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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The Birth of Reason – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on September 4, 2009

The simpleness of insanity
is reflected in golden green
when tin’s polluted face beams
up at the passerby from the pond.

The deft hand of embarrassment
then claims his victim’s senses
as he (the victim) comprehends
the trash we fling at the gods.

Cere’s loving harvest gift
is brought up and pummeled
to make candy bars and rubble
sing the woes of unjust hogs.

The blight of man hovers o’er creation
like shades in the warmth of evening,
and creature stops great, starts believing
the crass counsel of foolish pawns.

Reason unreasonable, unreadable,
credulous, penniless, proken in pity,
becomes the forte of insecurity
while new algae covers the frogs.

Heavy with the fear of understanding
the victim turns his countenance
away from dark circumstance
to find a more apathetic god.

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Words – A Poem By Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on August 14, 2009

Hasty words, pasty words
Sounding on my head.
Sprung about
By hateful elves
To disquiet the thoughts of men.

Soft words, kind words
Bouncing on my ears.
Wrung out forcefully
Thru training
Of long and tearful years.

Other words, smother words
Neither here nor there.
Filling up vacant days
Like vacuums
Piling polluted airs.

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The Ballad of Johnny Trimbold – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on August 12, 2009

Little Jonny Trimbold tumbled
Across the cold and brittle mould.
His steps were lowered and faltered
Before the master’s heavy halter.

Arise oh Johnny arise
Came another’s cries
Though deaf on Johnny’s ears.

Up now stumbled Johhny Trimbold
Driven on by lashes and thorns
Heedless then of the growing scorn
Growing within his head anon.

Press on oh Johnny press on
Came the voice of calm
But fell deaf on Johnny’s ears.

Johnny Trimbold still pulled the weight
Though aged and hard his akward gait
Pulled him across the silent mould,
And sighed for weary in the cold.

Come stay oh Johnny, come stay
Whispered the voice again
But deaf on Johnny’s ears.

At last brought down from toil and strife
No longer was cut by lash or knife
Johnny set down his deep despair
Each guilty brick to time and air.

To rest, dear Johnny, to rest
A call so soft and breathless
Tho deaf, now Johnny could hear.

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Whip Stickitt – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on July 17, 2009

Whip Stickitt
Get a ticket
Then go lick it.

About a toffit
To Ms. Moffit
On a loftit.

Ham scramble
In a bramble
I can ramble.

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Chewing Gum – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on July 10, 2009

Icky, sticky, chewy.
Chomp, Squish, Ooze.
Day and Night she chews.

Doesn’t spit.
Doesn’t swallow.
All the taste is gone.

Behind her ear.
In her hair.
Sticky everywhere.

Around her toes.
On her nose.

Sticky fingers
Sticky thumbs
Sticky elbows
Sticky gum.

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Ten Years

Posted by admin on July 8, 2009

A decade.
High School twice over.
All that time and nobody but you.

A thrill.
More than just fun.
Everyday and nobody but you.

A picture,
Books of photos,
Filled with kids and memories with you.

A dream,
Waking too soon,
Only one lifetime to share with you.

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Walking on Eggshells

Posted by admin on July 3, 2009

Tiptoes,
Sliptoes,
Don’t step on my toes.

No heels,
Slow heels,
Careful with the pills.

Quiet,
Silent,
Screeming to hide it.

Lash out,
Crash out,
Watching you check out.

You try,
We cry,
They hear all your lies.

I slip,
I trip,
You lose your last grip.

Your words,
Your curse,
Hands, anger over burst.

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Fruitful Reading – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on June 26, 2009

The end has a twist, like lemon.
The middle is voluptuous,
however you spell it.  Tastes
like grapes, the purple kind.
The beginning is quaint like
little log cabins, but stronger
and more entertaining.  needs
spice, ginger, it smells the
best.  But not too much, after
all this is light reading and sweets
will spoil your diet.

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Shadow – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on June 24, 2009

Today, like always, shadow.
Yesterday shadow was light until at
Night when shadow was dark but for a
Moment when shadow was gone.  Almost
One minute was bright.  But
Ever unsure shadow returns.

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The Fight I Like – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on June 19, 2009

Like drums that come and beat and stop
Round and dizzy you reach the top.
Sweat and blood smear your harmless face.
To stand and fight is no disgrace.
Flame and strength will never be gone
Till honor and glory be done.

Then take the fire and fight again.
The brand is hot, the foe remains.
No victor wins.  There is no death.
No fallen foe takes his last breath.
Come now you fool to live this life.
No heroes here just daily strife.

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