The Cracked Window

The Cracked Window

He peered through the grimy,cracked window.
The cracks--an intricate spiderweb pattern,
let him view the world through many eyes,
each view distorted and no two views the same.
The same scene-- different perspective.

His view dulled by the grime on the window,
colored his world a washed-out array of
water colors. Once vivid and new--now a
hazy, smudge in his eyes.
The same scene -- different perspectives.

By: Mary Jo Holder

A FRIEND IS FOREVER

A FRIEND IS FOREVER

A moment of silence, 

no need for

advertisement, 

a hand stretched forth,

without judgment of course. 

There is no

place for pride, 

where a friend resides,

some secrets are shared, 

to only those

ones who care. 

Love is the evidence, 

so we can not pretend this pre-tense, 

a movement of the soul,

each desiring to make each whole. 

Forgiveness is nothing new, 

this isbound to keep us true. 

A cry is never a surprise, 

when you realize your true prize,

that you have a friend, 

who loves without

end. How do you know who is your friend?

TIME will tell you, 

always. 

Truth comes out boldly, 

on any topic with friends, 

knowing that their secrets are kept inside. 

Lies appear when fear is present. 

True friends FEAR NOT, 

this is our evidence.

Darryl William Crawford

TRAVAIL OF A FROG

TRAVAIL OF A FROG

"There were two frogs.
Planned to enter a dwelling,
In quest of some eatables.
 
There was a big milk vessel,
In front of the rear door,
Of that sweet home.
 
The houseowner was waiting for,
The fermentation of the boiled milk,
Inside the vessel.
 
Both the frogs,
Being unaware of this,
Just jumped into the vessel.
 
The first one decided,
Its very arduous to escape,
And died without proper breathe.
 
But the second frog had the grit,
To fight against,
As far as possible.
 
By its frequent shake of the vessel,
Fermentation quickly happened,
And the butter floated on the vessel’s top.
 
The frog just sat on the butter,
Came to the vessel’s top,
And,atonce jumped out. "
 

By: R.AARTHIKA From India

Times of the Essence

Time’s of the Essence

Concrete surroundings, completely entombed
Try to make it past, the impending doom

Nothing left but my thoughts
Time graciously given, not sought

Waiting for my freedom
Consuming the lack of wisdom

You’ve learned your lesson
Life’s not a simple session

It’s the price you pay
To sit in jail day after day

Think about your actions,
Your last main attractions

Or inmate for sure,
For now, but never more

Jail Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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THE JOURNEY OF LIFE

THE JOURNEY OF LIFE
 

Once upon a time,I was alone on a train journey.
Initially,i felt tough.
 

But, i sang a song of my own,
To get rid of being alone,
 

With the aid of my ringtone!
Later,I got a friend,
To love till my end,
Who never allow my heart to bend,
 

Whom the God has sent !
Then only I realised,
The Journey of life.
 

It may be too short or long,
We may reach the destination,
Or meet with an accident
In between!
 

The most interesting journey,
In which,we don’t know,
What happens in the next moment,
Is nothing,but life!
 

Our money and property,
Wont come,till our destination!
Our eminent laptops and mobiles,
 

Works better,even without us!
Our beauty and pride,
Dies,even before us.
 

We must know the magic,
To love every moment,like a kid,
To adore,even the foe,
And to award a pleasingsmile,
For our hardships!
 

A TTR,

named”God”,
Has given us ticket,
Called “Birth”,
To travel in a train,
Named “Life”,
Only to love and dig every second.
 

But not to sit in a corner
At tuff times.
Rather,we must learn,
To smile at the trouble!

By: R.AARTHIKA From India

MY EXPECTATIONS

    MY EXPECTATIONS       
 

It was my fault,
To expect my parents,
To bring me up in the way,
In which I love to live!
 

It was my blunder,
To expect my pets,
To play with me in the custom,
In which I prescribe them!
 

It was my mistake,
To expect my friends,
To share with me everything,
 

Which I do with them!
It was my flaw,
To expect my society,
To behave in an adjusting manner,
In which I am accustomed to!
 

But,now I decided,
To adjust with them all,
Not only to earn their love,
But also to know myself!

