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Jan 2019 · 115
hear me
ROBERT W KODAMA Jan 2019
I scream
                 I scream

I scream your name
into the empty
moonlight
by the cold firelight

I scream
just to hold you
tight

to be dancing in the broad daylight

scream with me
scream by my side
scream for the hours
lover must suvire

by the cold fire light
Mar 2018 · 185
bil's jacket
ROBERT W KODAMA Mar 2018
dear sir,
this was my jacket, a fine coat it is.
it held me tight an kept me from fright.
in the wind we would go, bright sun would shine down as I'd
cruise all over town.
I'm gone now, the coat hangs limp.
a constant reminder to my wife so fine of the life I left behind.
I plead with thee,
do not tread my path.
not a poem, just a open letter to the unknown other
Dec 2017 · 234
Woe #3
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2017
Woe lone beach travler
The anwser you seek
Is much to deep
For i am only the sea

I can only cover an mask
Your burning question
you must ask
Will never be answered
while you hold so fast

For i am only the sea
I can not carry thee
Cast it away
And do not stray
This is the only
way.
Dec 2017 · 248
The sea replies #2
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2017
As i walked
I talked a lot
Questions asked
The sea at last
Replies so fast
You can not hear with thine ear
You must see past
The last
Tear
For dont you see, that taste of salt is me
in you
I am you
You are me
We walk together
Im all about you
You will last forever.
Dec 2017 · 204
The sea #1
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2017
My mother the sea
She waits to be with me
The sand so deep
Grabs ahold of me
Filtering my soul
While exfolateing the old
My mother the the sea
Cant you see
I need thee
I see the sea as part of me
With its salt upon my lips
I embrace its new day
For i have been washed away
...
.. just two quick minutes. Work it over for me TonyaRiddle. Its missing the refreshed , the return . There is something lacking that only you can fill on this eve of the greatest gift to be recived.
Jul 2017 · 189
Dr. Jen
ROBERT W KODAMA Jul 2017
Eyes like cherry's
Skin so bruised
Weeps beside me

Salted red glossed cried in deep
Stomped to the floor
Thousand miles apart

She knows the  struggle
Right where im at.
A chance meeting
Ever so brief

Talk to her,
never heard her voice.
Picture it,
coming soft,
like trying to calm a scarred dog,
just enough hand extended,
hesitate from bit to much.

Touch of nuzzle
Bend of ear
Drop of tail
Under her palm
with just a nudge.
Ok its just a start, will twist an fix later
Feb 2017 · 230
Part1 sen 3
ROBERT W KODAMA Feb 2017
Hurry hurry take that post down
Everyone will know it's me who's to blame

It will be all over, the talk of the town
Hurry hurry take the truth down
I need a drink
Feb 2017 · 222
Part 1 sen2
ROBERT W KODAMA Feb 2017
I'm tired of these tears I cry every night,
Worried for you,
Even though your by my side.

I cannot stand the feel as they roll past my ear
I'm afraid I will drown in my pillow so damp

The look of you so still an calm
Passed out again,rejecting my arm.

It hurts to face my new day
Wish it would all go away.

Some never met my lady so true
Or dare ask why I'm so blue.

I'm tired of smelling the cheap *****
That has you so tight,
I'm tired of wishing you to pass on out
I don't know your pain or it lays in your brain
....... Stay tuned for more!
Nov 2016 · 348
Tick
ROBERT W KODAMA Nov 2016
Tick and tock
Things not forgot

Tick tock of Dads wrist
watch.
The tick an tock I hear no more.
The buzzing in my brain.
The ringing in my ear.

Sound has robbed me of my favorite part of his old wrist watch.

Just a childhood memory,of my ear pressed to Dads watch as he held my squirm to a minimum.
Allowed to cuddle an nap in the pew at church.
I would listen to the ticking of his watch,thankful of his closeness an patience.
He's gone now,i have his watch,the tick is gone, time still moves on.

Tock tick tock gone to the tinnitus.

Hashtag hearing loss is no joke.
Feb 2016 · 326
ten words
ROBERT W KODAMA Feb 2016
enablelating
devastating
cohabiting
separating
rehabilitating
med­icating
anticipating
visitating
reverlating
celebrating
sure i made up some words, and they are mine. going for my visit today, cant wait, but still worried somehow, prayn it goes right,

somebody ban the ING, i have pushed its boundaries.
and if ya'll can help with the spelln, by all means, have at it.

peace out.

p.s. first time with ten word.
ROBERT W KODAMA Feb 2016
significant other
on her journey
first of seven in blackout
with twenty-one more

only she can swim her way
out the bottle neck

treadn so long
but still ended on the bottom
would have drown
had she not been the drinker

cause the bottle is empty
if you have not found

for it was as empty as
her life
even though
i am beside her

she would have drank me too
if i had not
soured her desire

in the midst of these
flowers an sweets
of love

i bow my head alone
for a healthy wife
to come home

hated as i am
to have been the one

the demands i made
ultimatums is really
what they were

i gladly checked her in
for the doctors
to pull whats inside her

questions abound
will i still be around
could this be our end
was this my purpose
when it all began

just the lords game
to send me the broken
only to began again

is this my life
that i'm always
only a fixer

am i the problem
in the end
to be sent away
a dis-carder

rehab will tell
if this love will last
or i my be just her past
thirty days will tell

im the hubby livin rehab hell
Feb 2016 · 326
whats wrong with you man
ROBERT W KODAMA Feb 2016
have you ever thought
you were meant for greater good

that your life was
misunderstood

others blame
yet they don't know
your name

its no game
this consonant
strain

when you feel you have
no power at all
lead by the call

one women to the next
who has prayed for a man
to come
only to be called away to the next
broken soul

the drugs no longer numb  
how could i be so dumb
i'm empty inside
i'm bursting at the seams

lost and found
knock knock knock
its all in the sound

i cant tell
if im lost
or found
Dec 2015 · 676
that time of year
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
walkn these walls
lookn for eggs
that the bunny has laid
wait thats the
easter time ryme

christmas is not
God its hot

kids are all gone
its a lonely ole song

wifes at work
boss is a ****

my friend
wordvango
is having a gran time
i wish i was with him
an six gallons of cold red wine

we could drink it all night
til saint nic comes into sight

we'd stagger away
and he'd say to all
a good  night
there's you a quickie wvg
Dec 2015 · 835
Mrs. T's leaf
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
today i made

a leaf

one that will not crumple
as she twist it about

it will will not stain or fade
upon this rainy day

it's made of metal
etched with lines
built to stand the the test
of time

with two sides
for all she loved

a blend so sweet
something she won't
drop at her gypsy
feet  

placed where she will surely find
and know it's the leaf of mine.
Dec 2015 · 918
over your head
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
it's a sad tale of
deep water
small boats
big waves
surrounded by liquid
dieing of thirst

of how the dull sky
and the water line are one

how the darkness never fades away
the bio in water
the stars above
they offer no solace
your death is all thats real

the creak of the gunwale
under the strain of
four hundred feet of rope
pulled taught
by the anchor
all for not

in a trance
not a chance
to make a stance
you an the boat
in the struggle
of a dance

the same line stuck in your head

"if the ocean were liqueur
an i a duck
dive to the bottom
an never come up"

of the big waves
the inky black
when i read of the kids that get lost at sea, it brings back the memory of what happened when our boat capsized 6 miles out.
how we just drifted, it was so dark, you really have to be there to know darkness without being in a cave. but darkness without touching anything.
being hit with wave after wave, never knowing when they are coming, its an emptiness that never leaves you.
Dec 2015 · 838
jack and megan
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
Gage is so grand
a handsome young man
i can see his little wings
an halo so straight
but i think its time
for another tater to bake
so jack be quick
send her to the store
where they sell
the
leather n lace
that always puts a smile
on your face
an twist her thigh
with the gleen
in your eye
mister
we all want gage a little
sister
sweet megan sweet megan
you must play your part
jump on his lap
with all of your heart
giggle with glee
as you ride his knee
make it *****
make it hot
make ole jack
hit the right
spot
written to a friend that needs another baby
Dec 2015 · 287
split second
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
the watch on my arm goes
tick-tock
i hear
clipity-clop
it turned into
a horse pullin a cart
i feel the uneven
evenly cut boards
ouch a splinter
an all this happened
between
tick and tock
back to a watch on my arm
Dec 2015 · 452
POETS LIFE
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
the words we weave
leave us
with tears on our sleeve

we write about
without a doubt

the strife of a
tortured life

the pain of having to remain
after the loss of a precious life

cry as we go

searching for just the right word
that that dont stop the flow
pick the right word to describe
the flame of the last sunset

how to show the blind the power
of a three wave surf set
so that they can feel the crushed shells
without ever getting wet

only we can cry
on the mountain top
staring into the brilliance of
a rainbow lit backdrop

from the first spring bud
to the last crispy leaf
crunched under a babies
footstep

its not all our fault
we bring everything
to close to our heart
why
the genocide
the suicide
the killin in our street

it all aches with every
heartbreak

drugs and alcohol and pills galore
dulls the mind til
we feel no more

we spread our feelings
out with the ink
just to say
what others
cant think

this is no game we
play with words
at times i would soon as
lay upon my sword

when i die
read my words
at my graveside

read them
til not one wet eye
can be patted dry

then quietly think
i've seen his inside

into the hole i must go
wishin to play rhyme
one last time

into the dark i leave you with this
last thought
think of me
i am free
Dec 2015 · 259
Untitled
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
not so much as a poem but a quote by Richard Bach.
from Jonathan livingston seagull

we can lift ourselves out of ignorance, we can find ourselves as creatures of excellence and intelligence and skill

don't believe what your eyes are telling you,all they show is limitation.
look with your understanding.
find out what you already know and you'll see the way to fly.
Dec 2015 · 223
TIMES TOLL
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
i am no longer fleet of foot
i must finish the race
at my own pace

time has given
time has robbed
it's like i'm living
in a fog

i keep doing
as i've done
for so long

it's all i know
the same old song

sympathy i do not need
empathy is what i bleed

you will ask what i need

dignity an to let me be

dignity is all i have left
time has robbed me of the rest
if your mother lives with you, an she sweeps the floor every day, but doesn't do a very good job. she's old, but she has her dignity.
never rob her, just sweep up after her when she naps.
transfer this analogy to all parts of your life
and hopefully when you get old......
Dec 2015 · 264
I'M MARRIED
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
this ring is no chain to me
i love it on this finger of mine

this home i build
i do for us
so we wont live in the dust

the trust i show and give
i do for us

the lust is for her alone
the passion is to keep
her on her throne

the honor is hers to keep
cause if she tossed it
she knows i would weep

she guards my heart
she loved me from the start

she has a slight waddle
when she walks

shes a real duck
when she struts

hair spun of gold
and a body thats not to old

a yankee twang to her rebel yell
i'm sure when she see's this
i'll be told to go to hell
i know her all to well

for she's my odd little duck
and i dont give a .....
Dec 2015 · 266
BIG MAN
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
i long to stand in front
of this son of mine
on his way to
twenty-nine

soon to be twenty eight
that i understand his fate

it would be a lie
to say i know the
date

to show him his cross to bear
to warn him of his silver hair
to protect him
would be my goal

