Submissions by thoughtjotter1 (R. T.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2014 6:08pm
23rd Mar 2014 6:08pm
The Slippery Slope of Despair
Gone is that fluid gait of the young man's confidence,
Reduced to a doubtful shuffle by the lose of direction.
Now precariously balanced at this precipice of uncertain purpose.
Reluctant to continue this journey yet pushed on by the eagerness of time.
Groping for a grip on the fading Hope of assurance,
My hand grasped the bottle of hollow encouragement.
I am soon washed away by a flotilla of regret as I seek to drown reality.
Caught in a this flash flood of despair, drowning in self pity,
I allow myself to be carried to the bottom of misery.
...
Reduced to a doubtful shuffle by the lose of direction.
Now precariously balanced at this precipice of uncertain purpose.
Reluctant to continue this journey yet pushed on by the eagerness of time.
Groping for a grip on the fading Hope of assurance,
My hand grasped the bottle of hollow encouragement.
I am soon washed away by a flotilla of regret as I seek to drown reality.
Caught in a this flash flood of despair, drowning in self pity,
I allow myself to be carried to the bottom of misery.
...
876 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2014 11:15pm
22nd Mar 2014 11:15pm
The Heartbreak of Rosie Red
Inspired by Jim Beam
She ran from the altar choked up in tears
From the beginning her wedding had been cloaked in fears
Now, all Rosie Red had left was the hopeless loss thereof
When the time had come for her to be given to her one and only Love
There was not one in all the land to do this precious task
There was no one to be found, Alas,
That would give a Rosie Red Rats Ass.
She ran from the altar choked up in tears
From the beginning her wedding had been cloaked in fears
Now, all Rosie Red had left was the hopeless loss thereof
When the time had come for her to be given to her one and only Love
There was not one in all the land to do this precious task
There was no one to be found, Alas,
That would give a Rosie Red Rats Ass.
676 reads
4 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
21st Mar 2014 1:30am
21st Mar 2014 1:30am
His X
The first time I saw her at the feed and seed back home.
It didn't take but one good look, I had to make her my own.
I saw him looking at me when I was looking at her.
Just how he felt about it I wasn't quit sure.
I knew he knew what I had on my mind.
Cause it's hard to hide the truth when you're two of a kind.
She sure looks good and she sure is something.
She'll put a smile on your face when you see her coming.
She don't wear a bra, don't nothin sag
She's got a tight rear end, don't nothin drag
The excitement on my face was the same...
It didn't take but one good look, I had to make her my own.
I saw him looking at me when I was looking at her.
Just how he felt about it I wasn't quit sure.
I knew he knew what I had on my mind.
Cause it's hard to hide the truth when you're two of a kind.
She sure looks good and she sure is something.
She'll put a smile on your face when you see her coming.
She don't wear a bra, don't nothin sag
She's got a tight rear end, don't nothin drag
The excitement on my face was the same...
640 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Mar 2014 5:02am
19th Mar 2014 5:02am
Trail of Tears
In the chronicles of history are found such deplorable acts,
where the guilty are exposed by the recording of facts.
One of the most heinous mass murders these records recall,
was genocide committed by those, not, looked up to by all.
" It will be my sincere and constant desire to observe toward the Indian tribes within our limits a just and liberal policy, and to give that humane and considerate attention to their rights and their wants which is consistent with the habits of our government and the feelings of our people"
" There are no necessary evils in...
where the guilty are exposed by the recording of facts.
One of the most heinous mass murders these records recall,
was genocide committed by those, not, looked up to by all.
" It will be my sincere and constant desire to observe toward the Indian tribes within our limits a just and liberal policy, and to give that humane and considerate attention to their rights and their wants which is consistent with the habits of our government and the feelings of our people"
" There are no necessary evils in...
796 reads
7 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
18th Mar 2014 6:32pm
18th Mar 2014 6:32pm
Blues Monger News
Put down that remote, it's Blues Monger News.
Drowning in mystery, thirsting for clues.
Acts or facts, just part of the show.
Which is which, you'll never know.
