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"Outcry"
Why did you do this, I asked tonight
Why’d you give me a lonely life?
More years than not I’ve spent alone
There’s no one here to make a home.
I have thoughts I’d like to share
But when I do, there’s no one there.
My own voice I hear the most
And those closest to me are all ghosts
I know you’re God and know what’s best
But I have doubts, I must confess
As to why you say man shouldn’t be
All alone, but you make me
Don’t you get tired of hearing me
Talk to you incessantly?
I don’t mind, but it’d be nice
If you’d talk back just once or twice!
Copyright ©2010-2012
Why’d you give me a lonely life?
More years than not I’ve spent alone
There’s no one here to make a home.
I have thoughts I’d like to share
But when I do, there’s no one there.
My own voice I hear the most
And those closest to me are all ghosts
I know you’re God and know what’s best
But I have doubts, I must confess
As to why you say man shouldn’t be
All alone, but you make me
Don’t you get tired of hearing me
Talk to you incessantly?
I don’t mind, but it’d be nice
If you’d talk back just once or twice!
Copyright ©2010-2012
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Sitting alone one night...wondering why God has asked me to live a solitary life.
Dream the African night
Her dream laid bare the African night
forest, fear and musk
beloved and woven
in this verdant meridian
The ghostly fires of the river spirits
plumes, fragrant and ancient
they are calling from the shores
shrill and elect
ride with us
rites with us
in robes majestic
forest, fear and musk
beloved and woven
in this verdant meridian
The ghostly fires of the river spirits
plumes, fragrant and ancient
they are calling from the shores
shrill and elect
ride with us
rites with us
in robes majestic
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
Far out, and no I wasn't stoned on the whacky baccy.. :)That which is whispered
I caught your lines
softly spoken
echoes in the old forest
I caught your words
last birds to fly
in these the seasons
the seasons we have known
softly spoken
echoes in the old forest
I caught your words
last birds to fly
in these the seasons
the seasons we have known
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
as she left ..
...'Roses are Red, Violets are Blue'...
A man walks into a local cafe hungry as can be,
While pondering upon the menu a sudden mystery!
Stationed all around him twas young and old alike,
Each awaiting their opportunity to dominate a mic.
Attention now at full arrest, his ears well tuned in,
He turned to a lady sitting near wearing a sheepish grin.
To her he says 'I'm new to this place, what's a goin on?'
'New indeed!' 'Tis our day for readin or recitin a poem!'
An hour or so passes by as poetry fills the room,
Poems of Wonder, Love and Lust, Poems of Joy and Gloom.
The stranger thinks he knows a poem he'd gladly like to share,
A chance for him to have his voice poured into poetic air.
The mic at last to him is passed & he proudly takes a stand,
and begins to recite from memory a poem he wrote at ten.
The audience is noticeably hushed in nearly traumatic form
When 'Roses are Red - Violets are Blue..' from his lips are born.
The quietness of the crowd, to him was awe, wonder then respect
Until a neighbor grabbed the mic while groaning with regret.
To his grinning lady friend he turned for a word of advise,
'Some can melt a heart with words but you've turned ours to ice!'
Don't be hurt that your words have failed to spark passion or fire,
Just make a note and have it with you the next time you desire...
to share your thoughts in poetic form to those more seasoned than you,
Don't start a poetic rhyme with 'Roses are Red, Violets are Blue..'!
While pondering upon the menu a sudden mystery!
Stationed all around him twas young and old alike,
Each awaiting their opportunity to dominate a mic.
Attention now at full arrest, his ears well tuned in,
He turned to a lady sitting near wearing a sheepish grin.
To her he says 'I'm new to this place, what's a goin on?'
'New indeed!' 'Tis our day for readin or recitin a poem!'
An hour or so passes by as poetry fills the room,
Poems of Wonder, Love and Lust, Poems of Joy and Gloom.
The stranger thinks he knows a poem he'd gladly like to share,
A chance for him to have his voice poured into poetic air.
