Submissions by newdaddy56
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a son, father, brother and a man who's been given a second chance at doing the right thing.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jan 2014 9:11pm
4th Jan 2014 9:11pm
A New Years begins...
Still haven't properly dealt with the lost of my earth
Miss her beyond comprehension
Grew tired of seeing the simple thing slip from her grasp
She struggled to maintain her dignity
It grew harder for her to realize that it was never lost
Lost one too many people this year but time is relative
"No matter how far wrong you've gone,"
"You can always turn around"
Lost my way once or twice
but the path was/is always clearly marked
Rediscovered the simple things in life ...
Miss her beyond comprehension
Grew tired of seeing the simple thing slip from her grasp
She struggled to maintain her dignity
It grew harder for her to realize that it was never lost
Lost one too many people this year but time is relative
"No matter how far wrong you've gone,"
"You can always turn around"
Lost my way once or twice
but the path was/is always clearly marked
Rediscovered the simple things in life ...
781 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2014 8:41am
3rd Jan 2014 8:41am
Become someones hero
Almost daily my attention's pointed towards another man who's fallen from grace
Sports figures,Politicians,Men of the cloth
Most times it's just the guy next door
What happens that makes a man forget his purpose
What happen to a man just wanting to be a great father
Someones hero
Single motherhood has become the norm
A man should stand head and shoulders above the rest
At least in someones eyes
I wanted to be like my hero
He wasn't my father or dad
He just...
Sports figures,Politicians,Men of the cloth
Most times it's just the guy next door
What happens that makes a man forget his purpose
What happen to a man just wanting to be a great father
Someones hero
Single motherhood has become the norm
A man should stand head and shoulders above the rest
At least in someones eyes
I wanted to be like my hero
He wasn't my father or dad
He just...
796 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2013 12:14pm
31st Dec 2013 12:14pm
If you wear...
If you wear a colored shirt, name tag
apron and or hat
You might want to give me a second of your time
Your career options are few
Your prospects ... none
Nothing wrong with honest work
Just don't confuse it with having a career/life
Your disposable .... period
Right now
This very second
Your at a pivotal time in life
It now has more to do with the way you carry yourself
How you see the world and what you do from this point on
I'm trying make things as to uncomplicated as possible
so you'll...
apron and or hat
You might want to give me a second of your time
Your career options are few
Your prospects ... none
Nothing wrong with honest work
Just don't confuse it with having a career/life
Your disposable .... period
Right now
This very second
Your at a pivotal time in life
It now has more to do with the way you carry yourself
How you see the world and what you do from this point on
I'm trying make things as to uncomplicated as possible
so you'll...
690 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Nov 2013 11:23am
3rd Nov 2013 11:23am
Yourtimehascomeyouwouldn'tknowit
Your life has become a run on sentence
I told you I wouldn't preach to you this time
It is time for me to get out of your way
As a substance abuser
I fully understand the daily pitfalls
It's Monday has now become as good of an excuse as any for you to pick up again
I held on to you for dear life because
it helps me hold onto me
but it's you that has given up
It's now become a matter of not what can I do for you
but what I...
I told you I wouldn't preach to you this time
It is time for me to get out of your way
As a substance abuser
I fully understand the daily pitfalls
It's Monday has now become as good of an excuse as any for you to pick up again
I held on to you for dear life because
it helps me hold onto me
but it's you that has given up
It's now become a matter of not what can I do for you
but what I...
591 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2013 10:37am
3rd Nov 2013 10:37am
The Can Man...
I found myself passing judgement on another the other day
What happen to make this man collect cans
Why wouldn't he just pick himself up and join the rest of us
I've often thought the same of the corner paper man
How lazy of him
Reduced to selling papers at five in the morning
Never giving him credit that he's on the job each day
He could do so much better if he just applied himself
However
Does someone think the same of me
He had such potential
Now...
He opens boxes for...
What happen to make this man collect cans
Why wouldn't he just pick himself up and join the rest of us
I've often thought the same of the corner paper man
How lazy of him
Reduced to selling papers at five in the morning
Never giving him credit that he's on the job each day
He could do so much better if he just applied himself
However
Does someone think the same of me
He had such potential
Now...
He opens boxes for...
597 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2013 2:08am
9th Oct 2013 2:08am
It's not me...
Maybe it's not me
Could I be the normal one
That single almost perfect pearl
Rounded by nature
If so, then why am I
Surrounded by nothing but irregular ones
It's not the company I keep
It's about how the standards have been lowered
in order to maintain a sense of normal
I see the glass as half full
You don't even see the glass
Far too many feel entitled
To what and why?
Your self loathing, self-serving and fail at most everything you do
Following a...
Could I be the normal one
That single almost perfect pearl
Rounded by nature
If so, then why am I
Surrounded by nothing but irregular ones
It's not the company I keep
It's about how the standards have been lowered
in order to maintain a sense of normal
I see the glass as half full
You don't even see the glass
Far too many feel entitled
To what and why?
Your self loathing, self-serving and fail at most everything you do
Following a...
684 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Aug 2013 9:13pm
18th Aug 2013 9:13pm
Friends...
