Submissions by wallyroo92
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Inspired by life, literature, love and music, this is a quick look into my soul.
SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 6:40pm
Yesterday 6:40pm
Drums of Praise and Worship
Every Sunday morning
I’d arrive at church ten minutes early before service
For a small rehearsal with the group
But I always wanted to play in the evening service
They had longer louder livelier set
And a bigger congregation
Yet somehow as I was beginning to question my faith
I was asked if I would be interested in being a youth pastor
But I knew deep down I was not a good example
My Monday through Saturday self was different than my Sunday self
I left that congregation a year or so later
Joined a church that was starting and...
I’d arrive at church ten minutes early before service
For a small rehearsal with the group
But I always wanted to play in the evening service
They had longer louder livelier set
And a bigger congregation
Yet somehow as I was beginning to question my faith
I was asked if I would be interested in being a youth pastor
But I knew deep down I was not a good example
My Monday through Saturday self was different than my Sunday self
I left that congregation a year or so later
Joined a church that was starting and...
#sadness
#religion
#faith
#music
#YehudaAmichai
20 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2020 10:18pm
27th Mar 2020 10:18pm
Photographs, Memories and Smiles
I heard back in the day you didn’t want to school
You wanted to work and make money
You had your own plans for a future
But most of all you wanted to have a family
You took risks and yet played it conservatively
Not sure how one does that, perhaps it was your upbringing
The generations of strong women in your blood
Who never depended on a man to provide for them
It was one of those lessons you’d pass down to your daughters
And to your boy
You used to dance, your siblings and cousins would say
You’d drink and laugh, it’s in...
You wanted to work and make money
You had your own plans for a future
But most of all you wanted to have a family
You took risks and yet played it conservatively
Not sure how one does that, perhaps it was your upbringing
The generations of strong women in your blood
Who never depended on a man to provide for them
It was one of those lessons you’d pass down to your daughters
And to your boy
You used to dance, your siblings and cousins would say
You’d drink and laugh, it’s in...
#women
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#CarolAnnDuffy
32 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2020 4:12am
27th Mar 2020 4:12am
Connections
1. “Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.”
You have to search deep within,
It’s not something you find in a book,
It’s as if you’re able to reach Zen,
You just have to know where to look.
Peace is the hardest thing to obtain,
It’s a journey of mystery to explore,
But slowly you begin to understand,
The universe too is yours…
2. “We are immersed in beauty, but our eyes have no clear vision.”
Physically our eyes can deceive us,
Beauty sometimes on the outside lies
Spiritually it lies on the different...
You have to search deep within,
It’s not something you find in a book,
It’s as if you’re able to reach Zen,
You just have to know where to look.
Peace is the hardest thing to obtain,
It’s a journey of mystery to explore,
But slowly you begin to understand,
The universe too is yours…
2. “We are immersed in beauty, but our eyes have no clear vision.”
Physically our eyes can deceive us,
Beauty sometimes on the outside lies
Spiritually it lies on the different...
#love
#kindness
#humankind
32 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Mar 2020 4:47am
26th Mar 2020 4:47am
In The Darkest Corner
The air is growing thicker
with putrid intoxication
ominous of the unseen visages coming alive
And here I lie awake
in the darkest corner of this cave
as festering maggots try to crawl into my eye
But I am
more distraught and worried
about the abomination that comes ahead
Born of wrath and rage
like bastard pulsing afterbirth
immersed in a rabid viscera bled and bred
I hear it faintly
like gurgling needles from a jar
regurgitating icy slivers and bloody shards ...
with putrid intoxication
ominous of the unseen visages coming alive
And here I lie awake
in the darkest corner of this cave
as festering maggots try to crawl into my eye
But I am
more distraught and worried
about the abomination that comes ahead
Born of wrath and rage
like bastard pulsing afterbirth
immersed in a rabid viscera bled and bred
I hear it faintly
like gurgling needles from a jar
regurgitating icy slivers and bloody shards ...
#anxiety
#dark
#evil
#scary
#nightmares
50 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2020 3:19am
25th Mar 2020 3:19am
Deep Underground
Can’t go anywhere but cyberspace?
