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My Kinda Poetry 2

  Copyright 2015 by Marvin K. Perkins

  My Kinda Poetry

  My kinda poetry has a cutting edge,

  an intrinsic beauty and unmistakable

  style that sticks to the brain like glue.

  So unique are the words that rest in the mind,

  you can't forget them even if you try.

  Sometimes raw and unpolished,

  floating from pen to paper,

  sweet as honey and smooth as silk.

  My kinda poetry is a timeless thing,

  that tells the stories of you and me.

  Jagged as ice, bright like a diamond,

  shinning like a lighthouse in the sea.

  They are poetic gems found like

  pebbles on the sands of my life.

  They speak of love, joy, fact, fiction,

  depression and inspiration.

  Stories of romance and tragedy,

  war and peace and father and motherhood.

  They are a slice of me for the

  world to see, for now and forever.

  White Dove

  White dove spread your wings and

  fly, send your message of peace

  throughout our troubled world.

  Hope go with you in your sojourn,

  love and brotherhood sustain you

  in your long and perilous journey.

  Soar high above in winged flight,

  may God go with you in your quest

  to find some sanity, somewhere.

  I just pray it is not too late.

  A Child Again

  Hard to believe I was ever so small,

  I thought of a young child I watched

  Joyfully at play.

  I was ever so trusting, so happy

  And alive, so carefree, so unencumbered by the cares of

  The grown-up world.

  I marveled at his youthful exuberance

  Almost with envy and jealousy in my

  Heart that I was I longer so.

  I thought about my joints that ached

  and my movements that were slow,

  My hair so white like gray peppered snow.

  But then I thought about all the good

  Times in my life, my children and my

  Wife, and I smiled.

  And I hoped and wished that child

  Would have as good a life as mine

  Has been.

  I didn't think anymore that day or

  For a long while about being a child again.

  The Flower

  I saw a flower in a field

  of weeds and marveled

  at its beauty and simplicity.

  It blew slightly in the breeze,

  so carefree and natural

  not aware of my presence.

  It put on a show in that field

  to rival any pageantry man

  could devise, trying only to

  emulate something that the

  humble flower does so naturally.

  Lullaby

  Rock-a-bye, she sang me a lullaby,

  My mother by my bed when I was a

  Child.

  Her song was sweet, her touch so

  Gentle and loving, the fragrance of

  Her filled the air.

  She's been gone for many years and

  I have cried many tears, for losing

  The love she gave.

  But most of all,

  I remember the lullabies.

  You Can Call Me Poet

  The best compliment anyone can

  Give me is to call me poet.

  I guess deep down I always was one

  Even if I didn't know it.

  A poet's heart beats in my chest with

  Lines and rhymes to share.

  Even if I didn't know it was pulsing

  It was always beating there.

  Waiting to give of my soul to the

  World and keep on giving.

  Struggling to tell the tales, rhyme of

  The times, in which I was living.

  Yes you can call me poet,

  I accept proudly that moniker anytime.

  'Cause I can't think of any title

  That is so profoundly sublime.

  We Were Given

  We were given the sunshine

  and the rain, the moon and

  the stars and the sun.

  We were given the privilege

  of living and making the right

  choices for how we live that life.

  We were given food and drink

  and air to breathe and a beautiful

  world of wondrous creations.

  We were given all we need and

  more by a selfless Creator that

  asks only for our love and devotion.

  We were given all these things but

  we can't just take, we must also

  give back to our world in return.

  Butterfly

  My metamorphosis is almost

  complete but I am not quite a

  butterfly.

  My wings have started to sprout

  but I cannot yet take to flight.

  I feel the strength coming from

  way deep in my soul.

  I cannot, no I will not be defeated.

  I will fulfill my destiny in life.

  I will achieve my dreams,

  my enemies and fears conquered.

  Because someday I know in my

  heart I will be that butterfly.

  And I will fly.

