what else can i do?
but keep trying to find you and not be alone.
nevada lady Nancy
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
i wrote this poem out of frustration and lonliness. its really hard to try to find someone to do the things you missed out on the first time around. while missing your loved one. 50 years is a long time to be together, and now there is just this big hole in my heart. it really isnt enough cuddling with my dogs. i really need someone who cares and who will make me feel like a desirable woman again.
crossed roads
driving down the roads our paths
going out to meet the world
see white crosses of travels wrath
some flowers with flags unfurled
we pass by quickly trying not to
think about how they got there
realize there were folks somebody knew
be cautious on the way we take care
trying not to think about who was left
behind and the tears that surely fell
who brought crosses of love left bereft
for all who pass by they tell
a tale of admonishment to pay attention
and arrive safely, a disasters prevention
© agoodguy2have 2010-02-27
going out to meet the world
see white crosses of travels wrath
some flowers with flags unfurled
we pass by quickly trying not to
think about how they got there
realize there were folks somebody knew
be cautious on the way we take care
trying not to think about who was left
behind and the tears that surely fell
who brought crosses of love left bereft
for all who pass by they tell
a tale of admonishment to pay attention
and arrive safely, a disasters prevention
© agoodguy2have 2010-02-27
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
i don't know if this is done in other countries or continents, but it always touches me here in America.
A Farmer's Rule of Thumb
Only drops of sweat beating off my brow
On long simmering days of summer heat
Won't fail a heart in content up to now
Withers away my spirits in defeat
Bucket by bucket from a well running dry
Carefully spilt onto each tender plant
Soaks into the earth must give it a try
Enough to hold on be ever so scant
Hope is forecast looks promising for rain
Back to the fields with a hoe in my hand
Pulling more weeds and fertilize again
Cause now is the time to make a firm stand
Success or failure when rains at last come
Counts how you measure with a rule of thumb
On long simmering days of summer heat
Won't fail a heart in content up to now
Withers away my spirits in defeat
Bucket by bucket from a well running dry
Carefully spilt onto each tender plant
Soaks into the earth must give it a try
Enough to hold on be ever so scant
Hope is forecast looks promising for rain
Back to the fields with a hoe in my hand
Pulling more weeds and fertilize again
Cause now is the time to make a firm stand
Success or failure when rains at last come
Counts how you measure with a rule of thumb
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
Farming is a fickle business. You really must be willing to work with as well as wait for Mother Nature; and have tons of courage, cunning, and faith in order to succeed when so many others fail.Rain Dancing (In Honor of Lucy's Challenge)
Gather the children for our hope rescinds
Counter greed driving the land into thirst
Watch anger swirl like lies into hot winds
While resentment curls the crops of the cursed
When will this terrible drought ever end
That makes a savage spirit parched and dry
Move fast little feet a message to send
As caked and cracked mud will make the land die
Form a circle of hope and play your flutes
Gently tap with love from all those soft soles
Inside your circle ring of dancing boots
A deep oasis of peace in your souls
Tap a beat to Great Gitche Manitou
Bring the rain again with some truth to sow
Counter greed driving the land into thirst
Watch anger swirl like lies into hot winds
While resentment curls the crops of the cursed
When will this terrible drought ever end
That makes a savage spirit parched and dry
Move fast little feet a message to send
As caked and cracked mud will make the land die
Form a circle of hope and play your flutes
Gently tap with love from all those soft soles
Inside your circle ring of dancing boots
A deep oasis of peace in your souls
Tap a beat to Great Gitche Manitou
Bring the rain again with some truth to sow
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
There is a Native American mythical institution that promotes the balanced use of natural resources: the figure of the Master of the Animals. Every animal has its master its "balut", a figuerative spokesperson, who simultaneously facilitates hunting and severely sanctions its excess. In this figurative sonnet I have chosen the old custom of a rain dance so this lesson can also apply to the way we use and regulate our water resources among the other more 'notable and finite' resources we can relate to. Greed will be the ruin of us all, unless us children (i.e. little people) pray and plea to a higher Being.Sonnet La Forest
Am not alone in whom life seem forest
Condition abound in which diversion occur
With no other choice rather to concur
And give reverence to force in the highest
Once in forest to silence I observe
With sound of birds all in my ear
And wild predators all here and near
Thus my strength now all in reserve
Camping in forest to vigilante I remain
For erecting a tent now a work
And my survival now a luck
For I am inflicted with a means to contain
As obtain in forest so thus life
For all I thread is means to survive
Condition abound in which diversion occur
With no other choice rather to concur
And give reverence to force in the highest
Once in forest to silence I observe
With sound of birds all in my ear
And wild predators all here and near
Thus my strength now all in reserve
Camping in forest to vigilante I remain
For erecting a tent now a work
And my survival now a luck
For I am inflicted with a means to contain
As obtain in forest so thus life
For all I thread is means to survive
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
This is just an attempt to give sonnet a shot.Forest Dweller
Have fear my little mythical creatures
Found running and making wild in the woods
Paint a magical pole of strange features
Nearby the mound of your ancestor 'hoods
Like green moss crawling along a dark wave
Into a pleasent valley rich in depth
Wild flowers clinging to mouth of cave
Glancing behind into a dark woods breadth
You only spoke to me on sunny days
Playfully throwing little sticks and stones
Laughing and hiding from hot sunny rays
By making all those strange noises unknown
Fear cast the shadow of an old grey bird
One dark screech rest your soul be ever heard
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Found running and making wild in the woods
Paint a magical pole of strange features
Nearby the mound of your ancestor 'hoods
Like green moss crawling along a dark wave
Into a pleasent valley rich in depth
Wild flowers clinging to mouth of cave
Glancing behind into a dark woods breadth
You only spoke to me on sunny days
Playfully throwing little sticks and stones
Laughing and hiding from hot sunny rays
By making all those strange noises unknown
Fear cast the shadow of an old grey bird
One dark screech rest your soul be ever heard
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
About this poem:Inspired from tales told in Native American cultures..mostly the the Choctaw and Chickasaw...of the Misssissippi.