Visit the place where poets come to write,
Distancing yourself socially to not catch a case?
Race down to the Underground and see the site.
(Or is it see the sights?)
Despite what the world is going through,
Here you’ll see and hear the voices of dreamers,
Filling each other with hope trying to be SOAP,
That’s the Sum Of All Parts for the cleaners.
(Shameless plug ^)
Dig Deep like the roots of a tree in this Poetry,
Talk to the poets and ask how they wrote ‘em,
Check out the...
Visit the place where poets come to write,
Distancing yourself socially to not catch a case?
Race down to the Underground and see the site.
(Or is it see the sights?)
Despite what the world is going through,
Here you’ll see and hear the voices of dreamers,
Filling each other with hope trying to be SOAP,
That’s the Sum Of All Parts for the cleaners.
(Shameless plug ^)
Dig Deep like the roots of a tree in this Poetry,
Talk to the poets and ask how they wrote ‘em,
Check out the...
#inspirational
#funny
#WritingPoetry
55 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2020 7:42pm
23rd Mar 2020 7:42pm
A Favorite Herb of Mine
Every time I use thyme to cook,
It takes me to a place I’ve never been before,
It’s like age old stories from a book,
As if the aroma allures me with traditional lore.
And when the recipe calls for thyme,
I know it will always enhance the flavor,
It’s a favorite herb of mine to rhyme,
With a taste, sight and sound I like to savor.
I try to expand my skills in the kitchen,
So I know I must use the right spices and herbs,
And thyme is always there ready to pitch in,
That's why I follow the direction word for word.
...
It takes me to a place I’ve never been before,
It’s like age old stories from a book,
As if the aroma allures me with traditional lore.
And when the recipe calls for thyme,
I know it will always enhance the flavor,
It’s a favorite herb of mine to rhyme,
With a taste, sight and sound I like to savor.
I try to expand my skills in the kitchen,
So I know I must use the right spices and herbs,
And thyme is always there ready to pitch in,
That's why I follow the direction word for word.
...
#family
#food
#nostalgia
#culture
#tradition
39 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2020 2:51am
23rd Mar 2020 2:51am
Resentful Hearts
I can still remember it like it was yesterday,
They sat on the couch across from him,
I can remember her saying “we’re doing ok”
“And we don’t need you” my cousin told his father.
I remember I stood in the kitchen,
Angry and sad at the same time,
Although my cousin and I weren’t as close growing up,
I was very attached my uncle.
Those words embedded themselves in my memory,
Divorce can play a harsh tune in resentful hearts,
I know my uncle was a good man,
After all, he was there for me more than my own father.
Then...
They sat on the couch across from him,
I can remember her saying “we’re doing ok”
“And we don’t need you” my cousin told his father.
I remember I stood in the kitchen,
Angry and sad at the same time,
Although my cousin and I weren’t as close growing up,
I was very attached my uncle.
Those words embedded themselves in my memory,
Divorce can play a harsh tune in resentful hearts,
I know my uncle was a good man,
After all, he was there for me more than my own father.
Then...
#forgiveness
#memories
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn
#healing
35 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2020 3:21am
22nd Mar 2020 3:21am
The Meatgrinder
(the Art of Drill Writing and Execution)
To the men of Madison
(and that’s the last year it will be address as)
Thank you for that Majestic performance,
Thank you for that wonderful show,
Your pieces were filled with emotion and sound,
And those visuals… I just shouted wow and whoa.
I could only imagine being in the blast zone,
That brass had so much power and pizzazz,
And the battery was just simply magnificent,
More brutal than rock, blues and jazz.
You took us on an epic journey,
That spanned genres and...
To the men of Madison
(and that’s the last year it will be address as)
Thank you for that Majestic performance,
Thank you for that wonderful show,
Your pieces were filled with emotion and sound,
And those visuals… I just shouted wow and whoa.
I could only imagine being in the blast zone,
That brass had so much power and pizzazz,
And the battery was just simply magnificent,
More brutal than rock, blues and jazz.
You took us on an epic journey,
That spanned genres and...
