morgen90210 Poetry (269)

The future that we live in is right all along
so was the past and the present
but the truth is we are wrong
in what we think we did

we made this mess
we cause these wars
we cause this pain and lost
we cause all of this upon us

and we blame it on the other guy
we tried to play the advocate and judge
so that the world will believe we are the good guys
and get scott free of our murderous crimes.

where is my mom?
i want to go home.
Everyone gone,
i want to go home.

where are my friends ?
i want to go home,
why am i alone?
i want to go home,

where is my dog?
i want to go home,
just where am I?
i want to go home.

i am cold and hungry.
i want to go home,
i miss my family,
i want to go home.

who are you ?
reading my poem,
dont leave me alone,
i want to go home !

Dont do to others
what they done to you...
coz you will hurt another
And it comes Back to you!
Noone says it is easy,
but with a heart like yours,
it is not so hard either.
Be wiser ,not foolish ,
Be forgiving ,not Selfish,
Your talent is your gift,
Now is time to give others a lift.
Forgive and let it go,
It is time for you to spread your wings and show.


If we lived by this poem,
Mcradloff thinks this world will be at peace!
After reading this poem paloma agrees,
And says it is sound advise to me.
Odette from england is all smiles with compassion.
Because We all must learn to let go and forgive,
Jena find her freedom her love,
All silver pink purple wings and fly away.

Acknowledgement from me to you,
Of all the things you say and do,
With every poem you compose too,
Comments I give heartfelt and true!

Our work is our pride and joy,
Express in happiness or sadness,
From every youthful girl and boy,
Regardless of our creative madness.

Sometimes our poems taken out of context,
It differ from person to person,
This is not a poetry contest,
All in different visions and versions.
Most are from personal experience,
Others are just inspirational influence!
That's what makes each and every poem special,
In our home..Poet's Corner is special !

Whitish grey,
Do you lie?
Please tell me why,
Greyish white,
Harmless and thoughtless,
Tale binding with a long tail behind.
Light darkish grey,
Colours spectrum of deceit.
There is so many reasons to bluff. Caught red handed,
Fear is the main culprit!
Darkish greyish white,
The worst of the lot,
Sinister in it's form,
Cold-blooded stalker,
It's victim falls into instant death!
Which colour are you?
What good ever comes out from these?
Betrayal with epic historical portion,
From Kane,Mark Anthony to President Bush and Clinton!
Dont forget O.J ,Tiger woods and Arnold too!!
The price to pay is your name and fame,
And after that nothing will ever be the same..
Dont say white lies coz there are none,
Destroyer of happiness and your life,
That is the natural guile you face,
As a doctor to patients,
As a cop to criminals,
As a parent to your children,
As Most wives with their husbands,
The list goes on you see...
Do you believe you are innocent?
No lies,Back stabs,deceits or betrayals whatsoever..,
If so Dont start now,
But for others like me it is time to kick the habit,
Lying is like stealing ,
You keep on going until you get caught or are in a perilous situation.
It starts when you lie to your young ones,
It follows you till the last is home!
This is only a warning ,
Are you listening?

The ancients gods can sing and dance
The modern ones can speak in tongues
And none of them wants marbles
When gold is what they are after

Help the poor with treats
But give the rich their banquet
Show your face in charities
But mingle socially with celebrities

And if you must spent lavishly
Do so to those with deep pockets
And throw away your old and unwanted
To brings smiles to the less fortunate

Be seen among the movers and shakers
And not the small time thieves and beggers
Nothing is free is their life policy
Agents are prostitutes in disguise

I try my best to be happy
Around me they are unhappy
Don't believe I'm clumsy
Making me feel guilty

Doubts my sincerity
Play acting my self pity
"Don't think!" they say to me
You always mess up things

I know at times i miss
Things like updating some lists
Or sometimes its incomplete
At least my mistakes i admit

why do you always get angry
For every single thing i say
You should take things easy
Not make a scene every day

I'm not your god damn enemy
Making a fool to you is not my wish
I really dont have a good memory
you dont believe me when i said this

