some might seem like they're written in haste
I always write them as I think
Or they are lost, if I stop to blink.
I write only of what I know
How I feel or how my day has been
You're free to comment or criticize
But I can not make a poem from the life I have not seen :o)
I have been told that my poems are infantile but I can laugh about that, pity he can't :o)
All my poems are copyright registered and protected
on the edge of good sense and
in the darkest corners of reason.
Holding the blade that will slice flesh and free the tortured mind
if only for a minute or two.
but tears of anguish will not ease the troubled thoughts.
the wounds and hold your tongue.
don't wish to cause worry or alarm to those you love and who love you,
were you just to realize it.
Don't bear your burden alone
Those who care
help to save you, if only
A cry for help from silent lips
Blood dripping from numbed finger tips
Bleeding out the quiet pain
Feeling so alone again
Dragging blade, to cut life out
Raging words, shy mouth, won't shout
Left, abandoned, frightened child
They never meant to drive you wild
Clothes all askew
and your lipstick's not straight
Standing on the corner
to be hired for a "date"
Pawed at by men, so desperate,
they can't wait,
To fill the void in your senses
with the illusion you create.
Playing the master,
is how they get their kicks
You do as you are ordered,
just to get your next fix.
Bruised and defeated,
the deepest scar's, in your mind,
Life on the streets
was never going to be kind.
Business quickly concluded,
money's thrown down on the floor
Your latest chance to find oblivion
just walked out of the door.
For now, your craving's sorted,
a moments joy rains from above
But your heart is filled with emptiness,
for on the streets,
you'll find no love.
He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Joe has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Veteran died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Veteran died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of a Veteran
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?
The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary Veteran,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever-waffling stand?
Or would you want a Veteran
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Veteran,
Who would fight until the end.
He was just a common Veteran,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.
For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Veteran's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A VETERAN DIED TODAY."
Gone but not forgotten
Now your special day is here
That we all love and miss you
Is still so very clear
We can't throw you a party
Nor sing out birthday cheer
But we'll send our heartfelt prayers to you
And wish you were still here
Happy Birthday To A Very Fine Gentleman
Perhaps it could be called impatience
But a lifetime of waiting sometimes needs a quick fix
The right person is not always in the right situation or place at the right time but cravings need to be dealt with and lust needs to be sated
I crave your time and attention as much as I want your tender touch but you seem loathe to give it, Someone else was not
It was only when I stopped and thought of you that my desperate need became patient and my temptation ebbed away
Are you happy that I waited?
There are places
I'd much rather be
Than sitting alone,
just drinking tea
Wondering is this my life,
Or will you one day
be here with me?
You could have defended my honour
But sir knight, your horse has just bolted
You could have protected my feelings
But your conscience was not to be jolted
You could have defeated my fears
But you turned and fled at the first sign of tears
You could have just been there for me
But you decided that was never to be
Perhaps I don't live up to the lady from your past
Was I just the stop gap, you knew wouldn't last?
Time to decide if you want to be free
Do you want me, are we to be?
Adrift on a wave of emotion
Splashing through tears and drowning in fears
Clinging to the life raft of hope
And wondering if I've reached the end of my rope
Or if I'll ever find love and devotion?
Am I just sinking and overly thinking
Where is it that I go from here,
Should I paddle like hell, hoping all will be well and the rock that is you will hold dear?
Adrift on a wave of emotion
I need you to reach out and save me with your love and devotion
I want for you to be clear
And rescue me, saying mine's unwarranted fear
Cuddle up tight now, give me hope,
Show me that we have a whole lifetime of rope
To bind us together, paddling oceans forever
And whatever our storm, we will cope!
Always on the outside
I won't beg to be let in
To a relationship, doomed to failure
Before you ever let it begin
We waltzed straight into the drudgery
Of domesticated "bliss"
You sit happily by, like royalty
While I expected more than this
Cooking, cleaning, washing up
Part of my daily grind
Where's the affectionate attention
You promised that I'd find?
You make me feel unwanted
Like I'm just getting in your way
Refuse to make me feel special
And I'll just end it, now, today!
Two years now, since you were here
Fine Gentleman, we still hold you dear
Loving and caring, always true
Fine Gentleman, we all miss you.
Impeccably mannered and smartly dressed
Intelligent, you passed every test
You'd always come running, should we call
Ready and willing to help us all.
Fine Gentleman, through good and bad
Resting in peace, your loss so sad
We'll meet again one day, it's true
Until then, fine Gentleman, we still love you.