#kim
Her words of inspiration she speaks with her pen
My heart worries of her absence and Longs to see her amongst us again
The friend I found in her is so very special and rare
I Pray that she knows how much we all care.
It’s been five long months since she has reached out to me
I miss her advise and encouragement you see
This woman my eyes have never seen or voice I’ve never heard, became one of my dearest most cherished friends
Kim Johanna Baker, I pray that you know how much you are loved before you time on this earth ends
If you can read this but are to Ill to respond
I thank you for all your words that have touched my soul and for a sister like bond
I know your spirits were darkened by so many things out of your control
There is not nor will there ever be a more loving, caring woman with an angelic soul.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
How can it be that my heart aches for someone I’ve never met yet feel as if I’ve known forever.
It’s as if our souls are attached through words typed and traveled all the way across the sea .
What is this, is it real, can it even be?
My friend lays in her bed only to await her journey to end.
As these thoughts race me to tears of the thought of her gone yet we have never even met
What is this, is it real, can it even be
A gut wrenching sadness that won’t go away, it’s as if I see her eyes I’ve never even seen and can feel her pain and her sadness as she lay in her bed to meet her fate,
What of such a force that is between us could allow this bond of two lives yet my eyes have never met her existence nor hers have met mine
What is this, is it real, can it even be,
Is this woman from across the sea my angel or am I to be hers, for we share so much likeness in our lives and things of our past and agree of things of this world most know nothing about,
Whatever it is or how it was meant to be I feel her in my heart and know she feels me
Whatever it may be it is more than real until we meet one day, I will always love you my friend across the sea.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 8:15 PM UTC
Forge a destiny
and just let go of any
of my negativity
Listen
Please
Please
Listen
What rolls off of my stupid tongue
is never meant to cause
You're better than that
you are so loved
and along with your lows
there will be highs
and balance is the right
Nothing more
Everthing less
INTENSE
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 7:59 PM UTC
the insane pain
that just never
relents
i love you
but before you became my world
there were things
that i became enslaved to
and i'm sorry
but you're still my heart
my love
the one real thing
i cling
to for hope
helps me cope
makes me believe
i don't
need
the dope
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
Got so much stuff
penetrating my brain
Activists, blacktivists
my little girls pain
that I have caused
her pause to success
Stop the blame game
Prepared instead for the
sweet accolades
of your future around you
Life is short
Make it easy as you can, love
I can sit here all day and night
to tell you why
to stop dwelling
and start loving
But then I get so mad
when you can see me
The opposite of what you should be
Freedom is not a word
It's a choice
You've got it
Use it
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 7:36 PM UTC
Just one piece,
to contribute to this fabulous, wondrous world
Something to treasure
Something to remember
A piece of music
A picturesque piece of art
Save a life
Give some hope
To capture a smile
To the heart of another
Just to give,
is my only endeavor
Take all you want from me
If it makes you happy
That's good for me
The missing piece
From the puzzle of life
Lies buried an hidden
Down in the core of my soul
Where my heart beats vigorously
And seemingly endlessly, though potentially
Trying to expose to my brains
Stubborn ego
The creativity that lies within
Buried and hidden
In the core of my soul
My good ol' soul
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 6:18 PM UTC
Please don't call me to tell me nothing
When I ask you where you are,
I don't want to hear "somewhere"
When I ask what you're doing
I don't want to hear "something"
Keep in mind that I did not call you,
and if I had it would be for a purpose
Your elusiveness evades and insults me
If you have no trust in me as a friend,
Then why do you call..
Out of boredom of loneliness?
I know you are aware of my feelings,
Are you aware of how tender they are?
These little things to you...
are all so big to me,
I take it all so personal
No more can my precious heart bare burdens,
I'd rather not hear you call at all and just miss you -
rather than be taunted and haunted by you
If you are my friend,
Then trust me,
I can take you further than you have ever been in your life,
I can make you hear the stars not just see them in the blackened sky
I can show you the choreography done in a flower's dance.
Rather than just see a flower and smell it,
I can give you special magic,
If you have faith in me
And bring you closer to your material needs...
Push you towards your goals and help you achieve them...
And take NO credit when you attain them,
With me by your side... Be assured that you will attain them
My drive is unsurpassed no matter the mountain...
I can climb it...
I've done it for myself, soared with the eagles,
Only after slinking with the snakes and sinking with the lures of life.
