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Poetry is an emotion within all of our lives
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Quick Sand Of Life
The hair of the frog has bite me
Turning me into what I can not see
Letting me feel the slimy mud run all over me
As it slithers down my back
The smell of the mud does cause my nose to close
Shutting off all the fragrances coming from the outside world
Causing me to escape the reality of life
Slowly I begin to sink into the unknown world
Where surprise will await me around every corner
Try I do to fight my way out of this
But all it does is causes me to sink faster and deeper
Finally I realize my body can no longer feel the bottom
Only the slimy mud does support me
As my minds starts to look back upon my life
Sadly this is not the way that I wanted to go
People walking by do not even stop to assist me in my struggles
No rope has been offered to pull me out of this mess
Or even a branch to pull me safely to solid ground
So now I must stop and think
Desperately I try to come up with a way to escape this quick sand in my life
Parting For A Time
We say good bye to you now
For parting from you is such a sorrowful feeling
So we say good bye to you now, my dear friend
So long you stood by my side and fought the fight
Showing me that there is more in life than what I see
So now tomorrow is now today
And today is now a memory in the past
So good bye my friend
Never again will we be together
Walking hand in hand along a sandy beach
Laughing at each others jokes
So now parting is such a sorrowful feeling
As I watch you slowly slipping into the ground
And knowing that soon a blanket of dirt will cover you forever more.
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Life is an adventure which we should all enjoy to the end
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Trails Of Life
Today a man and a women stand on the foot steps of a new trail in life
Glancing back upon the old one that they have just traveled
Many different experiences do come from it
Worry they do not about their past
For now they turn back to the new trail that lays ahead of them
A trail, where today two will become one before god and their fellow men
No longer will they be alone
As they travel this new trail together holding hand in hand
So today they will set forth with the thoughts of a better life
For the trail ahead is much brighter, than the trail which they have just left
Church Bells
Church bells sing in the distance
For today is a special day
Where a man and a women become one
Walking together down the walk way of love
Spreading the message of love where ever they go
Through good and bad times they will carry on
Leaning on one another for support
Completing one another's thoughts
Being each others best friends through it all
Passing on their message through others
So as the years pass on by
You will always find them hand in hand
Loving each other until the end
Spilled Bread
Cry we must about the missing bread
About the milk spilled upon the floor
For people have come and gone
Just leaving us standing alone in the cold air
Walking out the door they do not car about our looks
With eyes filled with water we do wait
For the moment that they do return
For they have gone and spread their wings Never more to come back to us where we are at
Flying
Looking at the birdie flying in the sky
With style and grace, he stays up high in the sky
Flying on a pocket of air up so high in the sky
So tell me little birdie what does it feel like to be in the sky?
Not touching the ground with your feet as you fly in the sky
What makes you so different from me?
Is it that you are faster than I, little birdie?
Although with one bang from my weapon
And no longer do you fly in the sky
No longer are you faster than me.
Looking At This Earth
As I look upon this world tonight
I see many faces
Many time have changed
Many people have come and gone
But I am still the same
A poet until the end
Bringing a message to people's soul
Giving them a message to think of when they are blue
Sharing the message with others
For such are the words that come from my heart
True until the end, until the day I say no more
Until the day I pasted this world for another
So as I sit and write this poem
I hope that it does bring joy to your soul
Just a little smile on your face and I have done my job my way
Which is spreading joy on this earth and touching people's souls where it counts
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We all miss what we can not see
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Child's Innocence's
You were the angel in the flower garden
The sign of innocence in our hearts
Yet we did not realize how fragile you were
You made us laugh and you made us dream
I am only sad that you did not find happiness within your life
Countless times you danced in front of us
And entertain us when we were blue
Yet no knight in shining armor came to your side
You lived through the hardest of time
And lost more in your life than most people did
However people did not know the real you
For they only knew the outwards appearance
Shown by pictures and film
So at night when the lights went out in the world
You would sit in a room alone and frighten
Like a lost child from her mother
As your heart would cry out to belong
Although sadly no one answered your tears
And tragically you were lost so long ago
Now the flower garden misses the angel
That once grace it, with her presence
Rose Garden
You were my earth and stone
My flower in a bed of roses
My leaning block to pull me up when I was blue
But never again will I see your face
Or hold your hand on a cold winter night
I look at god and ask him why
Why you instead of me
I gaze upon your picture here
What a beautiful sight you were
So why did you have to go?