You can't really trust how it all looks,
If they paint you a picture or write it in books.
Let me live life with Hope, Let me live life with Laughter,
Let me guess you'll Love me from here Ever After!
They lay down a theory, make up some facts,
mix it all up and pile it in stacks.
Then worry you to death, the end may be near
And when you're distracted , not thinking to clear,...
Drowning in mystery, thirsting for clues.
Acts or facts, just part of the show.
Which is which, you'll never know.
You can't really trust how it all looks,
If they paint you a picture or write it in books.
Let me live life with Hope, Let me live life with Laughter,
Let me guess you'll Love me from here Ever After!
They lay down a theory, make up some facts,
mix it all up and pile it in stacks.
Then worry you to death, the end may be near
And when you're distracted , not thinking to clear,...
827 reads
10 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
16th Mar 2014 1:33pm
16th Mar 2014 1:33pm
The Courage of the Fighter ( With the Battleground Inside)
Inspired by all the Courageous Fighters I have met along the way
The Courage of the Fighter with the Battleground Inside
The Courage of the fighter can Never be denied
They wear their scars with pride from fights they fought before
Like all of us they wish to see what Life has yet in store
We must never forget the fighters who have fallen in the past
They will be among the Heroes when the victory comes at last
The Courage of the Fighter with the Battleground Inside
The Courage of the fighter can Never be denied
The Fighter...
The Courage of the Fighter with the Battleground Inside
The Courage of the fighter can Never be denied
They wear their scars with pride from fights they fought before
Like all of us they wish to see what Life has yet in store
We must never forget the fighters who have fallen in the past
They will be among the Heroes when the victory comes at last
The Courage of the Fighter with the Battleground Inside
The Courage of the fighter can Never be denied
The Fighter...
862 reads
15 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
14th Mar 2014 6:14pm
14th Mar 2014 6:14pm
Rodeo Monkey
This was inspired by, Jukebox - "This One Deserves A Title"
Rodeo Monkey
She painted me a picture in black and white,
then held up a mirror in broad daylight.
It was no crocodile I saw in denial,
It's the Rodeo Monkey riding me
in the trials
He's the Rodeo Monkey, he sure can ride,
He's riding me hard cause he knows I'm fried
I can't shake him off he's holding on fast
I've got a monkey on my back and my old lady on my ass
I thought I was taking everything in stride
It felt like I was on a real cool ride
I had...
Rodeo Monkey
She painted me a picture in black and white,
then held up a mirror in broad daylight.
It was no crocodile I saw in denial,
It's the Rodeo Monkey riding me
in the trials
He's the Rodeo Monkey, he sure can ride,
He's riding me hard cause he knows I'm fried
I can't shake him off he's holding on fast
I've got a monkey on my back and my old lady on my ass
I thought I was taking everything in stride
It felt like I was on a real cool ride
I had...
694 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
12th Mar 2014 5:30pm
12th Mar 2014 5:30pm
Counselling with Dr. Shade
Dr. Dog: Mr. T. can you recall the name of your first master?
Mr. T. : yes Dr., I believe that he answered to the name of Shadow.
Dr. Dog: very interesting Mr. T., if you don't mind, can we be a bit less formal, Robert, could you please tell me why you used the phrase "he answered to the name of Shadow"?
Mr. T.: I mean Robert: Thank you Dr., yes, Robert works fine for me and would you like for me to call you something other than Dr. ?
Dr. Dog: no, please refer to me as Dr. , now continue with your answer, Robert .
Robert: I'm so sorry Dr. But I forgot your...
Mr. T. : yes Dr., I believe that he answered to the name of Shadow.
Dr. Dog: very interesting Mr. T., if you don't mind, can we be a bit less formal, Robert, could you please tell me why you used the phrase "he answered to the name of Shadow"?
Mr. T.: I mean Robert: Thank you Dr., yes, Robert works fine for me and would you like for me to call you something other than Dr. ?
Dr. Dog: no, please refer to me as Dr. , now continue with your answer, Robert .
