Hospice
A word with all the powers of a magnet
Drawing things together
Somethings are shunned and wish to be repelled
But they always return
Others are accepted easily
But can never come back
Everything attracted has something in common
Power to express emotions
Love
Pain
Fear
Last wishes- like fire -are warm
But too much fire surrounding one self becomes
The source of more love
The source of more pain
The source of more fear
The smoke becomes a heavy blanket
Smothering its starter
To reduce the burden a stand must be made
One of courage where friends may be hurt
You can piss out the fire
But you cant piss out the pain
Great difficulty lies on the path where you try to be kind and loving
But sacrifices must be made
To live the rest of ones days with only the closest people to their heart.
Author: Tucker J. Collins
Early birthday poem to my dad
poetryA celebration of life occurs once and only once in every year
For every single person who lives life fully and believing,
Paying attention to now and not saying the end is near.
Now is the time for me to say happy birthday from a son
who’ll keep believing that you’ll keep achieving
Under Pressure
poetryRising tension in my home
Makes me appreciate the peace,
That once freely did roam,
Now captivated creature we need to release.
*
Like a pipe blocked and filled with steam,
The pressure uprise could be
An inferno or geyser it would seem
When it explodes higher than a tree.
The Ability to Laugh in Times of Sorrow
poetryGenuine and synthetic happiness is therapeutic while summer thoughts of joyful and depressing moments in one’s own history and genealogy caress and tear upon their minds
An Ode to my Beloved Mother
poetryClutching at my Mary,
Thinking of the gift,
I’ll always remember
Who I wish to be with.
But some dreams can’t come true,
For life is the beginning,
Try not to grasp to tightly
Before Death comes running for you….
POOF! I’m gone! Now I’m back!
poetryThe greatest part of every trick is the prestige and the end,
Where what has disappeared gets to return to existence.
Now I have disappeared and shall not return until the end of this show.
I will continue to boggle people’s mind with my presence or lack there of until the end
Leaving
poetryalas I leave a place
so long endured and enjoyed
and learned my studies and my friends
who’ve grown with me as I have with them
and shall never see the majority again
as we part ways to strengthen- like a stem -the foundation
of the future which will blossom like a large carnation
iPod + potpal (mirrored)
poetryI’m finally catching up with the world
I am now wired to win with my gizmos,
Gadgets and all the rest of an electronic nature,
Overpriced and mass produced by Steve Jobs and Bill gates
True Thoughts
poetryOut of sight, out of mind.
Not so true when left behind.
Familiar cries of sorrow,
Directed at me when I haven’t gone far, sooooooooooooo
Extension of ancient Chinese secret & hair cut & what makes us who we are
poetryMy identity
Altered by an incision
In my streams of qi.
Hair Cut
poetryIf my name’s Sansom,
My power source is removed
Forc’bly by scissors.
What Makes Us Who We Are.
poetryOur experiences
Make us the people we are
Cr’ating parent skills.
60 Second Haiku Battles
poetryOh, Kelly thinks he’s so god damn funny,
Especially since I have no money.
When he’s got the sheep and I’ve got the rams.
He tries to beat me in poetry slams,
Sixty second haiku’s when it’s sunny.
Triste Haiku
poetryCauterized flesh wounds,
Once crimson by impaling,
Ailed pristine troikas.
Ancient Chinese Secret
poetryThe ethereal qi (pronounced chee)
Which streams throughout my temple
Gives me character.
Serenity
poetryYou and your quick gait
Solemnly travel near to
My most serene spot.
Look Up and Down the Side
poetryCool the
Hell down
If you want the freedom to
Life,
Liberty,
And justice. Don’t
X your enemies off your list or you’ll end up
*
Fist fighting
Retards in jail
Every day so you don’t get killed
And or raped by a man whose been locked up for a very long time.
‘K?
Left Behind
poetryLiving in constant distress,
Your life’s turned into a mess.
Sudden deaths and abandonment.
To a foster home you are sent.
Until a family says yes.
Pangram Phight
poetryHello, azure eyed Tiger,
Who lives in the Jade Green Forest,
Where You buy Your pick of Monkeys
And his queer, onyx Cousins.
***
Great Panthera Onca
With Your melanistic pigmentation,
Fading at the Black Zenith,
Jaguar Queen, you vexed me.
***
Blood filled Cousins, Kindred Enemies
Pumped with Grave Hatred
We quarreled and jousted
Expecting yelps and a haze of pain.
***
By Inhuman Blood we duel,
Lethal Fangs pierce quickly,
But not at all in vain for
Slit Jugulars zero My Life next.
First Light
poetryWith a color scheme of orange to blue
I do lie there under you.
Through eight hours of darkness,
I awaited your beautiful bliss.
Waiting for you to come into sight,
I stayed up the entire night.
Wandering and wondering until you appeared
At sun up I gleefully cheered.
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