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Poet Introduction
Books available by me on Amazon Bathroom Graffiti Terry Smith Angel Vomit Terry Smith Sid & Mary (Opal ) a journey into the wasteland
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jul 2022 2:36pm
13th Jul 2022 2:36pm
What are these strings for anyway
we used to fumble around
like two teenagers in the dark
now it's full on BDSM
and she is my bitch
like two teenagers in the dark
now it's full on BDSM
and she is my bitch
#guitars
#ThrillSeeking
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SELF POEM
Published
28th May 2022 7:32pm
28th May 2022 7:32pm
Wooden nickels
The diagnosis
was like flipping a two headed coin
and calling tails
my chances of survival
were about as good
as playing tag
in a leper colony
was like flipping a two headed coin
and calling tails
my chances of survival
were about as good
as playing tag
in a leper colony
#cancer
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SELF POEM
Published
28th May 2022 7:15pm
28th May 2022 7:15pm
The Clinic
It started out innocently enough
as a hiccup
like the kind you get
when you drink too much
and that is one road
I had traveled many times
like the one you take to work
some of the memories remain
others are fuzzy
like driving in a fog
Then I started choking on my food
thought a lifetime of eating too fast
had caught up to me
the restaurant life will do that to you
a little bit of advice
slow down
life is short
enjoy the food you eat
The first Dr I saw ( If you could call her that ...
as a hiccup
like the kind you get
when you drink too much
and that is one road
I had traveled many times
like the one you take to work
some of the memories remain
others are fuzzy
like driving in a fog
Then I started choking on my food
thought a lifetime of eating too fast
had caught up to me
the restaurant life will do that to you
a little bit of advice
slow down
life is short
enjoy the food you eat
The first Dr I saw ( If you could call her that ...
#cancer
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SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2022 4:34pm
27th May 2022 4:34pm
Coming to terms with the compass
I believe everything happens for a reason
but I was struggling with this one
Death and I had danced many times
since I was a child
and the juke joint
that she preferred
was open 24/7
and she loves to dance...
No
I think this road
was to walk in the shoes of another
to relate to all of those
that had a disease
that could kill them
This was a road they call empathy
but I was struggling with this one
Death and I had danced many times
since I was a child
and the juke joint
that she preferred
was open 24/7
and she loves to dance...
No
I think this road
was to walk in the shoes of another
to relate to all of those
that had a disease
that could kill them
This was a road they call empathy
#cancer
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SELF POEM
Published
25th May 2022 10:27pm
25th May 2022 10:27pm
Intro to The Black Spot
From the time we are born
we are on a journey
a traveler on a road
at some point we will come to a fork
and have to make a decision
which road to take
It is these decisions that
make us who we are
You can lie to others
you can even lie to yourself
but if someone was to look at
a map of the roads you have taken
they would know who you are
This book is about one such road
I was cruising down life's highway
sun shining ,warm with a slight breeze
perfect traveling weather
when I can across a...
we are on a journey
a traveler on a road
at some point we will come to a fork
and have to make a decision
which road to take
It is these decisions that
make us who we are
You can lie to others
you can even lie to yourself
but if someone was to look at
a map of the roads you have taken
they would know who you are
This book is about one such road
I was cruising down life's highway
sun shining ,warm with a slight breeze
perfect traveling weather
when I can across a...
#cancer
#vulnerability
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jan 2022 6:15pm
28th Jan 2022 6:15pm
rubber room for four
..so i was playing marbles using the second circle of hell [ you know the fun one ] with my imaginary friends...Larry...the one with turrets..who was an awesome juggler and kleptomaniac magician....Sally ..a extremely beautiful girl [ we made out a few times ]who was born with one arm significantly shorter than the other.... who hated playing pat-a -cake but loved to jump into mud puddles spinning around singing " let it rain..."....
Jesus alejandro benito faramundo tonio baldunio el dia de los muertos Lopes III.... we called him just another boy from the block....the pyro-revolutionist...
