POEWHIT, 16 january 2017
Into the attic I creep.
Just for a tiny peek.
They won't ever know.
I'll go real slow.
A pirate trunk to find.
Jolly Roger, and that kind.
Slowly open to look.
It's empty but one book.
Soiled and old, yet it gleams.
First page open by seam.
Dear Diary, today I cry.
I met this nice guy.
from my poem book - DREAMS
POEWHIT, 12 january 2017
Polluted air, dead mans wonder.
Taken back from the blunder.
Sing a broken song to me.
Pinstripe suit said, "TURN THE KEY".
Television said, "OZONE WITH HAZE".
Eyes feeling blurry, a walking maze.
Plastic pyarmid, a French song.
Pinstripe suit said, "THRY'RE WRONG".
Eggshell air covers the earth.
Open the curtain on a blue birth.
Garage door closed, suicide ways.
Pinstripe suit said, "MANY DAYS".
from my poem book DREAMS
POEWHIT, 11 january 2017
Dead fish, poison lake.
Acid rain, sunshine bake.
No fish in the pond.
Clip coupons from the bond.
Mighty wonder, mega works.
Drill more oil satan lurks.
Empty hook upon the bay.
Crabs gone, whats to say.
Tiny fish sold in plastic.
Paper weight, oh to fantastic.
Dirty water, no more life.
Kids dead, took one bite.
from my poem book DREAMS
POEWHIT, 10 january 2017
AIR FOR SALE=+=THINK.
Vomit into rusty sink.
Sick all day long.
Fading into the haze.
Black-red-green cloud maze.
10,000 chems and more.
Mix in the air - SHUT DOOR !
Tape the windows good.
Clean air machine - VooooooM.
Inside I'm alive today.
Unborn child - what's to say.
On the couch - T.V. on.
Food tube in my arm.
Just hiding thinking of the sky.
Those multi-colored clouds pass by.
from my poem book DREAMS 2
POEWHIT, 9 january 2017
Brainwasher - telling me this thing.
That way - I must sing.
Your song only for me.
Not like my ideas and free.
Look I do into your eye.
You never blink - onward sighs.
Telling me your ways to be.
Weak minded - am I really free ????
An addict you have made me.
Sit I do - you must set me free.
Then I become your song.
Out on the street - hanging long.
BEAT - ROB - STEAL - AND KILL.
UPPER - DOWNER - ACTION - ALL THRILLS.
DANCE ALL NIGHT-GAMBLE - SPEED PILL.
GOD said, "CROSS ON THE HILL".
from my poem book DREAMS 2
POEWHIT, 2 january 2017
Gamble and roll all day.
YET, I have no income pay.
On a bench my home life.
Hook she does, such a good wife.
Let me play this molded image part.
From T.V. ads - to multi-multi-marts.
All day long in a haze.
Crawling sometimes in a maze
The herded sheep - all wool gone.
Addictions grow - new tattoo on arm.
GOLD plated chain around neck.
Got that itch - joker in the deck.
Around the block again
Down is up now - times bend.
Illusions live on T.V. ways.
Church door locked - stolen pay.
Where is GOD ? all is lost.
Overdose time - the new host.
All growing dark - real slow.
DOWN TO HELL - LAST ROLL - HELLO.
from my poem book DREAMS 3
POEWHIT, 30 december 2016
One small glass of water.
The waiter said, "THAT WAS THE ORDER".
The pantry man looked at me.
We have no water, LET IT BE.
What will I tell him, HIS MAJESTY.
OFF WITH MY HEAD ! It seems to me.
Oh your honor, the pantry said, "LET BE".
WHAT !! No water in my kingdom.
How can this fate, NO FREEDOM!!!
But, What, after this - TO SEA.
Find me some water - ON ONE KNEE.
That is your quest - NOW FLEE !!!
Yes your majesty - A CRUSADE IT WILL BE.
For a small glass of water.
Call all in the quarter-YES. Even the porter.
from my poem book DREAMS 2
POEWHIT, 8 april 2014
The moon turns
SPIN earth SPIN
who am I ?????
Spot of living dust
Air of must
SIT, [wonder an hour ]
Smell of the flower
Life turns with power.
5/8/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 1 april 2014
Dance all earth
Sing more to birth
A song with heart
High and low tide - apart
Clouds have a start
Just find our part
Pray and sing to life
GOD can heal strife.
4/1/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVEt
POEWHIT, 31 march 2014
Flowers cover a hill
Beauty of nature
Quiet is the sound
The sun all around
Let me sit and look
Gentle sound of a brook
A bird flies softly
It's shadow crosses me.
3/31/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
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