To Boldly Go.......
Seldom following the foot path of life
A trail always winding not straight and smooth
Our sorrows like pricker bushes are rife
Many scraps and scratches we need to soothe
When caution falls in the way of our haste
When each foot step is not carefully placed
When in our boldness our trust is misplaced
When we fail to notice shoes are still laced
Always fear grows in the darkening dusk
With goals of growing from darkness to light
Civilize manners a little less brusque
Boldness becomes a little more contrite
Still hope for mankind should we slow the pace
Sometimes timidity's a safer place
A trail always winding not straight and smooth
Our sorrows like pricker bushes are rife
Many scraps and scratches we need to soothe
When caution falls in the way of our haste
When each foot step is not carefully placed
When in our boldness our trust is misplaced
When we fail to notice shoes are still laced
Always fear grows in the darkening dusk
With goals of growing from darkness to light
Civilize manners a little less brusque
Boldness becomes a little more contrite
Still hope for mankind should we slow the pace
Sometimes timidity's a safer place
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
This poem is a commentary on the invasive pace of modern lifestyles."To boldly goes where no one has gone before" epitomizes a spirit
much different than a child's natural shyness. I was such a child, once shy and fearful of life. With so many uncertainties about the direction of society, harm to environment, and political misgivings...is anyplace safe anymore?
Deer Hunting
Blow hard cold gales across crumpled corn stalks
Dark skies spitting frozen granules of snow
Forcing my eyes into slits my sight blocks
Squinting for my prey down long stubbled rows
Take away, just numb my other senses
Perching up on an old tree stump to sit
Cover the run for it to jump fences
My rifle held firmly in my warm mitt
Hours and hours so alone with my thoughts
For soft hushs of breath inhale and depart
Like when success comes and goes casting lots
For when the moment comes with racing heart
Now my pulse quickens my blood flows fervid
Into sights my long awaited cervid
Dark skies spitting frozen granules of snow
Forcing my eyes into slits my sight blocks
Squinting for my prey down long stubbled rows
Take away, just numb my other senses
Perching up on an old tree stump to sit
Cover the run for it to jump fences
My rifle held firmly in my warm mitt
Hours and hours so alone with my thoughts
For soft hushs of breath inhale and depart
Like when success comes and goes casting lots
For when the moment comes with racing heart
Now my pulse quickens my blood flows fervid
Into sights my long awaited cervid
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
My sonnet is brief narritive of the experience of being a hunter....a cervid is a latin species name for deer....distinguished from Bovidae (Cows) by the male's having solid deciduous antlers and just about the only rhyme there is for fervid......The Raffish Ruffians
Life's a party held for your good measure
For spoiled rotten brats who lives with ease
Still hoping to steal more family treasure
Picking fruits from a basket as you please
What causes all you lost souls to suffer
Existing in a world so filled with strife
Can you think of any streets much tougher
With people who don't value their own life
Once happy playgrounds now filled with anger
Ruled by bully gangs looking for some fights
Like watching neon signs flash with danger
With sirens and strobing red and blue lights
Stumbling home drunk after dark so raffish
Can be so proud of the life you lavish
For spoiled rotten brats who lives with ease
Still hoping to steal more family treasure
Picking fruits from a basket as you please
What causes all you lost souls to suffer
Existing in a world so filled with strife
Can you think of any streets much tougher
With people who don't value their own life
Once happy playgrounds now filled with anger
Ruled by bully gangs looking for some fights
Like watching neon signs flash with danger
With sirens and strobing red and blue lights
Stumbling home drunk after dark so raffish
Can be so proud of the life you lavish
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
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