For it was such a cold winter's night
I now spend my time at night, blaming myself for you being there
Now you have gone away never more to be here with me
With all of this pain in my heart I want to die
Although I fight to understand why did they leave you there that night
For you did not deserve to die alone on the side of the road, as the rain did wash your blood down the hill
Home Again
A cold night it has been
Lying there without a breath
With the darkness of no moon
No movement do I make
Not knowing if it is day or night
I remain lying still
Away from other peoples prying eyes
In a wooden box I lye
Deep within the earth that is so cold
On a hill in plain view
In a grave yard, until I am called home
Angel Lost
She appeared so peaceful lying there
With not a worry on her face
Just yesterday she graduated from high school
What a sight of beauty she was
Making everyone so proud of her
Then suddenly it came to a target end last night
Just because she wanted to drink and drive
Preparing For A Better Day
In the mist of death and darkness
There is light
Shinning through the once stormy clouds
Unfolding a brighter future that lays ahead
Demonstrating to me that the rough seas can only last a little time
With a calm water just ahead
So now I must prepare for better days
With the knowledge, that the changes I make today will effect my future
So now I must equip myself with the tools for calmer waters, which are just ahead
Marching On
With the perception of nationalism in our heart
Thinking that we are doing it
For the good of the country, god and our fellow men
We marched off to the bloody war
Although as time passed we did see the truth behind the lie
As the carnage of destruction and death danced in front of us all
From this we started wonder what this war is really for
For we have given our youth for it, with nothing in return
In the end we did not see why so many young men had to die
Just because we were told that we were fighting
To free all the oppressed people of the enemy's land
Looking at the people we freed
We have to wonder are they really oppressed
Or is our government oppressing us
Revolution No More
People don't want revolution anymore
Only the color of green do they see
No longer do they want the color of red covering their hands
So people don't want revolutions anymore
Sitting back and taking what they have to take
Selling their souls just to stay alive
As the world has changed right before our eyes
Leaving us behind without a care
John Lehnon would surely cry in his grave
If he knew what is going no
For as the high get higher the low get lower
Stuck in our lives we do not know the other side of the coin
Watching the power from a far it does corrupt everyone that it touches
Changing them in many ways
So people do not want revolutions anymore
For after any revolution it always goes back to the norm
With only new leaders installed at the top
And the needless spilling of innocent blood
Imprisoned
A man standing alone in a crowd
Like a wolf with no teeth or claws
No one understands him, as he stands alone
All his thoughts are his own
Enclosed in a cage put on by others
Being held like a stray in a pound
Never allowed to see very far, not even pasted the bends in the road
His only escape is through written words
Visiting far off places in a day
Without leaving the comforts of his chair
He proves that the mind can not be held by anyone
Only the body can be imprisoned from the world
Modern Life
Cracks does happen in the foundation of life
While society `unravels in front of us
Vainness rules the land
While people are judged by their appearance only
Never are we given a second chance
For our first appearance does dictate our standing in the circle of life
Fight we do to crawl up the ladder of society
Only to find emptiness and hollowness when we reach the top
Life From Long Ago
Such an old fashion romantic life they lead
With just the open air in their faces
And the stars dancing in the sky up above them while they sleep at night
While a piece of dirt acts like their mattress and their saddle as their pillow
A wool blanket keeps them warm for the night
All the while a cozy fire is cracking and popping in the background
As it throws off heat, keeping the chilliness out of the air
In the distance one can hear the sound of the coyotes calling for their mates
And the gentle north wind does rush through the trees
While the sound of a mountain stream does not keep quiet, as it rushes over the rocks in it's way
Such peace and quiet it seems to be
With no modern day technology to interrupt the serenity of nature at its best
So as the horse rest quietly in their beds for the night
Vision of times long ago run through everyone's mind, as they sleep where they lay
To a time long ago
And a place where they can no longer go
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Canadian Artist
A link to a site where other Canadian poets, artist and writers are displayed
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poeticmessanger@hotmail.com
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