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ARE YOU THERE?
I SAT ON THE STEPS SMILING TO MYSELF WONDERING ARE YOU THERE.
I THINK ABOUT HOW LONELY IT GETS AND WONDER DO YOU CARE
YEARS PASSED, HOPE PREVAILED. I FAITHFULLY, YET DOUBTINGLY
ASK “ARE YOU THERE?”
THE SKY IS BLUE THE GRASS IS GREEN, THE FLOWERS BLOOM IN THE SPRING
ARE YOU THERE?
I SEE THE SIGNS AROUND ME, I HEAR THE SINGING OF THE EARTH –
BUT THERE IS NO MUSIC IN MY HEART.
ARE YOU THERE?
     -Originally DaMoment

 
DANCE
 
MOVE AROUND AND THROW OUT THE RUBBISH, AFTER ALL IT’S ONLY TRASH
THINGS YOU’LL REMEMBER ANYWAY, SO WHY KEEP IT FOR A STASH
TAKE HOLD OF THOSE MEMORIES AND GO FORTH TO MAKE MORE
GREAT TIMES, CELEBRATORY TIMES, OLD FUN TIMES OF YORE
MOVE A LITTLE CLOSER TO LIVING THE REAL YOU, NOT WHAT YOU’VE BEEN
MOVE TO BE COMFORTABLE IN ALL YOU DO, THE PERSON YOU’VE NEVER SEEN
DANCE, MOVE, DANCE, MOVE IT’S ALL IN YOUR ACTIONS
IF YOU SIT BACK AND GRUMBLE, YOU’RE LEFT WITH NO SATISFACTION
YOU’VE ALREADY BEEN THERE CHASING AND RUNNING DOWN YOUR EMOTIONS
DANCE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE TO ANOTHER HEIGHT
YOUR LIFE WILL ONLY TAKE OFF IF YOU TAKE FLIGHT
 
Originally DaMoment

Violin Playing 1

I chased you

I Chased You

I was fine as all get out, most definitely without a doubt

Honing in on men that I wanted to take out

My heart was never in dismay

For “they want you” is what I often heard them say

One guy in particular, a good ol’ boy, had no idea I wanted a menage a’ trois

With his paper sack brown skin, I was raging within

It was crazy, it was down right mad

Anticipating sex I hadn’t had

Although you laid low, your green eyes gave me the go

Once we got started, I knew you wanted mo

I called a friend in order to begin, a threesome it was to the exasperating end

A fantasy in my mind, I could only pretend

In my mind, I chased you

Originally DaMoment

Peace
Mesquite Flat Dunes

Birds did no longer sing

No blooming flowers in the spring

There was no sun to shine

There was no clock to give time

There were no places to go

No cars going to and fro

No moon to give the earth a glow

No grass to graze, no grass to mow

My heart stopped,

My pulse dropped

Silently, it all was over

 

-Originally DaMoment

Bodiam Castle

 
DISTRAUGHT
 
Can’t read
Won’t lead
Stays in bed
Under the bedspread
Fear raises its ugly head
Taking me back to the Armistead
Life I dread
Because of aforesaid
Memories of bloodshed
Not male or female, but coed
Hauling all away on a flatbed
Seeing the tears my mother shed
Dreaming of America, a better homestead
Originally DaMoment

 
I Am Lost
 
Can you help me find my way? My sense of direction has died,  I have no emotional bearings inside. I am lost.

Open your heart that you may see my soul resting upon yours and our intimacy will direct our feet to the fields of passion, unknowingly becoming what we have come to call
home.

I painted the picture that you had envisioned but I chose chalk and acrylic skies to capture what remains of your heart. The essence of your love pierced through the layers of my skin hoping to gain understanding of things I have buried inside. I can see how heaven feel.

Yes! And oh how the clouds pounce off one another with the air of God's nectar, dissipating through the nostrils of desire, culminating in a bond on His right side living forever more.
 
Originally DaMoment
 
Damn Awful
                                           S – Suffocated
                                H - Hated
                                A - Annihilated
                                M - Manipulated
                                E - Equivocated
              Damn Shame.
                                           A - Adulterated
                                D - Deteriorated
                                V - Violated
                                 I - Impregnated
                                C - Complicated
                                E - Exaggerated
           Awful advice.
 -Originally DaMoment  

I Don't Drink Anymore

I used to get a heavy head

To the bottle, my feet led

 

I got so delirious

Never one time, curious

 

My hormones raged with so much fuel

My hormones were sex inside a capsule

 

Ultimately where my knees buckled

On the bed I laid plainly humbled

 

Actually it is known as being numb

Not giving a thought to what the alcohol had done

 

I got cirrhosis, a liver disease

Just think, all I used to say was “pass the bottle please”

 

Depression raised its ugly head

A mirror of the life I had led

 

Prozac and Zoloft, to name two

Antidepressants the doc said may do

 

What the alcohol did to my state of mind

Wore on my body over some time

 

Now with the medication I now take

A mixed drink I no longer make

 

To the bottle, I’m no longer a whore

For life’s sake, I don’t drink anymore

 

-Originally DaMoment
 
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I’m Not Jealous
 
Don’t believe the hype, I’m not the jealous type.
You can’t tell me you didn’t sin, you screwed around again and again.
Our marriage was made with a vow, although with a moody distemper
With all the lovely words you said, it’s obvious you didn’t remember
With your friends, you’d hang out all night; with women in tow, it wasn’t right.
You’d party past the break of dawn, coming in late became the norm.
You acted like you had a live-in friend; wake up my brother, this has to end.
 You dressed with bling and the like, out singing karaoke taking over the mic.
Home you came with lipstick on your collar, it was another woman, I’d bet my last dollar.
Oh no, not from me arguments you heard, I would not give in to you getting the last word.
 
I stuck it out ‘til what I would call the end, I got my divorce with a subtle grin.
I didn’t hate, for my vows were true, but you messing up, just wouldn’t do.
I gave what you wanted, furniture and all, for all I wanted was freedom and ass I’d haul.
Time has past, but you’re still the same man, sitting back pondering your next plan.
I have to pray for the victim, for smart she can’t be, never been on the inside - the true you she doesn’t see.
I’ve moved on based on my suspicion, pursuing hopeful opportunities, needless to mention.
So when “I’m not jealous”, is what I said, believe it ‘cause if it was true you’d be dead.
 
Thankfully, I’m not the jealous type.
 
-Originally DaMoment

 You Are Nuts!
You come along singing a song
Like you’ve got nothing to do all day long
You expect to waited on hand and foot
Wake up fool and take another look
Look at your life for your past has been
A waste of time with no drive within
You’re a parasite, a pig, and a moocher
Can you at least get a job, I mean just could ya? 
I don’t understand how useless you can be
Take off those rosy  colored glasses and see what I see
A man with no rhythm for life, no hearing for sound
I’m sorry, but a sweet momma, you aint found
You’ve hit up the whole entire family
But for some reason you seem to cling only to me
Go muster up, shave, and get your ass in gear
Read a book; learn some words an employer wants to hear
I pay my taxes and you take them away
Sitting on your ass doing nothing all day
Then you bitch about not getting unemployment
It’s not a gift; it’s a benefit not for your enjoyment
You are nuts and someone has to tell you the truth
Right now my friend you have absolutely no clue
I’m so glad welfare has a limit, for people like you it would be infinite
So shoo, go away; do something, produce
Go wash your face, comb your hair, add a little mousse’
If my efforts don’t make you change
I can only not say you’re nuts, but you’re insane.
 
- Originally DaMoment



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