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01/23/16 at 16:42:04
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Reply #1 - 01/23/16 at 22:22:29
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I have too many to post.  I should say, to re-post.  I used to post them on this forum some years back and a previous forum.

I began writing poetry in 1967 when I was 16.

So, I'll just post one for now and see if others have any to add.

This one, I won as a submission in a Safety Contest with the
company I worked for.

ON THE ROCKS

Here's a tale, without fail
will surely catch your eye.
It's 'bout a man, named Disco Dan
who lived on scotch and rye.

Now, Dan it seemed, had quite big dreams
to celebrate for fun.
He'd take a drink or three, I think
on the rocks with rum.

Saturday night, and feelin' right
Dan got in his car.
'though impaired, He did not care
and proceeded to the bar.

With the music loud, he sang so proud,
but little did he know,
that fallen rocks, because of shocks
had spilled out on the road.

His car struck hard, and he was jarred
as stones flew all about.
There was a blast of shattered glass,
and Dan gave out a shout.

Two cops stopped by, one said, "Oh my!
What has happened here?"
The other turned and said he learned
that Dan was drinking beer.

The first cop sighed, 'cause Dan had died
from a stone's head smashing blow.
Then he said, "Well, Disco's dead,
killed by the rock that rolled."

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Re: Poetry posts
Reply #2 - 02/07/16 at 22:38:34
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Hey, Nyte, that was a great poem.  A clear message not to drink & drive.   
Here's one I wrote to remind me of my mortality.
As Betty Davis once said, "old age ain't no place for sissies."

Old Age

Old age creeping up on me
Years fly by, like days used to be
Body slows, but the mind’s still bright
Natural course, gotta be alright.

Inside I’m as young as twelve
Maybe younger still, hard to tell
Its not senility that’s gotta hold of me
Its just the way I used to be.

Where does this lead, I’ll tell you where
Six feet under ends all despair
But until its time, heart’s still tickin’
I may leave this world, fightin’ & kickin’

Or maybe I’ll connect with my peaceful side
Ups & downs, taken in stride
Laughter & love, lightness, giving
Accepted with grace, a life worth living.
  
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Reply #3 - 02/07/16 at 23:23:57
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Belle wrote on 02/07/16 at 22:38:34:
Hey, Nyte, that was a great poem.  A clear message not to drink & drive.   
Here's one I wrote to remind me of my mortality.
As Betty Davis once said, "old age ain't no place for sissies."



Thanks, I enjoyed reading yours too.  Smiley

I share in meetings that sobriety is not for wimps....and since
I have been clean and sober since 1987, I have learned that
getting older isn't for wimps as well.  Wink

Here's another one about a previous mixed forum I used to post on over a decade ago.  It was more of a loony bin of
Romper Room posters, with perpetual returns of banned trolls.

Let’s Not Forget

Was walking by and saw a door
that said Let's Not Forget,
I heard a lot of grumblin'
and things like "Wanna bet?"

I didn't think I would be heard
if I rang the bell out front
So I scurried to the other side
Where the window was not shut

Looking in more closely now
I could see why they wouldn't hear
For all were talking at one time
Not too many seemed give an ear

Some were playing dominos
and games that never end
But in the other rooms I saw
A most unusual trend

Blame was being cast about
who must have spilled the milk
The teacher seemed out of sight
While some were cursing words cliche ilk

There was one it seemed most insecure
I think the others knew
But no one wanted to say it so
Even though they knew what's true

I think when someone has to prove in words
More times than books on shelf
That he thinks he is a man above the rest
He can't seem to believe himself

Some looking for approval
and putting others down
So they could feel prideful
With ego of being big man in town

But some like that, with job in hand
With need for such control
And those who seek accomplices
So others take their role

Not sure where some hands have been
I guess they like to play
With need to feel special
From morn till end of day

Suddenly a voice rang out
'Okay now let's behave'
Someone asked 'why pick on me
It was him you allow to rave'

The insecure one with Bud in hand
Took a hearty sip,
Joe Frazier in a bottle
Gave courage to give a flip

Some were just sitting there
with mouths that fell agape
But no utterance would come from them
They felt there no escape

There were some who would say
some hidden words to one
No one wanted to get involved
cause then it be not fun

The insecure one in a rant
His emotions run amok
But denial seemed to set in
as he'd make it sound like just a shuck.

Then suddenly one yelled out
Stop whining, very rude
Not realizing her own words
Was whining very crude.

When some were not looking
One, he would attempt
to get some others to surround
Some who he felt was unkempt

I wondered to myself
just what all this madness was
And as I looked I heard a noise
Sounded like a buzz.

Suddenly the one in white
put her hand on my arm and said
Do you know where you are young man?
I said to her "I'm sorry, it was here that I was led."

She said "My name's Nurse Cratchett
and you can come on in."
Looking at the hidden part of the sign
that said 'sanitarium'.

I said, "that's okay,
I'll just mosey down round the bend.
I've seen the movie once enough
and I know how it will end."

And suddenly I heard a noise
and there was this big white sink
And one of them came out the hole it made
With still some sanity to think.

Having real courage
to realize what is true
Virtual integrity and false pride
Will only cause one rue.

The fella ran home to those
to help and be a part
Where he could change what could be changed
Not fables of the heart.
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Reply #4 - 01/09/19 at 07:47:22
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A FUNNY LITTLE TROLL

One spoke of wooing women
at yard sales in the day
False pride and insecurity
seemed always in his way.

With last word in, he went his way
to change back from his guise
He confused himself with someone else
he may have thought was wise.

