wayne-h-colegate - Hello Poetry

A Self Warning Anxiety pulls at my soul on a daily track I try with all I have to stand and fight back. The cause is a relative unknown they say But that is not an answer to make it go away It steals my appetite and a lot of my sleep It digs a hole in my hole that is very deep It also brings fear of an enemy I can’t see It’s a terror of things that may never ever be How long can a man who is old and weak Wait in solitude looking for the cure I seek I won’t harm myself is what I want to say But then the fear says there may be a day. This is my warning to all who may care I promise to make every attempt to be there WHC….02/25

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Jun 9, 2025

Jun 9, 2025 at 11:59 PM UTC

A Self Warning

A Self Warning Anxiety pulls at my soul on a daily track I try with all I have to stand and fight back. The cause is a relative unknown they say But that is not an answer to make it go away It steals my appetite and a lot of my sleep It digs a hole in my hole that is very deep It also brings fear of an enemy I can’t see It’s a terror of things that may never ever be How long can a man who is old and weak Wait in solitude looking for the cure I seek I won’t harm myself is what I want to say But then the fear says there may be a day. This is my warning to all who may care I promise to make every attempt to be there WHC….02/25

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Summer slowly sneaks away and leaves behind dreams Could it not live on forever and stop my winter screams The cold burns into my bones and makes life whine I want the warm sun, green trees and the evening shine The heat warms my bones and gives me life and hope In the winter cold my heart will simply sit and mope I have had repairs and promises and I want to believe But is this quick fix up job simply a magic reprieve Pondering possibilities becomes a daily chore But somehow I hear destiny knocking on my door I can’t really tell if the news is what I want to hear But my aching heart says the end is very near.

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Oct 1, 2024

Oct 1, 2024 at 10:48 PM UTC

Summer's Demise

Summer slowly sneaks away and leaves behind dreams Could it not live on forever and stop my winter screams The cold burns into my bones and makes life whine I want the warm sun, green trees and the evening shine The heat warms my bones and gives me life and hope In the winter cold my heart will simply sit and mope I have had repairs and promises and I want to believe But is this quick fix up job simply a magic reprieve Pondering possibilities becomes a daily chore But somehow I hear destiny knocking on my door I can’t really tell if the news is what I want to hear But my aching heart says the end is very near.

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The little man stood upon a hill, for it was all he could climb, He lived upon the low land and his world was built on rhyme All his words found a way to touch each other and cry When tears were not the daily plan then words became so wry. He stood upon his hill, with his small and battered hands, wishing for the ocean view and the feel of burning sands. The sun was just above him and stars were there at night, but all the world around him seemed to block his sight. Sometimes magic would arrive and touch his wounded soul, but there was no constant answer, he was never to be whole. Why stand upon the hill they say, there is no answer there He would not give an answer, he knew they didn’t care. Days go by as does the clock and all the blowing dust, the world still changes colour, it turns to bitter rust. The little man on the hill watches it all in shame, He sees that rhymes won’t cure the world, life is just a game.

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Jul 3, 2024

Jul 3, 2024 at 12:57 AM UTC

The Little Man

The little man stood upon a hill, for it was all he could climb, He lived upon the low land and his world was built on rhyme All his words found a way to touch each other and cry When tears were not the daily plan then words became so wry. He stood upon his hill, with his small and battered hands, wishing for the ocean view and the feel of burning sands. The sun was just above him and stars were there at night, but all the world around him seemed to block his sight. Sometimes magic would arrive and touch his wounded soul, but there was no constant answer, he was never to be whole. Why stand upon the hill they say, there is no answer there He would not give an answer, he knew they didn’t care. Days go by as does the clock and all the blowing dust, the world still changes colour, it turns to bitter rust. The little man on the hill watches it all in shame, He sees that rhymes won’t cure the world, life is just a game.

