tim-gronek - Hello Poetry

RAINING TEARS It starts with thoughts from the past Sort of like a play with a violent cast You never know how it will begin All you know is you can never win The actors turn out to be people you know They consistently hurt you when you are low There are put downs and fights to lower your self esteem They become common place and can bring you to your knees Your body looks for ways to deal with the impending pain It’s one of the only ways you just might remain sane Like a hot kettle with its lid about to blow You have to let the pain out before you explode First one tear, followed by tears two and three Streaming down your face setting the pain free Pretty soon a flood of tears start to fill your weary eyes Much like the heaviest rain that is going on outside Let them fall, let them come as much as you can Don’t try to stop them thinking crying isn’t for a man A good long cry can release the pain you feel While at it, there’s a good chance you might begin to heal

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Oct 16, 2013

Oct 16, 2013 at 11:07 AM UTC

Raining Tears

RAINING TEARS It starts with thoughts from the past Sort of like a play with a violent cast You never know how it will begin All you know is you can never win The actors turn out to be people you know They consistently hurt you when you are low There are put downs and fights to lower your self esteem They become common place and can bring you to your knees Your body looks for ways to deal with the impending pain It’s one of the only ways you just might remain sane Like a hot kettle with its lid about to blow You have to let the pain out before you explode First one tear, followed by tears two and three Streaming down your face setting the pain free Pretty soon a flood of tears start to fill your weary eyes Much like the heaviest rain that is going on outside Let them fall, let them come as much as you can Don’t try to stop them thinking crying isn’t for a man A good long cry can release the pain you feel While at it, there’s a good chance you might begin to heal

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INVISIBLE It’s difficult to be invisible to most I have become quite adept living as a ghost I never felt wanted as a child There were feelings of pain that weren’t so mild Being the middle child you get lost in the mix Like an old watch that loses time with each one of its ticks You pinch yourself just to make sure you are alive It feels like the sting of a bee from a nearby hive Yes, you are definitely alive and real Why is it others cannot tell how you feel Sitting all alone curled up in a ball I just want to be recognized; that’s all Throw me the ball just once I say Don’t pick me last when it comes time to play I am here in front of you waving my arms as much as I can It’s no use, you still don’t see me the way I had planned I’ve learned to deal with being hurt and left out It comes from years of crying no doubt If I could ask for just one thing as I pray It’s for someone to finally listen-I have much to say

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Oct 8, 2013

Oct 8, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC

Invisible

INVISIBLE It’s difficult to be invisible to most I have become quite adept living as a ghost I never felt wanted as a child There were feelings of pain that weren’t so mild Being the middle child you get lost in the mix Like an old watch that loses time with each one of its ticks You pinch yourself just to make sure you are alive It feels like the sting of a bee from a nearby hive Yes, you are definitely alive and real Why is it others cannot tell how you feel Sitting all alone curled up in a ball I just want to be recognized; that’s all Throw me the ball just once I say Don’t pick me last when it comes time to play I am here in front of you waving my arms as much as I can It’s no use, you still don’t see me the way I had planned I’ve learned to deal with being hurt and left out It comes from years of crying no doubt If I could ask for just one thing as I pray It’s for someone to finally listen-I have much to say

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CUTTING I cannot hold things in much longer-this I know All feelings of anxiety, anger and fear must go I sit on the edge of my bed just wondering how Having an urge to get rid of these feelings right now But, how, what am I to do I need to think things through In time an idea will come to me That will set these horrible emotions free Suddenly, I look down and see a box on the floor What it contains is a single item and nothing more I lift the box and bring it up to the bed I do it very quietly and nothing at all is said The box contains a knife that is brand new I open it and stare at it knowing what I must do I take the knife out while opening its blade, too I could feel the adrenalin rushing-this was nothing new First one cut, then two as they started to bleed The release of pent up emotion is what I need I get a tissue to soak up the blood that I see It’s through these cuts my hidden emotions are finally set free

