Field Of F#@k$


I plant my seeds with great care,
And lay my time down everywhere,
Make time to love and share,
And foster growth in my field there.
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Sadly the crop doesn’t grow,
No-one sees and no-one knows,
Around my feet nothing moves,
No fucks are growing beneath my shoes.
***
Not for lack of want or care,
I can’t find a fuck anywhere,
Not a care in the air,
I don’t have a fuck to share.
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My field of fucks is running barron,
Due to many years of caring,
I would not want to keep carrying,
Other people’s wants and burdens.
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So when you ask for a fuck from me,
There is nothing in my fuck tree,
Try next season and we will see,
If a fuck will grow for you and me.

What Isn’t Poetry


Is a poem a poem no matter what,
Or should it rhyme or should it not,
When is a poem just a statement,
Or a verse a poetic lament,
Some like two lines in quick succession,
Some like Iliads that are never ending,
But whatever your preference for poetry is,
Does anyone know what poetry isn’t?

Keep an open heart


If you close your heart,
And close your head,
You won’t feel hurt,
You won’t feel dread,
For love will never get to you,
And you will never fell new.
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Love is worth a thousand tears,
Don’t fear to loose them,
Don’t fear to dread,
Just love the now,
And love the moment,
Love your heart,
And love your head,
*
Never live in fear,
Or live in dread,
Let your heart feel,
If you have that someone now,
You know the love I speak of,
But if you don’t,
Then don’t fret,
Just let your heart lead you to love.
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Tonight before you go to bed,
Remember this,
You need your heart,
You nee your head,
To feel that love,
Just ignore the dread.

Dyslexia Is A Blessing Not A Curse


Dyslexia has been a blessing not a curse.
It has made me infinitely better not worse.
I see the world beyond the words.
And feel the life beyond the verse.
My language skills are not reversed.
And although my spellings look diverse.
My knowledge of the language is not inverse.

What’s In A Name


A name holds the key,
To another persons ID,
The information you need,
If you want to succeed,
A way to know someone,
Out of a crowed of everyone,
And importantly it’s you,
When you are asked who,
And to me it denotes,
I’m the Pesky Poet.

Let Me Be There For You


We rarely see each other,
But you are in my thoughts,
Each and every day.
***
When life has been rocky,
You have always been there for me,
Even when you are miles away.
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Let me repay the gift,
You constantly give selflessly,
By being there for you.
***
When you feel overwhelmed,
Just pick up the phone and give me a bell,
Let me listen like you did for me.
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The world seems dark just now,
But I’ll shine the brightest light I can find,
Like you would do for me.

The Witch of Endor


Is it wrong for a man to seek,
The solace of the people deep,
The ones who’ve left this mortal space,
To find their final resting place,
As Saul once did with the witch,
Who showed him those from the ditch.
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We all long for another conversation,
With those who can only be summoned,
Those who no longer move among us,
But seem to be always with us,
As Saul once did with Samuel,
When he spoke to the witch of Endor.