John Ackerman Poems

I Exist

as an erection ready to burst
inside the sweat of my hand let the reader understand
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Old Man Sitting

The bones are brittle
as are the thoughts
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just a little more time is all where asking for
just a little uncertainty can bring you down
falling emblems that drape the nomadic tapestry
in conclaves of dwarfed resolution of pillars of thought
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Poet to poetry hide me from society melt me in the fervor of sullen brevity!
there are lines being drawn in the sand let the reader understand in the furtherance of the plan...
A challenge to be set free is a question of time use logical persuasion from behind
the clock on the wall has holes in the side with a sought grained polish of dust
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For I Exist II

For I exist as a vapor only to appear for a little why then I am no more
as a heart explodes with the lotion of laughter to unfold I digress
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as a seed was dropped into the atmosphere it took root as I grew
although those many years have passed still I have every reason to grasp
the mere notion of a whisper and that of a smile
to know all the great while the Willows tree waves through the breeze
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light
in heaven the stage is set for all the whole host of players to take their place
not about perfection but we are being perfected daily by his love
as a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love to behold an open door
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Naked & Fat

for I long to be thin yet where do I begin
can't even get to the gym
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Life secretly offering fleeting moments of happiness…
but the underlying sadness creeps through; the grief of human condition always seeps through from the unconscious
. I always imagined it as the watery liquid separating from the unctuous and the solid matter of the brain as a pervading force that relentlessly pursued my happiness.
I am reminded often that this life offers no protracted security of contentment only taunting bits of joy
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