  I will soar...

  Child

  Child be a child, you'll have

  a lifetime for grown up things.

  The world awaits, but let it wait

  a little longer while you play.

  Do not be in any hurry to enter

  that place of stress and worry.

  Play with your dolls and teddy

  bears, safe in your realm without

  a care, and enjoy all the fun.

  Go to the games and to the prom,

  do family things with dad and mom.

  Enjoy and savor every moment

  that childhood brings, because

  soon enough the grown up world

  will be your reality.

  Autumn

  An autumn morning envelopes me

  with unexpected delight.

  The chill in the air, the rustic colors

  are everywhere in sight.

  There's Football on the old TV

  and back to school shopping sprees .

  No white after Labor Day,

  That’s what people like to say.

  Leaves fall from the trees silently,

  walks in the park for you and me.

  It is our favorite season of the year.

  'Cause soon Christmas time

  will be here.

  Rise

  I will rise out of the ashes of a

  Burned out building where charred

  And blackened corpses rot.

  I will rise from the dark murky

  Depths of the sea's watery graveyard full of death's mysteries.

  I will rise from the battlefield’s

  Pain and suffering, misery beyond

  Comprehension where broken and

  Dying bodies lie.

  I will rise when everything seems lost

  And the ultimate price has been

  Paid and the cost seems impossible

  To bear.

  For I am hope and the unbeatable

  Human spirit, I cannot be defeated

  And I will...

  Rise...
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  A Hippie Love Poem

  When the stars and the moon

  fall from the sky.

  We will be together, forever,

  you and I.

  I will catch the heavenly bodies

  and put them in my pocket.

  Squeeze one into a precious

  jewel and make a diamond locket.

  You can wear it around your neck

  so you will never ever forget me.

  And how much in love we are

  and have happy we'll be.

  We'll take a rocket ship far out

  into outer space.

  Just you and I will start

  a brand new human race.

  They'll be no wars, no fighting,

  no hate, just love.

  And of course the symbol of

  our new world will be the dove.

  Everyone will wear a neckless

  that bears the peace sign.

  It will be exactly just like yours

  and mine.

  And we'll all live in peace, love,

  and brotherhood.

  As long as we have each other

  and the weed is good.

  Heart

  Heart cannot be measured, it can

  be enormous, or microscopic, it can

  Be full of courage and enthusiasm,

  Or cowardice and lack of commitment.

  It can roar like a lion or be timid

  As a lamb, it does not depend on

  The size of the individual it inhabits,

  It is a force in and of itself, a mighty

  Force that will not be easily conquered.

  It is the fighter in us all,

  the burning desire to win,

  to survive, to excel

  and never give up, it is boundless

  and immeasurable, this thing we

  call heart...

  Time Slips Away

  Time can be your friend or your

  Enemy,

  Seems you always have too much

  Or too little.

  The ticking of the clock is your

  Task master,

  He can drive you forward or sometimes back,

  Other times it seems like time stands

  Absolutely still.

  You can waste it, spend it, do great

  Things or nothing with it,

  But one thing you must remember,

  Once it's gone you can never get it

  Back.

  Funny, as they say, how time slips away.

  My Window

  Through my window I watch the traffic jam and crawl,

  horns sounding loudly, shouts of anger.

  A man on a bicycle wearing a brightly

  Colored helmet and reflecting jacket

  To match, children at play on the

  Sidewalk, a mother walking a baby in

  A stroller.

  Through my window I see blue skies

  Mixed with gray clouds threatening

  Rain, an old man with a cane,

  walking slowly as a world in a hurry passes

  Him by, a dog scavenging for a bite

  To eat, a young lady in tights out for

  Her morning run, looking pleased

  With herself.

  The world is outside my window but

  I am content to sit and watch it pass

  By, I am a part of it and it is a part of

  Me as I watch it and they watch me

  From the other side of my window,

  Wondering why I only sit and watch.