He thought himself a macho man
who had been on some kind of roll
but little did he know himself
He was just a funny little troll

You'll know them when you see them
They never share their flaws
To reveal such false pride
is against most of their laws

They'll think they are so unique
with no advice to take
To admit their own weaknesses
would put their pride at stake

You'll know them with transparency,
their humor will be droll
And in all reality
It will be a funny little troll.

They come a dime a dozen,
some they will take prey
So they can feel good about themselves,
at your expense, he'll pay.

Just like Eminem, the punky dude
he'll have a callous soul
But at least, most will know,
it's just another funny little troll.  Cheesy

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Reply #5 - 01/16/19 at 07:46:55
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A Nation, Not One

A nation, not one, as it may have been
A soldier at ready, writes to his kin
A mother apart, a family no more
A child is left as an open sore

Time is at hand, the second hand turns
Anticipation ignored, fear continually burns
Solution evading, no adherence to rules
Monumental decisions left up to fools

When those on their knees shall once again rise
The evil of one will increase in size
The soldier is sitting and thinking of home
He ponders the thought of being alone

The allies of lust, their bargaining mute
It is too late now to offer refute
The blame of so many now pointed astray
It sits and it lingers and won't go away

The roulette is turning but not for too long
For he who waits patiently offers a song
The soldier he sits now, his wife so afar
He offers his soul to an incoming star

The sands of consumption blow into the wind
The essence of karma will never rescind
Ancestors follies have been too ingrained
The seizure of hope has all but been drained

Flares of discord beckon the night
Views of the rising sun taken from sight
Time and its lessons slip into the morn
Brothers, only then, realize their scorn

And still with one choice, he still can be taught
The soldier he sits, his heir, but a thought
The One, looks upon in result of the start
A nation, not one, so close to the heart

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Reply #6 - 01/23/19 at 06:20:06
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There was this man from Galilee,
whom we all knew as Jesus C.
He grew up fast and his faith was strong.
He had a bearded face and his hair was long.

One day he walked on into town,
and what he saw had made him frown.
A harlet that was being stone,
'cause she was tired of being alone.

He said, "Forgive, for you're the same.
It's not her fault, you're all too blame."
He traveled onward, with staff in hand,
and twelve and a thousand surrounded the land.

At the crest of a hill, the truth was revealed;
the hungry were fed, and the dying were healed.
With his apostles, he ate the last time,
having some bread and a little wine.

He prayed to God, then looked up and said,
"Peter will deny ever seeing my head.
Another will betray me with a kiss on the cheek,
thinking I will show Rome that I am no freak."

The mob started yelling for a different name.
"Give us Barabbas", whose cause was the same.
With a crown off thorns placed upon his head,
he was nailed to a cross, and his life had gone dead.

In three short days, he did return,
just to see what we had learned.
That seems enough to make us believe,
that have some faith and he will conceive.

Those were the days beginning A.D.,
and already it's come to 1973.
Still people die and still people sin,
and each of us feels the needles and pins.

But think of what one man has done for you.
He suffered much more than what we're going through.
So the next time your faith has gone astray,
just remember, there's a new babe born everyday.

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Reply #7 - 01/30/19 at 07:17:09
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Thought I'd add a poem each Wednesday.  Most of my poems were written between 1967 and 1974.  Some written between 2003-2006.

Read at leisure, for those who may enjoy poetry.  Smiley


No Acceptions

This poem, it has no start.  This ode will never end.
And all the more you read it, the more your mind will bend.
So here we are with no beginning, let's just continue on.
Look around my foolish friend, to where you're cast upon.

You search in vain for true peace, but it's never to be found.
'Cause peace is a beginning, you'll head right where you're bound.
Jesus was a true man, who tried to teach what's good,
but James Cagney had gained more fame, acting as a hood.

And yet you seek more answers, the words you'd like to hear.
But let's not deny what's true, though it may be hard to bear.
Only changes can undo wrongs to what you consider right.
But change the truth, and only truth, not your blinded lights.

You see, when you are overcome by fears that seem too strong,
you tend to be disillusioned by thoughts that are all wrong.
Man does not give in so easy to admit he has his fears.
It's only in the night time that you can see his tears.

The fight goes on within yourself, the wont to stay alive.
But try to understand it, this struggle to survive.
How do you know that one and one is really two?
What if they had changed facts and said that red was blue?

Your mind cannot accept this, because of what you believe.
The fear of change is what's so hard to really be conceived.
Is your belief in God a true thing, 'bout a man who was once dead?
And why do you believe this, and talk to Him in bed?

It's not really your belief itself, but fear it may be true.
You're afraid you'll die a sinner, if you don't share in the ado.
Economy is your real god, but you're too blind to see.
Those are your blinding lights that will not set you free.

As long as you deny this, there's nothing to be changed.
So keep on boxing shadows, then there's nothing rearranged.
You'll find yourself in circles, with no answers to be found.
'Cause peace is an ending, you'll head right where you're bound.

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This was the first poem I ever wrote, in 1967.  I was 16 and enthralled with the hippie scene around me.  I had not experienced any drugs then, including pot, but I wrote this poem based on my own perception of what I 'thought' it may be like.


Freedom

Flowers, flowers everywhere.
See the boys with their long hair
flying far as you can see;
it's worth a try for you and me.

Just puff the cloud and feel gay.
We'll travel far this very day.
Up beyond in nowhere land,
we run about in crystal sand.

Music, music from ear to ear.
Hang on my darling, we're almost there.
Transparent mirrors you will find;
looking in, you'll see your mind.

Just skip right on from sky to sky.
Watch your step, we're very high.
Travel on where freedom lies,
peace of mind and all your sighs.

Hopes and dreams may fade away,
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