Mike Bedell's Poetry Corner

hi mike how ya doin' ?ha! ha! great poem. welldone! :2thumbsup:

 

I never noticed this thread before.
There is some stellar poetry in here.

 

Valentines day is upon us and love is a topic that every poet tries to express. In modern times (now) it is that much harder to put in words
because people have become aware of such words as CO-DEPENDENT,
POSSESSIVE, stalking ect. so it is much more challenging these days .
i will try and post a love poem every other day until V Day.

LOVE SONG

I TRIED TO WRITE A LOVE SONG
WHILE KEEPING MYSELF IN CHECK
FOR I DIDNT WANT TO COME OFF CHAUVINISTIC
OR BE POLITICALLY INCORRECT.
AND AT THE SAME TIME,
I DIDNT WANT TO SOUND CO-DEPENDENT,
POSSESSIVE OR INSECURE
AND I CERTAINLY DIDNT WANT TO SOUND OBSESSIVE
OR EMOTIONALLY INMATURE.
SO I RESISTED THE TEMPTATION OF VERBAL MANIPULATIONS,
AVOIDED PHRASES WITH SEXUAL CONNOTATIONS
I FOUGHT WITH WORDS THAT MADE ME SOUND NEEDY.
AND I BATTLED THE ONES THAT MADE ME SEEM GREEDY.
I DIDNT WANT MY LOVE SONG TO BE ABUSIVE IN ANY WAY

WHAT THE FUCK I DIDNT KNOW SAYING
"I LOVE YOU " IN A SONG WAS SO DIFFICULT TO SAY.

mike bedell


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welldone! mike

 

never ask "why?"​

of women ill tell you i havent got a clue
for i learned very little from the few that i knew.​

we'd love each other, we'd never ask"why?'
and when the love was over wed just say "goodbye"

we'd seek out new partners to alleviate the pain
but we'd both miss the lesson; we'd both stay the same.

We'd dance with new partners; we know the steps well
but how long the dance lasts, no one can tell.

Though you can be sure it will end close to the place
that you and your last partner fell on your face.

But what if we lingered at love's dwindeling flame
to thank one another instead of placing the blame?

What if we lingered instead of running away,
to make sure tha thde other's going to be o.k.

For i still love every woman that i ever loved
although in the end, we both pushed and shoved.​

wed dance with new partners; we know the steps well
but how long the dance lasts, no one can tell.​

though you can be sure it will end close to the place
that you and your last love fell on your face.​

but what if we lingered at loves dwindling flame
to thank one another instead of placing the blame?​

what if we lingered instead of running away
to make sure that the others going to be o.k.​

for i still love every woman that i ever loved
although in the end, we both pushed and shoved.​

i hope some day to find love where we never ask "why?"
and the times that we are the happiest
are the times that we don't try.​

 

Love is a word that has lost its meaning because of over use. If i want someone to know that they are special to me i tell

them that i "" appreciate" them.

Love

love can not be explained or discribed
it can not be controled
it can't be weighed or measured
so it can't be bought or sold.
We don't know where it comes from
we don't know where it goes
but the desire to love and be loved
every human knows
love has no beginning or ending
like the eternity of a ring
love holds so much in meaning
because it's the meaning of everything
but
we love our cars, we love to dance,
we love our movie star
we love our families, god and country
we'd love to go to mars.
We love ourselves, we love our pets
we love to rollerskate
some people just love to love
but some people love to hate
so if you say to me 'i love you'
i feel no satisfaction
i loive you are just empty words
until they're followed up with action.
It's like saying the word "color"
to an artist
to whom color means everything
there are so many colors
with so many shades
you have to show him what color you mean.
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welldone! mike.:2thumbsup:

 

IWANT TO EXPRESS HOW GREATFUL I AM TO STILL BE ALIVE IN THIS CRAZY WORLD AND HOW THANKFUL I AM FOR MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS WHO ARE STILL HERE TO KEEP THE LOVE LIGHT BURNING.
I WROTE THIS POEM ON MY 70th BIRTHDAY. 5/27/12

ONE OF A KIND

WELL, I HIT THE SEVENTY YEAR MARK
ON LIFES ODOMETER OF TIME.
PLEASE ALLOW ME TO DISEMBARK
AND SAY "THANKS" TO THIS BODY OF MINE.