free him of growin old

instead i hold him tight
an hug him with all my might

for he's got the time to see
the light.
i have called my son "BIG MAN" since day one.
he has called me his ole man for a long time
done the college thing in the army revs beautiful wife ,his very own life
i'm thrilled to be part of it.
Dec 2015 · 330
TODAY
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
I stopped to take look
as if i opened a book
the mirror made it bigger
i rubbed it to make it clearer

what i saw
dang near beat all
the lines
the sag of the eye
the scar on the jaw
the crack of my craw

days of youth have slipped on by

as i sit ever so spry
careful now as to avoid another nick

i vow to never look again
in the light
ctrl+alt+delete
from my data bank
gone from this slippn mind
i will always be twenty-nine

do not receive me wrong
for i have no regret
for the scars of mine

sun and rain
strife and pain
carved this face of mine

it tells the story of
life and work
pain and strain
and worry

a life well lived
of all it and i had to
give.
sitting at work took a round make-up mirror on the blow up side and looked at me.
Dec 2015 · 300
damn it
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
**** it ,just **** IT,
choices and consequences,
that are ****** upon the young,
truth an justice never to be known.
give us insight to the gone to young.
give them hugs to do whats right,
but always know it was their lack of sight,
for the end is never right.
how does it go so far from the path?
just to end at the grave of a cold dead life
today is just a dream,
tomorrow never to be.
alone an .... how sad it must be,
pray for the family that will never see.
so many had thoughts,
of what they could be
but what could they do,
for you always knew
where you would end up
alright.
Dec 2015 · 276
sailing
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
i do not know,
i can not see,
i only use the things you bring to me.
i feel your pain,
i know the strain
shiftn winds blow us about,
i scream your name,
you can not hear

i cling so tight,
so you wont come about
  its killin me to die this way
hope is what i have
for a brighter day
i see your face,
in the leaves that twist
gone are the days we sang in the mist
i shake my fist at the lord above,
for he certainly showed no love,
that i can see.
i use my smile,
as a shroud, alone in this crowd.
i wither everyday,
there is nothing anyone can say
they only know what they see
they can not see me
i feel i have ceased to exist
so now as i twist,
with these thoughts of you
i feel you kiss, as you....as you... as you..
so i take my fist and bang your door,
where you are no more.
i stomp my feet, kick the covers
without you there are no others
i am comforted that they will never know
the pain
this hole you left is oh so real
i can not even feel
feelings robbed
so numbbed i dare not start.
......i will live as broken shells
tossed about,
to build anew
i will be someone's first sandcastle,
there first covered feet
i will sing this heart so full
then when its all so quite
i will hear you
all about.
dancing about the surf and rain
so calm again,
i can feel me
coming about
tact to the right
coming about
tact to the left
coming about
watch the the boom
we are coming about.
Dec 2015 · 356
aunt D
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
Old women dien
young baby cryn
is there any rest for the weary tonite
yes
brought by the moonlight
my head is poundn
my tears are moundn
shoutn to heaven
as i hold back the lightn strike
wheres the rest for the weary tonite
preacher may say
shes headn the other way
if thats the case
then make a place
for my withered soul
theres no denyn
so stop your testifin
the old lady is dien
309's comin on line
i can hear the whistle whine
we see the mothers worry
as the daughters hurry
line my nest
grow your roots
as time will pass
love is all that last
as i shout to heaven
why me
why me
the crazy answer
came so clear
why not
why not
so go and let it be
the end
Dec 2015 · 586
start over
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
my mind is racing
my steps retracing
the stars i'm chasing
all lead back to start
START

Heart is aching
mind needs baking
all leads back to start
need the wind
to feed me again
bring me back to
start
i got to ride
to look inside
i gotta take the time
to find the line
bring me back to
start
i'm gonna run the race
enjoy the pace
bring me back to
start
outta time
lost my mind
one more time
look inside
feel my pain
know my name
get me back to
START
win this time
its gonna be my last time
get me back to
start
lost it all
at the end of the hall
rubber room
bouncing my ball
someone make me
STOP.

— The End —