Meaning Behind the Words

So, I’ve asked a few followers of my work to pick my next poem to dissect.  While I wait on those submissions, here are two more poems to choose from.  In one, I play with the idea of thanking people for the negative they bring into one’s life, because without it, the many positives that came afterward would’ve never happened.  So for that reason alone, I felt a slight thank you had to be shared.

In the other, I just wanted to start the conversation of whether the way our society is structured is in fact the way we want it.  And if not, why not make that society’s main focus.   Enjoy the words, ponder their meaning, and don’t forget to thank a negative contributor to your life today – they are opening the doors to something greater!!!!!

Thank You

Thank you for breaking my heart
Setting me onto a path

Although at the time I saw
No end to my pain and wrath.

Couldn’t make sense of your words
Or find meaning in your choice

Just wanted you out the way
While still craving for your voice.

But the wounds finally healed
My faith in love was restored

Found solace looking anew
Her beauty –its own reward.

The moments we could enjoy
Were a gift wrapped up by you

Setting me onto a path
Filled with love – lasting and true.

Thank you for making the call
That brought day out of my night

Taking a boy who was filled
With a rage, ready to fight.

Answered the question that plagued
Yet he never dared to ask

A question that ruled his world.
Covered his life like a mask.

Made the world easy to bare
At least knowing that you’re real

That weight, off of my shoulders
A strain I’d learned to conceal.

Take notice of who you are
Learn the good, mixed with the bad

And then hope that I succeed
At being a better dad.

Thank you for all of the doubt
It’s kept us perched on our toes.

The fear of failing’s been high
A truth that nobody knows.

A pressure kept on myself
Has always been my belief.

To keep me from living life
With days that have no relief.

Where we go from here is left
To the steps we chose to take.

The path behind us just gave
A lesson we can’t forsake.

With hope I look to what comes
With thoughts of all that we’ve seen.

Hoping to mirror a life
Filled with days that are serene.

Robbing the Hood

All the plights of our days
Giving life to your works.

Yet our days never change
While you enjoy the perks

Our young are being fed
From a hand that’s so worn

In a place that’s so bruised,
A people that’s so torn.

Those that have, tend to feel
Nothing more can be done

Their riches have been made.
Poverty’s on the run.

Yet their dough finds its growth
By our hands – by our feet.

Shouldn’t more come to those
Who keep their life so sweet?

All their songs and their films
Bringing light to our dark

Bring more net to their worth
While our lives miss that spark

A handout will not do
More care needs to be shown

The platforms they command
Some ills should go unknown

School labs lacking the tools,
To fairly educate

Ten cars – while people starve
Can’t see how that equate.

The poor gives to the rich
With small gains in return

Will the poor seek a change?
Is this not of concern?

Writing Exercise

While trying to keep my mind fresh in between writing pages for this story, I’ve taken up doing little writing exercises.  So, with this being my blog about my journey in writing, I figure I’d share what I’ve been doing.  Hope you enjoy!!!

First, a bit of reference (straight copy and paste) thanks to good ole Wikipedia:

An acrostic is a poem or other form of writing in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out a word or a message.

Here goes my initial attempt at this form of writing.  At some point, I will definitely do more, this was actually kind of fun and a good diversion from my main literary focus…..

“Suddenly, one man envisioned the intricately made exercise so intently, the room uproariously lauded yet again.  My assistant zealously escaped, making yesterday’s shameful event last forever.”

And now, a bit more reference:

Acrostics can be more complex than just by making words from initials. A double acrostic, for example, may have words at the beginning and end of its lines

Here goes:

Kindled like a fire upon being started up

Everything around me takes on a hazy aura

Vicious pains through my legs, oh how these heel spurs roar

In comparison to the back pains I’d rather the former

Nevertheless I venture on, with the focus of a samurai

Determined to face this new with all of it battles

Hope that was worth your time, you should give it a try!!!