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June 28, 2009

Feelings

Filed under: odd stuff 3 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 9:42 pm

FEELINGS

Feeling poetic when
There no words to
Flow.
Feeling loving when
There is no one to
Love.
Feeling sad when
There no tears to cry.
Feeling these feelings
Means to be alone.
C.D.RANSOM

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What Next?

Filed under: odd stuff 3 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 9:30 pm

WHAT NEXT?

Lifes daily
Disillusionments
Mounting hour by hour,
Day by day.
Till you think you can
Stand no more of this
Damn World.
Then your hit with the
Big ones all in a row,
One after another.
Losing your job,
Losing your wife,
Losing your new job,
Losing your legal
Appeal,
Having to drop out of
School three days
Before the semester
Ends,
Your house is sliding
Off its high hill,
It cost more to live
Than you have or
Can get.
Your mind is totally
Lost in this new World
And you know that you
Must cope with an
Operation that will
Lay you up for a month.
What next?
C.D.RANSOM

Mudville 1976

Filed under: odd stuff 3 — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 9:18 pm

MUDVILLE 1976

Ah, a nation enjoying
Its birthday.
People are happy,
Singing and having
Parties.
Oh what joy there seems
To be here.
But my heart is like
Mudville on the day
Mighty Casey struck out.
For there is no joy here.
I know how Casey must
Have felt to stand at
The plate,
So brave and confident,
Facing whatever was
Thrown at him.
Only to lose all at one
Fell swoop.
C.D.RANSOM

One Must Learn

Filed under: odd stuff 3 — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 9:08 pm

ONE MUST LEARN

Poems of words spring
Forth illiteracy from
Minds that do not know
What any of it means.
Love,
Loneliness,
And dispair.
There are no real words
That care.
Only as a prisoner
Within oneself can the
True feelings ring
Their hollow sound.
And those who feel the
Joyous release of woe
Through religion have
Just had a frontal
Lobotomy.

Yes it is a sad and
Woeful place that
Mankind has to live in.
For we are born alone
(even twins come out
one at a time) and
We stay alone.
But wait!
What about those who
Are born Siamese
Twins?
They must come forth as
A single unit into the
World.
Ah even there the mind
Is alone within its
Bony cage.
So you see lonliness
Is the way of the World.
One must learn to enjoy
And love oneself.
Only then can there be
Any love in the world.
C.D.RANSOM

The Fight

Filed under: odd stuff 3 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:55 pm

THE FIGHT

Why must I fight the
Tears I feel?
To whom am I trying
To prove my strengh?
I want to cry so much
It really hurts.
My chest feels the
Swelling of pains
Building.
My eyes fill with the
Tears,
But they do not fall.
When will I find the
Key to release myself?
Is the fear due to my
Past,
When crying settled
Nothing?
C.D.RANSOM

Only For Those Who Understand

Filed under: odd stuff 3 — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:47 pm

ONLY FOR THOSE WHO UNDERSTAND

Play children play.
Play while you can.
Play children play.

Play little boy play.
Play while you can.
For tomorrow,
You will be a man.

Play children play.
Play while you can.
Play children play.

Play little girl play.
Play while you can.
For tomorrow,
You will be a woman.

Play children play.
Play while you can.
Play children play.
C.D.RANSOM

Passing Years

Filed under: odd stuff 3 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:37 pm

PASSING YEARS

Feeling soft,
Quite and tender.
Comtemplating the young.
Listening to what they
Say.
Knowing I said the same
Years ago.
Knowing what is to come
For them.
For I am just out of it
Myself.
Now I wonder what is to
Come for me?
The years start coming
So fast,
That it is easy to miss
Them,
As they go by.
C.D.RANSOM

The Jetty

Filed under: odd stuff 3 — Tags: , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:31 pm

THE JETTY

Hear the rumble and
The roar.
Sounds that most will
Adore.
Then the quite lull
As the sets subside.
And a mind wonders at
What treasures do hide?
Hear the lonely sound
Of a buoy bell.
Does it say that all
Is well?
Through the fog the
Horn blows on into
Its infinity.
Forever sounding its
Own form of a forgotten
Litany.
The fishing boats that
Sail with the tide,
Are forever searching
Out where the fish
Do hide.
C.D.RANSOM

The Hours Pound Away

Filed under: odd stuff 3 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:22 pm

THE HOURS POUND AWAY

While I think I am
A poet,
Trying to be very
Poetic.
The hours pound away.

While I go tappity
Tap-tap,
Trying to type the
Pages.
The hours pound away.

While I go to my
Grave,
Trying to publish a
Poem.
The hours pound away.

While I may die
Unpublished,
Trying was my sucsess.
The hours pound away.

While the trying
Hours have been
Pounding away,
I have writen a poem?
C.D.RANSOM

A Cow Patty?

Filed under: odd stuff 3 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:15 pm

A COW PATTY?

The light shines from
The end of the tunnel.
The long darkness of
Your life can soon be
Over.
But having learned to
Live without the light,
Being in darkness
So long,
Can you leave?
You know every nook
And cranny of your
Darkness.
It is not a fearful
Place at all to you.
It feels safe and
Secure like a mothers
Womb.
While the light is a
New and unknown quality.
What unknown horrors
Maybe revealed by it?
Will it show you things
You didn’t want to know?
Do not be afraid,
Listen to one who knows.
There are delights of
Beauty awaiting you.
Vast lands abound for
You to travel into.
Limitless space,
Waiting to be filled
And used by you.
Freedom from unknown
Fears awaits you too.
Warm and glowing shall
Your freed inner being
Become.
Only with the light of
Knowledge can this be
Done.
So shed that darkness of
Ignorance and live life.
Life is well worth the
Living of it my friend.
You will never know if
You turn from the light.
C.D.RANSOM

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