By: R.AARTHIKA From India

Long Road

Long Road

Smell of freedom still in my mind
I’ll use this time to sit back & unwind

Certainly not visible what the future will hold
I know when I get out it’s sure to be cold

I missed my birthday & surely Halloween
But I’ll be home for the thanksgiving scene

It’s only September 12, some time to go
Use my time wisely, and got some writing to show

I talked to my mother, the first time in a while
She told me she missed me and that made me smile

Can’t wait to go to her & see new things
Have a mess of sodas and grub on some wings

Jail Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Dark Side

Dark Side

I hate the way you are, the way that you walk
Don’t need a reason to cut your tongue, prevent you to talk

I’m a mean mother you have no clue
I’ll bust up your mouth leave you barely to chew

You don’t know me, I’m not your friend.
My guns drawn, just around the bend

I’m the most feared foe of all
Break your knees, leave you to crawl

I’m the worst person to have around
I’ll cut off your fingers, let them lay on the ground

Just when you don’t expect anymore
I’ll slit you up, bleeding crimson on the floor

Don’t leave me a choice to mess with you
I’ll leave you in pain, and this is true

Dissect your brains, eat them like a cannibal
Can’t you see, I’m a ferocious animal

Take a minute before you judge
I’m the last person you’d want to nudge

I’ll come swinging back like a renegade
Just to cut you in half like a samurai blade.


Horror Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Shadow Preacher

Shadow Preacher

I met this guy who I dubbed the “Shadow Preacher”
He was very wise and also a good teacher

He was one with God, the ultimate contender 

I Listen to his words, he was a smart mentor

He’s been down the road I’m about to travel
I heeded his wisdom, to help unravel

He showed me the choices in front of me
Exclaims “Take your time & choose wisely”

By the way time is on your side
Read some scriptures, and in God confide

Learn a great lesson, take it to heart
For jail is a dreaded place, you’ll soon depart

I always keep in mind the words of the preacher
After all he was just trying to be my teacher.

Jail Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman




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Endless Torture

Endless Torture

Stuck in a small room not knowing your future
Moved from place to place in a mindless torture

Friends you make along the way
Some set free to go on and play

Others put in dinghy  holes
Life ahead, full of plenty tolls

Rounding the next corner, you hope for the end
Just to find out you’ll be confined again

The corridors are all small and cold
The paint on the walls, over forty years old

Of to the final spot
Where given three hots and only a cot
After all, this will be your final plot

Jail Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Psycho

Psycho

Sometimes I go a little ballistic
A couple notches past twisted, mad and sadistic

I swing my bat at the top of my game
Hit you in the head leave you, breathless in pain

Conscious and aware now, you reach for the phone
I break your are, feel the crack of the bone

I have to reason or shame for the attack
The room begins to spin and go black

My heart beats so hard, thumping and booming
My mind a blur, don’t know what I’m doing

Take out a knife and begin to slash
Crimson spills to the floor as I twist and thrash

Screw mind over matter, I’m crazy and psycho
The temperature of my blood, seventy below

I’ve turned into a cold blooded killer
Want to feel my wrath? Make it a thriller?

Horror Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Mom

Mom

I write this poem in acknowledgment of my mother
The one who will always show me love like no other

She’s always been there through thick & thin
Bloods thicker than water, no matter where you've been

When everyone leaves and turns their backs
It’s time to change your ways, time to switch tracks

Ma Dukes is the one who showed me the way
She gave me a second chance, to be here today

A mothers love is something special
It has no strings and is never conditional

Never forget that no matter what you do
Your mother will always be there, to comfort you

With out her, who knows where I’d be
She showed me the door, and gave me the key

Turn the page, start a new chapter
I look forward to her love every day after

Your mother is more than a friend
She’ll be there with you until the end

A different kind of love, the love of a mother
I hope my mom knows how much I love her

Love Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Dinners for Sinners

Dinners For Sinners

I wake up every morning at five thirty
Not because I’m grimy or dirty

But because the man yells chow
It’s not even food, but hell I’ll eat it now

Then after I eat I’ll go back to sleep
I wish I could do so for at least a week

Next time for I will wake, it not to be opposite a steak
But a shitty shank tray, with out even some cake

A little while longer, I sit, read and ponder
I wait to eat some more and let my mind wander

So here comes the last meal of the day
I wish the cooks to be fired, sent far away

