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Clasp the wheel your hands do nothing and you can't feel as you lose control. Black on black the screeches sound and you've lost track of time. It's like slow motion is taking over there's no emotion as steel hits steel. The only sound is sirens calling but you are drowned in silence.

Sometimes

Essentially... a poetic rant. From my other account, here ya go...

"Speak your mind. Like I care. I can see your lips moving, I've just learned not to hear..."Go ontell mewhat'swrong with itwrong with feelingor acting this waywrong with having a wallwrong with me.Here's a clue:I already know!You thinkI actually go through life...without a carehow I act,how I am,who I am?I knowsometimesmy poems aren't amazingsometimesthey're just wordssometimesthey're my pent upangerfrustrationpainlovehur...

My First Time

A poem about my first time.

I was nervous, As you might expect. When he reached for me I was shaking. I wanted to back out, But he wouldn't let me. He, being a man, Wanted me to do it. Needed me to do it. Deep down, where my passion Lies, I wanted it too. All he had to do was Gently nudge me along. I confessed to him, "I've never done this before". And it showed, it showed All over my body. He told me I would Like it as we settled Tightly into our p...

Where has all the magic gone? Hearts that shatter and fall. When the future disappears in a shroud of smoke Lost to eyes that once saw it so clearly. Where has all the wonder gone? Souls that fade away. Life that meanders and laughs At the sad little twist it has. I sat upon the mountain, Breathless from the climb And laughed at the wonder of the world Now I sit amongst the many masses Breathless from the tears As I lamen...

The Day Our Innocence Died

The pop song American Pie reconfigured to fit 9/11 memories.

The Day Our Innocence Died By midnightraider61 Based on the song “American Pie” by Don McLean “The Day the Music Died” was February 3, 1959, the day Buddy Holly’s plane went down in a corn field. Don McLean wrote and recorded this song in 1973; at the time it was the longest single in popular-music history because it had so much to tell. For all the people who lived through September 11, 2001 and can remember that day. Th...

My Companion Angel

To Sharifah Aishah Syed Mohammed, Happy Birthday!

Loneliness crept in and poisoned my soul,it burned with a flame of amber and gold,which made my heart turn black and cold.Where feelings and emotions were empty,and the days went by in a standstill.It came without a warning, out of nowhere, you threw me a lifeline.I grabbed and took hold of it,not knowing where it took me or where I am going.Before the drowning waters could surround me,I was hauled off onto the boat of fr...

Haiku

This is my attempt at a Haiku Poem

Pretty sun kissed skinCoastline traveling seekerSandy covered toesRampant salty wavesCarbonated ocean tideReminiscent thoughtsIncoming vast moonSky-lit passionate firefliesHidden smiles growRoaming ever morePersonality awokeGlistening ogleAttention capturedInfluential grasping movesMagnificent youAttracting ones eyesInspiring countless feelingsPerfectly brazen

Angry Birds: Poem Edition

An epic but humourous poem about the famous iPhone and Android game Angry Birds

They have stolen from us one last time.Tonight is the night we attack and flyAnd they shall pay for this grievous crimeNow is the moment those green bastards die. We hear the mighty sprang as we soarHitting them in clusters and hitting them hardThe loud squeal bellows as they are no moreWith every brick crushing them and every shard. Destroying the thieving green pigs and their very livesWe cannot express our happiness in...

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Thanks

Poem to give thanks to the Lord

For sunny days and those so bleakFor winter cold and summer heatFor family and the friends I loveI give my Thanks to God above.For people that I still don't knowFor places that I've yet to goFor cats and dogs and mourning doveI give my Thanks to God above.For miracles past and yet to comeFor food and drink, moves smart and dumbFor both lasting kind and puppy loveI give my Thanks to God above.For when I'm happy and when I'...

Into the sunset

The cowboy's last ride

Into the sunset As the scarlet sun sets in the west a cowboy takes his last ride. As he travels off into that sunset and fades into the horizon as just a memory. You awake to the rising golden sun to the east. You see that a new day has begun. The campfire is cold and the cowboy’s coffee still sitting there. You know that he has been here.You know that he was watching over you. To the cowboy ghost and his trusty steed, sl...

His Lily

His Lily: A poem with an underlying meaning.

White,Full of life on a dewy morningThe blossom heavy with the droplets of crisp air.Peaceful,The velvety petal glistens gracefullyIn the slow cool of the sunrise.Swaying,The slender stem moves gentlyAs the breeze blows quietly around it.Alone,Surrounded by the sounds of natureIts leaves spread to take in the moment.Beauty,In all its glory he watches carefullyEvery day that it opens and blooms.Dusk,Settles quietly closing...

Fly Free

Love is like a beautiful butterfly, let it fly free. If it's yours it'll come back to you.

Fly Free Copyright Don Abdul ©2011 ~o~ Eyes cast on the distant horizon Watching the setting of the sun Bottle of vintage left uncorked Two glasses left unfilled I savor the beauty of the day at an end With a sour taste in the mouth of my mind I grieve not, the passing of a loved one Neither do I regret the loss of time wasted I would rather you know my intent though I seek not to cage your beautiful mind No, captivity is...

Live

We worry too damn much. We have just one life to live, let your hair down and live it.

Live  Don Abdul ©2005 ~~x~~ Life may be unfair Harsher in its judgement every passing year Loss of youth a great concern To those who hoarded that priceless gem Regret is for them You live but once So enjoy life, have fun by the tonnes For when the night comes Then aunts, uncles, dads and moms Shall wear their smiles, and their joy At memories of life’s little treasures, and lots to enjoy So you’re 55, Get off your fat bu...

The View

A poem based on a short story with a twisted ending.

The View By Tony Radford An institute was built to suite some folks that most don’t know,a place to send our wounded men with no place else to go. In a room of white, all day and night two injured souls would layand never tread, confined to bed, forever both would stay. A window there the two would share, but only one could seepast walls of white, their captive plight, how life out there would be. One man lay too far away...

Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Something's been drinking my absinthe

The ice is drinking my AbsintheEthereal worms dance in my glassI have to improvise while wearing spatsMy TV is wearing a Hawaiian shirt (it's red if you are into details)and speaks to me only in ItalianI'm tempted to tell it that Absinthe is Frenchbut I'd feel silly talking to a box with electrodes - Do those even exist in the 21st century?The ice is drinking my AbsintheIt has consumed three drinks alreadyThere was one be...