Bonus Poem of the Week: Standing Up for Oneself

Standing Up for Oneself
April 22, 2015

What’s so wrong with standing up for oneself
In the face of that which is clearly wrong?
Why put one’s true feelings up on a shelf
For fear of ringing out truth like a gong
And alarming all to the steaming crap
That someone else is laying at one’s feet?
Why should honest folks garner the bad rap
For their thoughts, be they open or discreet?
Shouldn’t justice be a greater concern,
Where the righteous earn reward and the foul
Are fed to Hell’s flames, forever to burn
While He Upstairs casts down His displeased scowl?
Silence of the just can be quite the sin,
For through such reluctance can evil win.


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Poem of the Week: Just Another Long and Rambling Love Poem

Just Another Long and Rambling Love Poem
April 12, 2015

Lou Gramm once said that he wanted to know
Just what love was, and he sang about it so
To the point where his message carries on today,
Despite not receiving as much airplay
As it did back then, even though in my heart,
His words ring true to where I fall apart
At how I myself often start to feel
The same way at times, and it’s all too real
When at night I end up cuddling my pillow
To my bosom and start weeping like a willow—
Sometimes so hard that I throw a fit,
Which is craven of me, I’ll readily admit.
Even so, my longing for a soulmate
Has driven me so mad, it’s not up for debate,
And I wonder often what I’m doing wrong
To keep myself from living out a love song
Other than that one sung by Lou Gramm.
Yes, indeed, a hopeless romantic I am,
Always longing for that which’ll never be mine.
Ah, how this life of mine is such a grind!
Then again, so is all this wretched self-pity
I’ve been wallowing in from city to city
For so long that I can’t even begin
To fathom the mess I’ve put myself in,
Feeling sorry for myself night after night,
Going to Hell and back through this plight.
It’s so obnoxious, absurd, and insane
That I swear I’ve flushed my soul down the drain,
Never to ever get the thing back,
No matter what I do or how I attack
This foul lovesickness of mine once and for all.
Still, I must try, no matter how I fall,
For there must be something to say or do
To finally—FINALLY—chase off my blues
And see to it that my life from here on
More acutely portrays a different love song—
A wedding ballad of sorts, perhaps, I hope,
Should I think straight and not be a dope
And do all I can to prove I’m a man
Who’s worthy of love and not just a ham
Or a creep or schmuck out to give ladies grief
And make them toss and turn in their sleep
Upon their just meeting me, foul though I can be,
For I refuse to display the nasty side of me.
I know I’m a good person, or at least can be,
And that’s the side I want them all to see.


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Poem of the Week: A Random Love Poem for One of the Gutsiest Women I’ve Ever Seen on Television

A Random Love Poem for One of the Gutsiest Women I’ve Ever Seen on Television
April 3, 2015

With spirit strong and demeanor kind,
For weeks now, you’ve been on my mind,
And no matter how hard or often I try,
My memory of you just won’t die
For right or wrong, for better or worse,
Be it a blessing or a curse.
I carry you in my heart and my soul,
And you’ll be there even as I grow old,
Especially knowing how things have gone
From day one since this has gone on.
I’ve seen you once upon a time
Wading through much emotional grime
With as much strength and courage as you could,
Yet the anger that gripped you did you no good,
And struggle you did for quite a while,
But in the end you learned to smile
And overcome all that had burdened you
All because you’d the will to pull through.
Thankful that I am you’d done just that,
I still can’t wonder where you’re at
Or what you’re doing now with your life
Now that you’ve triumphed over your strife.
Hopefully, you’ve been doing well
Since escaping your personal hell
And are living the life you’ve long deserved
Since your troubles had put you on the verge
Of joining the slew of humanity’s fallen,
Had you not the guts to resist that callin’.
Still, I wish with all my heart
I could’ve been with you from the start
To lend you a hand when things got rough
And hold you tight when you didn’t feel tough
Enough to battle the pain you’d felt
And cope with the troubles you’d been dealt.
No woman or man should have to endure
A havoc so hectic, heinous, and impure
That it crushes his or her spirits so much
To the point where they’re tender to the touch,
And I bet that should I’ve been there for you,
I’d do all I could to see you through.
You wouldn’t have had to endure your fight
All by yourself every day and night.
You would have had someone by your side
To ease your grief when you wanted to hide
In a corner until the storms went away
In hopes of seeing a brighter day—
A day that would have indeed come,
Seeing as you could talk to someone
To help you through all your vile drama
Rather than your creepy surrogate mama
Who sung to you with a wicked, forked tongue,
Twisted you ‘round her finger ‘til you were done,
And humiliated you for all
To see and hear that given fall.
If nothing else, I would’ve tried
To see you through, standing by your side,
And healed you with all the compassion I
Could muster for you ‘fore your soul died
Of anguish and fear too intense for
Any lesser person’s fragile core.
You deserved love then—in droves, too—
And such would’ve been what I’d have given you,
And I just hope now, after your new start,
You’ve plenty of love and peace in your heart
And are living the life you’ve earned for yourself,
Now that your one book’s sitting on your shelf.
Still, I wish I could’ve been there
To show you exactly how much I cared
About your plight and offer you
Whatever I could to help you through.
That’s how real “straight” men work, after all:
Always there to catch their women, should they fall
And lend their shoulders for the gals to cry on,
Should they be coping with things best bygone,
And I can only start to tell just how manly
I’d feel if I could show you how I can be
Responsible for somebody else
And not think about only myself.
I’m a lonely sap as I am anyway,
And having a companion would sure make my day,
Even if I had to earn her love,
Which is certainly something I’m not above
Doing at all to prove my mettle,
But hey, now I’m just whistling like a kettle.
I’ll stop there, then, but overall,
I’m happy you’ve saved yourself from a fall,
And maybe in a different time and place,
You and I can share an embrace
And both our hearts can be warmed with love
As blessed by the powers from high above.
Until then, this lifetime comes first,
So let’s both make the best, not the worst,
Of what we each have, and maybe someday,
We’ll cross paths somehow, someway,
And get to know each other better,
No matter the season or the weather,
No matter whom you may have now
To tend to your needs any way, anyhow,
No mater your fate now or ‘round the bend,
Know this, sweetheart, in the end:
My heart is yours, forever true,
And one day, I hope to be with you.