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Often times at my dreadful old age I wonder at my value My worth is something that may at this stage still be due What might I do to fix this world or even this tiny home Would anyone even notice if my soul decided to roam Our value is determined but what we can contribute Not by the anguish or pain that we may distribute I have not the courage to simply fly to that place Where all the worthless will sleep and take up space So I find myself inflicting nuisance on those I love Where I have never fit like a warm winter glove Perhaps the latest sneak attack on my very being Will allow me the simple privilege of finally seeing Maybe at last end my brutal waste of time and air I wonder then will anyone with a mind really care Like millions of others in my sad world of fear and doubt I must wait and see what wondering about value is really all about WHC 2024

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Jul 3, 2024

Jul 3, 2024 at 12:48 AM UTC

Value

Often times at my dreadful old age I wonder at my value My worth is something that may at this stage still be due What might I do to fix this world or even this tiny home Would anyone even notice if my soul decided to roam Our value is determined but what we can contribute Not by the anguish or pain that we may distribute I have not the courage to simply fly to that place Where all the worthless will sleep and take up space So I find myself inflicting nuisance on those I love Where I have never fit like a warm winter glove Perhaps the latest sneak attack on my very being Will allow me the simple privilege of finally seeing Maybe at last end my brutal waste of time and air I wonder then will anyone with a mind really care Like millions of others in my sad world of fear and doubt I must wait and see what wondering about value is really all about WHC 2024

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Time tends to twist and bend the gentlest of thoughts it seems we want more of it even during the painful times. Time and light are the currency of life, if we have both we can spend hours watching the long road ahead of us. Do not take either for granted, do not squander this treasure. It may be fine to share or even teach the skill to others as long as you recognize what you have and how long it will last. This road we walk is a different length for each of us be aware of how far you are from the bridge of finality. Grasp each moment no matter the pain or pleasure involved and do all within your power to preserve each second of that event. Spread your ideas and plans to those you love and care for hope that they follow the plan as you have and perhaps reach that bridge at the same moment sharing a smile and love.

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Jul 1, 2024

Jul 1, 2024 at 11:55 PM UTC

The Plan

Time tends to twist and bend the gentlest of thoughts it seems we want more of it even during the painful times. Time and light are the currency of life, if we have both we can spend hours watching the long road ahead of us. Do not take either for granted, do not squander this treasure. It may be fine to share or even teach the skill to others as long as you recognize what you have and how long it will last. This road we walk is a different length for each of us be aware of how far you are from the bridge of finality. Grasp each moment no matter the pain or pleasure involved and do all within your power to preserve each second of that event. Spread your ideas and plans to those you love and care for hope that they follow the plan as you have and perhaps reach that bridge at the same moment sharing a smile and love.

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Each time it gets harder to dig up words with real meaning I feel like an actor walking in to his first screening. Its not important to anyone but me what I stumble to write It is sad in this bitter world that finding words is such a fight I want the trees to be greener, the flowers to last longer I want the sky to stay blue and my mind to stay stronger I want illness to just simply leave town for ever more Just leave my life and on the way out don’t slam the door I want to give more to the ones that I love so much I want them closer to me daily so I feel their touch It seems I have an awful lot of wants within my soul When I find them all I will finally feel somewhat whole. WHC….2024

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Jun 11, 2024

Jun 11, 2024 at 1:02 AM UTC

Wants

Each time it gets harder to dig up words with real meaning I feel like an actor walking in to his first screening. Its not important to anyone but me what I stumble to write It is sad in this bitter world that finding words is such a fight I want the trees to be greener, the flowers to last longer I want the sky to stay blue and my mind to stay stronger I want illness to just simply leave town for ever more Just leave my life and on the way out don’t slam the door I want to give more to the ones that I love so much I want them closer to me daily so I feel their touch It seems I have an awful lot of wants within my soul When I find them all I will finally feel somewhat whole. WHC….2024

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Please keep the noise down I’m trying to grow old It’s hard and it’s painful and wickedly cold. I need more flowers, more brilliant green trees More people around who stop and say please. Let’s have some music and don’t let it stop Crank up the volume, don’t dare let it drop. Each day a new wrinkle with a memory to match I try to recall the story and reach for the catch So often I miss it’s just too far away Yet memories we grab, have so much to say Please help me remember and bring back the day When words were my friend, with something to say. Please don’t be angry if I can’t speak your name I see your eyes and the soul is the same. Please forgive me for not being with you I’m not far way and there’s a lot you can do.

