(This is the title of my second collection of poetry.) That's Life
Sometimes it feels like
the whole world's spinning by
Then you always wonder why
you lose your mind.
Sometimes you forget yourself
And don't know why you're here
You feel like jumping off a peer
But you don't.
Cause you can stop the world
You can that inner peace
It's inside of everyone
And when it's all been said and done
You can remember
You will know why
There's a whole world waiting
For you and I.
So stop the world
Find your peace
It's inside of you
Remember who you are
It's what you're made to do.
And then you slip back to your older self
You forget yourself again
But it's all in the cycle
That's life.
Born to live.
Born to live
We live to die
It makes me wonder why
We were put on Earth.
Born to live
The experiences we have
But did we do it right?
Did our activities day and night
Follow according to the rules?
Born to live
Who cares if we did or not
Where's the book
From which the rules were got?
Born to live
There's no right way
For what we do
From day to day.
So forget
Examples Set
In years gone by
Live it your way.
I Beg You.
Some beg to differ
I beg to eat
I'm a poor beggar
Begging in the street.
Some beg to differ
I'm all alone
I've been a rolling stone
That gathered no moss
But what's life to a beggar
When nothing seems a loss?
I sit with my tin
I got from the Salvos
I scavange through bins
For a bite to eat
My heels are sore and the rest of my feet.
Life of beggar
Isn't the best
But as long as life is
Forget all the rest
Forget the hot road
That's under your feet
Forget it all and you will beat
You'll beat the hunger
That grumbles inside
You'll beat the tears
That roll down your eyes
At night.
Some beg to differ, I beg to eat
The sun is scorching in this summer heat.
World War 3
20,000 men with guns
they're all fighting on the run
Explosions here, explosions there
Nuclear missiles in the air
This is world war three
Fall out on the ground around
Faces burned with scars abound
Bodies charred to a fine black dust
What about the rest of us?
The few of us who are alive
In our shelters we survived
This is world war three.
20,000 men with sticks
they're all fighting with their hands
Running through the barren lands
This is world war four.
World war three is drawing near
With every passing day
Countries live in constant fear
It's surely on it's way
Nuclear threats and peace gone wrong
World war three will be here
As sure as the singer sings a song
And when it comes
It will be with the twinkling of an eye
World war three will spell the end
For folks like you and I
And when the time comes for world war four
There'll be no fancy guns
We'll be fighting each other with sticks and stones
And dead body's bones.
The poem of an insomniac
It's 12 o'clock midnight now
And I'm still awake
Being trying to get tired for ages
How long will it take?
I've counted millions upon millions
Of black and white sheep
But still I have trouble
Getting to sleep.
I read some books
I didn't drink coffee
It's half past two now
Yawn!
Half past one now
Yawn!
Grains of sleep are forming now
Yawn!
Half past....zzzzz.
I am
I am the brightest star at in the sky
I am looking at it with my eye
I am the dog that follows you home
Unrelentlessly
No matter how many times you tell me "Go away!"
I keep on following anyway
I am the spark which started the fire
I am the runner who never tires
I am the sun, the moon,
The postie who rides by each afternoon
I am all I said and so much more
Cause when you look all that you see
Is I am me!
Do You?
Do you dare to be different, in the this world of trends
Or do you wear the latest fashions, drive a Mercedes Benz?
Do you give money to the beggars, begging on the street
Or do you care more about the shoes on your feet?
If you thought about things for just one second
If you stopped to look at the world
You'd be shocked by what you see.
A poem about nothing at all in particular in fact.
This is the way
Live for the day
It's all gonna die
Don't ask me why
I wouldn't know
Which way to go
Who's right or wrong
What's goin' on?
Does it matter at all
If you're short or tall
Or skinny or fat
Anything like that?
When you make it to the mountain top
Does it mean you have to stop?
What's up with this topsy turvy world
When a boy can't show how he loves a girl?
I don't know what I'm trying to say
But I'll keep on saying it anyway.
There's nothing left for me to do
Now I've said all I wanted to.
The days of now
In the days of now you can see a cow
Grazing in a field
In the days of next you'll be perplexed
To see the fighter yield.
In the days of now we all say wow
When wonders meet our eyes
In the days of new for me and you
There'll be no lonesome cries
In the days of now one wonders how
They'll meet there daily needs
In the days of new for me and you
There'll be plenty of that feed.
