Reality Me

Category: Poetry

Amateur scribblings often over rhythmic, rhymey, shallow and too Freudian.

  • Simple, yet powerful

    To live, to learn, to love, to leave a legacy. Perhaps our blogs use too many words.

  • I cry

    I hold you my son
    And I cry
    For I cannot give you all the world.

    I watch you my daughter
    And I cry
    For I cannot give you all my time.

    I teach you my son
    And I cry
    For I cannot give you all knowledge.

    I guide you my daughter
    And I cry
    For I cannot prevent all your mistakes.

    I set you free my son
    And I cry
    For I cannot protect you all the time.

    I love you my wife
    And I cry
    For I cannot give you a better life.

    And I cry
    Tears of joy
    For all of you give me such happiness!

  • Oneself

    You come into this world alone
    Yet in the company of others.

    You live your life alone
    Yet in the company of others.

    You die alone
    Yet are mourned in the company of others.

    Why can the heart not be alone
    But yearn for the company of others?

  • My Entry to the Problogger iPod giveaway

    My entry for Problogger’s 6th giveaway is:

    iBlog for iMust

    I met a guy from Oz
    Tim Miller his name
    Of SpyJournal fame
    We have never met in person
    But are friends all the same

    See I was trying out
    This fad call blogging
    Tim said its more than a game
    Blogging is not a fad
    It’s here to stay

    People make a living
    In this digital world
    Publishing their own word
    Tim advise, “Check out problogger
    A site by Darren Rowse.”

    Problogger showed the way
    Follow these rules
    And you can make your pay
    In the comfort of pajamas
    Sitting at your computer all day

    I have yet to make a dime
    But Darren must be doing ok
    For it’s Problogger’s birthday
    And good ol’ Darren
    Is giving $54,000 away

    Remember, they just needed a poem with the word "problogger" or "Darren" in it. The poem did not have to be a literary masterpiece although there are a couple of gems! At the time of this post, Darren Rowse and Lara Kulpa had 416 entries for their iPod giveaway which includes 4 iPods and 1 iPod makeover. You still have 4 hours to enter.

  • Have you ever really felt pain?

    My stomach hurts. My back and neck hurt. My mind aches. My soul bleeds. I look back hoping to see how far I have come, only to realize, my journey has just begun. I thought they paved the road ahead of me. Perhaps I left the path. This thicket is prickly and dense and makes me long for a second chance. The easy road is over there. No path goes that way. At the end, I wonder if I will look back to realize my journey has just begun, or realize, instead of seeking pain, I should have had fun.

  • Rumpleskin Red

    Old Rumpleskin Red
    Fell on his head
    When he tripped on the crap
    Left on the steps to the stair

    It would not be a story
    Lest be it so gory
    He died with his head
    In the liter box

    The cat was displeased
    Torn between where to pee
    Use the head
    Or the clean laundry?

    Ol’ Red caused a quandary
    For it was his job
    To care for the cat pee and poo
    No one else knew what to do

    They thought long and hard
    About Rumpleskin Red
    On how to give a funeral
    To this man unexpectedly dead.

    He stunk to high Heaven
    Of ammonia and rot
    No one wanted to touch him
    Or explain how he died

    So he was buried in the yard
    With the box
    The cat
    And the crap.

    Fin.
    —–
    Discarded lines (the outtakes have you):
    Twice in his life
    Red’s luck had his head filled with crap
    Once metaphorically
    And once by the cat.

    Suddenly it dawn
    A solution to all problems
    What to of Ol’ Red, his pet,
    And the mess on the stairs

  • Fading Light

    My Joy cannot beat Misery
    Our Stress weighs too heavy
    Stealing away the Happy.
    Our Days are filled with constant pleasures
    Like firecrackers, numerous, small, quick.
    The Suck is like a Nuke
    And evaporates all positive energy.
    It is all Wrong.
    Losing my Fight.

  • Happiness is always inside

    Ultimately we are responsible for our own destinies
    Outside influences and circumstances can beat us down
    But we choose between happiness and sadness.
    We can wish happiness upon others.
    We can gift happiness to others.
    But we cannot force happiness upon anyone.

  • My existence

    I made the mistake
    I lived for me.
    What folly!
    I lived for thee.

    I breathe in
    The air you exhale.
    I am indebted to you
    For the honor.

    I live a life
    Planned.
    Altered.
    Unstable.

    I cannot let go
    Things are right.
    Twisted around
    Mind fight.

    I die
    Still alive.
    No afterlife
    Spirit is gone.

    I lived.
    Never free.
    Trapped.
    Slave, of me.

  • The Fog

    Through early morning fog I see
    Visions of the things to be
    The pains that are withheld for me
    I realize and I can see

    I try to find a way to make
    All our little joys relate
    Without that ever present hate
    But I know that it’s too late

    The game of life is hard to play
    I’m going to lose it anyway
    The losing card I’ll someday lay
    So this is all I have to say

    The only way to win is cheat
    And lay it down before I’m beat
    And to another give a seat
    For that’s the only painless feat

    The sword of time will pierce our skin
    It doesn’t hurt when it begins
    But as it works it’s way on in
    The pain grows stronger watch it grin

    A blind man once requested me
    To answer questions that are key
    Is it to be or not to be
    And I replied, “Oh why ask me?”

  • Forgotten Lines

    I wrote a haiku
    While I slept it was very good
    I woke to forget

  • Today we think

    Today, as you raise your hand to the driver that just cut you off, think
    Choose to raise that middle finger, or give a friendly wave

    Today, when the children learn that a whole roll of toilet paper won’t flush, think
    Yell at them, or give them a hug and tell them it is ok to make mistakes

    Today, when you miss the deadline again, think
    Self-flaggelate to no end, or focus and get it done

    Today, when your loved one snaps at you in stress, think
    Sulk away and be hurt, or smile and give a hug

    Today, think
    Because sometimes tomorrow never comes.

  • The Fog

    The game of life is hard to play
    I’m going to lose it anyway
    The losing card I’ll someday lay
    So this is all I have to say

    The only way to win is cheat
    And lay it down before I’m beat
    And to another give a seat
    For that’s the only painless feat

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  • Wednesdays, my favorite worst day

    Wednesdays are Lost
    Work is Lost to the children’s needs
    Lost as a taxi service
    Preschool, preschool, high school, STAR
    Time Lost to the kids is precious
    On Wednesdays I am in paradise, Lost
    In the island of my mind, I am Lost
    Lost in self-flagellation and meditation
    I so look forward to Wednesdays
    My favorite times have always been Lost times
    I would not trade my Lost Wednesdays for anything
    Best of all, Wednesdays end with Lost

    “I can’t do this all on my own. No, I know, I’m no Superman!“