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Darkened cryptic waltz through the trees vertical limbs in liquid motion claiming ground for themselves as they please dedicated to the cause, with deadly devotion Hair dancing with a sympathetic feel side to side, back and forth, left to right Grey like flannel, black like steel Out of the day, and into night The bright tapestry of darting eyes concealing the patience of a saint The death of leporidae, a brutal demise deceptive, lying,  misleading restraint A smile reveals 42 machines for killing for stabbing and shearing, for crunching born deaf and blind, they are deaf and blind no more
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
The Wolf
You told me time and again how you did it, life I mean how you never let anything beat you, man or machine How you got sick and tired of being sick and tired you know underdog gets angry and so triumphs The innumerable possessions you acquired And I remember the feel good story of .. the guy who knew so little about a business Then went on to become a huge success and I remember everyone in town thought you were great From the homeless man on the corner, to the district attorney all you needed was a running mate I'm surprised the elbows in your shirts lasted Given all the rubbing they went through and I remember you could cook And sew, you could sew better than most women which would serve to fuel more than one smile on more than one occasion You were an admirable man, by anyone's standards I remember how you always had an answer for everything Me myself Things DO beat me sometimes for me sometimes you win, sometimes you get beat Win or lose is NOT the issue but that I have the heart to stand toe to toe with life day after day And I say that with a heavy heart because Because I've lost friends who couldn't And I get sick and tired too, but for me, sick and tired go hand in hand Like Sunshine and rain, like happy and sad Like up and down or good and bad For me, That's just life, it does that, I have two little rules #1 Don't sweat the small stuff and #2 It's ALL small stuff Business, sore subject Moving on ... Hey! I CAN tell you about being a pirate! Not a peg leg, patch over one eye kind of pirate A ship commandeering, treasure hunting pirate you should know though that I may refer to something like a bed as a "ship," and to me Not all treasure is made of gold But that's me The people in this town don't all think I'm great The district attorney certainly knows my name but, we're not friends I'm friends with the homeless guy on the corner I stuck a dinner in the microwave last night for two minutes does that constitute cooking? I haven't sewn in years And they don't let me play with guns these days, you know, since the incident  ;~ I don't have all the answers, not even close, I wish I did But then You know one thing I NEVER could get you to understand dad I'm not you
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
I'm Not You
You told me time and again how you did it, life I mean how you never let anything beat you, man or machine How you got sick and tired of being sick and tired you know underdog gets angry and so triumphs The innumerable possessions you acquired And I remember the feel good story of .. the guy who knew so little about a business Then went on to become a huge success and I remember everyone in town thought you were great From the homeless man on the corner, to the district attorney all you needed was a running mate I'm surprised the elbows in your shirts lasted Given all the rubbing they went through and I remember you could cook And sew, you could sew better than most women which would serve to fuel more than one smile on more than one occasion You were an admirable man, by anyone's standards I remember how you always had an answer for everything Me myself Things DO beat me sometimes for me sometimes you win, sometimes you get beat Win or lose is NOT the issue but that I have the heart to stand toe to toe with life day after day And I say that with a heavy heart because Because I've lost friends who couldn't And I get sick and tired too, but for me, sick and tired go hand in hand Like Sunshine and rain, like happy and sad Like up and down or good and bad For me, That's just life, it does that, I have two little rules #1 Don't sweat the small stuff and #2 It's ALL small stuff Business, sore subject Moving on ... Hey! I CAN tell you about being a pirate! Not a peg leg, patch over one eye kind of pirate A ship commandeering, treasure hunting pirate you should know though that I may refer to something like a bed as a "ship," and to me Not all treasure is made of gold But that's me The people in this town don't all think I'm great The district attorney certainly knows my name but, we're not friends I'm friends with the homeless guy on the corner I stuck a dinner in the microwave last night for two minutes does that constitute cooking? I haven't sewn in years And they don't let me play with guns these days, you know, since the incident  ;~ I don't have all the answers, not even close, I wish I did But then You know one thing I NEVER could get you to understand dad I'm not you
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Fathering a child               Does Not Necessarily Make you a father
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
Father10W
For so many years one of his favorite ways to flirt with a woman Was by telling her that she was dangerous This always got the desired response which was her asking "What do you mean?" A question she would ask with a crooked smile of course Then he'd turn his head to one side or the other Then half way back, cut his eyes to meet hers and say "You give a guy a lot to think about that's all" shrugging his shoulders and that...that was the door she was waiting for wanting to walk through So she would pose this question "Like what?" And he would get this big smile on his face and reply "I ain't sayin' a word" "No come on, tell me" She would pry, hungry now for the flattery He toyed with her "I don't want any trouble"  he'd say He was dying for trouble Thinking to himself "Come on, just a little closer" She'd get a deadly look on her face and say "Well maybe I do" and he'd smile like a king looking over his kingdom That's how it would start alright but He's in love now married to a wonderful woman and maybe he's the last of the Mohicans cause nowadays When he's propositioned, he just smiles, tugs at his wedding ring and says  "It just won't come off" It's funny Who'd have thought the day would ever come when Nobody's dangerous anymore
