My Words

Understanding the World through words

Tag: death

My Father, Oscar-Poem

My dad was a badass dude,
he bought a Harley—
him and mom would cruise;
up and down California,
Nevada, and Oregon.
He worked and bled for
our provision, I witnessed
first hand when he lobed
his fingers off.
At the height of
his prowess he was unstoppable, fearless, and always full of hope.
We’d sit down for supper
and listen to his wild man
escapades. He showed me how
to shoot straight, never to cower to life, and to have faith. To respect nature,
to eat what you kill,
and to be brave—
to treasure your woman with all your heart and
that family comes first.
He showed me his
frailties and love.
He taught most of my friends
how to make a living–he
taught them a marketable skill.
He wasn’t perfect, no man is.
He faced his own demons, then death with his chin up and
self-respect.
He’s my father and
friend to the bitter end.

Before It’s Too Late-Poem

Tell your loved ones
everyday that you
love them.
Make sure you
say these things
while they’re alive.

Bring them flowers,
write them notes,
never feel ashamed
of random acts of love.

The grave will steal
opportunities and
it will be too late!

The dearly departed
will never need what we can
do for ours while
they’re still breathing
here on Earth.

I need A break-Poem

I need a break in life:
like winning the lotto,
Having that extra pot of money would help
dot
dot
dot.
What I really need is time that’s
not subtracted from my earnings;
time to sit and write poems,
time to sit and be clever,
time to sit and write witty remarks.
No one pays for that unless your famous–
then its a race between you and death.
Death always wins.

Auctioned Off

  

Weight of it all

  

Yesterday (revised)



Yesterday



Trials And Tribulations 



Cruel World

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Sadness

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