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So much time on my hands
don't know what do anymore

all I have Is my poetry that takes up some my
day
I used to be so active looking after my sweetheart 24/7 there wasn't anything I wouldn't do
for
It now feels as I'm not apart of anything now desperately trying to find a reason to my still being
here
I guess It's basic survival born Into us all but I think the love that we for each
each other
never dies but only get stronger with the psssing of time the love for Helen
even though she Is gone Is
stronger
than anything In the future could possibly be and I'm happy with this to keep Helen with
me
Johnny walker Aug 21
Sometimes we travel a lonely path through life and never
seem to get a break there are the lucky and those who have no luck at
all
To me that's what life Is all about Its possible to make your own luck but probably not for me never had enough believe In
myself
A total lack of confidence
has always let me down been that way since childhood so guess thats the way I'll be staying
Now my sweethearts gone I guess I'll remain alone for Its
only with Helen I could really be what I wish is to say one final
farewell
rather have my memories
Cold days and
Cold feet
I just don't
Want to get up
Right now
Don't be sad
Or think that
I am
I'm not
I'm just tired
And frustrated
And I want to be alone
In the world
Doing what I love
I hope that's not
Too much to ask
Today isn't one hundred percent stellar, but at least it's cold where I am again. It'll only get up to 77° F today. It won't rain though. Shame.
Seanathon Jul 29
When you're tall
    You unfold like sunlight
    Stretch like silicone
    And unwind like the outstretched cobbled road

When you're tall
    (and you apply yourself)
    You become something else

    You don't just gain a strength masked dangerous, no

When you're tall
    And you have conscious opportunity
    You grow
Be It Only Sideways - GROW
When I look back on my
life and think how In the
hell did I make It thus far
for dangers I faced In
my
life but I got lucky and was saved by an Angel sent to
me In
my
desperate
hours of need when all In my life for me had become Impossible
to
focas upon when all of anything In
life for me had fallen away to where I no longer did I have any
feeling
for anything In life my Angel called Helen who took me from a life on the streets for I was
fading away to the lost and lonely diffting away
to
freezing cold wet nights on the street for my
Angel
who saved me many years later when she became sick then I found she was
dying
she returned to the place she came from when she saved me
from a life on the streets for I could do nothing to save as she
had saved me still feel bad about It now but I know
Helen
returned
to God and the place we all call
Heaven
Johnny walker Jun 18
A silence fell apon
the midnight air that crept
Its way through my
open window nothing
to be heard than ticking
of the clock on the
wall
A deathly silence now descending on my life
now alone just the tick
tick of the clock It's hand slowly sweeping Its face
Since my sweetheart left
this life
the
clock now has started ticking just for me I hear It ticking my life away as a silence
fall upon the the midnight
air there to creep slowly through my open
window
“I love you.”
“I know.”
Between the highs,
And the low,
In the times
When I’m alone,
That’s what love does.

It comforts,
And hides
In the corners
Of your mind,
Yet surprises
Just in time.
That’s what love does.

It takes
The chance
The percentage
Of circumstance,
The sacrifice
In glance,
And does what love does.

It conquers,
And pays
The cost,
Without delays,
As if it’s not much,
To stay,
Because that’s what love does.

It hugs,
It kisses,
It sees you
And misses,
Yer true love,
Rarely disses,
Because that’s what love does.
5/7/19

I haven’t written poetry in a while, even the silly, cheesy, lovey stuff. Even that used to be so simple and easy, but I haven’t done it in a while, primarily because of the most cliché reason: I’ve been too busy. My Love reminded me of what loves means, and how it supercedes that of any excuse. He does that a lot. He reminds me of the simplicities in life and helps me enjoy them. It’s just a funny coincidence how he said something that inspired me to write a poem about just that: “That’s what love does.” It wasn’t until after I wrote this that I realized all it takes is just a little of my time... If you truly love something, more than likely you can make something happen of it. I’m proud to say this was a result. Here’s to hoping that I don’t lose sight of the simple things in life, and Lord help me if I do forget by placing people in my life to help me remember.

This was written in just 7 minutes...
As I look upon my life even though tragedy has as come my way In losing my
wife I can have no regrets for what we had I would not change for
anything
But came one day out
of the blue a friend by
the name Terry although far away has bought happiness to each and every
day
She who has changed
my once so sad life In
so many ways by
chatting through emails
sent each day and has
shone a light to guide my
way where once a
world
so.dark for me Terry has bought light back to me
a light that helps through each every day the light of life that shines again
for me
A poem to thank my dearest friend Terry for all the help she has done and continues to do bless her
Left Foot Poet Aug 2018
pale dead moon

them the words heard, cloud covered, make the few streaks visible
look like mocking smiles saying see we got your numbers,  
play pale and dead you’re sure to win and add an over/under
and a trifecta guaranteed

everyone is willing to take and give you thanks
with a nice tap on the head which buys them
a grimace smile of 2 seconds recognition and
further confirms the crumbling internals
and unless you walk away,
into solitude and recall from
high school language class

répète après moi "c'est la vie,” repeat after me, that’s life

no, now,
pale dead moon,
that’s life
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