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
Nobody's Dangerous Anymore
See him wasted on the sidewalk, in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future, full of money love and dreams Which he spent like they was goin' outta style And he keeps right on a'changin', for the better or the worse Searchin' for a shrine he's never found Never knowin' if believin', is a blessin' or a curse Or if the goin' up was worth, the comin' down He's a poet, an' he's a picker, he's a prophet, an' he's a pusher He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's ****** He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home He has tasted good and evil, in your bedrooms and your bars And he's traded in tomorrow for today Runnin' from his devils Lord, and reachin' for the stars And losin' all he loved, along the way But if this world keeps right on turnin', for the better or the worse And all he ever gets is older and around From the rockin' of the cradle, to the rollin' of the hearse The goin' up was worth, the comin' down He's a poet, an' he's a picker, he's a prophet, an' he's a pusher He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's ****** He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home There's a lot of wrong directions, on that lonely way back home
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
The Pilgrim, Chapter 33/ Kris Kristofferson
While I was still my mothers child I was a young hell razor Out of her control I was always running wild With both guns blazing Things were real good on the whole But now I'm looking out over the edge of a lifetime And what's chilling me in my soul right to the bone Lord I never dreamed, mama I never thought that it might end like this Here on the planet Of 7 billion people and I'm all lone Somewhere down the long road My father said "just watch yourself" He said "I know you think your sly" Said "life's got it's own code" "Your heart will end up by itself" Said "life's just passing by" Of course I let it slide Cause he just wasn't me Cause I thought I knew it all Yeah I let the years go by Now I'm down here on my knees Less distance to fall Now as I look out over the edge of a lifetime It's chilling me in my soul right to the bone Daddy I never dreamed, I mean I never thought that it might end like this Here on the planet Of 7 billion people All Alone
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
Alone
I Walked into a dream of love gone by Fading through a sound that felt like you And all the fears you felt that screamed my name When you would fall down I'd see you through I built a shrine to you inside my mind Where you would dry my tears and dream of me I'd lick the flames of a love on fire   Just to know that you were there for me Day after day you were there for me I'm lost somewhere in time Holding onto you I've got to let you go All caught up in you Drift through the barren days run through the endless nights I kept your letters too I'm all caught up in you We bathed in moonlight with the curtains drawn And swore tomorrow we would be this way You said your love was one I could count on You said that if I'd meet your love half way You swore we'd never lose our way I'm lost in yesterday Holding onto you You've got to let me go All caught up in you Through all the lucid dreams, through all of loves extremes I've got to make you see You're still a part of me I catch a glimpse of you inside a sound Wish that yesterdays were back in tune Wish your heart would wander back around So I could tell you that I love you You're still a part of me
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
There you are
We hadn't been together too long Must have been all of a while There was some narcotic in her laughter Lord she had whiskey in her smile I got so intoxicated I got far too liquored up and nothing goes down smoother than a woman's smile from a velvet cup So when I saw the chance I took the shot Tied our hearts in a lovers knot But we wound up in a painful spot In a house that love forgot ... I said you're really getting to me She said this will **** the kids I told her this was gonna haunt her She told me it already did You know one thing leads to another Before you know it years have passed And with the feelings all but gone now You know the family just won't last So when I saw the chance I took the shot Left the house that love forgot But I wound up in a painful spot With my heart in a lovers knot
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
Circles
We're usually as good as our last piece of writing
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC
Just seems10W
You know what I LET you know You see what I LET you see But I never let you see ME that's far too risky You can hold my heart you can hold my hand we can make love or we can make demands We can discuss   We can converse Or I'll be the Dr. and you be the nurse ;~ But I never let you see me that's far too risky A thousand nights A thousand days A thousand times A thousand ways   We laugh we talk We dance we sing You the Queen and I the King But I never let you see me that's far too risky I'll bet you thought after all this time That you knew the reason you knew the rhyme But I HAVE not WOULD not COULD not Ever let you see me There are wolves about
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
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