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Oct 8, 2013

Oct 8, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC

CUTTING

CUTTING I cannot hold things in much longer-this I know All feelings of anxiety, anger and fear must go I sit on the edge of my bed just wondering how Having an urge to get rid of these feelings right now But, how, what am I to do I need to think things through In time an idea will come to me That will set these horrible emotions free Suddenly, I look down and see a box on the floor What it contains is a single item and nothing more I lift the box and bring it up to the bed I do it very quietly and nothing at all is said The box contains a knife that is brand new I open it and stare at it knowing what I must do I take the knife out while opening its blade, too I could feel the adrenalin rushing-this was nothing new First one cut, then two as they started to bleed The release of pent up emotion is what I need I get a tissue to soak up the blood that I see It’s through these cuts my hidden emotions are finally set free

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THE ROAD WE WERE MEANT TO TAKE Is anyone ever truly happy or content? Just as one thing goes right another is apt to go wrong Setting one back further on the road from which he came Taking the proper steps back can seem, oh, so very long. Yet, we travel that road where we started Over and over again to make all things right Our determination is bound to get the best of us We will not fail if we choose to use all of our might Once we get over that bump in the road We can continue on in any direction we choose We’ll never know what is in store for us next Stepping carefully forward-we have nothing to lose Yes, we may trip, fall, or even get lost But, we must continue walking on this particular road of ours As the good Lord wanted us to use it to move forward Knowing we’d be carrying our heaviest burdens hour after hour When we fall, He will be there to pick us up He built the road so He knows where we will falter He will get us safely to the end of our road As long as we worship Him at the foot of His altar!

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 3:39 AM UTC

The Road We Were Meant To Take

THE ROAD WE WERE MEANT TO TAKE Is anyone ever truly happy or content? Just as one thing goes right another is apt to go wrong Setting one back further on the road from which he came Taking the proper steps back can seem, oh, so very long. Yet, we travel that road where we started Over and over again to make all things right Our determination is bound to get the best of us We will not fail if we choose to use all of our might Once we get over that bump in the road We can continue on in any direction we choose We’ll never know what is in store for us next Stepping carefully forward-we have nothing to lose Yes, we may trip, fall, or even get lost But, we must continue walking on this particular road of ours As the good Lord wanted us to use it to move forward Knowing we’d be carrying our heaviest burdens hour after hour When we fall, He will be there to pick us up He built the road so He knows where we will falter He will get us safely to the end of our road As long as we worship Him at the foot of His altar!

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THE POWER OF THE ROSE I never know when they will appear I am always pleasantly surprised when one is near Their color, their beauty, their shape and form Are all individually unique as they are born Sprouting and budding all over the bush There is more room needed so one bud needs to push The wind comes along and the bush begins to bend Making more room for the buds-there is no end First one opens, then two, and three Their petals are just bursting to be set free Here comes number four, five and six Adding even more color to the already beautiful mix Their beauty is in stark contrast to their many thorns Their scent fills the air once they are born Such beauty and elegance are not to be missed Make sure smelling the roses is on your list ST Therese knows the value of the rose She places them near us as we doze When we awake and see one of these special flowers Know that ST Therese has been by-taking our grief away with kindness and power

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC

The Power of the Rose

THE POWER OF THE ROSE I never know when they will appear I am always pleasantly surprised when one is near Their color, their beauty, their shape and form Are all individually unique as they are born Sprouting and budding all over the bush There is more room needed so one bud needs to push The wind comes along and the bush begins to bend Making more room for the buds-there is no end First one opens, then two, and three Their petals are just bursting to be set free Here comes number four, five and six Adding even more color to the already beautiful mix Their beauty is in stark contrast to their many thorns Their scent fills the air once they are born Such beauty and elegance are not to be missed Make sure smelling the roses is on your list ST Therese knows the value of the rose She places them near us as we doze When we awake and see one of these special flowers Know that ST Therese has been by-taking our grief away with kindness and power

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THE MORNING SUNRISE Sable is lying on top of me digging into me with her claws This can only mean morning is here as she swipes me with her paw Get up Daddy- It’s time to go on our walk That’s what she’d be saying if she could only talk Misty Grace is watching all of this unfold She lets Sable do the ***** work if the truth be told We’re hungry and it’s time to rise and shine Get up now or we will all be behind Half asleep I get up and start my day My two little girls just want me to play It takes food to quiet them both down Misty barks; Sable cries-welcome to my world of morning sounds I grab the leash and call out Misty’s name It’s time for our walk-every morning is the same Misty takes the lead as Sable takes up the rear The three of us walking-our destination is near I look up to the sky seeing the sunrise with all its beauty As Misty Grace and Sable take care of their morning duties God has painted a beautiful sunrise with the stroke of a single brush As we enjoy it, the three of us realize we are no longer in a rush!

