she asked me
was it big:
(being the man that I am)
i said it was.
...
so many people:
that loved them
placed beautiful flowers,
by the roadside,
...
i made love kill
more than once
when i found hate
wouldn't do it.
...
The explosive news: from the Pakistan Taliban
came as no Shiite/Sunni surprise,
as bombs were being constructed;
in Bomblast, Afghanistan
...
i really don't know who or where Gaza is
in the Middle East
i do know this-
they got a lot of Palestinian rocks to throw
...
i went to a Church
which was really a corner house
where the Black Preacher preached against
so many things i was for
...
the small white flower:
wanted all the water,
in the flower pot,
and the tall green one:
...
i wanted
my Gulf war questions
answered once,
and before you knew it:
...
too old to stop doin' what doin', especially when what i'm gettin'... keeps giving me what i got. and that's 'poetic' enough for me.)
A House Divided
In
a house
divided,
nothing is added
nothing multiplies,
nothing ever grows:
when Chaos
is invited to lounge
on your couch,
and sleep
in your bed.
Where
'Bad News' refuses
to shower:
the toilet isn't flushed
and hands
are never washed;
because of attitudes that stink.
In a house
where Eviction gives notice:
Jealousy chooses Hate
to be stronger than Love,
as Anger and Hostility
argue:
about Nobody payin'
the rent.
In a house
divided,
Slander is served in the kitchen,
keeping family members sick:
because the Cook
is the Poison.
In a divided house:
where
Paranoia & Suspicion is…,
the welcome mat,
that Frustration steps on:
the Housekeeper
is a fool.
where
Home-sweet-Home
is never ever home,
and calls 'Collect':
he never pays his way
long distant.
In a house
divided,
Gossip, Rumors and Lies,
are three
ugly-hearted sisters
living in it,
a divided house:
where the dishes are dirty
and trash overflows,
'cause Gossip needs scandal
Rumor never drinks her stories straight,
while Lies...
keeps everyone divided:
when she won't speak the truth.
So far i read two of your poems...and i like them both...You seem like a pretty intelligent guy and I appreciate your feedback keep up the good work and the sense of humor if thats what it was! ! (Bad Poetry)
ronald is verry best poet.I thing ronald's poetry is verry verry strong...he know what is pencil...and have alot of knowlage and memories about war..maybe I can't send comment to his all of poems but I can send comment for him and tell: I Love his minds and I tell to him: [[[goodluck ronald...good luck best soldier poet]]]
Per Scars Visions and Anchors: The roads we chose were guided by misinterpretation, held against this reality by love we languish until untethered. Upon division shall we consider ourselves paid in full, or more in debt?