john-m-douglas - Hello Poetry

up B-re-- a]k \i\ ng Is hard . She asks me, “Why?” Then comes the L o n g pause. I don’t have an answer for her I think I do… I don’t want to say So I just stare At her teddy bear, Lying there On the cold tile floor. Its on its back, Arms and legs spread Like it’s f a l l i n g Into a dark void, An unfathomable \ / \ / abyss I don’t even know if it’s a girl or boy But its stomach is bulging… Is it pregnant, or does it have kidney disease? Perhaps… It is reaching the bottom of the pit, Where falling victims meet poison-tipped s-p-e-a-r-s--- Maybe… The bear is removed from time, captured in a still photo [Paused] During the moment of impact When… Its life flashes before its eyes And the spears begin to penetrate and pierce through its back, Tearing, first, through the worn outer layer, Once touched by loving hands Then… Stabbing through the puffy cotton insides, Where a heart should be And there The bear lies Without Any hope Or reason to Live. It’s life And I can only watch And feel As this poor creature Goes through its unbearable Pain… Of suffering, of dying… On the inside, I have no answer

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC

john-m-douglas

Teddy Bear

up B-re-- a]k \i\ ng Is hard . She asks me, “Why?” Then comes the L o n g pause. I don’t have an answer for her I think I do… I don’t want to say So I just stare At her teddy bear, Lying there On the cold tile floor. Its on its back, Arms and legs spread Like it’s f a l l i n g Into a dark void, An unfathomable \ / \ / abyss I don’t even know if it’s a girl or boy But its stomach is bulging… Is it pregnant, or does it have kidney disease? Perhaps… It is reaching the bottom of the pit, Where falling victims meet poison-tipped s-p-e-a-r-s--- Maybe… The bear is removed from time, captured in a still photo [Paused] During the moment of impact When… Its life flashes before its eyes And the spears begin to penetrate and pierce through its back, Tearing, first, through the worn outer layer, Once touched by loving hands Then… Stabbing through the puffy cotton insides, Where a heart should be And there The bear lies Without Any hope Or reason to Live. It’s life And I can only watch And feel As this poor creature Goes through its unbearable Pain… Of suffering, of dying… On the inside, I have no answer

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Every day… We walk Every day… They ring *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Through the auburn haze of fall, The piercing chills of winter, The misty spring mornings… The stubborn sound waves drill through the air, As we trudge, scurry, and mall-walk. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Sometimes, I feel like they taunt me, As I race to class-- My mind going faster than my body… s t i m e C r ile la t e HomEwoRk! sses s I can handle it. At least I think I can… Take it bit by bit, Become more of a man *** For now, I just have school to deal with Bummm! And the reverberations of stress Echoing through time BUMMMM!!! Oh, the bells of Doane College… Merrill will never stop ringing

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC

john-m-douglas

The Bells

Every day… We walk Every day… They ring *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Through the auburn haze of fall, The piercing chills of winter, The misty spring mornings… The stubborn sound waves drill through the air, As we trudge, scurry, and mall-walk. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Sometimes, I feel like they taunt me, As I race to class-- My mind going faster than my body… s t i m e C r ile la t e HomEwoRk! sses s I can handle it. At least I think I can… Take it bit by bit, Become more of a man *** For now, I just have school to deal with Bummm! And the reverberations of stress Echoing through time BUMMMM!!! Oh, the bells of Doane College… Merrill will never stop ringing

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The master’s chain, a spider’s web Leaves only stems Bug trapped and taken Then the fall comes The bronze anchors drop And splash into frozen water Carrying the ship with them

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC

john-m-douglas

"The master's chain..."

The master’s chain, a spider’s web Leaves only stems Bug trapped and taken Then the fall comes The bronze anchors drop And splash into frozen water Carrying the ship with them

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i’m a nuisance, warm to the touch yet I’m bile, releasing pungent fumes reeking of filth recognized but avoided nothing **** excretory waste always left behind

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC

john-m-douglas

“I feel like ****

i’m a nuisance, warm to the touch yet I’m bile, releasing pungent fumes reeking of filth recognized but avoided nothing **** excretory waste always left behind

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I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights Scattered within an endless space. Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night To fathom these ancient beings, so high Is a custom of ours, a meager race. I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights We’ve pondered and gazed, so moved by the sight. We’ve mapped and journeyed upon our world’s face. Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night Seeking knowledge and truth, our minds take flight. In time, perhaps, we’ll match their pace. I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC

john-m-douglas

"I moon..."

