WORDS ARE OFTEN RANDOM

Words are often random.

It’s like what I think

And what I say

Are never in tandem.

My fingers don’t ink

What thoughts hand them

Poetry is the economy of words

Not just the pronunciation

Of words like, economy

Like one president would say

As he spontaneously spills spoonerisms

Like a dessertspoon’s stuck in his mouth

Because the aftertaste of voting victory

Is sweeter than Melting Moments’ cakes and pastries

Words…random…words…random

Words are often random

Protect what you say

Wear a speech condom.

[Written circa 1200hrs 10/12/2011.Inspired by Richard Henry Quist Sr at P.O.E.T.S (People Of Equal Thoughts & Spirit)

THE BEER AND THAT YEAR

He sat with his friends to whom he was a peer

Merry they made with wine and beer

Next, he sat in a car changing the gear

The road was smooth and the coast was clear

But a siren from afar, which he could hear

He looked in the mirror, the one for the rear

All too soon the police was near

What he had to do he did out of fear

He sped on the road and skid past a deer

And off the road the car did veer

It rumbled and tumbled and crashed like a pear

He did not survive but also lost an ear

His family had lost him, he was so dear

Only from school he’d have graduated that year.

REAL DREAM

Dreams are hard to make

It takes time to sleep.

Sing a lullaby

So you can sleep now.

Though your eyes are closed

Dreams are fun to see,

Doing things unseen

When you are asleep.

Every dreamer must

Remember this truth:

Dreams are made so real

Only when you wake

Written circa 2145hrs 17/08/2011

[Inspired by a “writing challenge” at People Of Equal Thoughts & Spirit (P.O.E.T.S)]

WHEN LOVE LEAVES

Prologue:

 “It takes love to love someone

     But it takes trust to keep that one.”—r.j.o'zionn

The poem:

When the soil of separation

Is loamy enough.

And the seed of mistrust

Is sowed even singularly.

A sprout shoots up in no time

It then stems out into the inevitable:

As they both branch away from each other,

The greenness of love turns brown.

Then the leaves begin to fall…

That’s...when...love...leaves.

[Inspired and written circa 0755hrs-0800hrs   08/09/2011,by a member of P.O.E.T.S [People Of Equal Thoughts & Spirit], Thomas Hayes’ poem, “When Love Leaves.”Circa 0755hrs-0800hrs   08/09/2011.  It had a picture on which the poem was written; A picture of luggage leaning against a tree.]

THE POWER OF POETRY

Prologue:

If I heard that poetry was dead
I'll cut my head so I'll live instead.
I'll do the impossible
Because truth is not plausible
And everything I do will be free
Not forcible...

If you look long
And deep enough
You'll realize that everyone is a poet
I am a poet
You are a poet;
We are all poets.
But it is locked up,
Down here (the mind)
And up here (the heart).

The poem:
After a few hours later,I am back free-styling
With the free powers of poetry
Potent enough to raise the dead from the cemetery.
Words unexpressed within you are dead;
Heart, brain, lungs, liver.
As I count how many times
You try to say the unsaid
On my fingers and toes
Keeping track of it in my head.
You show how powerless you are
Until I see your lips begin to quiver
Because the words within you are so hot like lava
That makes your soul shiver.
Oh mama,like a mother in labour
You begin to deliver words which cut up your mouth
And heals you back.
But you're so torn up and you seem stressed
And so I sow you up like a seamstress
With truth as my needle and honesty as my thread.
Use the free powers of poetry
Because words unexpressed within you are dead
Until you give them life with your lip.
Be the captain of your life
And please...don't abandon ship.
Read...write...and let the pages flip
UNLEASH THE POET!