#music
#art
#dance
#culture
#tradition
39 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2020 3:27am
21st Mar 2020 3:27am
In the Dirt
I’ve walked bare foot on the grass,
I’ve strolled through mud and dirt,
I’ve run through burning hot sand,
And I've felt the hurt.
The cemetery is crowded and yet quiet,
Still I hear echoes below the ground,
An ethereal hush almost like a riot,
Deep in the dirt with a distinct sound.
I walk through graveyard with respect,
Reading their names and epitaphs,
Thinking one day I will be just like them,
Where some makers have photographs.
I stroll through the gardens admiring,
Flowers from loved ones on the dirt, ...
I’ve strolled through mud and dirt,
I’ve run through burning hot sand,
And I've felt the hurt.
The cemetery is crowded and yet quiet,
Still I hear echoes below the ground,
An ethereal hush almost like a riot,
Deep in the dirt with a distinct sound.
I walk through graveyard with respect,
Reading their names and epitaphs,
Thinking one day I will be just like them,
Where some makers have photographs.
I stroll through the gardens admiring,
Flowers from loved ones on the dirt, ...
#death
#LifeCycle
#graveyard
42 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Mar 2020 4:06am
20th Mar 2020 4:06am
Secrets Revealed...Kind Of
I’m a walking riddle hiding amidst verses gone unnoticed,
Keeping meaningless age old secrets in an empty box,
And in the middle of these overlooked compositions,
I’ve revealed the truth but concealed it in a paradox.
I’ve expressed myself with the angst of a thousand years,
Cried tears that tried to tear and split my soul in half,
And the words poured like poor jeers falling on deaf ears,
So I hid amid lines and rhymes that will make you laugh.
But I like to capture the moment, despite of the torment,
This poetry is a diary destined to eventually...
Keeping meaningless age old secrets in an empty box,
And in the middle of these overlooked compositions,
I’ve revealed the truth but concealed it in a paradox.
I’ve expressed myself with the angst of a thousand years,
Cried tears that tried to tear and split my soul in half,
And the words poured like poor jeers falling on deaf ears,
So I hid amid lines and rhymes that will make you laugh.
But I like to capture the moment, despite of the torment,
This poetry is a diary destined to eventually...
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection #mystery
#SelfReflection #mystery
50 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2020 4:46am
19th Mar 2020 4:46am
Write From the Heart
Write free or die without the presence of mind,
The present is yours and so you have to take it,
Our words are worlds in which yours and mine
Will show the future how each of us made it.
Pen your deepest thoughts and profound emotions,
Because writing is what make us human beings,
Show your love and sadness in lyrical explosions
So new generations will see writing as freeing.
Compose poems and prose to pour your passion,
So that after you’re gone you may continue to exist,
Comprise in any form or style in your own fashion
And...
The present is yours and so you have to take it,
Our words are worlds in which yours and mine
Will show the future how each of us made it.
Pen your deepest thoughts and profound emotions,
Because writing is what make us human beings,
Show your love and sadness in lyrical explosions
So new generations will see writing as freeing.
Compose poems and prose to pour your passion,
So that after you’re gone you may continue to exist,
Comprise in any form or style in your own fashion
And...
#hope
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
44 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2020 8:29pm
17th Mar 2020 8:29pm
Never Have I Ever...
I’ve never been one to enjoy a spring break,
Ever since my old college days,
I mean after finals I could barely stay awake,
It was difficult to keep up with up the craze.
Then I was back to school for another headache.
I never did take vacations when I was working,
Spring break never meant that much,
I’d see girls on MTV dancing half naked twerking,
Thinking to myself I’d never seen things as such
As that kind fun in the sun but I was lurking.
When I started a family I never took a vacation,
Spring break was just a distant...
Ever since my old college days,
I mean after finals I could barely stay awake,
It was difficult to keep up with up the craze.
Then I was back to school for another headache.
I never did take vacations when I was working,
Spring break never meant that much,
I’d see girls on MTV dancing half naked twerking,
Thinking to myself I’d never seen things as such
As that kind fun in the sun but I was lurking.
When I started a family I never took a vacation,
Spring break was just a distant...
#funny
#college
62 reads
6 Comments
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