Now it's only my pleasure to serve others,
If you have no trust in me, no faith, no belief...
Then I cannot make magic for you, nor bring you relief
from troubles sorrows and pain, nor show you how to enjoy and embrace the rain and terrain of life...
So you can hold fast to the good things when they come.
I have no way to prove to you what it is and what it's all of.
I can only tell you that my loyalty does not come easily
Nor in abundance,
But if you have it, which Paul, you do indeed,
then stop and listen to the music of the stars
watch the flowers dance...
And know with confidence that whatever your cravings on this silly earthly plane are... that your goals are achievable with me as your friend.
And if you choose another path
And choose not to trust me
Then don't bother me
There are other people
That can utilize this unique potential of mine
So all I'm asking is...
PLEEZE, don't waste my time...
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
The ****** is in hospital with full blown [illegible] one year later
One year ago today
I killed the rose
Because something was wrong
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC
A SINGLE yellow rose
tipped with pale burgundy
scented with the bitter sweet
from being plucked too young
STRONG PENETRATING THORNS
****** halcion, alcohol, tuinal
CRACK *******
A ****** sweats on the ragged black leather couch
sick, whining,
in the dismal grey vampire apartment
Something smells
Something is eerie
Something is wrong
Good! You're home with the outfits
there's a knock at the door
Good! the stuffs here
let's drown in the chemical reprieves
because,
Something smells
Something is eerie
Something is so wrong
The relief sets in fast and I can relax a bit
Hey, where'd the rose come from?
"IT'S FROM ME BABE, HAPPY VALENTINES!"
Something smells
Something is eerie
Something is desperately wrong
IT'S TIME FOR ME TO leave, I KNOW THAT I MUST go
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 5:56 PM UTC
Money;
So temporal
helps us forget our morals
The damage it causes
contracts & clauses
people starving while others feast
without conscience, the evil beasts!!
That is the preoccupation in our world
Money;
confusing, making life all
twisted & twirled
Surely you can't compare it
To Gods eyes in the stars
His heart, the moon, sweet sister
Moonshine
Guides us in such a tormented world at such a darkened time.
Can you buy the sun?
Can you purchase the planet of love?
No,
But you sure do your best to pay for this destruction above
Money;
a horrid corruption
when all we really need is love
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
I can write you a song
or a lullaby
Fill your heart with fury
Or fill your eyes
with tears
little one
Whatever comes outta
my fateful
mouth
I can slow down
and write what I mean
I love you
I'm proud of you
And in those awkward
silences
At times I blurt
something stupid
like a stock ****
Pump start the conversation
ease up the awkward silence
Watch the fight begin
in observation
**** my spoken word
and love what I do mean
Child of mine
What I mean
is I love you
so so much
(I know)
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
Laying on the grass beginning yet another stressful day
Thinking, thinking, things – working my under-developed brain
Worrying, letting the insecurities of life and society eat away at my soul
Then I felt the hand of God warm my skin with the sun
And I got a chance to experience the music of the master
The calm, quiet almost still waters gently washed upon the shore
And in the distance in all directions I could hear the echoes of people content
A laugh, hear a child’s happiness ever reverent while the sun enlightened me
And soothed the coldness I had felt for so long
People to the right of me were celebrating an anniversary
And they began to sing, a large family in harmony
To the beat of the quiet shore, to the rhythm of the seagulls above
children in the distance were everywhere but the tiniest baby in arms was contented
and for a few brief minutes nothing meant anything.
Everything was light and warm
Some pages of the book on the blanket on the grass begin to flap in the mild breeze and I drifted
Drifted away from the uncaring hopeless society I’ve been a part of forever
And upon waking I realized how unimportant the pressure of it all really was and is
The clouds carried me to a place in my spirit
Where I began to understand how irrelevant it all really is
and showed me my character in strength and lightness
they gave me wisdom to be able to not care so much about it all
they made me clear on what’s important like the love, the music, the children, the laughter and the light and warmth that surrendered me…. That Day.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
Historic day for the world today
As Trump and Kim sign away
Nobel Peace prize guaranteed for Trump
As North Korea will rise out of their sanctions slump
Nuclear disarmament surely on its way
But to me it just feels like I'm watching a screenplay
Dennis Rodman a friend of both
A great sportsman but a bit of an oath
But what if it was all a total farce
Trump phoned Kim said test those nukes and make things worse
I'll then scream and shout and call you names
Don't worry if internet is full of our memes
The world will sanction you it'll look really bad
It'll be ok mate soon we'll both be glad
We'll both back down and agree to meet
I'll sort it out and send you a tweet
Then in Singapore we'll sit down together
And people will talk about us more then the weather
Without the charade it would have never been allowed
We'll do it in front of a nice big crowd
North Korea will surely come out of poverty
And the world will avoid our prefabricated atrocity
Is the world now a safer place
I'm still not convinced for the human race
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
As her words grab my heart with each and every message or poem I read,
It truly saddens me to be so far in distance, I can't offer her what she may need.