The mic at last to him is passed & he proudly takes a stand,
and begins to recite from memory a poem he wrote at ten.
The audience is noticeably hushed in nearly traumatic form
When 'Roses are Red - Violets are Blue..' from his lips are born.
The quietness of the crowd, to him was awe, wonder then respect
Until a neighbor grabbed the mic while groaning with regret.
To his grinning lady friend he turned for a word of advise,
'Some can melt a heart with words but you've turned ours to ice!'
Don't be hurt that your words have failed to spark passion or fire,
Just make a note and have it with you the next time you desire...
to share your thoughts in poetic form to those more seasoned than you,
Don't start a poetic rhyme with 'Roses are Red, Violets are Blue..'!
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
Just a challenge to those afraid of venturing out into something less familiar when tempted to express oneself in poetic form.
INTERNAL LIE DETECTOR
Can't seem to control it,
It hits me every time,
Even when I slip up,
And don't get something right,
It's exactly like a watchdog,
Who watches everything I do,
Don't know where it came from,
And I don't know what to do,
See, every time I'm wrong,
Whether it's my fault or not,
I get a sharp stabbing pain,
Smack in the middle of my gut
Why does this happen?
And should I be grateful?
Is it an Angel from God?
Or is it merely fateful?
It hits me every time,
Even when I slip up,
And don't get something right,
It's exactly like a watchdog,
Who watches everything I do,
Don't know where it came from,
And I don't know what to do,
See, every time I'm wrong,
Whether it's my fault or not,
I get a sharp stabbing pain,
Smack in the middle of my gut
Why does this happen?
And should I be grateful?
Is it an Angel from God?
Or is it merely fateful?
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Posted: Aug 2018
About this poem:
Real reaction I feel when I'm untruthful, whether on purpose or not.
Stay Open
I want to stay open
I don’t want to close
I'm taking a long time
Going through all nines
Thinking about you
I can see daylight
After a long night
I want to be free
Something happen to me
I want to feel alright
Dancing with star light
Thinking about you
Keep me in one place
A steady slow pace
Dancing with you
Into the long day
Making all the hay
Just making it do
Want to come home soon
Into you heart’s tune
Singing inside you
Let my love stay now
Making room somehow
All you make feel
Taking my time now
Because I love you
I don’t want to close
I'm taking a long time
Going through all nines
Thinking about you
I can see daylight
After a long night
I want to be free
Something happen to me
I want to feel alright
Dancing with star light
Thinking about you
Keep me in one place
A steady slow pace
Dancing with you
Into the long day
Making all the hay
Just making it do
Want to come home soon
Into you heart’s tune
Singing inside you
Let my love stay now
Making room somehow
All you make feel
Taking my time now
Because I love you
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Posted: Sep 2019
About this poem:
This poems is all about love and desire. :)
Just Imagine
Imagine we are just a thought? What would you be?, A millonaire?, A captain at sea?,,, Anything you wanted to be, to fly to the stars?, to land on the moon?, or to be with someone you love? too soon?,,life is not wrong, or its not right, its just what it is,, no dark ,, no light, be who you are, and always be so,,no matter where you live no matter where you go!
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Posted: Dec 2021
Post CommentA Life
Barely three with a gentle heart,
always wants to play her part,
an apple fallen from the tree,
always awaits what life can be.
Seven now and real tears come,
life is still simple in the home,
but away the evil babes do wait,
hoping she will take their bate.
Eleven and the eye sees clear,
no more days of silly fear,
the babes still flock but only by day,
to her parents she cant come to say.
Now fifteen and all hell falls,
she ignores the taunting boys who call,
sitting quiet unlike the rest,
holding her pain in her breast.
Sixteen and oh what can be done,
She doesn't know now where to run,
Sitting waiting to be found,
They approach without a sound.
Seventeen, and all is quiet,
There is no mention, no riot.
The babes are leaving, going far away.
She cant find words now left to say.
Eighteen, the year now of present,
Something has come, something pleasant.
She is still quiet but her eyes are open,
No more words need be spoken.
