Poems
Poems
The Internet Junkie
Grab my coffee, start my day
click on line and i'm away
Open my inbox, check my mail
full of ads that "just can't fail"!
Get rich quick, make your site sell.
Sounds so great, I must hear more,
even though I've heard it all before.
Yeah You.ve got me, hook-line, & sinker
guess its why my bank balance
....keeps getting pinker
Go to your sites, read those trackers,
hope like heck there's been no hackers.
You admaire your work, you think you're a hero,
until you discover your new hits are a zero.
Downlines, uplines, links galore,
search engins FFA's and so much more
there's so much to learn, so much to see
have to take a break....I gotta go "P"!
now that i'm back, i just have to say,
Its good that you can't see me, its better that way.
My hair is a mess,my clothes are in tatters
Aren't you glad, none of this matters?
The hours is late, your vision is blurred
time to admit it, you need to be cured.
just one more ad, it can't wait till later.
I'm just glad i downloaded "gator".
my family they miss me
They think i'm mislead
Mostly they want to see,
more than the back of my head
I know that I'm SMART
I'm nobody's FLUNKY
I'm whatyou call an
INTERNET JUNKIE
I Love You
I love you oh, so very much
I've carved it in a tree
I want to tell the whole wide world
how much you mean to me.
I think my Trusty pocket knife
has made the message plain
and best of all it won't wash off
in case we have some rain.
my love will grow as years go by
and when we're old and grey
we can come and look again
at what i've carved today
GROW OLD ALONG WITH ME
If a am to grow old,
I wish with all my heart to do so gracefully
as I walk aoong life's path with you.
if I am to discover the true beauty of life,
I pray that I will partake of this beauty with you by my side.
If A am to travel a path of fulfilling my destiny in life,
then i hope from the deepest, most inner part of my being,
that the path i travel will always be wide enought for you to walk
along beside me, for I would not want to experiencethese joys
without you.
And if upon occasion, the path narrows slightly,
and there is only room for one of us at a time
please know that I will follow you
Trusting that you would never lead me where it wasn't safe,
that you would never take me to places where I cannot grow,
that while you lead, you would be incapable of doing anything that
would deter me from what is right for me, or for us, and the love
which we share
And should I be the one to temporarily walk out in front along our
path, please know that I will always be sensitive to your needs.
I will always travel the paths of encouragement and enlightenment
I will never lead you into harm's way,
and although i may be in front,
I shall always hold my hand out for you,
so that we are never far apart in our travels
GROW OLD WITH ME,THE BEST IS YET TO BE
VIEW OF HEAVEN
The view of heaven that i sing
is not of angels on the wing.
White robed, with harps and golden crown
I vision rather little towns,
with smogless skies and rivers clear
and not an airplane you can hear.
No dust, no rust, no rats, no rot,
No raucous rock,no potent pot,
No growing old with weakened sight,
No dentures slipping when you bite
No bombs, no guns, no courts, no jails,
Where all succeed and no one fails
No strikes, no layoffs,full employment
And everyone with job enjoyment.
All tell the truth,state only facts,
No wars, no debt, no income tax,
According to this dream of mine
In Heaven no one stands in line
and there are only smiling faces
And lots and lots of parking places.
THE COLD WITHIN
Six humans trapped by happenstance
in bleak and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood,
or so the story's told.
Their dying fire in need of logs,
The first woman held hers back
For on the faces around the fire
She noticed one was black.
The next man looking cross the way
saw one not ot his church,
And couldn't bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.
The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch
Why should his log be put to use
to warm the idle rich?
The rich man just sat back and thought
Of all the wealth he had in store.
and how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy poor.
The black man's face bespoke revenge,
As the fire passed from his sight
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.
And the last man of the forlone group
did naught except for gain.
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.
The logs held tight in death's still hands
Was proof of human sin
They didn't die from the cold without
They died from the cold within.
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©..... W. Edwin Harris