Robert: I'm so sorry Dr. But I forgot your...
759 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2014 4:24pm
12th Mar 2014 4:24pm
Cars and Scars, the new title is "Scheduled Pain"
This writing was revised because the last version seemed to treat Drinking and Driving as a light subject, my Sincere apologies.
Never turned down a dare,
Never understood, "take care"
Skied down a mountain side,
About the Dumbest thing I ever tried!
Like my poetry, I demonstrated all the wrong ways,
while providing entertainment along the way.
I am gravities favorite toy,
The great gravity God, " Crackem "
There was no fluff, just slick hard stuff. Oh Boy!
Slicker than a buttered bull frog's ass ...
Never turned down a dare,
Never understood, "take care"
Skied down a mountain side,
About the Dumbest thing I ever tried!
Like my poetry, I demonstrated all the wrong ways,
while providing entertainment along the way.
I am gravities favorite toy,
The great gravity God, " Crackem "
There was no fluff, just slick hard stuff. Oh Boy!
Slicker than a buttered bull frog's ass ...
679 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Mar 2014 5:34am
11th Mar 2014 5:34am
Breath of Life
Sailing seas from dawn of time,
to elicit prose in sailor's rhyme.
Singing lullabies to lonely wives,
Encourage music from the chime.
Brings new life when spring arrives,
nature's random fury, taking lives.
Bearing fragrant menu to the bees,
the nectar transferred to their hives.
It's gentle sighs caress the trees,
swaying branch to oust the leaves.
flowing over rolling hills of green,
this restless spirit, all life receives.
Born again and again, it never dies,
on the breath of life, all life relies.
to elicit prose in sailor's rhyme.
Singing lullabies to lonely wives,
Encourage music from the chime.
Brings new life when spring arrives,
nature's random fury, taking lives.
Bearing fragrant menu to the bees,
the nectar transferred to their hives.
It's gentle sighs caress the trees,
swaying branch to oust the leaves.
flowing over rolling hills of green,
this restless spirit, all life receives.
Born again and again, it never dies,
on the breath of life, all life relies.
678 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2014 11:18pm
10th Mar 2014 11:18pm
Million Dollar Smile
He's just another little boy, with a million dollar smile,
abandoned and alone, with no one for him to love.
How could we let this happen, so help us God above.
Where the hell is justice, there will one day be a trial!
For the cause of that little boy with the million dollar smile.
Put a man on the moon, Throw a party at the bar,
Make a thing of beauty from an old rusty car.
I could go on for awhile, why we have no time to spare.
Why we have no money or no loving home to share.
For a little heart of gold and a million dollar smile.
abandoned and alone, with no one for him to love.
How could we let this happen, so help us God above.
Where the hell is justice, there will one day be a trial!
For the cause of that little boy with the million dollar smile.
Put a man on the moon, Throw a party at the bar,
Make a thing of beauty from an old rusty car.
I could go on for awhile, why we have no time to spare.
Why we have no money or no loving home to share.
For a little heart of gold and a million dollar smile.
728 reads
7 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
10th Mar 2014 7:30pm
10th Mar 2014 7:30pm
That Final Gift of Life
Alone in the waiting room, tormented by his grief.
He bowed his head and closed his eyes, trying to find some peace.
She had left him there and went away when she heard that final bell.
Now he found himself all by himself under a lonely spell.
His back pain was at nine and his heartache was at ten.
Fate holds all the cards and it seldom lets you win.
The future had slip past him but he was hoping to look back.
He would not allow his sweetest memories be distorted by the facts.
Those younger days of joy and Hope were all that he had left.
Now those days...
He bowed his head and closed his eyes, trying to find some peace.
She had left him there and went away when she heard that final bell.
Now he found himself all by himself under a lonely spell.
His back pain was at nine and his heartache was at ten.
Fate holds all the cards and it seldom lets you win.
The future had slip past him but he was hoping to look back.
He would not allow his sweetest memories be distorted by the facts.
Those younger days of joy and Hope were all that he had left.
Now those days...
669 reads
8 Comments
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