Submissions by jakedabomb
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write original inspired works when the come to me. I have written in excess of at least 25 poems and am writing more. I like to write in a style I call Embracivism and in found poetry, but often vary in my writing style.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2013 2:40pm
16th Jan 2013 2:40pm
Discovery is a Gift
In this life we have the ability to be whatever we want to be,
But in the next life we must be who we were meant to be.
It is then that we discover who we really are,
And what our greater purpose is in the past life.
It is a shame that we cannot discover who we were supposed to be in the current life,
For if we did it seems our lives may have been easier.
But it is also a good thing that we do not discover it now,
Or else we may try and not move on and have no greater reason.
So since we shall not know the real reason why our lives have purpose...
But in the next life we must be who we were meant to be.
It is then that we discover who we really are,
And what our greater purpose is in the past life.
It is a shame that we cannot discover who we were supposed to be in the current life,
For if we did it seems our lives may have been easier.
But it is also a good thing that we do not discover it now,
Or else we may try and not move on and have no greater reason.
So since we shall not know the real reason why our lives have purpose...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2013 2:38pm
16th Jan 2013 2:38pm
Gratuity Loss
It is easy to lose touch with the gratitude we should all possess.
The gratitude for the opportunity to become what we are today.
We were given a gift, the gift of humanity. The chance to become a person.
It is incredibly frightening to me to know that I could have become any other creature.
Such as a bird flying above, to be looked upon by humans as a simple occupation.
Or a horse, to be used by humans, never to earn the chance to become one.
We are given the gift to become a human, when we could have become nothing at all.
Only a prospect of thought and...
The gratitude for the opportunity to become what we are today.
We were given a gift, the gift of humanity. The chance to become a person.
It is incredibly frightening to me to know that I could have become any other creature.
Such as a bird flying above, to be looked upon by humans as a simple occupation.
Or a horse, to be used by humans, never to earn the chance to become one.
We are given the gift to become a human, when we could have become nothing at all.
Only a prospect of thought and...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2013 2:38pm
14th Jan 2013 2:38pm
Lay Still My Child
Lay still now thy tender head,
And approach the gates with glee.
Fear not for the one true god,
Is always watching over thee.
Lie still in thy slumber,
From hence you shall not wake.
Embrace release and relief from here,
And let slip all thy mistakes.
Go merrily into paradise,
To hills of assurance and light.
Call upon your loving and forgiving god,
And take him with all of thy might.
Sleep here now in this peaceful realm,
Made entirely just for you.
And sleep soundly young one,
For your loved ones will soon sleep too.
And approach the gates with glee.
Fear not for the one true god,
Is always watching over thee.
Lie still in thy slumber,
From hence you shall not wake.
Embrace release and relief from here,
And let slip all thy mistakes.
Go merrily into paradise,
To hills of assurance and light.
Call upon your loving and forgiving god,
And take him with all of thy might.
Sleep here now in this peaceful realm,
Made entirely just for you.
And sleep soundly young one,
For your loved ones will soon sleep too.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2013 2:34pm
14th Jan 2013 2:34pm
Sitting Upon a Tree
Sitting upon a tree, I saw something many only ponder.
I saw another tree fall and crash to the ground,
Ending its long and immaculate life.
And I immediately listened, harder than I had ever before.
To answer the age old question, if once it fell would it indeed make a sound,
Or would the result be silent, as if it didn’t happen.
And it fell, swiftly and violently, smashing its age old limbs.
But from hence, came no sound to my ears.
No crash, no crumble, only resounding silence.
The question had been answered. It made not a sound.
And...
I saw another tree fall and crash to the ground,
Ending its long and immaculate life.
And I immediately listened, harder than I had ever before.
To answer the age old question, if once it fell would it indeed make a sound,
Or would the result be silent, as if it didn’t happen.
And it fell, swiftly and violently, smashing its age old limbs.
But from hence, came no sound to my ears.
No crash, no crumble, only resounding silence.
The question had been answered. It made not a sound.
And...
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