In the days of now when cats meow
We think poor little thing
In the days of new for me and you
We'll shout out loud and sing.
So in days of now when you see a cow, or hear a cat
Or things like that
Think of days to come
That will be filled mostly with fun.
Did you ever see a Frooglefromp?
Did you ever see a Frooglefromp
or a Zwiggler or Snoad?
or how about a creature
That was two hundred toed?
I've spied a few
They hide amongst the clothes in wardrobes
And in draws
They hide away from harmful things like me and you
They hide in three and sometimes fours
They hide behind the wardrobe doors.
You may say I'm crazy
or totally insane
But have you seen a Huanfalaisy?
or a Toniwonibrain?
I have
When I climb in wardrobes
(They're walk in ones.)
When me and my brothers play cowboys and indians
With our pretend (finger) guns.
The one that got away
I can still remember the day
I caught the one that got away
It was ten foot long
And thirty inches wide
In the old scale
I caught him in the river
Where I always go to fish
He would've been big enough
To fill many a dish.
What? You say I'm lying about the one that got away?
But I caught it in the river just the other day.
Proof? I would've had some had it not have broken the line
And must you insist that I am downright lying?
Where's the rod? The bugger snapped it in half, so I threw it out
But you really should've seen the size of that rainbow trout
A poem by a poet
If a poem didn't ryhme would it matter?
If it made no sense at all would care?
If a poet asked you questions would you answer?
If
This
Poem
Was
Written
One
Word
Per
Line
Would you notice?
If I kept asking questions would that annoy you?
If I left a couple of lines on the page
If I stopped at any stage
If it made no sense
If snakes had feet
If
I
Wrote on
An angle
Like this
and
back
again
So your eyes shifted focus all the time would that annoy you?
I was ta use slang words like dis or dat would ya understand?
If I suddenly stopped....
There once was a homeboy named K
There once was a home named K
Who blew all his homeboys away
He took out his gun
And shot everyone
So they locked him up and threw the key away.
Goodnight
Yawn! I'm tired
Yawn! I need to go to bed
Yawn! But before I do
I'll write this poem to you
Yawn! To say Yawn! Goodnight,
Yawn!
Tell me the story.
Tell me the story of your life
How you remember
How you got through all that strife.
And how about those for which you've cared?
Tell me the story come on take me there.
I'll tell you my story, of I got through troubled times
How I got to see such glory and committed unsaid crimes.
I'll tell you the story of those for which I've cared
Come on, I'll take you there.
I've served my time in prison for unforgiven crimes
Been loved and hoped for love oh so many times.
But the one thing I'm still to do while I'm still alive
Is to tell of my journey through this thing that we call life.
That would take forever, I don't have that long
All I can say is for all I've done I've always done some wrong.
And I'll remain a prisoner, trapped inside this life
Till I get to where I'm going, till I reach the afterlife.
Too Short
I was going to make this a two word poem
But that was just too short
And so I made it more than that
Like I thought I ought.
Sad moments, Glad moments
Tough times we live in
Doesn't mean we that should give in
Sad moments, glad moments too
Which are spent more time on by you?
Sticky situations, always a way through
How to get there though is completely up to you
So make the best of your life, while it's still there
Because before you know it, it'll vanish into thin air.
Rubber-band man
I was walking down the road
Just the other day
When all of a sudden
I saw it come my way
It had three legs
And googly eyes
and it's mouth was of enormous size.
Three arms
Six hands
All suspended
By rubber band
It didn't charge, it didn't bite
But somewhere was a rifle
With it in it's site.
It's aim: To kill
Just for the thrill
Just for the prize to hang on the wall
And show off to one and all.
I didn't want the creature to end up on a wall
So I stopped dreaming and woke up
And there was the creature straight from my dream
It had come into reality, or so it seemed.
Then I realised it was my costume for the school play
About monsters.
Dead Beat.
Whatever happened to that happening sound?
I liked the beat when it was around.
It was the groove, the happening thing
When I was in the shower, it's what I would sing.
But then another tune just came along
We got up to dance to different song.
They tried to bring the sound back in,
But it was no longer a happening thing.
It's now a dead beat lying in the gutter
At the end of our street.
It never moves, it's lost it's groove,
It's just a poor dead beat.
Long forgotten, it still remains
In the back of someone's brain.
All muddled up with other stuff
That we never hear enough
Like birth dates and things as such
Things that never matter much.
