Untitled Poem #21 1/2

How well do you know
The people to choose?
Just doing those tings
They some what not do
Those years not knowing
That secret old past
Turning ideas here
No friendships can last
Do you know how well
To choose old friends how?

Poem # 21 ½ Idea 15 June
Oct 1991

Just Wait :ReWrite

Passing slowing in his bed
Watching the birds
Fly over his head
Take the jinks out
Just take it out
He has done
The best he could
Just like anyone would
Just look at all his people
Look at all his people
Just wait let them be
Just wait by the sea

Poem # 21 Idea March 17
Rewrite Poem # 7 Rewrite March 17

Just Wait
Passing slowly
In his bed
Watching the birds
Fly over head
Take the jinks out
Just take it out
He has done
The best he could
Just look at
His people
Loot at all
His people
Just wait let them be
Just wait, by the sea

Attitudes On Jealousy

Whatever it may be
Jealousy scares doesn’t’ she?
It may be the looks
Or knowing the books
Perhaps it’s the name
That could be the blame
It could be the threadsP
Or making more bread
Whatever it cold be
Attitudes can see
It might be the speech
The way how to teach
It might be the hair
Or skin tone that dares
Perhaps how to feel
That might be the chill
Whatever, it might be
Jealousy holds the key
But forgiveness opens the door
Attitudes forever more

Poem # 20 Idea March 17, 1991

Over Wait

Over Wait
The darkness by night fall
Awakes the fears in all
A short walk here how back
Getting that simple sacks
A panic stop your moves
Now what will this thing prove
Imagine a brisk song
Hum it will do some wrong
Over wait windy grounds
Walk stuffing sweets sounds
A whisper in those ears
Sending a voice that cares
Distant above, stand by                           Distant within, stand by
Those long craving might die
Slow down, it melts away
Your fears will soon decay

Poem # 19 Idea March 27/ 28 April 4 , June 28, 1992

Untitled Poem 1990

Untitled
Shy away from
Those you don’t know

Speak to the
Ones you see

Be nice to
All people

Please be kind
Always to thee

Poem # 18 Idea Dec 1990

Recycle World Rewrite

Poem#  19
  Rewrite
Recycle World
Sunset softly
Behind the sky
Casting inward
Pondering how
Holding the key
Knowing why                                                  June 15
Looking upward
Remember now
Sprinkling rain
Bitterly cold
Blistering heat
What do we know?
Earthling told
Nature has strain
This tearing sheet                                           Dec 3

Progressing the show                                  beginning to show   November 16, 1991
Destroying world
Is it too late?
Recycle World
We must not wait

Somewhere Over

Somewhere over
Where birds fly free
Clear water run
Swiftly , breezy
Weeds spring up trees
Precious flowers bloom
Somewhere over
Where blue skies clear
Beautiful world
Peacefully
Somewhere over
Places may be
Skies fly freely
Nature running
Clean springing up
Lands so peaceful
Somewhere over
I like to see

Poem # 16 Idea March 15/ 29 1991
March 25 - April 6, 1991

Recycled World

Sunset softly
Behind the sky
Casting inward
Pondering now
Holding the key
Wondering why
Looking upward
Remember how
Sprinkling rain
Bitterly cold
Blistering heat
What do we know?            What’s there to know
Earthlings told                    The Earth is old
Nature has strain                 Nature has pain
A tearing sheet
Beginning to show
Destroying world
We must not wait

Idea March 15 April 16 / 23 /26, 28
Mind Reading see Poem # 36

O' Sweet Dreams

O’ Sweet Dreams

Hold on to
The just of dreams
When destiny
Hold no fears
Cold delusion
Fade away
Old barriers
Crumble near
Skin color
Will not matter
Harsh fallacy
Taper off
Equality won’t shatter
Old illusion disappear
Hole on to close visions
Fresh beginning
Freedoms cheer
Just hold on
Dear fantany
That o’ sweet dreams
Linger near

Idea March 7/ 8-9/10 March 25 / 21 April

Just Waiting

Poem # 13 ?

Just Waiting

Just waiting for that day
When this world becomes free

Just waiting for that night
When skies are still, my dear

Just waiting for that moment
When nature becomes brisk clean

Just waiting for that minute

When sorrow turns to laughter

Just waiting for that hour

When up roar turns, so calm

Just waiting for that instant
When greed shifts to charity

Just waiting for that second
When violence changes to hope

Just waiting here , Dear Faith

When Peace returns to earth

Poem # 14 Idea Feb 26
Written Feb 28 Mar 9 ,Nov 5 1991

This Thing For Love

I want to share
This thing with you
But it’s so hard
For me to do
How can I dare?
Knowing what’s past
Stronger by yards
Greater than fast
Shinning very far
Shed me no tears
This thing for love
Hold it so near
Bare it no bars
Hold on with care
Just think above
Hold on my dear

Poem # 12 ½ Idea Feb 1/24
March 12. 23 year ?
Original titled This Things Called Love

Growing Up

As a child
Growing up
Oh, I did
Such and such
Eating sweets
Yummy stuff
Playing games
What a must
Growing- up
Seems so fast
Childhood things
Looking back
This from that
So much stuff
Maybe not
It was fun
Was it learned?
Or was it…
Just simply
Growing-up?

