28/05: Romanttic Poems
God saw me hungry, he created pizza .
He saw me thirsty, he created Pepsi .
He saw me in dark, he created light .
He saw me without problems, he created YOU.
The rain makes all things beautiful.
The grass and flowers too.
If rain makes all things beautiful
Why doesn't it rain on you?
I wrote your name on sand it got washed.
I wrote your name in air, it was blown away. Then
I wrote your name on my heart & I got Heart Attack.
I went to a party,
and remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
that I didn't drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice,
and your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended,
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car,
sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,"
Mom, His voice seems far away.
My own blood's all around me,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die."
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive,
now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
tell daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven,
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him,
that its wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
and I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mom,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say I love you, Mom
So I love you and good-bye.
A computer was something on TV
from a science fiction show of note
a window was something you hated to clean...
And ram was the cousin of a goat....
Meg was the name of my girlfriend
and gig was a job for the nights
now they all mean different things
and that really mega bytes
An application was for employment
a program was a TV show
a cursor used profanity
a keyboard was a piano
Memory was something that you lost with age
a cd was a bank account
and if you had a 3 1/2" floppy
you hoped nobody found out
Compress was something you did to the garbage
not something you did to a file
and if you unzipped anything in public
you'd be in jail for a while
Log on was adding wood to the fire
hard drive was a long trip on the road
a mouse pad was where a mouse lived
and a backup happened to your commode
Cut you did with a pocket knife
paste you did with glue
a web was a spider's home
and a virus was the flu
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
and the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
but when it happens they wish they were dead
Blessed are the Poor in Spirit
They shall see God
Blessed are the Mediators
Solution without Rod
Blessed are the Artists
For they see the Truth
Blessed are the Authors
Bourbon not Vermouth
Blessed are those
Who search for Justice
Protecting the Poor
Knowing what must is
Blessed are the Parents
Whose children we adore
Untamed in Spirit
Never a bore
Blessed are the Lovers
Whose eyes are blind
Seeing each other
With vision kind
Blessed are the Grandparents
Christmas time friends
Candy and marbles
Blessed are the Healers
Of Body and Spirit
Never an Irit.
Anthony J. Fejfar
13/04: Poem | short of breath
she may be
i cut loose
begin to travel
as i yearn
the usual mess
in my head
merengue hips and
a sultry delight
juicy lips and
to her mind
contagious laugh and
a wide smile
dream or reality
i have fallen
10/02: Poem | She is Herself
She looks at everyone, everything, anything,
She can't help but be like everything
She is self-contained, self-restrained, self-conscious,
She is wary
She wants to let go, of her inhibitions, limitations, expectations
She fills the room, a girl among many
She whispers, why now, why me
She sees nothing in herself that she doesn't see in others
She is a part of a cohesive whole
She looks about
She's an artist, a realist, a pessimist, an intellectual, a relationship seeker, a sensitive soul
She is, she can, she will be anything,
She is shaped by everything, but ruled by nothing
She is, herself
She is, herself
She, like so many, walk the earth
She, like so many, live a privileged life
She could have lived a different life
She could have been anything-a weeping willow, a souring snowflake, a daring dog, a confident cat, but
She is a person, a woman, an impressionable being
She lives a life of twists and turns, bends and hurdles,
She's had her hopes crushed, sprit lifted, dreams re-awaked
She feels, needs, yearns,
She is important
She is unique
She is herself.
By Remi Friedman