Jesus alejandro benito faramundo tonio baldunio el dia de los muertos Lopes III.... we called him just another boy from the block....the pyro-revolutionist...
#frustration
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Nov 2021 4:15am
14th Nov 2021 4:15am
Letters never received by Santa
these are letters I found in an old mail bag....never received by Santa.
Dear Santa,
All we want for Christmas is to get some sleep.
The bullfrogs
Dear Santa,
Could you PLEASE make fruitcake a tradition on some other holiday.
Every kid forced to eat that crap.
Dearest Mr.Kringle,
Your electric bill is three months over due,I am afraid we are going to...
Dear Santa,
All we want for Christmas is to get some sleep.
The bullfrogs
Dear Santa,
Could you PLEASE make fruitcake a tradition on some other holiday.
Every kid forced to eat that crap.
Dearest Mr.Kringle,
Your electric bill is three months over due,I am afraid we are going to...
#pagan
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Oct 2021 3:24pm
30th Oct 2021 3:24pm
Groceries
I am a paper bag
before the storm
my bones protrude
ominously
like the fins
of a shark
above the waves
my hair
once a field of wheat
now resembles
Kansas
in the 1930's
my legs
as unstable
as a three legged barstool
ridden by a drunken fat man
leaning back
tempting gravity
my spirit
exhausted
from the constant battles
forever retreating
and now my back
is against the wall
I am a paper bag
before the storm
and the forecast
is for...
before the storm
my bones protrude
ominously
like the fins
of a shark
above the waves
my hair
once a field of wheat
now resembles
Kansas
in the 1930's
my legs
as unstable
as a three legged barstool
ridden by a drunken fat man
leaning back
tempting gravity
my spirit
exhausted
from the constant battles
forever retreating
and now my back
is against the wall
I am a paper bag
before the storm
and the forecast
is for...
#frustration
#despair
#emptiness
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Oct 2021 5:32pm
28th Oct 2021 5:32pm
Recipe for a slow death
4 parts frustration
2 parts anger
a pinch of anxiety
a dash of hopelessness
throw in a handful of madness
season with despair
mix well
get a pan screaming hot
add ingredients
stir aggressively till the whole thing
starts to burn
and explodes all over the kitchen
It doesn't fucking matter
I can't eat it anyway
2 parts anger
a pinch of anxiety
a dash of hopelessness
throw in a handful of madness
season with despair
mix well
get a pan screaming hot
add ingredients
stir aggressively till the whole thing
starts to burn
and explodes all over the kitchen
It doesn't fucking matter
I can't eat it anyway
#anger
#frustration
#despair #disappointment
#despair #disappointment
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Oct 2021 12:25pm
5th Oct 2021 12:25pm
Dinner for no one at the tropic of cancer hotel
My throat is an
hourglass, food
passes like
grains of
sand
I wonder
when time
will run out
hourglass, food
passes like
grains of
sand
I wonder
when time
will run out
#cancer
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2021 3:07pm
2nd Oct 2021 3:07pm
Lying naked in a field of green
light reflects
off the fields
burning green
upon my eyes
green...the color of jealousy
as they watch the clouds
freely pass overhead
and listen
to the babbling brook
swiftly flow by
on an adventure
to some far off land
and the field must sit there
and wait
as the summer turns to emptiness
to be cover by the snow
off the fields
burning green
upon my eyes
green...the color of jealousy
as they watch the clouds
freely pass overhead
and listen
to the babbling brook
swiftly flow by
on an adventure
to some far off land
and the field must sit there
and wait
as the summer turns to emptiness
to be cover by the snow
#regret
#loneliness
#disappointment
#emptiness
#bittersweet
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2021 2:58pm
2nd Oct 2021 2:58pm
Untitled
The news came in
like a cold autumn rain
before the snow
It always seems to come
in threes
like some perverse triangle
encompassing you
It is only the thought of spring
that keeps us
from falling into despair
like a cold autumn rain
before the snow
It always seems to come
in threes
like some perverse triangle
encompassing you
It is only the thought of spring
that keeps us
from falling into despair
#grief
#heartbroken
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