Poem # 12 Idea March 10 -11 March 15-19/ 20 ? Year

Over The Edge

Over the edge not far below
Rippling water set a flow
Banks covered blizzard like sand
Tapering on by divided land
Ice lily pads fix motions
Turned illusions no potion
Over the edge not far below
Muddy river, running slow
Twirling circles left to right
Just wonder what a sight

This idea came from when I look down into the Missouri River going into Atchison Kansas. It was on a Winter’s day. It was an awesome site to see.


Rewrite
Poem # 11

Over the edge
Not far below
Rippling water
Set a flow
Ice lily pads
Fix motions
Turned illusion
No potion
Banks covered
Blizzard like sand
Tapering on
Divided land
Just wonder
What a sight
Twirling circles
Left to right
Muddy river
Running slow
Over the edge
Not far below

Rewritten 24 February 1991



Not Far Below

Over the not far below
Rippling water set a flow
Ice lily pads fix motions
Turned illusions, no potions
Banks covered blizzard like sand
Tapering on divided lands
Just wonder what a sight
Twirling circles left to right
Muddy river running slow
Over the edge not far below

Untitled Poem : Bringing Hope

Beyond the shadows of yesterday
Dense haze upon the past
Shimmers the rays of today
Overlapping the colors of tomorrow.

Poem # 10 Written 18 December 1990

Bringing Hope
Into the darkness of yesterday
Beyond the coldness of the nights
Lays a glowing haze upon the present
Shimmering the rays of today
Outcomes the shadows of our days
Yonder by the warmth of daylight
Overlapping the values of tomorrow
Bringing hope that’s yet to come

Poem #
Written 6 January 11, 1991
March 7 1991

Hope

Beyond the coldness
Of yesterdays
Into the darkness
Of gloomy nights
Lays a glowing ray
Upon the present
Shimmering the haze
Of olden days
distant the warmth
Of Golden days
Besides by the shadows
Of our daylight
Reflecting the values
Of tomorrow
Leaving us Hope
That’s yet to come

Didn't record date

Bringing Hope

Into the darkness
                            Of yesterdays
Beyond the coldness
                            Of gloomy nights
Lays a glowing haze
                             Upon our present
Shimmering the rays
                            Of golden days
Distant the shadows
                             Of olden days

                             Of your daylight
Reflecting the values
                              Of tomorrow
Bringing Hope that’s
                              Still yet to come

Poem ? Written 7 March 1991 I tried to be creative in this poem.

The Seed Of Life

A see blows upon a hillside
Than falls beneath the ground
Dripping water absorbs the soil
The seed begins to grow
Stage by stage the seed develops
Pushing the soil
Breaking the surface
Slowly raising.. A twig
A bush and now a tree
Standing soundly
Upon that hillside
Making it’s way
Through nature
Obstacles surrounding
It’s days and nights
These material l things
Spoil the tree
Than facing challenges
It its extent
The seed of life
Tumbles onto the ground

Poem # 9 Written 17 March 1991
Rewrite 30 June 1990

The Seed Of Life
A seed blows upon a hillside
Than falls beneath the ground
Dripping water absorb the soil
The seed begins to grow
Stage by stage
The seed develops

Breaking the surface
Slowly raising…
A twig, a bush and now a tree
Standing soundly upon that hillside
Making it’s way through nature
Obstacles surrounding its days and nights
These material things spoil the tree
Than facing challenges to its extent
The seed of life crumbles without a sound

A Voice Of Confidence

My heart goes thumpity when I speak
My mind draw a complete blank
You know why
I can not seek
My mouth taste dry
My heart beasts faster
As this voice tell me
Think no more disasters
Soon you will be free
Compose Yourself
It isn’t so hard
Just be yourself
An inch a yard
You’ve been there before
Breakout of your shell
Just practice…You will score
Confidence, you’ll do well

Poem # 8 Written 29 April 1990
This idea was some of what I go through with shyness.

Waiting For Him

Dying slowly in his bed
Watching the birds, fly over his head
Take the jinks out of him
Take it out
He has don the best he could
Look at all of his people
Look at all of his people
Wait for him just wait

Poem # 7 Written March/ April 1990
This is what happened about 11 days before my father’s passing. He was in his hospital room.

Labeling

Where color goes so does some snickery
They stare at my head right down to my toes.
Mumbling things such a bickery
Bug eyed shivery their faces aglow
But I’m not crook
Is it my shade
That gives you that fake smile
So you keep your place?
Where color goes so does this file
Labeling by the races

Poem # 6 Written March 1990
This more of racism or labeling things in life.