Joe Cole

Joe Cole Jan 2015

MUCRO

I read your poem of a few days ago
And yes I was amazed at your command of language
BUT
Is that really what we want for this site
Honestly I don't think so
I don't detract from your ability in any way
But being a simple person I probably understood
About one word in three
I view this site as a venue where writers of all abilities
Can post their work and be judged fairly by their peers
You are a great supported of Carvo
And he has the right to express his views
Despite the fact that WE the MAJORITY find them offensive
In short allow us the MAJORITY to decide on what we like
Allow us to hit the like button
Allow us to be us and do not mock
The ability of us, the average writer
Do not measure us against your own ability

Joe Cole Jan 2015

In Defense Of Carvo

Are we unjust in our biased views of this man?
Yes
Because we do not understand, do not comprehend
Just what Thee Artiste has to offer
A man of modesty, humility
A man fit to take up quill and ink
This sad and lonely unloved man
Reaches far the beseeching hand
Of friendship
We,we privileged few, we who swore to help
Those so deprived
Of litery and poetic skill
That we should now turn the scornful back
Upon one who does so sadly lack
The art with brush and pen
And so I call upon you my poetic friends
To turn the cheek and make amends
For the insults that we threw
So spread wide your arms
Make free the welcome in your halls
Invite the master through the door
Then kick a Carvo in the *****

Hmmmm

Joe Cole Jan 2015

March Toward The Guns

March smart to the beat of the drums boys
March toward the sound of the guns
There's a battle yet to be fought boys
Before we can return to our homes
The dead now lie in rows boys
Cut down by the shot and the shell
But the enemy will turn and run boys
When they hear the rebel yell
Find the courage in your hearts boys
Although this day is lost
You fought and died so bravely boys
Was it really worth the cost?
So few of us are left boys
Sorely hurt, ravaged by pain
So many of us died boys
For what? For us there was no gain
Mothers, wives and sweethearts boys
In so many homes do grieve
They said we would be in for three months boys
Now so many will from here never leave

Rest In Peace boys

Joe Cole Jan 2015

leave behind the city lights

Get ye now from the city
And smell the country air
Turn your face to the falling rain
Taste the freshness there
See the stars bright in the sky
Unblemished by city smog
Listen to the sounds of night
In cold fresh crystal air
Feel the crackle of the frost
On grass instead of pave
The place where the pace of life is gentle
And you'll go later to the grave
Watch the sun rise on a frosty morn
Colors city folk rare do see
Hear the blackbirds wake up call
Ring out in air so cold and clean
Linger here yet awhile
For there is no rush to leave
Leave your polluted city streets
And walk the country lanes of green

Leave behind the city lights

Joe Cole Jan 2015

Chefy Stuff

Yeah I can do the Chefy stuff
Food art on a plate
It makes the perfect picture
And the flavors are so great
You can pay a fortune
To eat a meal like this
But
I'd much rather sit down
To a plate of fish and chips
Or
In these months of cold, of wind
Hours of sleet and snow
Nothing else is better
Than a nourishing bowl of stew
Rough diced meat
Ten kinds of veg simmered for hours on the hob
Thick rich gravy and potato mash
Now that really does the job
Now that is food to keep you warm
Keep winters assault at bay
Something to be eaten at any time of day
Yes I can do the Chefy stuff
And for you that might be just fine
But give me the rustic country foods
I'll take that every time...

FOOD, FOOD, FOOD

Jan 2015

Carl Joseph Roberts

I Know My Work Is Done

I Know My Work Is Done

I looked down in pure amazement
And watched my son arrive
Counted all his fingers
To make sure he was alright

I would sit with him for hours
And rock him through the night
And I wondered how the child I held
Would somehow change my life

He would place his tiny hands in mine
So I could guide him on his path
Would not be afraid to tell his friends
How much he loved his dad

I remember him requesting me
At all his high school games
And when he'd see me in the stands
There'd be a smile there on his face

I would give to him all he needs
To help him grow into a man
Made sure he knew to show respect
And to lend a helping hand

He would ask for my opinions
On events within his life
And wanted me to stand with him
As he married his new wife

Now he looks down in pure amazement
As his new born son arrives
I watch him counting fingers
To make sure he is alright

I know now how he changed my life
As I watch him with his son
I can see the love that they share
And I know, I know my work is done

Carl Joseph Roberts

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Joe Cole Jan 2015

Scammer Alert

rosalinederricksylbert @hotmail.com

I would post her pm here but I don't know how to copy and paste on this thing but the gist of the message is

Contact me through my private email address so that I will send you my pictures and introduce myself to you. I also have some important information I will like to disclose to you

Scammer warning