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May 9, 2024

May 9, 2024 at 2:40 PM UTC

Please

Please keep the noise down I’m trying to grow old It’s hard and it’s painful and wickedly cold. I need more flowers, more brilliant green trees More people around who stop and say please. Let’s have some music and don’t let it stop Crank up the volume, don’t dare let it drop. Each day a new wrinkle with a memory to match I try to recall the story and reach for the catch So often I miss it’s just too far away Yet memories we grab, have so much to say Please help me remember and bring back the day When words were my friend, with something to say. Please don’t be angry if I can’t speak your name I see your eyes and the soul is the same. Please forgive me for not being with you I’m not far way and there’s a lot you can do.

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As years and days pass by and leave small shadows I spend more and more time buried in angry fear At an advanced age I struggle running through meadows I also find that daily I fight to hold back the odd tear Am I sad am I afraid or do I have a hidden foe If I continue to fight on daily can I win this fight Is there ever a victor in a war without any woe As an old an battled man in ill repair I try to plan my battles very carefully and few But then my old confusion proposes a dare

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May 7, 2024

May 7, 2024 at 1:12 AM UTC

Confusion

As years and days pass by and leave small shadows I spend more and more time buried in angry fear At an advanced age I struggle running through meadows I also find that daily I fight to hold back the odd tear Am I sad am I afraid or do I have a hidden foe If I continue to fight on daily can I win this fight Is there ever a victor in a war without any woe As an old an battled man in ill repair I try to plan my battles very carefully and few But then my old confusion proposes a dare

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Old eyes stare at faded walls, A glance at a landline maybe for calls Yesterday crosses the line of sight But disappears in a heartbeat like a fright Its been so long and it burns in red Starting now to wonder about all the dead. A little music and a little beer for some Anything that makes an old soul numb Plants grow while they stare at the sun Some of us worry that life is now done Darkness brings no sudden reprieve But sometimes sad memories will leave Morning always brings more of the same We look around and wonder who’s to blame Kids are gone and I am in the dark Sometimes a call, a token, cold and stark They take another soul away, I listen I close my ancient eyes as they start to glisten. Maybe it’s not an ending but a start To teach all the young ones to have a heart. Lonely is in the rear view for all of us When we are carried out we won’t make a fuss.

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May 7, 2024

May 7, 2024 at 1:11 AM UTC

Life

Old eyes stare at faded walls, A glance at a landline maybe for calls Yesterday crosses the line of sight But disappears in a heartbeat like a fright Its been so long and it burns in red Starting now to wonder about all the dead. A little music and a little beer for some Anything that makes an old soul numb Plants grow while they stare at the sun Some of us worry that life is now done Darkness brings no sudden reprieve But sometimes sad memories will leave Morning always brings more of the same We look around and wonder who’s to blame Kids are gone and I am in the dark Sometimes a call, a token, cold and stark They take another soul away, I listen I close my ancient eyes as they start to glisten. Maybe it’s not an ending but a start To teach all the young ones to have a heart. Lonely is in the rear view for all of us When we are carried out we won’t make a fuss.

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Together in Age Deeper then the cracks on the summer sidewalk yet strong as the wind that the heat will share and set. That is the tune of our long lasting hands in chains and the description of all our loving pains. Words are weak and never tell the story. yet pictures cannot either they would be too gory. All there is stands before us in a picture of gloom One of us will go soon and leave a lonely room.

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Jul 28, 2023

Jul 28, 2023 at 3:38 PM UTC

Together in Age

Together in Age Deeper then the cracks on the summer sidewalk yet strong as the wind that the heat will share and set. That is the tune of our long lasting hands in chains and the description of all our loving pains. Words are weak and never tell the story. yet pictures cannot either they would be too gory. All there is stands before us in a picture of gloom One of us will go soon and leave a lonely room.

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