Tim was born with a natural talent for various art media such as painting, prose, poetry and music.
Unique life experiences and struggles have provided Tim with numerous stories and a perspective, observed by a thought-filled, truly modern day renaissance man.
I was nothing. I came from dirt. And from that dirt, I flourished.
You can't backtrack on the footprints you leave behind. You can only create new ones moving forward.
Hardship came too easy. I enjoyed the brutality, along with its pain.
Even in the sub-zero depths of a frigid winter, warm blood still circulates within us.
Laborer's sweat requires more than respect and gratitude. It requires just and fair wages, along with free healthcare.
Your poem innocence has a rare accomplished quality. I thought that was worth posting here. Unlike some writers, I have actually taken a class in poetry, and I know it is sometimes hard. It may be hard even to find themes which are not too dark. And even when they are dark, sometimes that's what's worth fighting for...
Beat Yesterday
(READ ALL TIM LABBE POEMS)
Beat yesterday.
That's all.
The comfort of
misery comes
easy
It skids over cold
pavement
along
with the garbage
It hides in the
power-lines…,
humming and buzzing
It hunches
over the
neighborhood bar,
clenching a bottle
It makes suicide
seem almost easy
But you must Beat it.
Beat yesterday.
That's all.
Pound it to the ground.
Crush in into oblivion,
‘til your knuckles are
raw and bloodied.
And if you're lucky
enough to awaken,
battered and bruised,
you must try again.
Never, ever quit.
It's too important not to.
The comfort of
misery comes easy.
Too easy for most.
Most are
too soft.
by
Tim Labbe
You are a strong poet with right vision....