Death's Hooded chair

Once crafted by a French,
It was imbued with a curse,
On a equinox midnight,
Agent of Death on its way came to rest,
upon the 13th hooded chair it sat,



and left some of its magic when it left,
abrupt when the owner stole a glance,
He mistook the figure for a burglar,
And went swiftly to the chair to inspect,
Finding nothing to be damaged he test,
by sitting on that cursed hooded chair,



Deadly silent was filling in the air,
His mood changed dramatically,
A sense of foreboding doom across his face!
He knew his time on earth was up,
Just before he left the hooded chair alone,
He placed his tools upon its seat pad,
That was a Mark of one resigned,
Never to ply his craft again.



A note he left to his loving wife written,
LET NOONE SIT ON THIS DAMM CHAIR!
for i have seen death rest and placed his hand!
No mortal will live a fortnight,
should his body lay upon it to relax.
He died the following week,
A crate of snakes fell beside him,
The cause of his death was poison from snake bite.



His widow left everything behind,
Soon another tragic tale would began.

to be continued. . .

Chaise à capuche mort

Une fois conçu par un Français,
Il a été empreint d'une malédiction,
Sur un minuit équinoxe,
Agent de la Mort sur son chemin avant de s'immobiliser,
sur la chaise à capuchon 13, il était assis,
et a laissé une partie de sa magie quand il a quitté,
brusque lorsque le propriétaire a volé un coup d'œil,
Il prit la figure d'un cambrioleur,
Et il est allé rapidement à la présidence de l'inspection,
Ne trouvant rien à être endommagé, il test,
en restant assis sur cette chaise à capuchon maudit,
Un silence de mort se remplissait en l'air,
Son humeur a changé de façon spectaculaire,
Un sentiment de catastrophe pressentiment sur son visage!
Il savait que son temps sur la terre a augmenté,
Juste avant qu'il ne quitte le fauteuil à capuche seul,
Il posa ses outils sur son coussin de siège,
C'était une marque de l'un a démissionné,
Jamais à nouveau exercer son métier.
A noter qu'il a laissé à son épouse écrite,
LET NOONE s'asseoir sur cette chaise DAMM!
car j'ai vu repos de mort et placé sa main!
Aucun mortel ne vivra une quinzaine de jours,
si son corps lui assigne pour se détendre.
Il est décédé la semaine suivante,
Une caisse de serpents est tombé à côté de lui,
La cause de sa mort était poison morsure de serpent.
Sa veuve a tout quitté,
Bientôt un autre conte tragique aurait commencé.

être poursuivi. . .

Is that a relationship gone sour ?
Just going thru the motion of a good wife,
A hard working woman and a loving mom,
This is who you are at the moment.

Many hidden talents ,
Pretty secrets buried ,
You are more than a woman ,
You are a Super human !

A mind to speak of substance ,
You can't take any nonsense,
Straight as an arrow and true,
You chase away all the blues .

Feisty and honest your motto,
Your mom brought you up right,
A lady, friend and comforter,
Thank you for being Special .

53 times his poetry magic works,
In the hands of time two stars fallen,
He is living in eternal darkness,
Suspended around the dark matter.

He's incomplete and can't compete,
A ghostwriter trapped inside his prison,
His words filled with angst and passion,
Blind sided in order to dim lights.

Chasing immortality throughout his life,
Suffering beyond the garden of insanity,
His essence caught by a supernatural being,
From a ghostly aura of an invisible thing.

It transform into a sparkling black marble,
And again into his supreme Queen,
His adoration is simply indescribable,
Witnessed by the hundreds and millions .

And in the halls of the black nights,
His spirit weaken and soul stricken,
Possession from the scent of Fear,
Presence denied in the space of time.

But nothing compares from the history of earth,
Can stop the power of his neverending love,
Alas nothing is quite as it seems,
From the shadows dancing from within.

In the midst of the gigantic Candy Horse constellation,
God is not invisible because I see him clearly in candy's Christian face!