POETRY
by L J
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A Man Who Has Written Many a Word
Looking back over time, now and then you will find
A man who has written many a word.
Through his pain and duress, he has tried to express
That which many may think is absurd.
The parade passes by, as he tries to tell why
As they hurry, they've no time to read.
Or confused by the text, which may seem too complex, They decide his words aren't what they need.
Everything Nobody Said
The things that are thought so important
The truth on which all things must rest
The colorful brightness of living
All the things we consider the best
The joys of existence lost in silence
All the ways we were easily misled
We shall find were all deeply imbeded
In everything nobody said
Love Them Anyway
Love them anyway
Tug at the heart
Share the wisdom
Make them smart
Squint and grin
When you're falling apart
Fall
Da leeves duz fallun
Da bugz iz gittin nurvus
Da sun drifts away agin
Da burdz haz had it
A wize old man colors eggs
For da hollow weeners
Da ferniss iz terned on
Aminolz growz daer hairz moer
An stuff like dat dis time uv yeer
Wadda teng id iz
It Didn't Work
Most of the time
There was too much going on
In my head for much of anyone
To really understand and sympathize
With me very well
I tried my best to communicate
With those I knew
And hoped for the best
But it didn't work
So I wound up alone and crazy
Which no one is obligated
To think anything about
I've accepted it
Null and Void
Reduced to cold
deductions
Adjusting in the dark vacuum
Lured into the machine
What do the watching words consist of?
Dreams with schemes?
Mind readers?
Prayer feeders?
Holy and unholy
subconscious greeters?
The Elephant's in the Pudding
The apes are filled with wine
The jackal's in the fruitcake
And having a lovely time
If I had less than nothing
I wouldn't have none at all
Since everything is something else
Nomatter what's it's called
Spring
Da leeves grow all over agin
Da bugz all crawl out
Da burdz iz back
Windowz iz pryed open
Coatz iz put away
Many people goes outside mower
And do different tengz like play bayzeball
Thunder comes along wid da rain
Sometimes da sun maykes it real hot
Flowerz and weedz and vejatayshun growz owt of da grownd and playsez where people plantz dem
Maybe, Maybe Not
Did they laugh at the little boy
With thoughts inside his head?
Decide that they'd ignore him
Sell his ideas instead?
Cataloged somewhere in a manner
so discrete?
Perhaps to be an inside joke
for all the depraved elite?
Led astray, kept out of the way
(We certainly don't want to have to deal with the likes him)
Let him think that all is lost
and waste all his tomorrows
Multiplying all his follies
Drowning in his sorrows
