agoodguy2have Poetry (283)

troubled with T's of trepidation
yet eased with E's of your elation
i put my mouth around your O's
and relish all the words i knows

to tell the truth of C's concrete
just a "con" to those you meet
drawling all the D's of dialogue
we come to end of begun prologue

my throat gives G's growling great
and further consonants enunciate
vocal cords vibrate throaty V's
P's push out with notes to please

L's lazing from languishing tongue
U's usurp sounds from songs unsung
many might hmmmm to ponder M's fate
while W's away to add some weight

know normal nouns with N's negate
'cause C's seize verb to conjugate
another diction around A's among
Y's are wise to words of young

with S's essence so silently slipping
rowdy R's 'round rolling and ripping
from roof-of-mouth deep D's diminish
a few final F's to find some finish

for all these letters accumulation
and all the English accreditation
articulate easily educated elocution
can we ever economize enunciation

© agoodguy2have 2010-12-16

seeing all, knowing all
defining all, denoting all
living all, feeling all
across reference of notion
for further citations please
refer to the emotional index

it's all been looked up before
it's all been studied before
it's all expounded upon greatly
it's all been good to know

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to feel complete soulful emotion
Homer, Shakespeare, Gothe, an' more
speak across humanity's timeless ocean
to live our lives, they do implore

scrolls, pages, files, some sticks of words
all manner of soliloquies and lyrical songs
relate our human hearts' conditions absurd
observed, we best find where we belong

yet where we belong is so often unknown
whatever fit, the puzzle lies beforehand
being snipe in gutter or king on throne
turn and shape, our piece to comprehend

can others truly know and be known
can we ourselves even know the true us
or is discernment only what we are shown
and path of each only observed as thus

whatever place or path or existence
that woman or man is to stand or stroll
every life has its own insistence
even captive body keeps its own soul

© agoodguy2have 2010-12-10

luxuriating on the bright lit screen
see what write was wrought upon
for us to ponder points of plenty
words of wisdom from worlds beyond

all those thoughts from savage minds
enlightened visionaries, weird lines
of love and death and more love
to grip around my waist or throat

feel words breathing hard, panting
as they crawl up the leg, imploring
and incessantly slip into outer ear
to shout into tunneled mind

you feel my pain, depression, it says
as i walk into battle or cold river
drowning in human feelings too heavy
to flight the air of day's hope

did the dogs write the words down
and chimps peck at the typewriters
while parrots chirp cawed letters
telling the history of being human

no, it was the humanity in each of us
that took the time to scratch and peck
the farmyard of life, rich-scented
with desire to explain ourselves, us

indebted, we begrudgingly acknowledge
we couldn't have said it any better
though most cases can't be said at all
yet writers write and singers sing

always efforted, affronted, afflicted
with the need to explain what it is
to explain how we got here as if we
weren't even riding the same road

thumbs out, thumbs up! well done
you chronicler of timelined humanity
read your thoughts now to me aloud
sing your songs of woe and praise

© agoodguy2have 2010-12-17

at the table the old men gather
to speak of things that really matter
smile at their clever wizened quips
blurting, then laughing at Freudian slips

growing old together with all of life
before succumbing to some afterlife
they look so deep with chiseled faces
know they're soon going other places

yet for now they can sit and sip
speculate on it being a round trip
slap table about events they knew
swear on oaths they know aren't true

makes no matter where they're going
for theirs is just the pleasure knowing
the frail old man across the table
who'd give his shirt if he were able

that's what lifetime friends just do
another's hand to see you through
so let's just sit and shoot our time
'bout youth being partners in crime

tomorrow will come a thoughtful stare
across the table to vacated chair
and remember ol' Jim and all was said
of life and times and things we did

© agoodguy2have 2010-12-16

love and hate cannot coexist in
the same soul at the same time

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rebel Sudanese tribes
Mexican cartel bribes
Afghanistani warlords
casualty scoreboards
disappearing in Argentina
Junta censored political arena
thirties in unCivil Spain
civilian Kurds brutally slain
hoofed sweeping Mongol hordes
more acts of unspeakable words
empire master warrior race
atrocities in another place
American Indian genocide
just no safe place to hide
whole world has cornered hate
too many places to enumerate

stage left or stage right
they march to hot spotlight
loudly shouting soliloquy
to continue on this MUST be
hard stance must be taken
all our enemies are forsaken
right here, left to rot
who's to die, matters not
the only matter is to win
being "them" a mortal sin
their extermination justified
that's why they all have died

our love thrown in burial pit
hateful abomination to commit
no place for a brother's love
righteously we kill the dove
religious or atheist in belief
all who live, share the grief
our hearts with hate defiled
differences want to be reviled

shown the way that love returns
with forgiveness mankind learns
from age-old prophets lessons
give our enemy honest blessings
love brother human as our own
peace and charity in kind shown
whatever love we give away
can make tomorrow's peaceful day

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love and hate cannot coexist in
the same soul at the same time

© agoodguy2have 2010-12-15

nearly the same is mattered mastication
thinking like chewing needs some tooth
just like a rational reasoned rumination
for gaining nourishing thought of truth