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Bonus Poem of the Week: Behind: A Love Ghazal

Behind: A Love Ghazal
April 6, 2015

Constantly lost in thought, trying to clear my mind,
Hoping to leave my insecurities behind,

Searching for the words to let you know how I feel,
Wishing I could toss these difficulties behind

In terms of sharing with you this warmth in my heart,
Chucking any and all impurities behind,

Letting you know my love for you is genuine,
Encouraging you to cast your worries behind

About me straying from your side for another,
Leaving you as well as all our babies behind.

Forever do I intend to take care of you
From now ‘til death, where I’ll leave much moneys behind,

Tending to all your needs ev’ry which way I can,
Casting all childish insecurities behind,

Being the best man you could ever ask for, dear—
The kind of man to help you toss your worries behind

As we head into tomorrow and forever
Together, leaving all impurities behind

That contaminate this world, cruel as it can be,
Watching our troubles perish like squished fleas behind.

You’re my life, my beloved. Never forget that.
Now please let’s both leave these insanities behind.


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Poem of the Week: Through Hell to Heaven

Through Hell to Heaven
April 3, 2015

Sometimes to get to Heaven, we’ve got to go through Hell.
Sometimes we need to suffer before our lives go well.
It’s a pain in the neck to cope with, but cope with it we must
If we ever plan on living well—if it’s Xanadu or bust.

We all have drama in our lives, be it good or bad.
Sometimes, it’s the best thing ever, other times, the worst we’ve had.
Life ain’t all graduations and birthdays, after all,
For often are the times in life where we each take a fall.

Sometimes we lose a loved one to violence or disease—
A painful blow either way, the pain of which is hard to appease.
Sometimes we lose a job and with it the income to pay
The bills that keep on piling up relentlessly by the day.

Sometimes we lose a sense of pride when someone unkind
Insults us and makes us want to whip his or her behind.
Sometimes we lose a sense of respect for the people whom
We look up to when they do something dumb that brings their doom.

Sometimes we lose our faith in the way things have become
When we think back to the simpler life and lament at how it’s done.
Sometimes we lose our sense of direction from time to time
And end up missing the very mark that would make our lives sublime.

No matter what the situation, we must persevere.
We must prove to ourselves that we can master our own fear
And with our courage guiding us achieve what we desire
To lift ourselves to Heaven, high above Hell’s hungry fire,

For the Powers That Be have given us power over our own fate
To help us purge the cowardice, confusion, and hate
Out of our systems so that our strength may accumulate
And we can meet our destiny, no matter what piles on our plate.

Life is what one makes of it, after all, as per the saying,
And no one spends every minute carelessly laughing and playing,
And when times get tough, we all somehow screw in our heels
And stand up straight as we tangle with whatever life deals.

Only then can we hope to see a light at the end of the tunnel
Down which we all traverse like a perpendicular wind funnel,
For drama is inevitable, but with courage, we can overcome
That which is thrown our way under Heaven’s blazing sun.


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Poem of the Week: ‘Til This Life’s Done

‘Til This Life’s Done
March 27, 2015

Been such a louse over my many years
On this planet that I doubt I’ll ever
Even approach Xanadu’s gates, I fear,
Though trying would be a great endeavor.
So many people I’ve treated like trash,
So any things I should’ve said and done,
So many times I’ve made myself an ass
When this war ‘gainst life’s crap I could’ve won.
Now, though, I’m trying to be the best man
I can be with what little time I’ve left
In this life so that in the next I can
Live in peace with far less burden to heft.
I may be hoping ‘gainst hope with this one,
Bust I know I can’t stop ‘til this life’s done.


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Poem of the Week: Hate Hurts

Hate Hurts
March 12, 2015

Hate hurts.
Hate kills—
Kills hearts,
Kills souls,
Souls to ash,
Souls to stone,
Stone dead,
Stone dumb.
Dumb it is to hate.
Dumb it is to hurt—
Hurt others,
Hurt oneself,
Oneself when one needs healing,
Oneself when one needs love,
Love from others,
Love for others,
Others who can help,
Others who can heal,
Heal the soul,
Heal the heart,
Heart long shattered,
Heart dried and dying—
Dying for affection,
Dying for tenderness
Tenderness never received
Tenderness never felt
Felt for others
Felt for what one holds close
Close to one’s soul,
Close to one’s spirit
Spirit once crippled,
Spirit that can rise again
Again know prosperity,
Again know peace
Peace and tranquility
Peace after so much turmoil
Turmoil in the mind,
Turmoil that yet lingers,
Lingers to be vanquished,
Lingers, but not for long.
Long live love.
Long live hope,
Hope for resurrection,
Hope for moving forward,
Forward into a new life,
Forward to a new day,
Day of acceptance
Day of love.


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