(8/17/2014 7:53:00 AM)
To me, writing in free form removes the limitation that rhymes places on the poet use of words. It allows the poet to freely employ
words that will suit the message.
(7/15/2014 3:55:00 PM)
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Cry Within The Soul
alone to stand
on the silent street.
people talk aloud
for a lonely day to die.
Come another wasteful year,
see another falling tear,
seldom are we joined as one,
people hard and cold,
shun man and child alike,
dead to all,
remember that once
you had the chance to love,
to talk, to laugh,
a friendship lost
in a moment of silence,
in heated rage,
so life is hard
what of personal folly,
forgive those who hurt you,
go into the street,
stand and stare at buildings
to the sky,
roam away from city sights,
find the country lane,
on gentle hills
to ponder life's treasures
the fruitful land,
lea or meadow,
mountain or dale,
call it what you will,
the home for animals grazing.
A land to enjoy,
the freedom of walking,
you are part of it,
it needs your love,
do not neglect your heart
in summers harvest,
to reap joy
just by loving earth
in happiness found,
a part of the whole
a part of nature.
(7/13/2014 4:19:00 AM)
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Cacaphony between the inside and outside
Mad hurricane, dizzying tornado
Comparing, contrasting, is this normal?
My audience is the mirror to this statement.
Too late?up to date.
Show and tell
every sight taste smell
I walk with my head low
they won't know
about how fucked up I feel
all the time
Take a bow,
i'm doiing this for the free gift card
I am not a poet,
nor a prose writer
I am a snippet stomper
I made quips so sharp
theyll whip ur shit.
Cut me slack, it's 4 AM
This confetti of thought, exploded on you.
take it home with you.
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(7/4/2014 8:22:00 AM)
Terrance Tracy (7/4/2014 2: 43: 00 AM) Post reply | Delete this message
O the anguish that hurts the soul are words spoken when one’s emotions are high, vicious accusations relentlessly expressed gave birth to a foolish journey to find some rest.
The seasonal high humidity and heat accompany the disabled voyager on a foolish journey to what end he did not know nor care.
With each step pain is felt in his temporal body and eternal soul, health or peril he did not care on this foolish journey to nowhere.
One more step and then another, one more step and then another the voyager rehearsed in his mind giving no thought as to what he left behind.
Traveling on a busy highway struggling with each step the voyager stumbled by a familiar church perhaps he should stop here, but his soul was wounded and he would not abide in there.
One quarter of a mile up the highway he spied a bridge with grave needs for a voyager to rest, there he will sit and pray to his God to ask for forgiveness for undertaking such a foolish journey.
Reaching the bridge he accepts the invitation of the rail and begins to contemplate the fruition of his fate, dear Lord what have I done I left behind the love of my life in this test of strife.
The traffic was heavy and so was his soul, as the voyager sat on the bridge rail several cars stopped and offered help but all the voyager could muster was to say that he was homeless and nowhere to go; for he wanted to be alone with his Lord and ask for his sins to be atoned; he just wanted people to leave him alone.
Hampered with physical limitations he could not take a step forward or back so he just sat there and began praying and hearing his Lord speaking to his heart that which you have done was not very smart.
I do not condemn you so look for no stones for your sins have been atoned return to your love, the wife of your youth, for I will give you strength to endure the hardships and defeat the roaring lion that roars your ears and has caused you to be covered in tears.
(7/1/2014 8:49:00 PM)
freeform?you asked for it...
-get me started on a pastel purple butterfly-
to ear plugs i say, " well done, good and faithful servant"
the birds have been faced today.
if we knew exactly what they spoke of, we might listen.
if they knew how much we loved sleep,
they might zip their wee beaks and learn to sign.
