Poetry, continued.

The illusion of Day has now vanished.
The darkness crept over the wall.
All prayers for mercy and intervention have ceased:
G_d has not answered the call.

Unaware of impending disaster,
The dogs are still chasing their balls.
Ignorant of the coming doom,
The horses return to their stalls.

The phone will not ring, or rings non-stop --
They're not promising calls.
People are still out driving --
All headed to the malls.

The drink before me is bitter, so bitter,
Like wine mingled with gall.
The prayers for mercy and intervention have ceased:
G_d has not answered the call.

Before me, now, the abyss awaits.
Going back cannot be done.
There is no way, at all, to regroup:
The battle's lost; the war can't be won.

I do not know what is worse:
Darkness? Unforgiving sun?
The weight of reality shocks like a taser;
It hits with a terrible stun.

 Although The the children are outside
Playing and having fun;
I still sense reality
The battle's lost; the war can't be won.

Simple justice, from life, is missing
Like jumping from spring right to Fall.
My prayers for mercy and intervention have ceased.
G_d has not answered the call.

Poetry --

About 2 years ago, I wrote a poem which I called "Take me to the graveyard."

May -- it's a horrible month, a month of one disaster after another, a month of problems and death.
It doesn't let up.  And it hurts.  It really hurts.

Today, people are likely to think I'm unstable.  But I have to write, or I lose my sanity.

The world is an ugly place;
you seldom see a friendly face.
People don't care if you laugh or cry.
They don't care if you live or die.
Your hair may be black,
or your teeth pearled--
No one cares:  Goodbye cruel world!

In this world full of hate
where big biz rules and you don't rate
Justice is absent and God's AWOL
And we're stuck here for the long haul
Ugly man,
or pretty girl--
No one cares; Goodbye cruel world!

All the people, dressed in black
Carrying guns and bags of crack
Living the only way that they know how
the Cops are coming to your door right now.
Does it matter?
Life's just a Churl
No one cares;  goodbye cruel world!

Many forced to live a life
full of anger, filled with strife --
Just enough to stay alive
defined by the crappy car you drive
I've bared my soul --
to the wind unfurled--
I bid thee GOODBYE, CRUEL WORLD.

An old poem of mine

Many years ago, I wrote a poem called "Ode to a dollar bill" It's quite significant today, and I was trying to post it on Twitter. But it's really too long for that, so I'm putting it here. (There have been some unintentional changes, I'm sure!)

ODE TO A DOLLAR BILL

What's this in my pocket?

Oh my word, it's GREEN!

Could this be a dollar bill?

It reminds me of one I've seen!

How did I come about this?

In my pockets, so rarely seen;

Is this really a DOLLAR BILL?

It's an omen! What does it mean?

I've got to show this to my friends

around work, the lanes, the Church.

I've got to show this to my wife (Maybe I'd better NOT!);

they've left her in the lurch.

Here comes a friend, I'll take it out.

Oh Gawd, where did it go?

It vanished into the great beyond?

My GAWD, WHERE DID IT GO?!

I hadn't seen one in a year or more...

Now it's gone...

down the street, a cry of glee....

Someone found a dollar bill........

Poetry, continued.

Don't ya love poetry?
Today, while in an RPG on Twitter, I played a rogue hologram. I appeared as
Eros (Or cupid, as you prefer) and came up with two in a minute's time. I
used my "Incredible powers" to attempt a little restored romance between two
of the characters. I MAY have succeeded. I'm not sure, but it looks good.

Poem 1 was recited to a character (male) on a "Voyager" RPG.

You pine for that for which you need not pine.
Don't stay back, don't toe the line!
If you hesitate, you lose.
So I suggest you DO NOT SNOOZE!
If you feel you don't know how,
Take my advice, and call her now!

Poem 2 was to a female character, an Orion.

Love which is not returned is not wasted.

Just because you think love is not returned
Doesn't mean it's not.
But if you don't believe in Winning,
Losing's what you've got.
The truth is here, yes it's here
it's right before your eyes.
Trust your heart (or is it hearts?),
And heed the plaintive sighs!

It's AMAZING what you can do when you're in character!

Take me to the Graveyard

I am a poet. I've done many types, styles. Poetry isn't just rhyming. It is what you FEEL. And that's the case.

I've had ECHOES OF SILENCE published, as well as OPPOSITES.
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Many of my poems deal with darkness, and depression, and death.

My most recent effort, called "Take me to the Graveyard" deals in the same manner.

It's good to let things out -- even though the "others" may classify you unstable.



Take me to the graveyard. Take me there today.
I'm tired of life's hassles, I'm tired of the pain.
Place me down in darkness, whither I shall go,
Place me down in darkness, six feet below.

At one time life had promise, each day was new to me.
There were new adventures, new people I could see.
Pain was just a concept, as abstract as could be
I could not know the bowels of Hell would be receiving me.

Everything that I held dear has been yanked from me.
Everything I had is gone: House, friends, and family.
Even my beloved pets have turned their backs on me.
Pain's no longer just a concept; it's harsh reality.

Take me to the graveyard. Take me there today.
I'm tired of life's hassles, I'm tired of the pain.
Place me down in darkness, whither I shall go,
Place me down in darkness, six feet below.

There are vultures on the roof: the wolf is at the door.
My clothes are all in tatters, there's water on the floor.
The pain of whips, the trials of life, have left me beaten, sore.
End my suffering, today, I plead. Don't make me ask for more.

At the gates of Hell I wait, where My new home is.
I can't deny the losses, I can't deny what is.
My new home's in darkness, and it's where I'll be.
And there at the gates of Hell, I will wait for thee.

Take me to the graveyard. Take me there today.
I'm tired of life's hassles, I'm tired of the pain.
Place me down in darkness, whither I shall go,
Place me down in darkness, six feet below.

Take me to the graveyard. Take me there today.
I'm tired of life's hassles, I'm tired of the pain.
Place me down in darkness, whither I shall go,
Place me down in darkness, six feet below.