poem

THE ODD ASEA

THE WEIRDOS IN

THE ODD ASEA

WHERE TALES SPIN

HYPOCRISY

WHERE THOSE AKIN

GRIN MORBIDLY

THE VEILS THIN

TRANSPARENCY

INTO A VORTEX

CESSPOOLS OF SCUMBAGS

POLLUTING OUR WORLD

DRAIN THEM AND TAME THEM

BEFORE THEY GET SWIRLED

INTO A VORTEX

THAT SUCKS THEM ALL IN

NEVER TO BE HEARD

FROM EVER AGAIN

 

FINDING THE ZONE

THE WHEELS ARE TURNING

WE'RE GOING SOMEWHERE

WE ARE ON A JOURNEY

WHEN WILL WE GET THERE

TO OUR DESTINATION

SO FAR IT'S UNKNOWN

SUCH ANTICIPATION

IN FINDING THE ZONE

 

ECHOES OF THE PAST

I CAN OFTEN HEAR

ECHOES OF THE PAST

MEMORIES NEAR AND DEAR

THAT IS WHY THEY LAST

BEARE THE CROSSROADS

BEWARE THE CROSSROADS

A STRANGE MAGIC'S THERE

A STORY'S BEEN TOLD

THAT IS A NIGHTMARE

A MAN GAVE HIS SOUL

TO THE WATCHMAN THERE

BEST NOT  MAKE A DEAL

THAT YOU CAN'T APPEAL

THAT'S WRITTEN IN STONE

AND CHILLS TO THE BONE

DON'T MAKE THAT MISTAKE

IT'S FOR YOUR OWN SAKE

JUST CHOOSE THE RIGHT PATH

TO AVOID THE WRATH

Author's Notes/Comments: 

WATCHED A MOVIE THE OTHER DAY I SAW A LONG TIME AGO ABOUT THE CROSSROADS AND WANTED TO WRITE A POEM BASED ON IT.

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MAGIC EIGHT BALL

USED TO HAVE A MAGIC EIGHT BALL

DIDN'T USE IT RIGHT I FEAR

I KEPT ASKING THE SAME QUESTION

TIL IT SAID WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR

Author's Notes/Comments: 

AN OLD SILLY POEM I WROTE AWHILE AGO. I DON'T BELIEVE I SHARED IT ON THIS SITE. TRUE STORY. REALLY HAD A MAGIC EIGHT BALL. REALLY ASKED IT QUESTIONS AND WHEN I DIDN'T LIKE THE ANSWER JUST KEPT ASKING OVER AND OVER AGAIN TIL IT SAID WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR...SILLY ME. I KNOW THE FIRST ONE CRACKED WHEN IT FELL DOWN AND IT HAD LIQUID INSIDE SO IT LEAKED OUT AND UNUSABLE. I KNOW YEARS LATER I GOT ANOTHER ONE BUT DON'T REMEMBER THE FATE OF THAT ONE. BEFORE THAT I WOULD ASK FOR SIGNS WITH A YES OR NO QUESTION  IN MY HEAD AND  SAID STUFF LIKE IF A RED CAR GOES BY THAT MEANS YES. IF IT DOESN'T OR MAYBE A DIFFERENT COLOR I PICKED  WENT BY  IT MEANS NO....STUFF LIKE THAT.  

IT'S IN MY POETRY PLAYLIST ON YOUTUBE   

https://youtu.be/aJL1u_02wMY?list=PLfrTz7o37VP9oDDjycNPPk3DNm99NBqbl

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THE MYST

IN THE MIDST

OF THE MIST

ARE MANY MYTHS

THAT MAY BE MISSED

Author's Notes/Comments: 

AN OLD POEM OF MINE I DON'T BELIEVE I SHARED ON HERE BEFORE. A BIT OF A TONGUE TWISTER. I CAN'T REMEMBER IF I SPELLED IT MYST OR MIST. I THINK MAYBE MYST AS IN MYSTERY MYST...I FORGOT WHAT THEY CALL WORDS THAT SOUND ALIKE BUT MEAN DIFFERENT THINGS SYNONYMS MAYBE...THINKING OUT LOUD...ANYWAY IT POPPED INTO MY HEAD SO I WROTE IT DOWN. I ALWAYS PICTURE  BEING IN THE MIDDLE OF A LAKE MAYBE AND  IT IS FOGGY. I PICTURE BEING IN A SMALL ROWBOAT MAYBE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WATER AND IT IS SO FOGGY YOU CAN'T TELL WHICH DIRECTION TO GO  OR MAKE OUT MUCH OF ANYTHING. THAT IS WHAT I SEE IN MY MIND'S EYE WHEN I SHARE THIS POEM EVER SINCE I FIRST WROTE IT LONG AGO. I ALWAYS PICTURE IT.

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A STORY THAT NEEDS TO BE TOLD

NO ONE CAN STOP A STORY 

THAT NEEDS TO BE TOLD

NO MATTER WHAT CATEGORY 

IT WILL BE BOLD

THERE'S NO REASON TO WORRY 

IT WILL UNFOLD

HOPE YOU'RE NOT IN A HURRY

IT'LL BREAK THE MOLD

 

OUR FREEDOM OF CHOICE

GOD BLESS US ALL

HELP US ANSWER THE CALL

TO BE GUIDED BY YOU

IN WHATEVER WE DO

HELP US TO TRUST

TO DO WHAT WE MUST

TO KNOW WHAT IT'S WORTH 

TO BRING HEAVEN ON EARTH

TO LIVE AND LET LIVE

WITH MORALS THAT GIVE

OUR FREEDOM OF CHOICE

TO USE THE RIGHT VOICE

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A PRAYER POEM