I gone and done it –
I done something dumb.
Trying to get fit –
I’m now hurting more than some.
poem
Quitter
The towel feels soft in my hands
And all I have to do
want to do
could do
is throw it in
toss it in
give in.
But I’ve been a quitter
every day of my life
all my life
in all I try.
For once,
I want to finish the game
my only aim
end this game.
I’m not asking to be a winner
I just don’t want to be a quitter
a deserter
this time.
© 2013 ck’s days
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I appreciate you
With both eyes
There is a floor lamp
in the living room –
been in the same spot for months.
But the other night
when I saw it out of the corner of my eye
I thought you were standing there.
How many emotions can
run through a soul
in less than a second –
less than a breath?
Why do I feel like a bus schedule will come in handy?
Oh heck no!
I don’t wanna go.
I can think of a million and one things I’d rather do
than go into that meeting with you.
Goodbye, my friend
I stood ashore
and waved goodbye
as you climbed into your boat,
your little boat
I shed a tear and did cry
even though I knew why
you had to sail away.
lms
There is a game
the young ‘uns will play
on Facebook
they’re playing right now – even today.
I don’t like it –
it’s an embryo of disaster –
validation
is the goal they’re after.
“lms tbh or ti,”
to be honest, the truth is I cringe at my wall
with so many “bored so I’ll rate”
being offered to one and all.
I know it’s tempting
but please don’t give in
and play silly Facebook games –
there’s a chance you won’t win.
You may be happy
with the end it’s true
but more likely
you’ll end up feeling quite blue.
Then those thoughts
will make you wonder why
and they’ll drive you crazy
until you break down and cry.
Do what you want
but if you choose to
you’re giving that person
control over you!
(and I say “Booooo!”)
Let me settle this now
and assure you you’re great
if I were to play
I’d say you’re totally first rate!
Our two choices
Was that out loud?
My mom taught me manners –
or sure tried to.
“Judging others,” she said,
“we should not do.”
Tonight’s Prayer
Here I am feeling sorry for myself again
wondering if my trials will ever end
or if I will ever win.
I don’t know the next step or what to do
I’m so tired of always having to lose
so I’m on my knees again
getting ready to plead again
asking to be smarter than I am again.
ck's days 