Gone...

I was part of a poem forum when I wrote this. My other poems received zero mention, this one got a bunch...go figure.

Mind...
find...
lost...
atorrentofamalgamatedthoughts.
flash floodish...
bridges of coherrent ideas.
gone...
blossoming tree's of knowledge.
gone...
stable houses of memories.
washed...
beatened...
gone...
help?

LOOK AT ME!!!!

I think this one speaks for itself.


LOOK AT ME!
Now that I have your attention
There's something I must mention
It took so long getting you to look my way
I completely forgot what I was going to say

Love is like a piece of coal

This is another poem for my wife and all the other lovely couples out there.


Love is like a piece of coal
Burning as a flame
Coal is lit and then it goes
At first it looks so tame

Coal burns hot and burns long
And then turns into ash
That white brick looks solid
But blows away so fast

Our love was a red hot coal
Burning, burning, burning
At that rate, our love grew fast
Our hearts were always yearning

Before the coal could ash
We added lots of pressure
Hard work, trials, and heartache
Are a lot to weather

Red hot pressure, pressing down
With patience and with timing
Our burning piece of coal
Was pressed into a diamond

Our love was like a piece of coal
Now a precious stone
It shines so much like fire
But lovelier to own

And while hot coal is fun
The ash is always never
But our love is now a diamond
And diamonds last forever

Dreams?

again... written the same day as Wasted Time...

Chase my dreams?
Why do that?
I'll just sit here
And get fat
You go ahead
Cuz I won't leap
I'll chase my dreams
While I sleep.

Wasted Time

I was at work in a call center when I wrote this. so...yea...


Once upon a time
I sat down to rhyme
I could'nt think of what to say
But I wrote it any way
And as my lines started to stack
I knew, that time wasn't coming back.

Rise

I was reading a poem forum and some guy was writing non stop depressing poetry so It inspires this.


Often times the fight
Leads us farther down.
Nobility is out the window
When angrily we're bound.
Even righteous Kings
Who fought for righteous sake.
All fell down, deep below
To swim in fiery lakes.
The best way that I figure,
To float above the rim.
Stop the fight, Even for right
Let peace set deep within.
Then, I say, You'll rise!
And find what you desire.
What you seek, will find you
When you rise beyond the fire.

Lords time

Life...do I need to say any more.



Dear Lord please now help me!
As you said you’d do
I’m feeling lots of pressure
As life, is getting blue.

I’ll learn, lessons that you’ll give me
Could you quicken up the pace?
I feel the clock is ticking
As I run this crazy race.

So what about it father?
Throw this dog a bone?
I know thou art always there,
Right now I feel alone.

I know you know the feeling
While praying by that tree.
No one there could help you
While you did rescue me

I guess, that I can wait
Just a little more.
I’ll place my self in your time
And receive what you have stored.

Jack vs JIll

Nursery rhyme mayhem.  AH

HA HA HA HA AH HA HA HA HA ha ah...eh.... (sigh)




Jack and Jill ran up the hill (for what I don’t remember)
I’ve heard about these pails and such (I know it was December)
They had a bitter rivalry, never seen before
They fought over every task; both knew they could do more
I think they said Jack fell; his crown was an awful mush
As sure footed as he was, I picture a little push
They say Jill tumbled right on by, after this poor soul
I think she might have shoved too hard. Slipped, and then did role
The moral of the story, just so that you know.
While ending an old rivalry, don't slip in the snow.

Now What?

     Backward thinking, what is the good? I was talking with someone the day I wrote this, he couldn't stop talking about what he would do different, blah blah blah. This poem was my answer.


Would've, Could've, and Should've walked down a lonely path
And only did they speak of their bitter past

“I would've done it differently” Would’ve said with great big tears
With a blow of his nose Could’ve agreed “We've wasted all these years”

Kicking dirt,“I should have known’ Should've did implead
The others wiped there eyes, and all of them agreed

Would’ve, Could’ve and Should've, each regretting their past
Were not paying attention, to the fork right in their path

There stood a withered man, smiling from ear to ear
“Hello boys!” he called out “I’m so glad you’re here!”


“Your time is done for looking back, today’s your fateful day
I've heard your cries, so now my friends let’s send you a new way”

“So stop a gaping, mouths drawn wide, chewing cud like cows
Now your past is past, I ask you, now what lads what now?”