I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights Scattered within an endless space. Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night To fathom these ancient beings, so high Is a custom of ours, a meager race. I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights We’ve pondered and gazed, so moved by the sight. We’ve mapped and journeyed upon our world’s face. Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night Seeking knowledge and truth, our minds take flight. In time, perhaps, we’ll match their pace. I moon at the trillions of twinkling lights Through holes of a blanket, they shine in the night

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It’s okay, we’re all the same It’s money, power, and pleasure we crave Do you want to play the game? Just climb the golden ladder of fame And defeat your foes with deceitful waves It’s okay, we’re all the same. Fun, it sounds, and thrilling its frame To feel the rush of a rewarding haze Do you want to play the game? Come along, jump on the train Go rung by rung, and others, don’t save It’s okay, we’re all the same The corporate sneers and stressful strains Are benefits until the grave Do you want to play the game? Please, come and join the fun and pain What’s real to us is not a daze It’s okay, we’re all the same Do you want to play the game?

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC

john-m-douglas

“The game”

It’s okay, we’re all the same It’s money, power, and pleasure we crave Do you want to play the game? Just climb the golden ladder of fame And defeat your foes with deceitful waves It’s okay, we’re all the same. Fun, it sounds, and thrilling its frame To feel the rush of a rewarding haze Do you want to play the game? Come along, jump on the train Go rung by rung, and others, don’t save It’s okay, we’re all the same The corporate sneers and stressful strains Are benefits until the grave Do you want to play the game? Please, come and join the fun and pain What’s real to us is not a daze It’s okay, we’re all the same Do you want to play the game?

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The sounds are waving within and throughout my being – They soak and seep below the skin and skull. Into my brain, the blood infuses the hull And breaches the mind with melodies so freeing. Reverberations vibrate downward, beating In time with cardiovascular booms and tolls – A throbbing pulse, like stomping hooves of bulls That charge through streets, to chase the fleeing People of Spain – an adrenaline rush Injected by vein, the song of reality. If senses fail, will truth be cast away – Released from the shackles of needy minds? I’ll hush And listen and cry inside this fallacy In sorrow and joy, I will sing and embrace the day.

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC

john-m-douglas

"On music"

The sounds are waving within and throughout my being – They soak and seep below the skin and skull. Into my brain, the blood infuses the hull And breaches the mind with melodies so freeing. Reverberations vibrate downward, beating In time with cardiovascular booms and tolls – A throbbing pulse, like stomping hooves of bulls That charge through streets, to chase the fleeing People of Spain – an adrenaline rush Injected by vein, the song of reality. If senses fail, will truth be cast away – Released from the shackles of needy minds? I’ll hush And listen and cry inside this fallacy In sorrow and joy, I will sing and embrace the day.

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What is... A question Language of unknowns Fear and doubt clash Time Fades A Way Answer Learn, grow, move, act, live Keep going

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May 13, 2013

May 13, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC

john-m-douglas

What is

What is... A question Language of unknowns Fear and doubt clash Time Fades A Way Answer Learn, grow, move, act, live Keep going

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Inventors of the past Curators of the future Writers, speakers, dreamers, Teachers of great potential. They have read, written, Shared the bountiful food of wonder -Unable to be conceived- Only partially decoded Who are we To take the reigns of such magicians? To think innovative thoughts, To uncover precious words hidden by the legendary dust of rustic times, To transform, evolve, bend the titanium frames constructed by gifted architects, To be new Defiant, different Right or wrong?

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May 13, 2013

May 13, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC

john-m-douglas

Are we who?

Inventors of the past Curators of the future Writers, speakers, dreamers, Teachers of great potential. They have read, written, Shared the bountiful food of wonder -Unable to be conceived- Only partially decoded Who are we To take the reigns of such magicians? To think innovative thoughts, To uncover precious words hidden by the legendary dust of rustic times, To transform, evolve, bend the titanium frames constructed by gifted architects, To be new Defiant, different Right or wrong?

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Happy, how to be Challenging, it will seem Twisting and turning, roads will keep Faith and love are the keys

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May 13, 2013

May 13, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC

john-m-douglas

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Happy, how to be Challenging, it will seem Twisting and turning, roads will keep Faith and love are the keys

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