^ that means what is coming up next has nothing to do with birds,
but we can still sleep walk in the middle of the day
sneaking into areas of other peoples lives and
either 'oh' or 'meh'
or 'you look healthy,
just kidding, get me a diet coke?'
metabolism slows down after age 36. it's a factoid.
whatever that means- i like it.
i don't like the first part though.
the killers are killing me- the music they knead into my brain.
it's like i'm on my roller blades again, crashing into poles
because i'm worried someone is reading my diary at home.
shades of purple impress me, but not pastel.
pastel is like tupperware
and those parties should never be thrown or attended.
helicopters are like giant butterflies without feelings.
do butterflies have feelings?
i bet they feel like messing stuff up, due to the cocoon phase.
we shouldn't allow them to land on our shoulders
without being jarred and questioned.
i've never trusted a butterfly out of nowhere.
this poem went off its meds.
my dialect has diabetes.
this biz needs a nap.
(5/14/2014 12:41:00 PM)
If any PHer is interested in hearing me read a few poems and chatting about poetry, there's a video of an interview with me on youtube.
Google youtube, then search Jefferson Carter poet. I look a little nuts and a lot older than I feel, but the conversation is pretty cool. Let me know what you think
Unknown But Will Be
(5/12/2014 3:06:00 PM)
Once in while
we all fear to smile
just put all the emotions in a file
but it is contained
hidden from shame
it all is just what we make of the game
its short but not bad??
(4/26/2014 4:11:00 PM)
The Warriors Prayer (We heart of a hero)
Give me a goal just barely in sight.
Something to strive for with all of my might.
Give me a hero to teach me what's right.
Someone to light my way in the night.
Give me a rifle
Give me a fight.
A trifle of Evil to rightfully smite.
A life full of people, for whom I can fight.
A wife who is faithful, to whom I can write.
And when I come home
From off that swift flight.
I won't be alone.
She'll Smile so bright.
I am carried by brothers, to my left and my right.
Who unite with their mothers, and calm their deep fright.
And in that sweet hour, filled with such power.
I hope she won't cry,
but try to delight
that I'd die in the fight
that the dangers of the world, might be saved from great height.
(4/26/2014 4:05:00 PM)
By the river I sit
alone, caught in my thought.
an emotional fit.
My heart is the pit,
so here I will sit.
and twords the water I tip
from reality I slowly slip
and begin to loose my grip,
My mind now absent
on a trip.
away from the pain,
and endless shame from which I hang.
for the cost of what I've lost I am to blame.
And though I fought it was in vain,
The love I sought was that of Naught
So now in pain I wait in thought
for something swift to end my fate.
I shift. On her I contemplate.
A heavy hate I cannot lift.
My heart was her gift, and here I wait..
but it's to late, I've lost my mate.
around my heart a prison gate.
So now I think what we could be
but now I see
I was not me but she, that wanted to be free.
with easy glee she abandoned me.
with one decree my heart left empty
now here I plee in agony
falls to the ground a burning tear
always urning your voice to hear
turning to you my dear
to calm my fear
but your not here.
worth all the emptiness and strife
The most important person in my life
who's name I've put in my skin with a kitchen knife
the one I longed to call my wife.
While now in agony I quiver
and hopelessness I shiver
I see my body, drowned in the river
Though quite ubserd a sudden urge my body to submerge
Now quite inviting the stream does seem
so why try fighting, into the stream my face I lean
My body glide my sole now fly
no more to hide now when I cry
but in the tide now I must die
because i've lied, and why now try
the one true love that I Have found
to her my heart is bound and
for her will pound,
until I end the sound
while slowly, now I drown
(4/26/2014 4:40:00 AM)
Just A Friend
Someone you can talk to
A person you can share with
The one who can care with you
Somebody who will be concern with you
Someone who can understand you
A person that gives you attention
The one who can share your affection
Somebody who can accompany you
in the storm and in the heaven of your life
Someone who can make a distance and give you space
A person with no creepiness and cleverness
The one with no strings of attachment
Somebody who is not special, but a simple
and ordinary “angel” of your life
Not a best friend
Not a girlfriend
Not a boyfriend
Not a mutual friend
Only Just a Friend