Me: things I like and don’t

I hate my pride,
And the way I’m never satisfied.
I love my drive to work and make,
Even if it’s just for motion’s sake.
I hate my reluctance to make a stand,
Even when the embers of my anger are fanned.
I respect my lack of complaints,
Though it doesn’t put me with the saints.
There are many sides to me,
Some I love, others a don’t want to see.
I have good traits and bad,
Some are happy, some are sad.
I try to maintain self respect,
Though I know I’ll never be perfect.



I see lots of things

I see things.

I’ve seen children of means doing demeaning things.
And sons of poverty who spread their wings.

I’ve seen grown men beg for life,
And children throw it away to avoid a little strife.

I’ve seen grandiose homes with filth and grime,
And homeless camps that pristinely shine.

I have seen some men tell the truth.
I’ve seen more lie despite the proof.

I’ve seen sorrow and courage,
Calm and rage.

I’ve seen precious little contentment and plenty of resentment.

I’ve heard women scream as I stand at their door,
Because I’ve come to tell them they aren’t mothers anymore.

I’ve seen bad men get their due,
And self righteous ones who have no clue.

I’ve seen lots of things as a police man.
Some things others never can.

Hollywood Stars

I think the acting greats,
Are so because they couldn’t bare the weights,
That reality placed on their shoulders.
Though we view them as the molders,

Of our society,
Most could not face life with sobriety.
We see them as they wished to be,
Happy and living comfortably,

Living every moment to its fullest.
But it’s wise to take a closer look lest,
We not see that Grant, Monroe, Dean and Hepburn,
All lived lives full of misery made easy to discern,

By the constant intrigue and affairs,
That plagued their lives, so we should beware,
Not to covet their lives as they are people too,
And often they were worse off than me and you.


Fake World

All around me I see glitter,
And people who smile and titter.
But I’m not sure what to make,
Of these people so blatantly fake.

I’m sick of this facade.
It’s nothing more than a charade.
I see the sweet life on Instagram,
And know its nothing but a sham.

All I can think when I look at Pinterest,
Is of lonely people trying to gain the interest,
Of others and thus their approval.
They some how think this will result in the removal,

Of the loneliness they feel.
On this same subject I have to ask what is the deal,
Regarding the value they put in a Facebook friend,
Of which they have thousands who are like chaff before the wind?

Not one of these ‘friends’ is really known,
And these people are still alone.
It is merely an illusion,
They create to hide the seclusion,

Which they retreat further into everyday.
This can be seen by the way,
They are too lazy to stand face to face,
With people and have the normal interactions that are the base,

Of genuine friendship and of being sincere.
Instead they let simple fear,
That they will have to face communal rejection,
Poison the way they see their own reflection.

~ IV


There will be a new poem every week for the foreseeable future. Check back on Wednesdays if you are interested in reading more.

~ IV