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Abandonment
I’ve fulfilled my purpose.
Not needed -
Anymore.
God withdrew protection.
Been knocked to -
The floor.
I called out for Socorro.
It fell on -
Deaf ears
Told people I’d been damaged.
Was met with -
Rude cheers.
What’s with this condemnation?
I’m not here -
By choice.
I'm living life in a tornado.
I can’t find -
My voice.
First I'm seeing this.
Weird.
Very good stuff, Abandoned.
Thanks for making it available to us.
Very good stuff, Abandoned.
Thanks for making it available to us.
Thanks buddy. I appreciate the encouragement.
This last poem I started about a year ago or so and stumbled across it while I was thumbing through my notebook. I have a lot of poems like that. An idea hits me but I don't feel inspired enough to finish. So, I took some time and added the final two stanzas and voila! :-)
The Message from the Tower
It’s more than just an issue.
It’s bigger than it is.
It’s become catastrophic.
Look out! The monster lives.
It trudges through the city streets,
Knocking on your door.
Offering with words of peace,
A life that’s just a chore.
The monster slithers through the town,
With book bags full of slime.
If offers deceit without charge.
It hides a life of crime.
What can you do to save yourself,
From such an evil beast?
Turn down their Watchtower and Awake –
Avoid their loathsome feast.
Friends
Some people are offended,
By excellence, not theirs.
Competence is greeted,
By mean and jealous stares.
Why not just say, “Good Job!”
Instead of, “blah, who cares?”
Some people are supportive,
Of those who chase their dreams.
Others are just nasty,
Or, at least, that’s how it seems.
I guess not everybody,
Shines with loving gleams.
So if you know somebody,
Who’s trying to do their best,
But still having some trouble,
Perhaps a bit depressed.
Why not give a helping hand?
Show them that their blessed.
Consumed
Concrete blood
Slogs through my
Asphalt body
Silent horror films
Cycle, ad infinitum, through my
Frenzied mind
My comprehension
Entangles truth
With authentic illusions
My hypothesis
Roars to life
In the eyes of strangers
Their expressions
Or lack thereof
Contain damning evidence
Simple tasks
Once without challenge
Monopolize my agenda
My adversary
Transformed into Achilles
Receives leg armor
My vigor
Once formidable
Goes on sabbatical
My bed
Once a place of solace
Becomes my entire world
Seconds Spent In Sadness
Did she mean that comment?
I may not ever know.
Inside, my anger starts to rise,
But then I let it go.
It doesn't make a lick of sense,
To pay it any mind.
Cuz seconds spent in sadness.
Are seconds left behind.
There goes her loaded Honda.
All packed, she drives away.
Fall quarter starts tomorrow.
She's off without delay.
A tear of sorrow wells up
I wipe it with my hand.
Cuz seconds spent in sadness
Is a loss I cannot stand.
The years have fairly flown by.
We had a wondrous run.
Each standing by the other,
Our love shone like the sun.
Then cancer took my baby.
I let my tears run free.
Those seconds spent in sadness,
I owed to my honey.
The Rest Of Us Won't
Some of us are born with stuff to reach the very stars.
Some of us are simply meant to stay right where we are.
Some of us can be our best when love is on the line.
Some of us simply screw up, each and every time.
Some of us will live a life that makes the world take note.
The rest of us ... won't.
ur poems are really superb u sound like a transdentalist.
XOCO
Thank you.
Actually, though, I'm simply an idiot. That makes it really easy for me to make the same mistakes over and over and over and over and over and over again.