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC

The Morning Sunrise

THE MORNING SUNRISE Sable is lying on top of me digging into me with her claws This can only mean morning is here as she swipes me with her paw Get up Daddy- It’s time to go on our walk That’s what she’d be saying if she could only talk Misty Grace is watching all of this unfold She lets Sable do the ***** work if the truth be told We’re hungry and it’s time to rise and shine Get up now or we will all be behind Half asleep I get up and start my day My two little girls just want me to play It takes food to quiet them both down Misty barks; Sable cries-welcome to my world of morning sounds I grab the leash and call out Misty’s name It’s time for our walk-every morning is the same Misty takes the lead as Sable takes up the rear The three of us walking-our destination is near I look up to the sky seeing the sunrise with all its beauty As Misty Grace and Sable take care of their morning duties God has painted a beautiful sunrise with the stroke of a single brush As we enjoy it, the three of us realize we are no longer in a rush!

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THE GRAND OLD TREE As I enter the park I see this majestic tree All alone standing there so very strong and free It’s as though a magnet draws me there Knowing I have a weary soul to bare I think of the generations of people it has served Standing there with its many limbs being so curved Kids playing, shade offered, picnics beneath Dogs sniffing, grabbing a scent from the grass underneath What this tree must have seen in all these years Children climbing, lovers underneath sharing their tears Drug deals, dogs fighting, random *** Never knowing what it might see next This strong humble tree is over one hundred years old It holds a multitude of secrets if all be told It never makes a sound as it stands there all alone Unless the wind stirs up causing some wonderful tones I can go to this tree to meditate and escape my daily life While others have come to it to carve their initials with a pocket knife Whichever you choose this old tree will be there for you Just walk on over to it- You have nothing to lose

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC

The Grand Old Tree

THE GRAND OLD TREE As I enter the park I see this majestic tree All alone standing there so very strong and free It’s as though a magnet draws me there Knowing I have a weary soul to bare I think of the generations of people it has served Standing there with its many limbs being so curved Kids playing, shade offered, picnics beneath Dogs sniffing, grabbing a scent from the grass underneath What this tree must have seen in all these years Children climbing, lovers underneath sharing their tears Drug deals, dogs fighting, random *** Never knowing what it might see next This strong humble tree is over one hundred years old It holds a multitude of secrets if all be told It never makes a sound as it stands there all alone Unless the wind stirs up causing some wonderful tones I can go to this tree to meditate and escape my daily life While others have come to it to carve their initials with a pocket knife Whichever you choose this old tree will be there for you Just walk on over to it- You have nothing to lose

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LIFE AS I KNOW IT I was born not knowing what tragedy my life would see At first things seemed just as pleasant as they could be But something was wrong-I could feel it deep inside As the years went by, all I wanted to do was run and hide My mom left me when I was nearly five years old Her death really traumatized me if the truth be told I saw her lying in her bedroom dead on the floor Taking her own life; I couldn’t handle it anymore I withdrew for my own safety into a shell My life had just become a living Hell We were never to bring her up anymore It was as though she never was-it hurt me to the core My sister Sue decided she couldn’t cope She turned to liquor and pills for some kind of hope Tragically, she died at forty three from the work of her own hands It was more tragedy and sadness than I could truly stand Not more than two years later-the month being the same My brother Mike starved himself to death-what a shame He had so much to live for if he would have opened his eyes It was so **** difficult for me to say my final goodbyes So, you see, my life is far from what it used to be My heart and soul ache as I pray on bended knee God, please watch over me as I continue down my road Help me to move forward as I carry this very heavy load!

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC

Life As I Know It

LIFE AS I KNOW IT I was born not knowing what tragedy my life would see At first things seemed just as pleasant as they could be But something was wrong-I could feel it deep inside As the years went by, all I wanted to do was run and hide My mom left me when I was nearly five years old Her death really traumatized me if the truth be told I saw her lying in her bedroom dead on the floor Taking her own life; I couldn’t handle it anymore I withdrew for my own safety into a shell My life had just become a living Hell We were never to bring her up anymore It was as though she never was-it hurt me to the core My sister Sue decided she couldn’t cope She turned to liquor and pills for some kind of hope Tragically, she died at forty three from the work of her own hands It was more tragedy and sadness than I could truly stand Not more than two years later-the month being the same My brother Mike starved himself to death-what a shame He had so much to live for if he would have opened his eyes It was so **** difficult for me to say my final goodbyes So, you see, my life is far from what it used to be My heart and soul ache as I pray on bended knee God, please watch over me as I continue down my road Help me to move forward as I carry this very heavy load!

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SABLE She came to us needing a new home A stray that was tired of being on the roam She was hesitant at first to get very near But in time she got over this fear It started with her following Misty and I She’d walk behind us keeping a close eye Everywhere Misty and I went she was there They really made quite an interesting pair She’d get closer and closer as days went by I wish she’d let me pet her I would sigh Then one day she let down her guard For her to do so must have been hard As I went to touch her she started to purr It was her way of thanking me-you kind sir From that moment on she became a true friend I knew I’d take care of her until the very end Her coat and color made Sable the perfect name With lots of love and reassurance she became quite tame She will forever be a part of our family for years to come She will never have to worry again about being lonesome

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC

Sable

SABLE She came to us needing a new home A stray that was tired of being on the roam She was hesitant at first to get very near But in time she got over this fear It started with her following Misty and I She’d walk behind us keeping a close eye Everywhere Misty and I went she was there They really made quite an interesting pair She’d get closer and closer as days went by I wish she’d let me pet her I would sigh Then one day she let down her guard For her to do so must have been hard As I went to touch her she started to purr It was her way of thanking me-you kind sir From that moment on she became a true friend I knew I’d take care of her until the very end Her coat and color made Sable the perfect name With lots of love and reassurance she became quite tame She will forever be a part of our family for years to come She will never have to worry again about being lonesome

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MOM Where have my memories gone? We were out playing on the lawn. I struggle for any memory other than that day. Nothing comes to me except them wheeling you away. There you were lying dead on the floor. We could see you through the glass in the door. We thought you were sleeping and fell off the bed. It never occurred to us that you were dead. Why did you leave us all alone Mom? That morning everything seemed so calm. There are so many questions I want to ask of you. You were erased from our memories as far as everyone knew. What would you say was your favorite food? What kind of music would calm your mood? What was your favorite color or even your favorite flower? Which Bible verse had the most power? What color was your natural hair? Would you have fun and take a dare? What color were your beautiful eyes? What were your favorite things to buy? The list of questions I have goes on and on. They run through my mind from night until dawn. I wish I could come up with a memory of you. Other than seeing you dead, and being wheeled away, too. Why did you abandon us on that July 4th day? Leaving us with Dad thinking we’d be okay. You mentioned you were despondent and hated who you’d become. Without the comfort of your touch-we had all become lonesome. Oh, what I would give to have you here today. So much has happened and there is so much I want to say. It’s been a lonely, rough life for me if you only knew. I wish I could give you a great big hug and say I love you! Please watch over me from above. All I want is to feel your love. Keep me close and in your heart. No one will ever again keep us apart!

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC

Mom

MOM Where have my memories gone? We were out playing on the lawn. I struggle for any memory other than that day. Nothing comes to me except them wheeling you away. There you were lying dead on the floor. We could see you through the glass in the door. We thought you were sleeping and fell off the bed. It never occurred to us that you were dead. Why did you leave us all alone Mom? That morning everything seemed so calm. There are so many questions I want to ask of you. You were erased from our memories as far as everyone knew. What would you say was your favorite food? What kind of music would calm your mood? What was your favorite color or even your favorite flower? Which Bible verse had the most power? What color was your natural hair? Would you have fun and take a dare? What color were your beautiful eyes? What were your favorite things to buy? The list of questions I have goes on and on. They run through my mind from night until dawn. I wish I could come up with a memory of you. Other than seeing you dead, and being wheeled away, too. Why did you abandon us on that July 4th day? Leaving us with Dad thinking we’d be okay. You mentioned you were despondent and hated who you’d become. Without the comfort of your touch-we had all become lonesome. Oh, what I would give to have you here today. So much has happened and there is so much I want to say. It’s been a lonely, rough life for me if you only knew. I wish I could give you a great big hug and say I love you! Please watch over me from above. All I want is to feel your love. Keep me close and in your heart. No one will ever again keep us apart!

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