  A Silent Prayer

  A mother held her newborn

  infant in her arms, still

  marveling at the miracle

  of birth.

  A beautiful child lie on her

  heaving chest, breathing a

  breath she had given to him.

  She thought about how tiny

  and cute he was with his little

  wrinkled face and button nose.

  She held his hand in hers and

  gave a gentle caress, he held her

  finger and squeezed with all his might.

  She was reminded how precious

  life was and how cruel it can be,

  and said a silent prayer for him

  as she nodded off to sleep.

  Father Time

  Mirror you are a liar, your

  reflection altered by the light.

  A refraction of a moonbeam

  that transcended from the night.

  A ghostly apparition that appears

  almost translucent and unreal.

  Sent from darkness to reality

  wishing my mortal soul to steal.

  Who is he that stares back at me

  unrecognizable to these blind eyes?

  An old remnant of a self that I do

  not know or ever wish in life to be.

  Father Time is never kind but

  his judgment is final.

  So accept his verdict as the truth

  and don't live your life in denial.

  I Call it Hell

  It is such a sad thing for a

  father to bury his only son.

  A young man's life snuffed

  out before it had even begun.

  Another casualty of another

  endless and senseless war.

  With no purpose or reason

  why or what the killing was for.

  And as the father paid his

  final respects to his boy,

  he thought of all good times his

  son would never be able to enjoy.

  He would never marry and

  know the love of his life.

  That special girl that would

  someday become his wife.

  See his own children grow

  up and their children as well

  All because of this terrible

  thing called war, but I call it hell.

  Lessons

  Let not your pride be vanity,

  for humbleness of character

  is a more important attribute.

  Be self-confident but not

  boastful, be self- assured but do not

  speak too highly of yourself.

  A man who spends most of his

  time tutting his own horn will not

  hear the sound of others music.

  Let your words be humble and meek as a lamb.

  But let your deeds be mighty and strong and roar like lion.

  Take pride in your work and give

  respect to those who give respect.

  These are lessons a wise and prudent person should learn.

  Footprints

  I walk along that peaceful stream I knew so well but had long forgotten,

  leaving footprints in newly fallen snow.

  I see my breath white hot in the frigid morning air,

  I stop to reflect a while, the sky dark and gray with billowing clouds.

  Remembering back to my youth , those happy carefree days,

  when me and my father used to fish in the crystal clear water.

  Those were simpler times when the world had made sense,

  before it had spun out of control, I sure miss them now.

  My dad and me against the world, I thought it would always be that way,

  but things have a way of changing.

  Dad got old and passed away, I no longer had time for fishing and such things,

  ‘cause life got in my way.

  And now all I have left is fond memories of a life that used to be and footprints in newly fallen snow.

  The Sport's Nut

  The sport's nut is all about the games,

  the score, the stats, the player's names.

  The point spread, who won, who lost,

  the price of admission, no ma
tter the cost.

  He'll go anywhere and spend his last hard earned dime,

  just to be there at the finish line.

  To cheer and wave from the sidelines or his seat,

  he doesn't care how his team wins even if they cheat.

  The game is his life and his life is a game,

  how do you think he got his name?

  The sport's nut...

  The Watchers

  They say there are watchdogs who

  watch over what needs to be

  watched, but who watches over the

  watchdogs who are doing the watching?

  And who decided what or who needs

  to be watched and who is it that the

  watchers are watching for?

  What power or authority do they have to have the audacity to think

  they have the right to decide who is

  watched and who is not.

  I think we had better watch those

  who have the watchers watching us.

  They are the real ones in need of watching.

  Hope

  Hope you mean all things to me,

  everything that is or will ever be,

  without you there is nothing.

  Will I breathe the morning air

  when I wake and see a new day,

  it is not given to me.

  Will my heart beat pumping life

  giving blood through my veins

  I must certainly hope.

  You make my chest swell with