Poetry Page
Some Observations
And Thoughts Of Life
We see and we plea
for humanity and earth
thankful for life,
thankful for birth
losing our sight,
we can only see;
what is false and
what will no longer be.
Granted eternal life
with God
we cling to earth
- and it's damned sod. ~ Why?
Saying one thing and
doing another
pissing me off and
praising the other
kissing that ass while
kicking mine
it is this, that I'm
not fine!
The pain in my heart
is rather ample
for my feelings, you
do trample.
Here's my body barely
functioning,
here's my life readily
junctioning.
I don't know what
decision to make,
nor do I know
which path to take.
I stand and wonder,
why I'm not under
the surface of Hell--who
can tell?
You know you love
them, and yet they hurt you.
I wonder how
so few can make me blue.
This I poder
both today and tommorrow
but from thier faces
i see no sorrow
So with this notion
I do conclude,
Be to you family very
rude.
The strugle for life
is rather futle.
In the end we are
all still dead:
The smart, the stupid,
the quick, the agile
All still dead, with
a stone o'er head.
Pleasing one, and
pleasing another;
Why do we even bother?
Conforming ourselves
to society's wish
This is a familiar
taste
of a commonly served
dish.
One that I have been
presented
And one that I sincerely
hate!
I long for death,
As I hold my breath.
My face turns blue;
I am red with
desire.
My soul is a fire.
If you only knew;
You don't know,
For why I glow
I die as I live;
Feeding the flame,
And forsaking his
name
My body is a sive.
You yell and you yell
but I can not tell
what the hell you yell
you sound like a bell
when you yell
a bell from Hell with
a sulfuric smell
on the breath that
you yell
But why do you yell?
with that horrific
smell on you yell
I can only tell that
you yell and you yell
with a foul smell
on that yell that you yell
So SHUT-UP!
I want to give up,
throw my arms in the air
Sit in my chair with
a blank stare
While wondering why
and waiting to die
I sit in my chair
without a care
Still wanting to die
and wanting to cry
I sit in my chair
too indifferent to care.
Dark and dreary, weak and weary
cold and caring, depressed
but daring.
--A single feeling
from lack of dealing
with persons one or
two
people, kinda like
you
can you see my pain?
it keeps me sane!
for from joyous thoughts
it's appearance is not
thus I'm far from a smile
for I sit. Alone all the while.
Poems Written For
Chrissi
Heart to Heart
From you, I can no
longer be apart,
Please reachout and
touch my heart
Speak from your heart,
that which is true,
Tell me that you love
me, say, "I love you."
Gasp my body and hold
me tight,
Hold on my love with
all your might.
Within your arms I
will remain,
Away from harm, away
from pain.
The pain I endure
is from a broken heart,
Partially due to our
prolonged part.
This pain I wish to
no longer bare,
Please embrace our
hearts--only if they still care.
If our love will never
be,
Tell me so, and set
our hearts free.
written for Christina Marie
Cathell on June 15, 1995 -- inspired our relationship June 16 ....
5-16-96
Today we are reminded
of
One another and our
love.
Although distantly
parted,
We are spiritually
bound.
Not quite sure when
our love started,
Our love today is
well renowned.
Renowned it shall
be
until all eternity.
We shall remain together
among one another.
for chrissi on the
11th month
Oh lovely is the girl,
Marie
God must have blessed
this lady's heart
Beautiful and pure
only is she
From her prsence none
wish to part
Pleasant as a warm
autumn's day
And peaceful as a
lake at rest
Men abroad are happy
and gay
Striving for her love
at their best
Wrongfully worshiped
as a God
She warned the sinners
of their wrong
Then saw their bodies
in the sod
They sang in Hell
a gnashing song
The men neglected
God to adore
But she did not die
for them before.
My first sonnet. Marie as
Christina Marie Cathell. Marie takes on a whole new character in this though
For Sherry
To one of my dear
friends, Sherry
My internet friends
so merry:
You're a lady so kind
and smart
One I admire for your
big heart
Beautiful face and
body to match
To any man lucky to
catch
Lucky in Michigan
today
Lucky to be, I hope
and pray!
Stuff I Wrote In High
School English
Reply to: "To
His Coy Mistress"
You fiend, you speak
of love and breast
Love, you do not and
I detest.
Youth appears to be
your problem,
Perhaps choose to
be more solemn.
So you have no time
to squander,
or time to love women's
wonder.
So be gone with your
thoughts of breast,
and with those thoughts
be put to rest.
Be gone! - Back unto
you love quest.
There is no maiden
here to test.
I am a Lady with more
pride,
More pride than you
seek for inside.
Unlike the wolf and
rabbit,
You care without heart
as habbit.
Your lack of concern
for women,
Makes me wish you
were swimmin',
In a sea of blood
from your heart,
Or did you two already
part?
I don't believe you
have a soul.
All that is pictured
is a hole.
All that it is, is
temptation.
And you seek only
sensation.
So be off into damnation,
Satan will provide
frustration.
A school assignment that I
enjoyed. Dr. Phillip's class, Jr. year at Keyser High
The Races
Oh, to be at Bedford
to the beloved races
I attend
or at any track, side
a friend.
I desire a race or
a place to,
for here, friends,
I have very few.
Racing a Chevy, not
a Ford.
Racing for fun, just
cause I'm bored.
Bored of life, and
sick of school.
I wish to wander like
a jesting fool.
Oh, to be at the races,
I really do.
another school assingment
made fun. I wrote this in about 20 minutes, cause Shawn & Zeke
kept me laughin
To A Bastard (responce:
"To a Mouse")
Listen here bastard,
who taught you to
plow?
These deaths are absurd,
just look at us now.
You plowed through
my kin,
left holes in my heart.
Murder is your sin.
Families shouln't
part.
Damn you for your
sin!
Damn you, you hellion!
- school assignment that I
made too much fun-- it got me in a little trouble --Sarah helped :-)
Stuff Written With
Jesus In Mind
Look at society- so
driven by sin
Living in chaos, the
way it has always been
Hatred, sex, and drugs-uncommon
to a baby
Will this world ever
be saved....Maybe
With an atomic blast
So that no human may
last
And God will regin
Without society's
gift of pain.
sophomore year, geometry
class. just kinda found it one day
Look at us lossin
our luster
Sinning with every
breath we can muster
Holy at times with
our light so dispersed
Like light off of
a metal
Through a droplet,
into the universe
May Christ dry our
metal
And buff us clean
So that God be praised
With perfect reflection
May our light be seen
Sophomore year, anotherone
I never knew I kept
Lord Jesus,
Hear my message as
I pray
for my lips can not
convey
the thoughts and emotions
of which I pray
I love you, and can
only say,
I am sorry for my
unwillingness to obey.
John O'Haver
Humble is he who passed
on today
Humble are we in memory
of the day.
In remembrance we
lack greed and pride,
That which John lacked
and did abide...
by the rules and laws
of God
And now resides amond
the sod.
Holy are the thoughts
of John's peace
And happy are we through
John's anguish release.
In loving memory of
John O'Haver--You are missed!
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