James T. Karam
(1/12/2014 11:41:00 PM)
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Salem Willows, Ma
When I was young in my time
my family would take me to
Salem Willows in the summertime.
Oh those fond memories of Chop Suey at the Chine man place,
he who once gave me a Mickey Mouse spoon, bright an shine, but lost in time,
and with his pepper steak and the wonderful pop corn it was all just to fine.
Memories of that time all gone now,
in my old age here in El Paso, Texas
I still smell the Salem Willows ocean in my mind
and see my self playing on the rocks by the wooden pier...
Many walks around the park,
it was always picnic time...
Oh how I long and miss you Willows,
you bring back my many happy time
(1/12/2014 12:18:00 AM)
I cannot ever be who you are
My heroes have been heads of family
Started their own businesses
Controlled their own destinies
I am a follower
My dreams come in second to legacy
I do not match up in faith
I fall short in every aspect
I can only lead my own children
And I know that I will be found
Even there, lacking
I only want to be there for you
I wait still for that time to come
I love you and respect you more than life
e you are not disappointed that it is I
Who make the final decisions
(1/10/2014 1:36:00 PM)
Friends are the best
They always put you first
If i tell you the rest
Then maybe you will confess
That friends are the best
I might have enemies
But at least i can see
That you are with me
And if you need anything
Just know you can count on me
If there was a door and i had the key
Just Know its for you and me
If i should give you anything
Just know its for free
I LOVE MY FRIENDS
(1/10/2014 1:06:00 PM)
Her eyes were like olives
her hair like straw
each word spoken was wind
and her hands felt like plastic.
(1/10/2014 11:06:00 AM)
HEAR MY CRY
You are as beautiful as a flower, only if you would shower and change that doh care informal attire.Yes! that would be such an honour for mother and father my dear..What a disgrace but look at her face when I tell her she's as sour as bad grapes, she's continuously pouting and giving me this doubting feeling.But look at her mother can't she control her.Oh goosh give the poor woman a break.This little girl needs to learn that she's a burden and to swirl and get out of my face.
(1/9/2014 6:46:00 AM)
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I am not lost
My mind being empty
and it is hard to write something
from an empty mind.
Where did all the letters go?
where did all the words go?
what I can find inside me is nothing
but an empty soul
who stole the things
that I had in my mind,
I don't know!
but it is all gone,
that is what I thought
I thought it is gone for ever
but it is not.
I still can
I can talk about things
which I thought that I'll never remember
I can still speak up my mind.
I still can write from my mind.
I am happy that I am not lost...
Amudipe Opeyemi Marcus
(1/9/2014 12:18:00 AM)
Stories long gone of wonders untold
Tales ages gone of blunders unfold
Lost memories of beauty centuries gone
Different pages of mysteries unravelled
Through years of diverse evolution
From man's ever continuing journey
From homo Eretus to his homo sapien
Diverse species of ideas hath he gathered
Leaving so much to be refined
As the numbers of years keeps growing
Seasoned ideas blessed with seasoned
Hath doth emerged, all to our marvel
Rooted to the ground are we at their fruits
But thirsty are we for new glories
Leaving so much ground to be covered.
Call the inner man in us OLIVER TWIST
'nd i will bring in an enclyclopedia of fact to
A never ending well hath he to keep his
A life long task which must be pursued
Only to be left behind at the Owls call.
(1/8/2014 5:04:00 PM)
watch out for my recent poems.... u will love reading...
(1/8/2014 4:49:00 PM)
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Title: My Wife
When I felt I had won,
I lost something to her,
It was a battle of love,
Where I luckily got her,
She defeated me with her lively smile,
Entangled me in my lonely heart by mile,
Her eyes when engulfed my soul,
I stood entwined to my heart as a whole,
Myself was not me anymore,
Looking for her in mirror for the days of sore,
Her lips could say very little to me,
It showed her love is undefined in words for me,
Sometimes I wonder but could just only smile,
It was all happening and everything was mine,
Stubborn and subconscious was the state of mind,
Moving ahead I felt her behind,
She woke up a lovely person in me,
Her memories were so embedded in me,
God gave me a chance though distant but nothing,
I forgot my past and remember one thing,
Her love was a need for me in my life,
I can just breathe only for my wife.
(1/6/2014 5:28:00 AM)
read my poem heer ranjha.. thankss
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