Part of my poetic thought is to share my instances having separate formats in an old folk way now a lost in time it seems. These happennings in olden ways where not of the ordinary kind, being full of pitfalls that are of the extreme within an urban living. A whole world full of experirnces vital for a livelihood motivated by logic values of a poor quality of living that implies a lot of doubt as each day went by emphasized in poems for different years. Perhaps some did not realize the suffering of the other people less fortunate than them of yesterdays knot of no contentment as every week went by, told by a poems vital statistics many times throughout the book. It is assumed that anyone sincere enough will understand whatever was the credence implied to each poem was modeled for each different era. The specials mentioned was the extremes of the times.
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WAITING FOR TOMORROW
Was a cloudless sky, sunshine all around
One less morning to go before summer arrives
Was a difference now with longer daylight
Warm winds sweeping across the open ground
Better days coming with growing of daylight
Hoping for wonderful happenings that will be
Looking forward to garden time again
Along with other great things of natures sight
Wanting twilight hours to hurry to another day
Most thought ready for tomorrow, much better
Every night streetlights tell it's time for bed
Asleep waiting for dawn to come my way
A hooting owl has said his peace once more
Did drift on into dreams to wake at last
Was now able to look at tomorrow it seems
Once again bright sun peered in my window
The sounds of night was heard then it past
Then comes the day's first knock on my door
Someone in such a short while, this day just began
Having heard the first steps in the hallway
These were friends of a divine day once more
Having found happiness with friends is meant to be
Everybody drops by to make this day complete
Another nighttime brings about a lonely room
All worth the living with loving the people you see
FADED PICTURES
Them times caught up in life we're aware
A wonder of it all we will sigh in ah
To recall black pictured images of old folks
Our thoughts leave faded foot steps there
Those mindful casts of away back then
Everyone now lost days hence gone forever
One's true love did pass on a very special day
These pictures in my mind, shall relive again
Most days with scenes in a wandering thought
A rave of men with fedora hats taken off in church
While most women wore the Eugenie hat style
Had seen this always in church, I never forgot
Was showing the holy respect to our almighty this way
Wore our Sunday best in the house of the Lord
Came a lonely bell sound off in the distance
Now Sunday ringing reminds me of yesterday
Came some reminding moments in a dream last night
A voice calling out upon winds of lost time
Them unanswered whiles as I searched my mind
Then a new day came to fade them from sight
Have kept old pictures with memories of love
Those lost times revived just once more
Our day will come to be lost with life
Comes the glory event of open doors up above
SOMEONE'S CULPRIT
In school stood up for brother's as well as my sisters
Then was punished by the teacher with a razor strap
No one ever is truthful claiming to be innocent bystanders
To always stand up for my rights with the instigators
The ex wife's boyfriend tried to cut my head off one day
He had a javelin swinging it at me many times to cut me
To save my self kick him in the crotch four times or more
His head came forward, busted his nose, then he ran away
The ex wife called the police to have me charged with assault
Nobody heard my side of the story, which was the truth
All I was doing was trying to save my life any way one could
Her along with the boyfriend cooked up lies that it was my fault
At the court case they charged me then went on probation
This boyfriend had serious concession on the critical list
As for me they sent me to Napanee prison for four months
What her and him said was a two way liars bad combination
Here as a young boy a mother was beating on me every day
From childhood on up was always the culprit no peace of mind
One night company came in winter to stay over night
The blankets were all given to these people, I had nothing to say
When the fire went out this boy pees on the Morris chair a lot
In the morning because of this accident was beat with one cordwood
If my father had not been there our mom would beat me to death
For being the person she called a culprit this is what I got
Had devoted my time to helping others the thank part never came
Here in these people's world being deceitful was the role they knew
Never truthful using their charm to manipulate these people
No matter who you helped the culprit part ended up the same
Here in a perplexed world of so and so's they lie their way
Always the people who cause the problem claim their innocence
So much conniving through the ignorance of an obnoxious world
Must we wait for an understanding that will come some day
WHO TO BELIEVE
Seems humble people become the commandeered one's
How strange is the world of wonder with its forbearers
Despite you integrity watch out for users of the world
Once betrayed, twice shy watch out for some more reruns
There is never sure hope to congratulate you forever
For the grace of boldness, do not confide ever, there's
intentions
A sincere heart is always used to manipulate your kindness
For who's sake do we grant some trust, my say always is never
In my hour of need no one comes around they are just to busy
Ever since Murphy's Law whatever it is there is no change
Being the narrator am trying to find decent people in the world
Forever there is nice pleasant people that are not really
trustworthy
My thoughts of only truth are for different yours of only lies
As for some people out there they are only obstacles in my way
With kindness all things can be found while choosing good
friends
The fibbers come in groups of thirteen not one soul ever denies
My anticipation is to rid the space of do-gooders when possible
Come to a pause for a little while to enjoy a days silence
Want deceit to be unfounded stricken from our everyday lives
Under oath is a crutch to hide the truth that is probable
Have found so many examples of humanity no straight shooters
The innocent are always taken because of their good humour
Looking after my affairs whole heartedly checking them twice
For a month of Fridays have had none of them household
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