And so we let it be forgotten
Throw it out in the waste bin
But as fads grow old
New ones appear
That'll be forgotten
Within a year.
Yellow
Sunflower, daffodil, pineapple too
Banana, sunshine, Bart Simpson too
That's what yellow is to me (and maybe you.)
Green
What does it mean to be enviously green?
How does green pass as the colour of grass?
It's the colour of leaves you see on most trees
When you go to field, it's all that you see (usually)
Frogs and toads and lots of things
It's the colour of emerald you see on some rings
Crocodiles, snakes, I'm sure there lots more
Green can even be the colour of your door.
Red
Roses are red
Hair can be too.
Lively and bouncy
It reminds me of noses
"What?" You might say, "It reminds of roses."
"No, no silly," I say as you frown,
"Red is the colour of the nose on a clown."
Blue
Sky, ocean, purple
They've all got something
In common with blue.
Blue is the colour of the sky
And the ocean.
And when you mix red and blue
You get purple.
It's got heaps of shades like any other colour
You can feel it
You can yell till your face turns it
That's blue.
Dawn
This is the dawning
Welcome to the morning
Darkness has passed away
Taken over by the day.
Darkness ruled before
Now the sun's there to adore.
Dusk
As daylight flees
And dusk sets in
I sit and watch the sky change colour
Blue, red, orange-y yellow
All at once
Then it slowly turns black
And night time's here.
Over rated?
Is love over rated?
I really wouldn't know
All my life I've searched, and waited
But haven't that special someone.
But I know there out there, somewhere
And if I seek then I will find
The one and only true love
That can only be mine.
I look at all my friends
With their respective partners
And think what am I doing they're not?
Is it something special i just haven't got?
No, love isn't over rated
I simply to find that special someone
Then I know my thirst will be abated.
Words
Madness
Sadness
Happiness
Crappiness
Nothingness
Nothing less
Cheerful
Fearful
Beautiful
Bountiful
Wonderful
We're all fools.
One man, Two men.
One man, went out one day
He came back with different ways.
Two men, didn't like what he said
So they killed, now he's dead.
Three men, of the law
Caught those two,
put them in jail
And locked the door.
Four men broke them out
Because they couldn't do without
Their partners in crime.
Five men, special force
Caught those six, of course.
Six men, went out one night
Got into a massive fight
Seven men, threw them out,
Took a while I might sprout.
Eight men, don't know what
Into trouble did they got.
Nine men, packed their bags
Threw it in, got new rags.
Ten men, saw it all
Watching movies at the mall.
One man, two men
Three men, four
Five men, six men,
Wait there's more,
Seven men, eight men, course there's nine,
All got seen during lunch time
By ten young men hangin' out at the mall
Standing by the cinema stall.
Security guard walking by
Said "You're loitering! Out you go!"
And I saw it all on a T.V show.
Who cares?
Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving now
I don't care why
I don't care how
I'm sick of crying
And feel like dying
Goodbye.
Love birds.
A flock of birds
Go into flight
Blackbirds fly
Into the night
Yellow beaks
Full of shrieks
Starry skies
Someone cries
You and me
In a park
In the dark
On a chair
Loving pair
Share a kiss
Shared in bliss
A flock of birds
Beating wings
Can be heard
As they land.
The seasons.
Summer is a time for play
You can go for a swim nearly every day
(If you want)
Winter is a time for snow
Which I'm sure you already know
It's also a time for rain
Which can sometimes be a pain.
Spring and all the flowers bloom
Time for cleaning every room
Cause winter made them messy
Autumn is the opposite of spring
And instead of flowers
There's brown on almost everything
Summer, you wish it were cold
Winter, you wish it were hot
But your mum just says
"Put up with what you've got."
Spring is hot and it's cold
Autumn's the same, except the plants look old.
A poem about sleep.
Eyelids close as sleep sets in
Eyes go up, then down again.
People toss and then they turn
Dream of things for which they yearn.
Dreams are weird what do they mean?
Images vividly seen
Hidden meanings? Maybe not
In some of them what is the plot?
Awake a new day shines ahead
A million thoughts run through your head
What will you do, what will you wear?
And what's that sock doing over there?
Then night time dawns
And someone yawns
Time for bed
Lay down your head
Close your eyes
And go to sleep
Not a word, no not a peep.
So close your eyes, let sleep set in
Off to have your dreams again.
