tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061664024263790982024-08-31T01:03:06.228-07:00Common Mans PoetryThe poetry dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15443246570648608851noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006166402426379098.post-80048507074227961772011-03-26T00:50:00.001-07:002011-03-26T00:50:32.769-07:00ripYou died on a Tuesday <br />
a stray bullet to the head <br />
over 20 bucks <br />
and a dime bag <br />
<br />
You were born with no one to lend a hand<br />
father left right before you were born<br />
mom always chasing the hit <br />
<br />
and yet you pressed on <br />
fighting to survive <br />
you were near the top of your class <br />
with a profound love of mathematics<br />
<br />
they wrote about your death in the papers<br />
calling it a devastation a tragedy <br />
reform being demanded <br />
but it never came <br />
You faded away<br />
<br />
You will never know how pretty you were <br />
how your eyes danced in the moonlight <br />
sparkling in the innocence of youthful days<br />
<br />
you were buried at the bottom of a hill <br />
near a cherry tree<br />
only one tear was cried that day<br />
<br />
You will never come to see your true self <br />
the kind sweet compassionate soul <br />
That lived within you <br />
and <br />
you <br />
only showed<br />
to me <br />
<br />
I sit and wonder often <br />
how your doing now <br />
if you made it <br />
If I will see you there <br />
when I pass on <br />
<br />
In life you were there <br />
to help me make it through <br />
I still need you Holly <br />
to help me see life through <br />
<br />
I never told you <br />
how much I loved you <br />
Part of my soul died that tuesday <br />
its body has yet <br />
to be <br />
found <br />
the murderer got away<br />
<br />
Rest In Peace,<br />
my one <br />
my only<br />
my Holly.The poetry dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15443246570648608851noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006166402426379098.post-80860510081758416652011-03-22T13:20:00.000-07:002011-03-22T13:20:38.661-07:00Far away<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">Pardon me Mr Coleridge,<br />
but I am a man on business from Porlock,<br />
I dearly hope I wasn’t interrupting anything,<br />
but I was sent to tell you,<br />
that you have some matters of mundane importance<br />
to take care of,<br />
it will only take a few minutes of your time,<br />
then you can get back to whatever it is,<br />
that you were doing for the night.</span></span>The poetry dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15443246570648608851noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006166402426379098.post-44240530930991642842011-03-22T08:37:00.001-07:002011-03-22T08:37:33.598-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"></span><br />
<div class="richp itembody" id="content" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(136, 136, 136); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; max-width: 600px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-top: 16px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">The alarm bells ringing;<br />
a driver dashing away;<br />
red and blue lights chime<br />
<br />
The hare into the wind;<br />
trickles of lomious sweat;<br />
coyote running</span></div><div style="color: #f52424;"><br />
</div>The poetry dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15443246570648608851noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006166402426379098.post-27644799787171048352011-03-21T22:02:00.000-07:002011-03-21T22:02:22.465-07:00A deity cometh<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I am the alpha and the omega,<br />
the beginning and end<br />
there is none before me<br />
nor after me<br />
<br />
I am the light at the end of the tunnel<br />
and the passageway to misery<br />
<br />
I am what make roses red,<br />
I am what defines red<br />
<br />
i am nothing without you<br />
i am everything with you<br />
<br />
I am in control<br />
i am omnipotent<br />
Do not fear me<br />
for i am your thought. </span></span>The poetry dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15443246570648608851noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006166402426379098.post-74254951833997478592011-03-21T18:04:00.000-07:002011-03-21T18:04:29.283-07:00To my love<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #070000; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">To my love<br />
Be not afraid<br />
let us take this walk together<br />
Take my hand and walk with me<br />
Let me be your guide<br />
<br />
To my love<br />
Let me in<br />
Share with me Your problems Your concerns<br />
Your hopes and dreams<br />
Let me be a friend a confidante<br />
Know that your safe with me<br />
Know that you will be warm with me<br />
<br />
To my love<br />
Let me be the one who makes you laugh<br />
Let me be the shoulder to cry on<br />
let me be the light and the love<br />
The heart and the soul<br />
The one you depend on<br />
Let me be your guide </span>The poetry dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15443246570648608851noreply@blogger.com12