Descarte would welcome what's for dinner
well balanced in hedonism and discipline
take hearty thought began the beginner
desire to know all things is not sin

he thought he knew what made him René
what was to his mind an obvious thought
it could not have been any other way
was the deeper meaning that he sought

into arithmetic space he laid a grid
Cartesian coordinated analytic geometry
still, so much more he said and did
today places you and I to the Nth degree

modern philosophy begins with Descarte
as back from dark ages civilization came
a firm foundation to make a fresh start
thought and reason have never been the same

spiritual leaders took a more heavenly stand
what perplexed then, obvious now of course
he overcame with logic, on the other hand
remember to recall Descarte before de horse

recollect his best mantra "Cogito ergo sum"
"I think, therefore I am" his wisdom become

© agoodguy2have 2010-11-30

ever notice how bad ideas make good stories
remember how you told your Mom that you'd
be right home after school but went trestling
instead with Johnny and Lawrence and you ran
like a fearful wind when the train caught up
and any one of you could've been funeral fodder

or like the time your brother swore that you
should go tell that girl how you really felt
and the red-faced humiliation that heated you
he and you laugh now and the story is great
but a small part of pride never forgets

remember how those two boys offered to take
you and Belinda and Mary Jo to the beach that
hot hot swimsuit summer day and you all jumped
into that old beat up station wagon, the blonde one
drove until the beer ran out and so did the road

recall the wind when you grunted over the rise
with full pack and half full canteen you thought
"join the army see the world" and that great
feeling of being so alive just seconds before
the sunlit flash blasted you into Walter Reed

Johnny said he knew a guy with a sure thing
but to keep quiet 'bout it 'cause...you know
and Johnny himself put up his house and
didn't even tell his wife...well ex-wife...
you shoulda listened to me back then man

we could be much worse considering everything
for the foolish things we contemplate and do
without thinking of all branches of the tree
of decisions that in twenty-twenty rear view
seem so obvious to prideful or mortal danger

in the end we reach some storied epilogue
rocking back-n-forth quietly now, just us,
you and me here, after the good laughs, and
good times, smiled tears running, why oh why
did it happen that way...i can't believe it

© agoodguy2have 2010-12-01

tell me a story
........with honor and glory

might detail a beginning
........as the tale starts to spinning
introduce the main character
........and a kindly caregiver
the mild-mannered breadwinner
........maybe a wicked stepsister

going on to elaborate
........as events begin to exacerbate
a tale of deception,
........some peoples connections
old love's lost theme,
........the protagonist's dream

faced-paced with action,
........some dark opposing faction
drama continues toward climax
........antagonists plan dastardly acts
plot takes an unexpected twist
........surprising addition to the grist

it all depends on the voice
........that is used in the choice
of the direction of chase
........excited brisk pace
the car careens off the road
........in seconds likely to explode

the antagonist's sinister smile
........while abducting innocent child
she goes sadly pulling
........leaving us readers all onlooking
disbelieving we look on aghast
........'til the hero comes at last

so all can breathe deep with relief
........as antagonist flees in disbelief
and the near-sainted mother
........finally falls for none other
than the one who before she had smited
........but now she is clearly delighted

and they walk arm, in arm, in arm to

........The End

© agoodguy2have 2010-12-02

oh life what matters in the end
ol' Sol rises, arcs over, descends
all hate and love are but a blink
in larger schemes of time a wink

time approaches an ending encroaches
a dark full view, whole moon turns new
and shadows disappear in the night
no form of light to reference to

that all souls walk into twilight
after a lifelong experienced time
wiser became from sweet afflictions
taken for truth well past the prime

in crisp clear corners of my eyes
i see the autumn of our lives
what happened last repeats repast
in wake of death, past last breath

oh, lay my bones on plains unknown
bleach them out to shades of cream
let them dry as life goes by
my spirit may wander a soulful dream

© agoodguy2have 2010-11-29

your sweet behind alluring me up your stares
i want you in the worst way, first today
then again tonight, before the morrow
oh moan your sweet morning moan in the hay

and take my hardened desires to heart
pleasures of flesh so tactile to sense
savour the salt, peppered and smoky
my passion arises without pretense

though virile my favour of your physique
i cannot, but admire with lustful desire
your form, your build, your whole mystique
you quite simply set my world on fire

baby you know and can surely relate
nature's innate force a natural selection
the drive is too strong to penetrate
your tongue a living sweet confection

desires many of eloquent voice and pen
i rhapsodize and sing in so many ways
i want your loving again and again
my lust, your love, to coin a phrase

© agoodguy2have 2010-11-29

everything since my time did begin
has been of import for me, from within
that is to say, that all i have felt
has been inside where emotions dwelt

this life, it's light shined on today
whether felt to be good or bad, is okay
experience has shown a valuable meaning
perhaps my deeper purpose is gleaning

all the lessons that we all go through
sad puffed eyes and laughs that accrue
as we meet those whose life we love
within our dreams and think the world of

there too, are those we cannot hold a care
who make us frustrated and full of despair
they too must make way for their lesson
and discover what to their life is a blessing

i want to experience all the good of this life
but know that balance asks equality of strife
so i greet this day, as so often before
make the best of today with no guarantor

© agoodguy2have 2010-11-27

he pecks about his bower
pushing at seeded possibilities
pulling parts out, rearranging
trying to find all the shining
bits and specks of light that
might entice his beloved to
come to his wing and fly
to a new formation, his
wing woman, tip to tip,
a feather away, soaring
south to warmer winds
where fruits of love ripen
and cornucopia spills all
that is needed or desired
before their grounded life
deep blues are only a sky

© agoodguy2have 2010-11-28