IT HAS CARRIED ME WITHOUT COMPLAINT
AND ITS STILL RUNNING STRONG.
GOD KNOWS I RAN IT WITHOUT RESTRAINT
AND I RAN IT HARD AND LONG.

IT HAS SOME GRAY HAIRS AND SOME WRINKLES,
AND IN PLACES IT SAGS A BIT,
BUT I CAN STLL DEPEND ON IT
TO GET ME WHERE I NEED TO GET.

THERE ARE SOME ACHES AND PAINS,
AND ITS NOT NEAR AS FAST,
COMPARED TO TWENTY YEARS AGO,
THERES A VERY NOTABLE CONTRAST.

SO AS MY LIFE BEGINS SLOWING DOWN,
ITS NOT THIS BODY HOLDING ME BACK
ITS BECAUSE MY LIFES NO LONGER IN THE FAST LANE,
LETS JUST SAY ITS LIKE A CUL DE SAC.

YEAH BUDDY, THIS BODY CRUISES LIKE A 1955 BUICK SPECIAL,
I DONT NEED A FAST HOT ROD
FOR NOW THAT IVE FOUND A SPIRITUAL PATH,
IM GETTING CLOSER TO GOD.

SO WHEN I DIE AND GO TO HEAVEN,
ILL LEAVE THIS BODY BEHIND,
BUT I HAVE TO SAY THAT MY LIFE WAS SORT OF OKAY,
BUT THIS BODY WAS ONE OF A KIND.

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for you mike my friend, a fellow surviver. no matter what! one day at a time!


An Alcoholics Prayer

In the stillness of the night Lord
You come and fill my Soul
Bringing peace where there was torment
Hope where laid despair
A reason to continue
In this struggle that i bear
A right to love and laughter
A reason to go on
In you i find my strength Lord
You are my shining star
A star that shines in Glory
Shedding light along the way
Reminding me not to forget
To remember i must pray
As dis-ease invades my body
My spirit and my mind
You remain my inspiration
My best friend and my guide
And whatever you may ask of me
At the dawn of each new day
I will gladly do my best to do
Knowing your not far away
And should my cross become to much
I know i can count on you
To give me strength where all strength has gone
To carry your will through
It's time i was asleep now Lord
But before to dreams i stray
I'd just like to thank you very much
For another Sober day..............keep winnin! mike one day at a time!

 

Thank you miss Roamy for sharing your poem. As I was reading it I got goose bumps on my arms because I could feel your struggle and your
determination to not give in to your dis-ease. Prayer and poetry are a
very powerful tool when it comes from your heart. Im so pleased that
your prayer was answered and your dis-ease gave way to the peace
that allowed you to a restful nights sleep. I turn to the lord often and
have come to the conclusion that the lord loves us all and just wants us to be happy one day at a time. How easy is that?

I was hoping that my poems would inspire people to respond back with things, thoughts, ideas and poems from their hearts. This is a safe place
to let down your guard and just say what is in your heart

mike bedell​

 

thanks mike. all your poems are very inspiring, an ya, i know that this a safe place. keep writing mike

 

THERE ARE THIHNGS THAT DO EXIST
BUT ARE ONLY WHAT THEY ARE
IN COMPARISON TO SOMETHIG ELSE.

what would DAY mean without NIGHT
what would LEFT mean without RIGHT?
what would HAPPY mean without SAD?
what would GOOD mean without BAD?
what would HOT mean without COLD?
what would NEW mean without OLD?
what would UP mean without DOWN?
what woulf FLAT mean without ROUND?
what would MANY mean without FEW?
what would I mean without YOU?

Thank you​

 

beautiful mike. welldone! hava a good an happy sober day :2thumbsup:

 

THE SPIRITUAL WARRIOR STANDING TALL AND ALONE,
IN HIS STRUGGLE FOR SELF AWARENESS
LIVING HIS LIFE UNATTACHED TO ITS OUTCOME
HE FINDS FREEDOM FROM LIFE"S UNFAIRNESS.