I've had many... too many in fact to count
Some, I was unworthy to have
Others, unworthy to have me
My current group ... amazing to say the least
While never tested
I believe if asked, they would never ask ... WHY
Should I be measured by their actions
One would find them as deep and refreshing as an artisan well
Natural, without added filters
Their reflections makes me a giant among men
They give me my space ...I respect their's
A Young Lion
Who protects his home with an unwavering determination
A...
Some, I was unworthy to have
Others, unworthy to have me
My current group ... amazing to say the least
While never tested
I believe if asked, they would never ask ... WHY
Should I be measured by their actions
One would find them as deep and refreshing as an artisan well
Natural, without added filters
Their reflections makes me a giant among men
They give me my space ...I respect their's
A Young Lion
Who protects his home with an unwavering determination
A...
715 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jul 2013 6:32am
4th Jul 2013 6:32am
The earth stopped today...
The earth stopped today
I felt it
My balance was off
I tried however to remained steady
The shift wasn't unexpected
As with all things
Change occurs with or without our permission
She's no longer within my reach
The sun will never shine as bright
I will never feel her love as it trickles down her finger tips and touches my face again
Mint will not smell as sweet
Gingerbread will never taste the same
A story...
I felt it
My balance was off
I tried however to remained steady
The shift wasn't unexpected
As with all things
Change occurs with or without our permission
She's no longer within my reach
The sun will never shine as bright
I will never feel her love as it trickles down her finger tips and touches my face again
Mint will not smell as sweet
Gingerbread will never taste the same
A story...
738 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Jun 2013 11:13am
9th Jun 2013 11:13am
I'm going to try...
I thought I knew all I needed to know about you
but I didn't
Eighty three years of living is a very long time
So many peaks, so many valleys
A soft spoken, attractive woman who held it down
despite all the roadblocks of life
Both mother and father at a time when
the kitchen was still considered the only place that you should have been
An unappreciated talent
Artist,songstress, baker, seamstress,doctor
Banker,lawyer, nurse, tutor
A modern day life-coach
Proud to a fault
...
but I didn't
Eighty three years of living is a very long time
So many peaks, so many valleys
A soft spoken, attractive woman who held it down
despite all the roadblocks of life
Both mother and father at a time when
the kitchen was still considered the only place that you should have been
An unappreciated talent
Artist,songstress, baker, seamstress,doctor
Banker,lawyer, nurse, tutor
A modern day life-coach
Proud to a fault
...
753 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th May 2013 11:53am
26th May 2013 11:53am
An Old Diva tale
You don't see your short comings
Never rising to a level where one/anyone would consider you acceptable
Yet that's all you preach about
Still confusing sex with love
Your bed stays warm but when you rise, to your surprise
you alone ... again
There's another line in your face now
Your starting to looked weathered
Those love handles aren't as cute as they once were
The postman, the baker, the candlestick maker
You keep trying to find someone to love you
The question is ... how is it always them and never you
...
Never rising to a level where one/anyone would consider you acceptable
Yet that's all you preach about
Still confusing sex with love
Your bed stays warm but when you rise, to your surprise
you alone ... again
There's another line in your face now
Your starting to looked weathered
Those love handles aren't as cute as they once were
The postman, the baker, the candlestick maker
You keep trying to find someone to love you
The question is ... how is it always them and never you
...
843 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th May 2013 8:17am
13th May 2013 8:17am
Slaves Mentality
Our lineage can't be traced for more than three or four generations
We have no true place to call home
We're not African or American
So can we really be called African American
Our attempts to establish a holiday uniquely ours failed
Never part of the mainstream but always there to nurture it's development
We latch onto the cultures of others and adapt like chameleons
In turn, parts of our uniqueness is taken and used; dress , speech, music
The rest discarded like old newsprint
Self loathing/drugs/alcohol have always help thinned out...
We have no true place to call home
We're not African or American
So can we really be called African American
Our attempts to establish a holiday uniquely ours failed
Never part of the mainstream but always there to nurture it's development
We latch onto the cultures of others and adapt like chameleons
In turn, parts of our uniqueness is taken and used; dress , speech, music
The rest discarded like old newsprint
Self loathing/drugs/alcohol have always help thinned out...
878 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
7th May 2013 9:46pm
7th May 2013 9:46pm
I've reached out...one last time
I've said this a thousand times
"this will be the last time I'll help"
but as always, I renege
I love you but I can't let you invade my soul
"again"
What I offer now is the best I can or will do
I have others now who draw from what little strength I've left
I will not let them see the darker side of me again
I've evolved
Simply, a man content in his own skin
Your demons still haunt you, mine have been caged
I love you but this will be the last time I offer my hand
The difference...
My footprint met you today
...
"this will be the last time I'll help"
but as always, I renege
I love you but I can't let you invade my soul
"again"
What I offer now is the best I can or will do
I have others now who draw from what little strength I've left
I will not let them see the darker side of me again
I've evolved
Simply, a man content in his own skin
Your demons still haunt you, mine have been caged
I love you but this will be the last time I offer my hand
The difference...
My footprint met you today
...
718 reads
2 Comments
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