If I could write
A poem
I would write one with random
Thoughts trying to speak with the
Heart but it's hard to reach out
Importance, mediocre, antonyms
Blah blah blah,
Broken record.........
The World Series is on.
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Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts
Thursday, October 24, 2013
If I Could Write
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Monday, June 18, 2012
Beam Me Up Scotty
Beam me up
Scotty
Transport me
away
To planets mysterious
And green
aliens
Beam me up
Scotty
Take my
matter
Into a
billion pieces
A million
traces
And put me
back together
Beam me up Scotty
Allow me to
feel
The quantum
leap
Between me
And the unknown
Beam me up Scotty
Travel at
warp speed
Farther than
the galaxy
Discovering the
undiscoverable
And the indefinite
Beam me up Scotty
I am just an
earthling
Bound in
human creation
And creativity
Beam me up Scotty
I wont disappoint
I could
write a verse
And if I am
lucky
A poem
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Mosquito
The echo howls through
halls
While a question is
purposely ignored
Trying to keep face
While strangers listen
to problems
A simple solution
would be simple
However non existent
As the words contained
herein
Are deep and
meaningless
Finding fulfillment in
the mundane
Distraction of movies
and sound
Driving lights to the
population
To brighten their day
without smile
A jogger that is too
full to run
Is bitten by misquotes
to feed their young
Books that must be
read
And lectures that must
be addressed
When will the energy
come
To soundly rest?
This meaningless poem
Finds its way to the
internet
To a blog
To your computer
And if the poet is any
good
Into your thoughts
And once into your thoughts
Assuming the poem is
any good
Which we know is not
Will you not eat its
content?
And if you do not
drink of its meaning
What is the purpose
behind the words?
May be the poet is
just full of hypocrisy
And like the mosquito
He feeds it to his young
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Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Too Personal
What is a poem if it
is not a reflection?
Writing is a
reflection
A reflection into the
author
All thou no one will really
understand the reflection
Including the author
Truth is the essential
in writing
With out truth
There is no meaning
And with out meaning
There is no point in regurgitating
The experience
Or trying to capture
a feeling
So to answer your
question
It will stay personal
My poems are a
reflection
Of myself
And how I view the
world
Understand them if
you want
Take from them the
meaning that you give
Don’t take them to
seriously
And if you feel the
need to judge
Judge
I don’t care
Ok I do care
But I will still be
writing
To what end?
I don’t know
But I do love you to
read them
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