For the food is utterly disgusting
Later to be on the toilet ass a busting

After sitting on the royal throne
I’ll try to go to sleep as I did once at home

This IS the life of an inmate
So value you life, don’t break your plate

Jail Poetry
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Feeble Attempt at Serenity

Feeble Attempt at Serenity

The intense light keeps me awake
Sunlight not a problem, but these are fake

Loud boisterous noises pierce my attempt
Pull the cover over, hardly a sound proof tent

In my own little land
Oblivious to what’s going on
Thinking out load pen in hand

I continue my writings pen to paper
The letters & words building a sky scraper

Use my concentrations to feed my brain
It’s the most useful method to hide my pain

For now I’m contained to this little house
Noisily I fill this paper, with ink I douse

Although on the inside played like a pawn
Once I get out, I know it’s on
To live my life free, is where I belong

Inspirational Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

The night is Christmas eve
St. Nick will be here,
or so I believe

We wrapped the finally gifts
Patiently we waited,
for Santa in shifts

Gather with family to sing Christmas cheer
Drank eggnog for once
 rather than beer

Yule log burning with urgent desire
We snuggle down with friends
To get close to the fire

We made a tray of cookies for Santa
An apple for Rudolph
Whispered “Quiet! Did I hear a someone cough?”

Finally we went off to sleep
In hopes of presents
We may keep

With visions of toys dancing in or head
We couldn’t wait for morning
To get out of out beds

Morning came quickly enough
But waking mom and dad at five thirty
Was awfully tough

We got started opening our stockings
Little by little we tore into each
Looks on our faces very shocking

So Santa had eventually came
In the middle of the night
Left us presents by name

And to everyone who reads this
It’s my pleasure
Have a wonderful Christmas


Short Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Four Seasons

Four Seasons

As summer to fall
Come crowded beaches & all

From hot to cool
Goes to an empty pool

Trees turn bare
Crisp clean air

Flowers will die
Snows in endless supply

Grounds covered in white
Changing seasons a delight

Cookies being baked
Only for other to sample & take

New things come alive
Spring times a wonderful surprise

Showers from up above
Set free a new born dove

From winter to spring, come summer & fall
The world is great, four seasons and all

Short Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Food For Thought

Food For Thought

Who is thought and why must we feed him?
I wish thought was real, I’d really like to meet him

I think up words and write them down
Sometimes they’re happy, sometimes I frown

Use words to enhance your mind
Use them right to get out of a bind

Use thoughts as a path to be traced
Your brain is a terrible thing to waste

Know the difference between fact and fiction
Pick up a book and fill your prescription

Make wise decisions in your readings
After all it will save some beatings

Your brain is lake a tool
You have to fill it, to be less a fool

As contempt as a fish in a bowl
Sit back and take time to enhance your soul

Short Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Mind Games

Mind Games

Time goes by ever so slowly
Our hopes & ambitions soaring so lowly

The time is passed with games we play
Indulged in Scrabble, Uno, and spades all day

Others drown themselves in meaningless books
Sometimes the titles receive weird looks

The best way to pass the time I find
Is get pen & paper and come up with a rhyme

Spend your time any way you can
For ever decreasing the time to span

How quickly the days will go by
Soon you’ll be set free, to go out and fly

Jail Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Blank Stare

Blank Stare

Paper in front of me totally blank
My mind starts to work, like a vocabulary bank

I sit and think for a few
My pen started writing, and out it flew
 

So many words coming from everywhere
I write them down without even a care

More & more they start to flow
Where they come from, I don’t know

It just happens all of the sudden
My mind goes wild and starts a floodin’

I jot them down as quickly as I can
I loose track of time that’s span

It’s a good way for me to spend my time
Just sit back and come up with rhyme after rhyme

Short Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Good Intentions

Good Intentions

I’ve paved a road with good intention
Which my last poems have neglected to mention

I try to take care of everyone
But often forget to look out for number one

No one else is going to do it for you
Don’t hold your breath, you just turn blue

Even when you have a good plan
You have to stick to it the best you can

Sometimes it’s hard to keep on track
But think of all the money you can stack

No matter what comes your way
Do what’s right, that’s all I can say

Lead you life wisely, yesterday, today and tomorrow
For time is surely something you cannot borrow

Inspirational Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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