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
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