Would've, Could’ve and Should’ve, stared at the likable man
“We don’t know what you mean” they said “We did the best we can”

“If only we did it better, we’d do it all again
And changing this or that would've made us better men”

They made him a deep bow, so low, so slow, so long
Then said with great regret “We must be moving on”

The old man clapped and laughed, and in his cheery way
Said “Oh my boys, don’t you see? That path is closed today!”

They looked at each other then asked “What do you mean?”
“We told you we would fix it all, but can’t fix anything”

“I know!” He said “you’re looking back, these are forward roads
Now’s your time for reckoning, to what the future holds”

You can not be marching forward while you're looking back
So ask yourselves what now? start picking up the slack

I'll help you change your names, to Do and Did and Done
And the past will be behind you, flying as you run

So stop right here and contemplate, what you are to do
Now what lads, what now? is all I ask of you

Would've, Could've and Should've could never change at all
The past and regret are all they have, which is why they stall

So they stand at the cross road, as if in a big rut
While the old man stands before them asking, “What now, lads, now what?

The Cat

     I guess I got caught up in helping my young kids learn to read and thought this poem was a good idea... Im keeping it!


The cat
The cat sat
The cat sat on a mat
The mat was flat
So the cat sat on the flat mat
Matt spat!
Not the flat mat
But the man Matt, who owned the cat
Now... Matt didn’t like the cat sitting on the mat
So Matt spat at the cat, which sat, and looked at Matt, who threw his hat
Then stormed off to get his bat!

Wishes

Have you ever wished you could take something you said back? Or some action that would have changed your life? I have, but it doesn't do any good. That is what inspired this poem.




How many wishes have you wished?
Against your choices past
What would you do differently?
If you could take it back

Wishes wasted, bitter tasting
On what could’ve been
Thoughts a turning, hearts are yearning
On what you’d change back then

What of now? Have you thought of that?
Though you’re heart is full of sorrow
What would you change right now?
That could change tomorrow

You've looked hard at what you should’ve
Now look, at what could be
What can you change right now?
So you can be happy

If pain fills what you've been
You need to change your “be”
And then your “be” will be right now
And then you will be free

Then you’ll smile when you look back
No regrets, you’ll find
And no more wasted wishing
Will be troubling you mind

Cake

I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this....but I like cake.

CAKE

I had a cake that I did bake, but someone ate that cake!

My two hands had high demands for a cake that they could make.

Now it’s gone and it’s all wrong for that which I could make

I’ll bake anew and leave no clue so that none could take.

But knowing me, someone would see and say “Your cake is smelling great”

Then with glee (Cuz they noticed me) I’ll give away that cake.

I’ll bake and give, and always relive my sweet tooths longing ache

Some day I, will give a loud cry and say GET-OFF-MY-CAKE!

Wino

I dream't this one...its just fun.


I'd like to be a wino
I'd like to take a drink
I'd like to throw up in a stupor
I mustn’t ever think

Id likes to be albino
I do it all th’ time
And whean you take me to th’ barr
I drink it withs some…. Tyme.

I….um….like th’……..DRink
Buu…..im nogh’t aaa.. FREak
I……eat! An I....….Sleep!
Annn i...............Wha th’ He'ow U look’en at?
U somofabish….im gounna kishk u-are………………

Mommy's chore list

To my tired wife...


Bouncing, counting, ABC’s
Blues clues, Elmo, more...
Diapers, pull-ups, dirty wipe's
Junking up the floor.

Running, cleaning, all the day
Tidying up the messes
Laundering all our cloths
From my socks to your dresses

When it’s all said and done
Your daily list is through
It’s all made worth it at bed time
With a “Mommy I love you”

One constant

Most of my early poems were love poems to my sweety pie (mostly when I was in trouble) This one was because I am in love.




Flowers bloom, then petals fail.
Like all the flora do.
Sun brightens, then it sets.
In rotations new.

Rivers torrent into tricking streams
Dry beds do prevail.
Even seasons run their course...
Then fade in change as well.

In all these things life goes on...
One constant remains
My eternal love for you.
My passion's can’t be tamed.

And though the world cycles round.
And changes all the time
Your beauty will outlast them all
I’m lucky that you're mine.