Never have I layed my eyes upon her, I can only Invision her beauty by her poems and words of wisdom.
Her soul sweet as the blooming flowers and heart as pure as gold.
It's as if her soul is that no less than angelic as she has touched many on this site and more.
What saddens me is soon she will no longer be with us as her illness is growing worse day by day,
My Dearest Kim Johanna Baker, there will be a sadness and void on this site and in my heart the day the Lord takes you away.
I hope that she may see this before it's her time to go, for when the other angels come for her I want for her to know.
The impact her sweet soul has left for all of us here on HP, some more than others , some of you like me.
So if you would or care to join me in my dedication to a very loving soul that makes this site so pleasurable, feel free to leave a comment below.
We love you our dear friend , our dear friend Kim!
Please feel free to repost this for the ones I don't know
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
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The Instigation:
Edmund Black, commenting on “weary weighted,”
I agree with Kim; This is poetry at its best :)“
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*both of you shush!
there is no “better” in poetry
mine yours theirs, alive or not,
just gasps tears and blood
whimsical smiles and isles
cuts and burns of pained revelations,
hidden in fog,
that words try to delete away,
through the shrouded mists of
human tissues,
unconstrained by the
bounded shape
of the human cell,
our first, our own
self-imposed jail
tissue, too,
baby soft, or,
purple beating majestic bruised blotches
by those weaklings whose
kindness never
fully developed;
or old man mine whose
skin cells erodes, so poems and light
weary weighted, lightly flake off
for your “betterment”
mostly tho for worse
good humans all await,
in patientce lightly hidden,
residents of dark sunspots
in the glaring existence exposer
of the unlit lighthouse whose time will come
they get it
how we get there unimportant
get there
GET THERE
get there
that is the poetic
mission critical
no path best or style preferred-
no compare just, but,
any path that
lifts and elevates,
to the commonplace*
the common place
*where all costarred, universal,
where common is the temple mount
of highest praise, holy smoke rising,
a place that
that discloses and closes,
is scribed/described honestly as
a connective,
which is the simplest
successive
call my poems,
blessedly common!
that an honorable,
so gladly accepted
and
so much more meaning-full
than merely best or better*
for that,
I’d gladly weep,
for no praise
ever been
bettered
8/2/18 406pm
on the jitney to my isle
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
if Trump and Kim can reach an amicable agreement
it will go down in history as quite an achievement
may they temper the past language of dispute
to accomplish a calming that's so resolute
the Korean Peninsula needs men of level head
who'll bring to the region not a threatening dread
these talks they'll be taking part in
are the path toward a positive win
Singapore shall host this most sensitive event
which will determine the issues of crucial extent
with both men being unpredictable in persona
the world anticipates a concordance of corona
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
(a salvation for my then junior high school youngest daughter afflicted with cognitive dissonance, who over the intervening years (mor'n half dozen Earth orbitz ago), I dashed off this poem witnessed nothing short of miraculous transformation evinced and witnessed by profound learning displaying significant aptitude cognition).