HE PONDERS NOT THE FUTURE
HE PONDERS NOT THE PAST
HE HILDS ONTO THE HERE AND NOW
TO MAKE EaCH MOMENT LAST.

HE'S NOT JUDGEMENTAL OF HIMSELF
AS TO WHETHER HE'S LOSING OR HE'S WINNING
BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT IN THE SPIRITUAL LIFE
WE ARE ALWAYS AT THE BEGINNING.

 

welldone! mike. keep warrioring on. you are not alone! :2thumbsup:

 

I HOPE NOBODY IS OFFENDED BY WHAT IM ABOUT TO POST BUT I WAS
COMPELLED TO WRITE THIS AFTER LISTENING TO A 2 HOUR BROADCAST
OF THE WEEKS NEWS REVIEW. KEEP IN MIND THAT I DONT HAVE TO BE
RIGHT BUT I DO HAVE A CONSTATUTIONAL RIGHT TO BE HEARD.

FUCK AFGANISTAN, IRAQ AND IRAN
FUCK THE U S OF A AND GUANTONAMO BAY
FUCK KOREA, CHINA AND JAPAN
FUCK OBOMA AND HIS MOMMA
FUCK THE POPE AND THE DALLI LAMA
FUCK WAR, FUCK GORE, FUCK THE STOCK MARKET FLOOR
FUCK SELL OUTS, BAIL OUTS, SHOUT OUTS,
FUCK COP OUTS AND DROP OUTS
FUCK POLITITIONS WHO LIE,
TERROREST WHO FLY
BUSTED MINISTERS WHO CRY.
FUCK TRAFFIC STOPS, CROOKED COPS,
BARLEY AND HOPS AND HOSPITAL MOPS.
FUCK VIAGRA, NIAGRA, HARION AND CRYSTAL METH
FUCK HEALTH CARE OPTIONS, OVERSEA ADOPTIONS
AND FUCK LIFE AFTER DEATH.
FUCK TRAFFIC COURTS, VANARIAL WORTS,
BERMUDA SHORTS, PROFESSIONAL SPORTS
FUCK BAKINI WAXES, INCOME TAXES,
OFFICE MAXES AND TELEPHONE FAXES.
FUCK UNION DUES, HAZERDUST WASTE CREWS
POLITICAL VIEWS AND FOR SURE C N N NEWS
FUCK THIEFES AND LIERS, JERRY MC GWIRES
FOREST FIRES AND RECAPPED TIRES.

having had that all said, let me empty my head
of all the bull shit news that i've read
and let there be not a doubt that all i care about
is that the ones that i love
are well fed and safe in their bed.
mike bedell​

 

we all get fuckit! all! days mike, but we still don't have to drink.it's sad that the world we live in has to legistlate constitutuitional rights in the first place. human ones should be a given!poetry is never offencive. its freedom of soul expression.we all have the right ta be right, as we all have the right ta be wrong and inbetween somewhere hope is a humans best friend. welldone mike. and congratdulations on a another sober day! :2thumbsup:

 

back at cha MISS ROAMY

 

mike bedell here I'm using my cell phone to post this bc my computer crashed:sunny:.as soon as i can get it up and running ill be posting more poems. its hard for me to post using my phone keyboard bc i gave fat fingers and poor eyesight. love and appreciation to all

 

GOD BLESS AMERICA​

GOD BLESS AMERICA FOR WHAT SHE USED TO BE
when she was young and her people sung
of her grace and liberty.
whats happened to her purple mountains
and her amber waves of grain???
shes changed so much as shes gotten older
perhaps shes gone insane'
running around the world, betting in her nose,
being made a fool of everywhere she goes.
buying promises with dollars,
lies with military aide,
being used and abused like a street corner whore
in every deal shes made.
I remember america when
God was at the wheel
and the coarse she bore
was American shore
instead of a third world country she wanted to steal.
she was respected for her faireness
and loved as the promised land
by any man who had a dream
and was ready to take a stand.
I remember when her people
would give their share, and more
and how the young men would Run to inlist
when there was talk of war.
now days its so different
like daytime differs night
and the young men are reluctant to go to war
BECAUSE THE ENEMYS PROBABLY RIGHT.​

yes, FEDs I said that and my name is
J.MICHAEL BEDELL​