The Devil In Me

The Devil In Me

I want to look in the mirror and recognize my face
Don’t put me back,

in that God awful place

Send me to rehab, far, far away
Eventually to come back a changed man,
At the end of the day

I’ll never understand the department of corrections
It’s an anomostic place, 

full of miss-directions

Jail doesn’t teach you what not to do
It’s life with criminals, 

unable to construe

I’ve been blamed for things , that I’ve done
When influenced by alcohol, 

skitso I become

The devil takes over and my morals they flunk
I’m not the same person,

when I am drunk

I’ve done my research, my theories are true
I am not in control,

when the things I do

When I am sober, I put this in writing
To remember the other half, 

the battle I’m fighting

Please believe I hate this useless hack
I wish this person away, 

and never come back

How can I possible survive his wrath
I want to control it, 

take the right path

Please see through the despair and shame
Never again will I be the same

I’ve lost battles, but will win this war
To get my life back now, and forever more.

Insprirational Poems

By: Gregory Smitheman


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Dawn of Day

Dawn of Day

Hear a cricket chirp
The coffee pot on
A single perk

The sun's a risin’
Off to the east
A foggy horizon

A deer out back
Exploring around 

 an early snack

A squirrel darts up a tree
To get a better view 

 to show off for me


Morning's coming to an end
See the rays
Peer around the bend

A vibrant start
To a day that is
Morning to part.


Short Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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The Life I Want: Clean & Sober

The Life I Want: Clean & Sober

Yet again I’ve slipped back into a hole
Only now I must come clean and cleanse my soul

Why do I do the things that I do?
There’s no one to blame, but my disease for the brew

I’m an alcoholic and this I know
I need help, so rehab I’ll go

When I drink I’m a different person
I black out till morning, this is certain

I know my family is behind me
But getting to the point, they may disown the

I’ve been giving more than one chance
A drinking problem I have, the truth I dance

The next day I don’t remember anything
It’s guilt in my stomach, the sickness I bring

I haven’t done anything worth taking my life
I want to grow old some day, maybe kids & a wife

I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right
But please don’t make me sit in hell for one more night

I’ve turned to god many times before
Asked him for forgiveness, to settle the score

I’d give up my life to stay out of jail
My life is credit, I’d use it as bail

Please don’t make me go back again
I’m following God, my only true friend.

Sobriety Poems

By: Gregory Smitheman


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Literal Vomit

Literal Vomit

My mind is open to any suggestions
To get any input would be a blessing

My mind runs around in little circles
Until my face turns three shades of purple

You ever wonder what we’re after?
Life’s an open book, a self writing chapter

Pen to paper faster than a comet
It comes out like literal vomit

Quickly I write, pen in hand
Sometimes “I” often think my writings are bland

But again & again you read the next one
Every single poem , until you’re done

Where does it take you, no one knows
Like lost in a corn field, endless rows

But as long as I write, my mind will stay sane
And for this, I’m grateful, and shall not complain!

By: Gregory Smitheman


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WHERE ARE THE SOLDIERS

WHERE ARE THE SOLDIERS

Where are the soldiers who march in line?

Where are the soldiers every color and kind?

Where are the soldiers who made their moms cry?

Where are the pilots who face death in the sky?

Where are the soldiers born brave of heart?

Where are the girls and boys that part?

Serving our country with their future on the line

Battling the enemies of freedom of mind.

All of us are soldiers with missions of our own

We do what we do as history is sown.

Support our troops who we love and adore

Support our troops with prayers, letters and more.

Where are the soldiers so far, far away?

How many will perish no one can say.

Where are the soldiers we love night and day

Deployed world over to keep evil at bay.

By: Tom Zart 


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A Self Reflection Poem

A Self Reflection Poem

At times I sit and ponder

And my thoughts begin to wander

I look forward with my eyes to what I see

Brooding thoughts of thunder

My heart begins to wonder

What it is that I’m supposed to be

So, I observe this world around me

And in truth it does confound me

Though my searchings fail to make things any clearer

These eyes that feed perceptions

May be skewed, and need corrections

I imagine as a step up to my mirror

Then a thought did strike upon me!

Realized sweetest irony

That what we see with we can never see

But one may use reflections

Handy tools in soul dissections

To gaze into the gaze that one calls Me

And though the vision may be backward

And its message slightly awkward

It says, “I am what I am meant to be.”

And that will have to be enough.

By Alexander Howe 


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To Serve, To Protect

THEY SERVE TO PRESERVE

They serve to preserve our forefathers dreams,

Prayers, visions and determination.

Risking all in pursuit of fulfillment of duty

To God, freedom, faith, honor and nation.

Despite dismemberment, death and loneliness

Patriots enlist to safeguard our flag.

With honor, faith, purpose and courage

They battle the sadistic that brag.

Throughout man’s past as a creature of earth

War has always plagued his expectance.

Greed, hate, fear, envy and rage

Have overruled rapture and repentance.

David was a soldier who lived by his faith

Which gave him the will to become brave.

He stood up to terror and toppled the giant

Leaving Goliath headless and alone in his grave.

David’s call thrives in hearts of soldiers today

Shielding liberty from the warmongers of hell.

Facing down evil refusing to summit

Ensuring freedom and justice are alive and well.

Those of us blessed by the safety of home

Must remember the sacrifice of the few.

Run up your flag and show your support

For the heroes of the red, white and blue.

By Tom Zart
Most Published Poet
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TOM ZART’S STATEMENT of FAITH

TOM ZART’S STATEMENT of FAITH


The Bible is our Lord’s infallible Holy Word
Of supreme authority in one God’s law.
Eternally existing in three persons of faith
The Father, the Son and the Spirit without flaw.

Jesus was conceived by the virgin named Mary
To soldier divine majesty, grace and reward.
He died and rose to be at the right hand of God
As our negotiator and passage to the Lord.

All men are lost and face God’s judgment
Along with their need to heed to the glory of His Son.
Who suffered the cross to save man’s soul
And to put the angles of darkness on the run.

Christ rose from the dead and is coming soon
And we must have concern for the hurts and needs of all.
Dedicating our lives to the service of our Lord
Whose authority and divine rule becomes our call.

We must use every means to spread the promise of grace
Throughout our world of corruption, greed and crime.
God always expects us to overcome our transgressions
Testing our faith and resolve through the passage of time.

By Tom Zart


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POETS ARE THE BELL RINGERS of THE SOUL

POETS ARE THE BELL RINGERS of THE SOUL

Poets as a rule are high on adventure

Like wondering bards or prophets today.

Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom

Casting through verse their visions at play.

Poets have their dreams and their nightmares

Of love, life, death, faith and war.

They feel the pain and tragedy of others

Even those they’ve never met before.

They fan the flames of human compassion

With their stories of the failings of man.

Professing to follow a higher power

As they recruit whomever they can.

Poets are the bell ringers of the soul

As they depict the past, the present and beyond.

They sound their alarm of what lies ahead

As the missteps of man live on.

By Conservative Poet

Tom Zart

Most Published Poet

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Babies

Babies

I fathered babies
and gave them my love,
believing them to be
gifts from above,
 

receiving in return
wonder and awe,
and glimpsing a heaven
without a flaw
 

where purity and innocence
blends to mesmerize
with stunning clarity
through big brown eyes
 

and luminous black pupils,
like mirrors they shine,
capturing without effort
every curious mind,
 

answering without words
every question we find,
flashing ancient secrets
like a neon sign.

by: Dave Holloway　




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