twas spawned fondness
for above named young lady,
when she got assigned
to thine offspring
a glint of genuine virtue grew
into shimmering orb
of brilliant radiance
if accorded sound - would ring
the tune of countless angels,
which imagined beatific,
Democratic, fantastic...sounds
generated via many wing
heavenly music filling
cosmos with joy as august aural,
choral, epochal...tones
would zippily zing
from across universe
spurring one me silly mortal
to contrive this verse
attempting to capture her
aura, charisma, enigma...purse
sue wing dynamic link
with progeny did nurse
emotional and spiritual value
dedication she did immerse
latent social services skill
plus natural radiance
a blessed hire
at Central in Norristown, Pennsylvania,
whose visits i miss lyre
plucking voice
stilled concern for precious Shana Punim,
who aspires to challenge and grow
this father may spill tears
his lessoned fatherhood role
n'er did aye tire
and glad fate that though our paths
will probably not criss cross
curiosity will gnaw within noggin,
and possibly rub raw minor loss
viz, the persevering
maiden USA touch of Kim
lichened to moss
in her rooted cultivation of care
toward biological lass a lucky toss
of the genetic combination
from Matthew
and Abby Harris our jewel
shimmering facets of luminescence
reminding me human
gem stone a kool
aid - priceless staff member
of human league,
whose golden presence doth gently rule
without doubt a beloved
unbridled priceless counterpart
some lucky guy
pledging his troth yes – she yule
see stars in her eyes
no doubt disappointment
felt by other guys
envious of he,
who snagged Kimberly Hartzell
so worthy and wise!
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
you.
puppy eyes.
you.
a smile that cured my sadness.
you.
a presence that made me feel okay.
i laid in bed almost every night,
fighting with the night sky named you.
i tried to comfort myself with the thought that things and myself would never be the same again.
for when it rained on saturday,
i couldn't say i enjoyed it.
everything reminds me of you which is okay,
but it keeps hitting me that you're
not here.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
Aduring profane, Love,
Lite unto Thee,
Whose brightness details
Fathomless Heart,
Brilliance, dispelling
Bricks of illusion,
Walls of delusion,
A mind's cell,
Awakening One,
Adhering sacred, mundane,
Neither here nor there,
Am I?
reality
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 9:27 PM UTC
the ones of courage
stood up to bravely defend
they saw that injustice
was in need of amend
others looked away
not seeing an infraction
yet the valiant warriors
forwarded into action
they dared to do
what was right
and didn't shun
the just fight
showing conviction
was JAX and Kim
who stood up to advocate
for the apt Jim
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
you made me laugh,
you made me smile,
while you were hurting inside
all this while.
i just wish i knew more
when you were still breathing
now all that's left
are our grieving
wherever you are now,
i hope you're happier,
i hope you achieve optimum
i hope your smile is brighter
it will always hurt,
knowing you chose this path
and knowing i couldn't help
nor could anyone do 'nough
kim jong-hyun,
there will not be a day
the world doesn't mourn
there will not be a day
your sacrifice go unseen
there will not be a day
i won't miss you.
rest in peace,
my dear childhood idol,
you did well,
you did well.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 3:06 AM UTC
You were once my star and you’ll always be
I hate to say this as I fear
Fear of love, Fear of life
Fear of everything you remind me of
You once gave me the light
But now you’re gone, You shine so bright
You’re now a star within the sky
Looking down with those wonderful smile
You must’ve suffered a lot behind those smile
You must’ve cry a lot during the nights
Pretend to be happy for those in needs
While you succeed to hide your emotion beneath
I’m so sorry I can’t be there
When you’re in need I am nowhere
I wish I knew that you’re hurting
Because it’s hard to know that you’re suffering, alone
Please be happy when you’re on your way
Way to the most beautiful place
With No regret or tears on face
Because you deserve it all the way.
You must’ve been so tired with all your hard works
You can rest now, you’ll no longer hurt
Be happy from above
Because that’s what we want as a shawol.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
KIM JONG UN IS ROCKET MAN
PRESIDENT TRUMP IS TINY DANCER
ELTON JOHN IS VERY HAPPY
NOW ALL WE NEED IS PRANCER
ARE THESE TWO GREAT MEN
SMARTER THAT WE THINK
ALL THESE REFERENCE TO ELTON JOHN
WILL PUT US ON THE BRINK
CROCODILE ROCK AND THE
CANDLE IN THE WIND
WHAT WILL THE WORLD THINK
WHEN NEITHER ONE WILL WIN
TRUMP CHRONICLES amazon.com
THIS ONCE AGAIN IS A VERY SMART POEM THEY JUST COME TO ME
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 11:11 PM UTC
I was captivated,
Mesmerized by her beauty on this Bronx bound 5 train.
I drowned in her green eyes and did not care to breathe.
Her ***** blonde, bordering brunette hair waved perfectly.
Everything about her was beautiful.
To say I was nervous would be an understatement.
I didn't dare to tell her how radiant she looked.
Another missed connection on a subway line heading uptown.
Hopefully I will see her at Wall Street again.
It isn't likely, but I would like to redeem myself.
Or at least say , "Good morning."
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC