"jma" poems
Held hostage
By my hopes and dreams.
In *******
To my endless schemes.
Pray to God
That I succeed.
Then light
Another bowl of ****
JMA 2003
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 1:09 PM UTC
Look at them,
Old Bikers.
They can hardly stand up straight.
They are old bikers.
At home their wives still wait.
Candy *****
But in leather they look great!
Slick back hair
Of silver, white, and grey.
Watch them now.....
As they slowly limp away.
Yet, they simply live.....
To ride another day.
JMA
5/18/10
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Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 5:47 PM UTC
I have a computer companion,
Who is content to sit on my lap.
She studies the screen so intently,
As quickly, on keys, fingers tap.
I have a Velvet Tuxedo
Thats by my computer each day.
So small, so soft, and so comfy,
Just hanging as I sit and play.
I admit my Tux is a kitten.
White stockings, white collar, no tail.
Tiny soft paws on my keyboard
With Tux here I surely can't fail.
I have a computer companion
Who is content to sit on my lap.
My little Velvet Tuxedo
Now quietly taking a nap.
JMA
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 1:54 PM UTC
The dark poet speaks to me
In tones of negativity.
Altho, what is reality,
Is...we are what we choose to be.
We see just what we want to see,
Blind to spirituality.
In the true eventuality
Our hearts and souls and minds be free.
This is what I want to be...
Adrift in positivity!!
JMA
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 1:55 PM UTC
There once was a man,
On a high horse he sat.
Drinking his *****
He soon became fat.
He thought that he ruled
The world from on high,
Til the horse that he rode
Kicked this *** in the eye.
"You weigh way to much"
Said the horse to the man.
"Stay off of my back
Til you're a small man again".
The man puffed his chest
As he spit foul words.
The horse snorted and laughed.
He said "You're for the birds".
He trotted away,
Left the man standing there.
The man wandered in circles,
Justly going nowhere.
He kept going in circles
Til he lost many pounds.
To his surprize
The horse came back around.
Kindly he said,
As they stood face to face,
"Good thing you kept circling
Stead of standing in place.
You can get back on my back
If you promise you'll stay
As slender as that."
Soon they trotted away.
The moral my Dear
Of the story told here
Is.....
From a high horse
Is a long way to fall.
Especially, my friend
If your mind is quite small.
JMA 10/12/2011
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 8:24 AM UTC
I miss the chestnuts of my youth.
That childs innocence and truth.
I miss those walks down through the fields
And harvesting the fruit it yields.
The smell of cow manure, indeed!
That farm that met my every need.
I miss the days I had no care.
In my dreams I am still there.
Yes!
In my dreams I am still there.
JMA
7/1/10
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Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 6:05 PM UTC
Through pain, Strength is achieved.
Relentlessly, Time passes.
Love grows stronger,
Ache sinks deeper.
Mortal cup of understanding, overflows.
Forgive, be forgiven.
Reach out, be reached.
Love, be loved.
Live to die, die to live life everlasting.
In death, free from mortality.
Free from dissapointment, pain and fear.
Free to live in spiritual bliss.
Knowing is believing.
Belief is a powerul virtue.
Virtue, in essence, a healing power.
Thus, A gift of God.
JMA
Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 10:01 AM UTC
There's something 'bout the Lake that brings me solace.
It makes me want to stop and take some time.
Like it was, back in the day, when you rode with me.
Made me want to stop and write this rhyme.
The sun still makes it's glimmers cross the waters.
The sun still shines in a bright blue sky.
The trip around the Lake is still quite wondrous.
I go back to when we drove it, you and I.
Now , instead of driving back to Voorheesville,
I go home to my house thats on that Lake.
I sit in front of this, my warming fire,
Knowing that it wasn't a mistake.
The time we spent together.....finding wonder,
Seeing beauty in God's awesome world, indeed.
Though we, my friend, have both moved on,
We still share a common need.
The need to reflect upon the Spirit,
The God thats given all required.
A need for light amidst the darkness.
The will to be as He desires.
The time we spent together was a Godsend.
If we never get together, it's okay.
For what we shared, we're sure to share forever.
Yes we will, forever and a day.....
JMA 12/03/2011
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 8:42 AM UTC
Rich Grief, as Gold, a priceless weight.
Your love has reached the Pearly Gate.
The Lords forgiving, outreached hand,
Guides her to the promised land.
This broken heart, that haunts your soul,
That keeps your "Self" from being whole,
Will surely never mend complete.
Yet, you should not concede defeat,
For in Gods ***** rests relief.
Your souls touched love, however brief.
The fleeting moments were well spent.
Your time together heaven sent.
Let go the guilt, release the tears.
The days will fly, as will the years.
Then once again the joy will be
The driving force that sets you free.
JMA
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 6:52 AM UTC
The Joker, the Jack and the King
All follow the Queen.
You know what I mean?
The King, the Jack and the Joker
All wanna poker.
While the Ace, the Twos and the Threes
Just do as they please.
Ah, but the rest of the deck
Just say "What the heck?"
As they all sit round the table and play.
They all skip the strip
For they are ill equipped,
Being cards in the deck of misfortune.
JMA 2003
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 4:46 PM UTC
I watched a small ant swim the sea.
It was a wondrous thing, to me.
I saw him struggling ten feet out.
I watched him as he flailed about.
I saw how hard he fought the flow,
Then finally let the body go.
On frequent waves he floated free.
They brought him in, where he should be.
He, exhausted, sat once more
Upon the the sun warmed sandy shore.
The lesson Ant was teaching me,
As I sat watching patiently.....
I should not struggle, such as him,
Worried..... Should I sink or swim?
I should give in and let it go.
Be patient and accept the flow.
For, fighting it could surely be
The cause of what's exhausting me.
Give up, give in, just let it go.....
Patiently accept the flow.
JMA
Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 9:59 AM UTC
Extinguish my fire that oft times burns.
Bless my heart that for freedom yearns.
Do not forsake our souls who fight,
That all of us may sleep at night.
Stand strong beside those souls who serve,
To give us more than we deserve.
So many say, "Just bring them home."
Shall we leave the weak to fight alone?
Remember, all, from where we came,
We fought for freedom just the same.
What kind of people would we be,
If we did not help the world be free?
We must all share this planet, Earth,
For which the Lord gave his son in birth.
To show us we are brothers, all.
I pray thee now to please stand tall.
Bless our men and women brave,
Free your soul that you enslave.
Just give credit where it's due,
What they do, they do for you!
JMA 2003
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 8:34 AM UTC
Oh, the sadness I have lived,
That I have learned.
Every hair I sport of white
I have surely earned.
They the lives that I have loved,
That I have lost.
Yet, still I strive to love
At any cost.
This the gift, forgiving nature,
I've received.
No place to judge, have I,
For I BELIEVE!!!
All the lessons I have learned,
The tears that I have cried,
Inspired! Truth awaits
The other side.
JMA
7/9/10
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Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 5:52 PM UTC
I looked into the mirror .
Saw that I was fifty five.
I pondered for a moment
That I was still alive.
My face is still the same one,
Though lines surround my eyes.
Again I glanced back at myself
Taken with surprize.....
The curves still curved
In places that they should,
My derrier was hanging there
Looking pretty good.
I smiled to myself, to think
I've really been quite blessed
Time was kind, I still look fine
Especially when I'm dressed.
JMA c 7/15/08
Oct 1, 2011
Oct 1, 2011 at 8:38 AM UTC
While everyone is busy
Listening
To someone else's words
Set to music
I have music in my head.
Yet, No ones heard
The words
I've said.
I might as well
Be read.
But I am
Blue.
For missing you.
And life goes on.....
The world still
Turns.
My heart ache
Burns.
I might as well
Be read.
But I am blue.
For missing you.
JMA 9/9/11
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 5:44 PM UTC
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
I'm Aprochable
Love Is A Must
Ugh ***
Its Not Negotiable
I Can Spot A Ghost In A Snow Cone Bowl
Dig That 1, Thoughts Drum I'm The Anthem
Low Vibrations Their Not My Favorite
I Can't Stand Em
Electricity Misty Seeping From My ****
Thumb
I Am A Perfect Me
Minds Observing The Words I Release
With A ****** Gaze Or A Hey You
Should Take Me To Your Place
Well Then Its Time To Leave
Romance & Passion Is All Of Me
Nature Is The Finer Things
I See Magikal Butterfly's Dancing With Leafs
I'm Nothing Like The Other Guy
Hes Controlling
Masculine Like Police
Jma Stay Tell I No Longer Breathe
I Feel I'm The Only Mind That Can Bring I To Victory Concored Defeat
I've Gone Bonkers On Shrooms
In My Room Thought Monsters Were Under My Feet
I Accept & Admire Every Limb That Can Reach
I Just Speak I'm Deep , Downloads
Constiantely In Me
DNA Ascending Human I Do Not Periceve
Its 3 Am
Witches & Me
****** Rituals
Reciting Exciting Writing
******* Passionately
So Much Purple Leaking
This Casting Circle
Has Morphed To A Sea
I Said Why Are You So Wet The Tip Just Met
She Pressed Said Its Cos Of Me
My Passion Makes Her Feel Like She Can Barely Breathe
Electricity Buzzing Her Guts
Stomach Of Bees
North , South , West, East
So Much Passion Fruit Juice
The Salt Used To Hold Space
Has Defused
****** Organs Checking In To The Mourge In The Morning
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
JMA:
I'm done limping
I've found a mirror
The snow will melt now
My dear, my dear
JGM:
My tears won't water
The flowers below
We'll have to find something else
To make them grow
ALL:
Thank you for the love
The support
The hugs
Enough now, enough
Women, I'll see you in the morning
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC