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Humble Pie
I've paid my dues
Worn out my shoes
Is life without much gain
I've suffered in silence
Avoided much violence
Peace came without pain
I’ve made my plans
Reached out my hands
Washed out in the rain
I’ve made my way
Always had my say
During my whole reign
I’m ready now
Prepared somehow
To start over again
I’ve conceded to
The cards I drew
Not all was lost in vain
Worn out my shoes
Is life without much gain
I've suffered in silence
Avoided much violence
Peace came without pain
I’ve made my plans
Reached out my hands
Washed out in the rain
I’ve made my way
Always had my say
During my whole reign
I’m ready now
Prepared somehow
To start over again
I’ve conceded to
The cards I drew
Not all was lost in vain
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Posted: Sep 20
About this poem:
The absolute truth is just like a small slice of pie and always better than nothing.
Treasures Of The Mind
The brain is the body’s power source for the mind
While used on a regular basis daily for either good or evil
It is never challenged when children are born to the
World, at that point it is looked upon God’s gift to
The parents. As time advances we discover the child’s
Full potential as the mind tends to decide whether the
Child has developed all that can be learnt by education
From schooling and the arts, sometimes the child becomes
A genius or may take a darker path of criminal activity.
This is were the mind enters this scenario. The child must
Realise by using the treasures of his mind the world will be
A better place for all. Choosing a career in medicine may be
One option healing the sick, another might become a teacher
Educating the next generation of children, all of this the mind
Will assist with inspiration and intelligence.
Then we have to view life as another child would envision.
The world could represent a different and eerie view of horror
Turning his back on society, may become a dictator as we have
Witnessed in our past centuries, using the mind to seek war
For personal profits, hurting families and friends, who knows
What damage will prevail. The outcome rests with our future
Families whether they choose a peaceful existence or war
Which no one will profit from. The treasure of the mind is there
To be used for the benefit of mankind, it must never be used
For man’s downfall.
John Ginesi (Author)
(c) 17/10/22
While used on a regular basis daily for either good or evil
It is never challenged when children are born to the
World, at that point it is looked upon God’s gift to
The parents. As time advances we discover the child’s
Full potential as the mind tends to decide whether the
Child has developed all that can be learnt by education
From schooling and the arts, sometimes the child becomes
A genius or may take a darker path of criminal activity.
This is were the mind enters this scenario. The child must
Realise by using the treasures of his mind the world will be
A better place for all. Choosing a career in medicine may be
One option healing the sick, another might become a teacher
Educating the next generation of children, all of this the mind
Will assist with inspiration and intelligence.
Then we have to view life as another child would envision.
The world could represent a different and eerie view of horror
Turning his back on society, may become a dictator as we have
Witnessed in our past centuries, using the mind to seek war
For personal profits, hurting families and friends, who knows
What damage will prevail. The outcome rests with our future
Families whether they choose a peaceful existence or war
Which no one will profit from. The treasure of the mind is there
To be used for the benefit of mankind, it must never be used
For man’s downfall.
John Ginesi (Author)
(c) 17/10/22
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
This scenario shows two sides of a child’s vision of the future world of tomorrow.
Elegy to an Irish Springtime.
Adieu dear Spring, cruel time is nigh,
Your fertile surge complete,
With sorrow we must wave goodbye,
And mourn your slow retreat.
You brought us blooms and verdant trees,
Sweet birdsong everywhere,
Abundant Nature to appease,
With scented woodland air.
Now rest your head, in mortal sleep,
You've earned your slumber well,
You leave this land in verdure deep,
As bluebells chime your knell.
My favoured season I decree,
This poet has lost his muse,
Whilst other jealous seasons three
Are sneering in the pews
The Summer sun won't glare your eyes,
Nor moonlight warm your tomb,
You won't hear lonely banshee cries,
Beneath a ghostly moon.
From deathly pallor so austere,
New life you did bequeath,
Glad fauna sheds a grateful tear,
Wild flora forms a wreath.
Your leafy pyre .. sad Faeries pass,
In solemn discontent,
As dew drops fill your parting glass,
The wind moans your lament.
On Nature's cogs each season turns,
As sure as full moons wane,
When Autumn falls to Winter spurns,
You'll come to life again.
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Your fertile surge complete,
With sorrow we must wave goodbye,
And mourn your slow retreat.
You brought us blooms and verdant trees,
Sweet birdsong everywhere,
Abundant Nature to appease,
With scented woodland air.
Now rest your head, in mortal sleep,
You've earned your slumber well,
You leave this land in verdure deep,
As bluebells chime your knell.
My favoured season I decree,
This poet has lost his muse,
Whilst other jealous seasons three
Are sneering in the pews
The Summer sun won't glare your eyes,
Nor moonlight warm your tomb,
You won't hear lonely banshee cries,
Beneath a ghostly moon.
From deathly pallor so austere,
New life you did bequeath,
Glad fauna sheds a grateful tear,
Wild flora forms a wreath.
Your leafy pyre .. sad Faeries pass,
In solemn discontent,
As dew drops fill your parting glass,
The wind moans your lament.
On Nature's cogs each season turns,
As sure as full moons wane,
When Autumn falls to Winter spurns,
You'll come to life again.
~~~~~~
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
Banshees and Faeries are huge figures in Irish folklore. The Banshee is associated with heralding a person's passing to the spirit world.
Can it be 2022
Can it be 2022
Sirens sound
People hide in hollows Deep
Destruction heard
Tanks roll by in captive cities
War declared stay doors
People hear bombs destruction seen people hide people flee
People dead
Can it be 2022
Will it lead to ww3
Sirens sound
People hide in hollows Deep
Destruction heard
Tanks roll by in captive cities
War declared stay doors
People hear bombs destruction seen people hide people flee
People dead
Can it be 2022
Will it lead to ww3
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Posted: Mar 2022
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Have you heard...?
Have you heard…?
Tell me, have you heard what people say
To those whose loved ones pass away,
And the pain that won’t allay,
Persist for years and years?
Get over it!
Seriously, have you heard what some allege
About their vows when they did pledge
To love until a ripe old age,
Till Death erase their cares?
Don’t believe it!
Sadly, I have heard that love can die
With little warning it slips by…
In life, in death - I can’t tell why -
And leaves behind such tears.
I’ve seen it.
Tell me, have you heard what people say
To those whose loved ones pass away,
And the pain that won’t allay,
Persist for years and years?
Get over it!
Seriously, have you heard what some allege
About their vows when they did pledge
To love until a ripe old age,
Till Death erase their cares?
Don’t believe it!
Sadly, I have heard that love can die
With little warning it slips by…
In life, in death - I can’t tell why -
And leaves behind such tears.
I’ve seen it.
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Posted: Mar 2022
About this poem:
Love can die for different reasons. Two reasons are the physical loss of a loved one and the emotional loss of a 'once-loved' one. Both can be traumatic.
Can you live without me
Can you live without me is a wonderful thing in life to wonder if someone is willing to wait for you and continue on waiting as well can you live without me I often ask myself this and wonder will she stay beside me or will she leave me can she go through the hard times in life with me and still remain steady and strong beside me will you leave me this is a question that we always ask ourselves but we never come up with the answer until the end sincerely stay beside me and I'll stay beside you
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
Is it merely a poem that I love writing I love riding poems are at least expressing palms I'm also a philosopher of life I believe in things that may be and may not be I look at things in straight eyes and not I don't wear Rose colored glasses I see things the way they are some people look at things in a positive way and some people look at things in a negative way this is what makes us all different and great ways if no one really understands negative and positive always attract their selves no matter what you cannot put a positive positive together they just won't work if you're a magnet but if you flip them over and try to put them together they will stick together so hard that it's very hard to pull them apart life is like a magnet you have to be attracted to each other to be able to make it workEmbryo
Into this void
Off liquid one so small
From tiny dot
One thus grow
Two limbs Four limbs now grow
One choirs emotion
Motions the head one floats one drwells in the void of liquid life ones tail does follow as one swims about sound from outside are you ok babe sounds of mamma's voice
Soothing the pain of life
Ones tail shortens organs form
Are you male are you female ones choices of life begins
IES that see blind to life
ears formed voices heard for life
Time to turn one is born to the world of trouble and striff one learns your place the world become one of many
Off liquid one so small
From tiny dot
One thus grow
Two limbs Four limbs now grow
One choirs emotion
Motions the head one floats one drwells in the void of liquid life ones tail does follow as one swims about sound from outside are you ok babe sounds of mamma's voice
Soothing the pain of life
Ones tail shortens organs form
Are you male are you female ones choices of life begins
IES that see blind to life
ears formed voices heard for life
Time to turn one is born to the world of trouble and striff one learns your place the world become one of many
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Posted: Sep 2021
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Serenity
Not a light so iradescently viewed
Through and beyond my glass window
Behind my flowy curtains it shines through
Though no light among the clouds is shown,,,
Its magical translucent glow,,, almost angelical,,, oh how it touches my soul,,,
Could it be you never left,,, even after you have gone
From this earth, with Gods grace
Oh how i miss your smile, your laughter, your face
I know this light must be you,,, it lingers like dew on a rose petal,,,after a morning rain,,,
Then slowly trickles down and caresses
So gently
Just as you once caressed my heart and soul
Your light is all around me
And I hope it will remain, always and forever with serenity
Sweetnlovely
Through and beyond my glass window
Behind my flowy curtains it shines through
Though no light among the clouds is shown,,,
Its magical translucent glow,,, almost angelical,,, oh how it touches my soul,,,
Could it be you never left,,, even after you have gone
From this earth, with Gods grace
Oh how i miss your smile, your laughter, your face
I know this light must be you,,, it lingers like dew on a rose petal,,,after a morning rain,,,
Then slowly trickles down and caresses
So gently
Just as you once caressed my heart and soul
Your light is all around me
And I hope it will remain, always and forever with serenity
Sweetnlovely
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Posted: Mar 2021
About this poem:
This poem is about losing someone dear to your heart and finding the strength in the little that is salvaged,,, and the light that shines way after your loved ones are gone,
Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Posted: Dec 2020
About this poem:
my fav poetry
Silhouette
It's just one of those days.
I told you all things to remain.
In the middle of the night.
When I couldn't get my pills.
Before I lose my mind again.
Hours after hours.
I'm already dead.
The moon is disappeared.
The sun is gone.
Where will I belong to?
Jesus? Death? Mother? You? my demons?
It's just one of those nights.
The candle burned inside of me.
I'm dead but I don't want to die anymore.
Sometimes,
Just once in a while.
In a second your It's just one of those days.
I told you all things to remain.
In the middle of the night.
When I couldn't get my pills.
Before I lose my mind again.
Hours after hours.
I'm already dead.
The moon is disappeared.
The sun is gone.
Where will I belong to?
Jesus? Death? Mother? You? my demons?
It's just one of those nights.
The candle burned inside of me.
I'm dead but I don't want to die anymore.
Sometimes,
Just once in a while.
In a second your silhouette haunt me.
Show me you there.
Even if I can't feel it.
-Vivian Lin
I told you all things to remain.
In the middle of the night.
When I couldn't get my pills.
Before I lose my mind again.
Hours after hours.
I'm already dead.
The moon is disappeared.
The sun is gone.
Where will I belong to?
Jesus? Death? Mother? You? my demons?
It's just one of those nights.
The candle burned inside of me.
I'm dead but I don't want to die anymore.
Sometimes,
Just once in a while.
In a second your It's just one of those days.
I told you all things to remain.
In the middle of the night.
When I couldn't get my pills.
Before I lose my mind again.
Hours after hours.
I'm already dead.
The moon is disappeared.
The sun is gone.
Where will I belong to?
Jesus? Death? Mother? You? my demons?
It's just one of those nights.
The candle burned inside of me.
I'm dead but I don't want to die anymore.
Sometimes,
Just once in a while.
In a second your silhouette haunt me.
Show me you there.
Even if I can't feel it.
-Vivian Lin
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Posted: Dec 2019
About this poem:
One day when you relapse and you do really need someone as a companion to comfort you, someone you expect to be your best side to at least giving you more time, but they were all gone and disappeared. So the only thing you could do just write everything on paper like I do.I know people have their own business.
So since that day I never beg for their time. Never beg for attention etc. People will make time if they want to. If they're not, just walk away.
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