Submissions by RegularJohn
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2014 12:20pm
11th Aug 2014 12:20pm
Hands of Time
The hands of time have lost their grip.
My precious youth I'm letting slip.
Where actions seems to forward pace,
I find that slow can't win the race.
Yet slow does seem opposed to risk.
What care can we learn from the brisk?
I don't supposed they turn to see,
The darkness stalking the absentee.
And maybe life has taught me tricks,
Of how to break and how to fix,
Of what is right and what is wrong,
And how things short can seem too long.
But time must laugh with thought and worry,
As life goes by and people hurry.
For now...
My precious youth I'm letting slip.
Where actions seems to forward pace,
I find that slow can't win the race.
Yet slow does seem opposed to risk.
What care can we learn from the brisk?
I don't supposed they turn to see,
The darkness stalking the absentee.
And maybe life has taught me tricks,
Of how to break and how to fix,
Of what is right and what is wrong,
And how things short can seem too long.
But time must laugh with thought and worry,
As life goes by and people hurry.
For now...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2014 5:32pm
26th Jun 2014 5:32pm
Seek and Hide
The lights are on but it might,
Take me a while to open up the door.
See there's all this stuff in the way.
I can barely walk on this floor.
Sometimes I sneak around in here,
In fear of the people outside.
I'm glad I've got this place to stay,
Where I can play seek and hide.
Take me a while to open up the door.
See there's all this stuff in the way.
I can barely walk on this floor.
Sometimes I sneak around in here,
In fear of the people outside.
I'm glad I've got this place to stay,
Where I can play seek and hide.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2014 00:49am
22nd Mar 2014 00:49am
Poetry Day
Poetry day,
has enough to say,
for it alone,
makes china from clay,
takes pain away,
and lights a way.
For the artists of today,
we give poetry day.
has enough to say,
for it alone,
makes china from clay,
takes pain away,
and lights a way.
For the artists of today,
we give poetry day.
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2013 11:04am
18th Sep 2013 11:04am
Why Set Sail?
I tend to float through life
And mostly I don't hate it,
But why set sail and use fate
To circumnavigate it?
I'm sick, I'm tired, I'm hungry.
I don't think I can make it.
Because life's the only test
That you study as you take it.
And mostly I don't hate it,
But why set sail and use fate
To circumnavigate it?
I'm sick, I'm tired, I'm hungry.
I don't think I can make it.
Because life's the only test
That you study as you take it.
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2013 10:56am
18th Sep 2013 10:56am
Subsided Mind, Music and Wine
I live far from home,
Not far from being free of mind.
Sometimes I find myself alone.
Subsided mind, music and wine.
A man sees to trouble,
But trouble sees to what man you find.
Sometimes I find myself alone.
Subsided mind, music and wine.
I distance myself,
For trust must laugh with love and time.
Sometimes I find myself alone.
Subsided mind, music and wine.
I must know magic.
It's a trick to see all things as fine.
Sometimes I find myself alone.
Subsided mind, music and wine.
Not far from being free of mind.
Sometimes I find myself alone.
Subsided mind, music and wine.
A man sees to trouble,
But trouble sees to what man you find.
Sometimes I find myself alone.
Subsided mind, music and wine.
I distance myself,
For trust must laugh with love and time.
Sometimes I find myself alone.
Subsided mind, music and wine.
I must know magic.
It's a trick to see all things as fine.
Sometimes I find myself alone.
Subsided mind, music and wine.
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