She’s a liberated woman
But she’s not a woman’s liber
She’s a solid oak tree
But she bends with the wind
She’s a bird flying high
But never loosing sight of her nest
In a world full of cubicles
She makes herself a seat
A battle for her
But hard for those who cannot see
With ego and pride
They hide their eyes
But to me she is easy
Let there be no deception
She is a real woman to me
By: Roger Harkness
I have a new audience to share my poems with. “myYearbook” It’s great, I have hundreds of friends and I send them all my poems and I get a lot of complements. I’m only human and we all need a pat on the back to keep us going. Anyways, this poem got a lot great reviews, everybody thinks I wrote this poem about them, and if that’s what you think, than that’s what I did, I wrote this one for you babe.
I try to help
Trip
Fall
And mess everything up
You frown
Please don’t be mad
Sorry
I’m just a clown
I only want to help
If you can teach me
I will learn
If you can show me
I will see
If you will explain
I will understand
I’m a professional nice guy
Trying to make my mark
My success is my glory
My failure is my disgrace
Help me please
Help me help you
If you could
I would love to
Help you
If you would let me
Please
Our ships on an open course
Swimming in the sea
I look over the side and wonder how it could be
Clear dark blue, but the bottom can’t be seen
then I look to my side
To sight the flying fish of the sea
They look like little airplanes skipping like a stone
Though they fly through the air, the sea is their home
The dolphins play chicken in front of our keel
Jumping in front of our course
You can see the joy they feel
Because of what we see
We know the Lord is happy
The water turns from the color of clear dark blue
To a dull seaweed green
We know the weather’s gonna get mean
We wait respectfully
Fifteen foot mountains of water
Roll thunderously across the sea
Tops of water mountains are broken up by a fierce wind force
There’s a little bit of fear within us as we brave the mighty sea.
Wondering if we have yet to see worse
As the ship dives into each mountain of water
It protests by rumbling its beams and shaking its nose
We pray
Having fear in that thing that has created what we see
For a sailor knows the fierceness of the Lord
By the fierceness of the sea
I don’t know exactly when I wrote this, I just know I wrote it a long time ago.
I just recently learned a couple years ago that this is the main theme of the Buddhist religion. There is a lot of power in the here and now. So if you’re ever in distress about anything, just concentrate on the here and now and see how that works out and let me know, I’m curious.
A fish gets caught when it takes the bait
The fisherman throws it back
A fly gets caught in a spider web
The spider will attack
And an elephant is frightened by a mouse
Just when we thought we understood
We thought we knew our place
And knew for what to stand
A raging bull tripped over a rainbow
and got hurt
It never raged again
A roaring lion got its feelings hurt
When a blue bird told it to be quiet
It never roared again
And a big old giant oak tree was chopped down
Two people cannot live together
A mother kills her baby
A father leaves his child
And people are afraid to love
Do we produce food
Will we refuse to eat
Why will we not love
and be loved
Our inner selves die
While our body lives on
The fate of our dead selves
is in our own hands
By: Roger Harkness
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One of my earlier poems I wrote when I was a teenager. When my dad read it he said that I was too negative and idealistic, he said he once was like that also.
Lets brake this down, art is painting a picture, we don’t make it up, we just portray it so others can see it. Can’t help that this world is negative. I grew up on food stamps and state aid and had to constantly listen to how those people on food stamps and state aid are, even from my own father who was responsible for us being on food stamps and state aid by leaving us. It was never the way Disney said it would be, there was never a happy ever after. Maybe if my dad didn’t stop playing his guitar and singing his songs he might understand my poetry, better yet, maybe he could have stuck around and taught me how to be more positive. Any ways, I hope you like the poem and sorry if it is negative.
So many times I’ve been deceived
And I don’t know how it happens
It seems that I will not listen
But I hear them words anyway
They cycle through my head
And I think I’ve figured out a way
The day turns into darkness
Filled with delusions
I am blessed with confusion
Reality hits me in the face
I feel like such a disgrace
There is a natural way
You’ve been there all along
Why can’t you stick to it
Seeing what it has to say
But instead you turn and go
Every which way
But in my defense
I’ve learned something new
Just like I always do
It has made me a little stronger
I can see things much better
Maybe being deceived
Finding I’ve been fooled
Is me
Growing in a natural way
I’ve been on top of the mountain
and I’ve been in the valley
I remember the past
and I know the future
I’m not always right
and I’m not always wrong
Things don’t always go as planned
One thing I know for sure
I’ve been there
and you may be too
I wish I could tell you like they tried to tell me
But I wouldn’t listen to them
and you won’t listen to me
We all have to make our own mistakes
It’s the way we see
I just wish this didn’t have to be
Maybe if we judged ourselves as harshly as we judge others
Maybe then it could be
Wait, I’m wrong
Should have done better than this
Please, I’ll be strong
I’m finding it hard to resist
So show me what I’m looking for
CHORUS
Save me, I’m lost
Oh lord, I’ve been waiting for you
I’ll pay any cost
Save me from being confused
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for…oh lord
Don’t let go
I’ve wanted this far too long
Mistakes become regrets
I’ve learned to love abuse
Please show me what I’m looking for
CHORUS
Save me, I’m lost
Oh lord, I’ve been waiting for you
I’ll pay any cost
Save me from being confused
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for…oh lord
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for
CHORUS
Save me, I’m lost
Oh lord, I’ve been waiting for you
I’ll pay any cost
Just save me from being confused
Wait, I’m wrong
I can’t do better than this
I’ll pay any cost
Save me from being confused
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for
Show me what I’m looking for…oh lord
Let’s remember: this holiday is not Armistice Day, or Armed Forces Day, or the birthday of the Army, Navy, Marine Corps, Air Force, Coast Guard or Merchant Marine….It’s Memorial Day
It is a day to mourn ALL who have died in war. A day to remember ALL the victims, the vast majority of whom are our brothers and sisters who, by an accident of birth, were born on the receiving end of the bombs and the occupations. Mourn them. If you march, carry a sign saying so.
Mourn our comrades. Mourn the dead and the wounded, the human beings who came back dehumanized because of what their government sent them to do.
But this day we mourn more than our own military dead. Yes, we are veterans, but we are also VETERANS FOR PEACE.