She is a girl, like any other.
Nothing special other than she came from her mother.
But still she finds care in a man,
And if her mind opens, then surely she can.
Something so sweet is in his word,
with gentle phrase she is fully assured,
he holds her hope with gentle hands,
If only, they were not separated by lands.
But still she smiles, she knows all is well,
because no longer is she living in hell,
no now she has known something new,
Something she knows, only experienced by few.
always wants to play her part,
an apple fallen from the tree,
always awaits what life can be.
Seven now and real tears come,
life is still simple in the home,
but away the evil babes do wait,
hoping she will take their bate.
Eleven and the eye sees clear,
no more days of silly fear,
the babes still flock but only by day,
to her parents she cant come to say.
Now fifteen and all hell falls,
she ignores the taunting boys who call,
sitting quiet unlike the rest,
holding her pain in her breast.
Sixteen and oh what can be done,
She doesn't know now where to run,
Sitting waiting to be found,
They approach without a sound.
Seventeen, and all is quiet,
There is no mention, no riot.
The babes are leaving, going far away.
She cant find words now left to say.
Eighteen, the year now of present,
Something has come, something pleasant.
She is still quiet but her eyes are open,
No more words need be spoken.
She is a girl, like any other.
Nothing special other than she came from her mother.
But still she finds care in a man,
And if her mind opens, then surely she can.
Something so sweet is in his word,
with gentle phrase she is fully assured,
he holds her hope with gentle hands,
If only, they were not separated by lands.
But still she smiles, she knows all is well,
because no longer is she living in hell,
no now she has known something new,
Something she knows, only experienced by few.
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
DEDICATED TO STEVE6611
Strive
To reach a goal that no one knows, To think the unthinkable but watch it grow, To reach a level unimaginable to the naked eye, But what is pleasurable to the natural mind. To strive to be alive oh what a time to be alive all I want to do is Strive!
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Posted: Aug 2022
About this poem:
I wrote this one night after watching the movie King Richard! Venus was about to have a big match and Serena was at the court starring at the court her dad walked up to her and told her in so many words that her hard work would pay off in due time!WHAT COULD MAKE YOU REGRET YOUR RELATIONSHIP
Have you ever been asked that golden question
by your partner? And I am sure most often
than not, the question doesn’t go very well
with you and you always wonder why in the
world does your partner keep asking you that
question, when they obviously know you do.
by your partner? And I am sure most often
than not, the question doesn’t go very well
with you and you always wonder why in the
world does your partner keep asking you that
question, when they obviously know you do.
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
I've seen Pastors, seeing their fruits, whosedivine calling were doubted by people.
In same way have I seen couples that boldly
said God showed them their spouses but whose
marriages ended in divorce.
Then I ask, "Could it really be true, that God
actually called them or actually chose spouses
for them?"
Since you know it was true that Jesus asked
Peter to come on the water, yet he almost
sank, then the answer to those is "Yes, It could
be true!"
That God has shown you a line of business,
given you a talent, a spouse or has called you
into ministry is not enough to 'ground' their
respective successes.
Sometimes we relay a portion of the scripture
and asked "Could it really be true, that God
meant this for me? It is indeed true.
Just that for every sweet rice there is an
attached price.
Choice, Price and Core Values are three wise
men one would have to follow and take heed
to, if one decides to hit success in the end.
And you see: you can't get anything worthwhile
done without them.
Negligence, carelessness, pride, unforgiving
spirit, indecision, laziness, indiscipline, living a
"goalless" life, will only lead you to the palace
of REGRET!
Moreover, when you read that this is the day
that the Lord has made, and yet you launch
out and end up being sorrowful in the evening,
what would you think is missing? It is the
phrase: "I will rejoice and be glad in it!" And
this is born out of choice.
It is indeed true that He's created us as heads
to dominate, and to be above only. So choose
to live in the realisation of it. Else you'll be
beneath only!
Finally, decide to choose joy unspeakable
today: my million dollar piece of advice!
Smile still does it :) :) :)
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