A Few Old Poems

The Calm
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The River
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The River


I stand in the river

Current swiftly, rushing by

Pushing me

Drowning me

The giver of life

The taker of breath

How can I stand against it

As it rages

Pushing me

Drowning me

It drawls me in

With its refreshing nature

But offers no sanctuary

I am no match for its might

It is

Pushing me

Drowning me

It is

Not my time

Though the choice was never mine

It is

Not my time


I wrote this poem some time after I almost drowned while swimming in a river.


A Path
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Carve Your Way
Carve Your Way | Source

Your Own Desire


In times of woe, I feel depressed

I watch a sunset, and feel unrest

Knowing not, what looks ahead

Regretting things undone, unsaid

Dreams and hopes, of each new day

Simply seem, to fade away

A wise man once, said to me

Give your all, or let it be

Inspiration, will conceive

If you learn, to believe

Don’t follow paths, upon a whim

Choose the one, which seems most grim

Follow it, unto the last

Do not falter, be steadfast

Only then, can you conspire

To understand, your own desire


I'm not sure when I wrote this one, but I do know that it was at a time when I was feeling depressed.


My Step-Dad, my Mom, and I
My Step-Dad, my Mom, and I | Source
Come Clean
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The Tall Tale


When I was a boy my Mother told me, you better straighten up.

For if you continue to break all the rules, the devil might snatch you up.

One day I recall as I got home from school, Mom saying change your new shoes.

I didn’t listen, I went out to play, I figured that I couldn’t loose.

It had been raining, the ground was all wet, and I wasn’t thinking at all.

I played in the yard, then out through the cornfield, man I was having a ball.

It started to rain, as I played in the woods, on the other side of the field.

It was muddy and messy, I remembered my shoes, and my tension started to build.

I was hurrying home, when out of nowhere, I sank in the mud to my knee.

I got out of the mud, but was left with one shoe; my Mom was going to kill me.

I searched and I searched, in the mud for my shoe, but it was nowhere to be found.

I needed a story, that I could tell Mom, because my shoe was now under the ground.

I got to the house, and I had my story, I was lucky that I was alive.

It was amazing, that I had escaped, was I really telling a lie?

Then I told her the ground, had opened beneath me, and I saw the devil look up.

He tried to grab me, but just got my shoe, boy that was sure some good luck.

I could tell by the look, on my Mothers face, that she wasn’t buying my tale.

I knew I was in for it, and my heart sank, as my face began to turn pale.

Now my Mother was wise, and loving, and kind, what else was she to do?

I learned a good lesson, and I’ll never forget, the day that I lost my shoe.


This poem is based on a true story, from my childhood. It seems as though I had a tall tale for every occasion.


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Princess Prisca 4 years ago from Heaven living on Earth

dmop,

I ran across your poems on the HomePage. I enjoyed each of them.

Good Job! You are engaging.

I voted NO, I don't think that we learn from each experience. It would be wonderful if we did, by means of not repeating mistakes and gainning wisdom.

But, sometimes we learn and sometimes we refuse too...

Have a blessed day!

Ciao...Princess Prisca


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dmop 4 years ago from Cambridge City, IN Author

Princess Prisca, Thank you for reading and for the thoughtful comment. I agree that many times we don't learn from experiences that might have been most enlightening if only we had known then what we know now. Have a great day, and thanks again for stopping by.


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Debby Bruck 4 years ago

Dear DMOP ~ I clicked awesome because they didn't have "marvelous" as a rating. What an imagination and ability to tell a story within a meter of poetry. I hope to read more of your poems. What lesson did you learn? Blessings, Debby


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dmop 4 years ago from Cambridge City, IN Author

Debby, Thank you for reading and for commenting. I learned that Mom may have indulged in my tales, but knew full well when I was telling them; and that new shoes aren't cheap and require quite a few chores to replace. Thanks again and have an awesome day.


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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

I was just thinking the other day that I would like to have the energy I had 10 years ago, but the wisdom that I have today--wouldn't it be great if we were born wise? Nicely done--this set. I like the first one the best actually--the flow works so well with the pace of the river--really nicely done!


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dmop 4 years ago from Cambridge City, IN Author

AudreyHowitt, thank you for reading and for your inspiring comment. I liked the first one the best myself, I suppose that's why it was first on a subconscious level. Thanks again and have a great day.


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alocsin 4 years ago from Orange County, CA

A nice selection of poem although my favorite is "Your Own Desire." I can relate to being steadfast -- that's the only way you can get what you want. Voting this Up and Beautiful.


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dmop 4 years ago from Cambridge City, IN Author

alocsin, thanks for stopping by and for the thoughtful comment. Whatever our goals we must preserver or we shall never see the light at the end of the tunnel. Thanks again and enjoy the rest of your day.


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Levertis Steele 4 years ago from Southern Clime

THE RIVER teaches a great lesson about overcoming the monsters we encounter in life. It teaches perseverence.

An Interesting Comparison:

"Choose the one, which seems most grim" is taken from "YOUR OWN DESIRE." The speaker chose the grim path.

"Because it was grasy and wanted wear" is taken from Robert Frost's THE ROAD NOT TAKEN. The speaker in this poem chose the road less traveled by. Unlike the other road, it was grassy.

The Tall Tale is funny. For some reason, little boys do not understand that the taller the tales, the less likely parents will believe them.

I enjoyed the poems, and I am voting up, useful, funny, and interesting.


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dmop 4 years ago from Cambridge City, IN Author

Levertis Steele, Thank you for reading and for your in-depth observation of my poetry. I'm delighted at your comparison to Robert Frost's THE ROAD NOT TAKEN. Thanks again and I hope your day is filled with joy and accomplishment.


iamaudraleigh 4 years ago

I indeed believe you learn from every experience. Sometimes it takes a while though. Your poems are wonderful It is amazing what comes out in words while depressed. Voted up and more!


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dmop 4 years ago from Cambridge City, IN Author

iamaudraleigh, if we fail to learn from our experiences we are destined to repeat the same mistakes over and over until we do. Thank you for the kind comment and for taking the time to visit, I hope you have a fantastic day.


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christin53 4 years ago from UK

I love these poems I always think the best poems come from our experiences and emotional feelings.


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dmop 4 years ago from Cambridge City, IN Author

christin53, Thank you for reading and for the generous comment. I agree that the best poetry comes from things we feel emotional about. I appreciate you stopping, and hope you have a terrific day.

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