Category Archives: conflict

Bet you can’t eat just one

Bet you Can’t East just one

Inspired by  Potato Chip Commercial

By David Smith May 13, 2017

 

Bet you can’t eat just one?

They become addictive, like kisses in the hot sun

That salty taste, the crunch between the teeth;

Like saliva and spit, and desire that is so sweet;

 

Bet you can’t eat one, as lust starts to rise

That focus on chips, where fine taste magnifies

That hunger to embrace, flesh against flesh

Just the anticipation and imagination at its best

 

The crispness of one potato chip;

The freshness of a kiss,

The powerful heat of passion,

A world of turmoil and bliss;

A bag of chips and, un-fulfillment of one

As one lonely kiss, where adultery is spun

A Black Leather Bag

A Well Worn Black Leather Bag

By David Smith May 11, 2017

 

 

A black leather bag worn with age;

Think of the files, when it is engaged;

The court doors swing open,

Where hearings are met;

That Black Leather Bag,

Where emotions are kept.

 

 

The files say it all, as they slide in and out;

The well worn zippers,

As compartments squeak and shout,

Think of the clients, all through the years;

Facing the judge with arguments and fears;

 

 

The container of facts,

As scenarios start to spin;

All from the bag,

As truth written within;

The judge sees the bag,

And what it contains;

Duty Council steps forward,

And echoes the refrain.

Why I Hated School

Why I hated School

By David Smith May 10, 2017

 

Why I hated school and that unbearable pain

To go there every day and face abrasiveness again

Why so much anxiety, and why I hate it so

Feeling so intimated in a classroom row

 

Afraid to even speak, confirmed how stupid that I am

Yet smart enough to realize eventually, I can

Putting things in order and phonics was a chore

Being so discouraged and stare upon the floor

Reading not a pleasure, and printing cramped my style

Making tiny circles, writing became worthwhile

 

Teachers had to teach and I had to learn

Just like Push and Pull, conflict my concern

Afraid of teachers from the start,

And nightmares that I had

Piercing voices that went through me

The emotion made me mad

 

Having a short attention span

and  fidgety in class

A very short-term memory

Frustration would always last

And simple things in order,

In left field I would find

Connections unrelated, as I pass the time

 

Learning was a chore,

Now a challenge, I see

Facing trials and difficulties

Makes a healthier me

To step out of my comfort zone

And have that added stress

To develop, and grow for complete happiness

 

No need to be beaten up

With failures and disappointments too

Developing coping skills,

Trials that I worked through

Why I hated school, hits the nail on the head

To use that burning passion, so others can be led

Boredom is an asset

Boredom is an asset

By David Smith December 1, 2016

 

If kids can only realize being bored is part of life

To sit back and breathe the air with splendour and with might

Enjoy the boredom.  The flowing of thoughts

In digesting life, what our experiences, have brought

 

Being bored is the best way to be.

To search within for fulfillment, an eye opener to see

That is the joy, to be bored, and entertained

Tap within, a resource, on how we gained

 

What makes my personality tick? My accomplishments and fears

And being bored, that pause, can have fulfilment to my years

Take the time to study deep,

Our complex nature, for our desires, so sweet

 

Being bored is wonderful, to smell the coffee, no doubt

Studying internal thoughts, where desires come about.

Continually being active, no time to digest

To appreciate life, for complete happiness

If kids can only realize being bored, is a pause

To be comfortable in their skin is reason for applause

 

Rain Falls like Giant Tears

Rain Falls Like Giant Tears

By David Smith July 25, 2016

 

The rain falls like giant tears

Splash on the concrete like no rain in years

The grass is yellow, sky lights up

A giant cry to fill the cup

 

Embrace the depression, the clouds are full

The dark sky, where emotions pull

Appreciate the mood, from day to day

Variety of emotion, what feelings have to say

 

Ride the rollercoaster, to laugh and cry

Run with the feeling, to live and die

That’s what I see on a rainy day

Time to reflect, change direction, by the way

The rain falls like giant tears

Control emotion, to face the fears

 

The rain bounces off the sidewalk in a thematic tune

Like a steady typing beat, where words start to fume

O it gets annoying, where drips pour away

The thematic beat, has something good to say

 

Playing in the rain at recess we would go

Wear our coats and boots, where enthusiasm is a glow

Childhood memories of the rain, as pounding soaks the eyes

Memories of childhood, O how time does fly

Out of Prison after 44 years

The Forty-four Year Gap of Life: What a shock

By David Smith June 1, 2016

Inspired by Otis Johnson

Shut your eyes, take a walk, look around, and see how far we’ve come

How things look different from the few steps we’ve done

Now, think of prison and being behind bars

For forty-four years, then, look up at the stars

 

Things are different, from the late 60’s, it was

Now, Neon lights and cell phones and how cities buzz

A joyous, sadness, to be out with all the time past

No family, no parents, only loneliness, to last

 

Evident in the grocery store with new products on display

And out from behind bars, our freedom in disarray

Being a kid, to visualize movement, was new

Shut eyes, then open, how the present, becomes true

 

And being out of prison, a gap for forty-four years

And to have our freedom, how it comes with many fears

Now think of human beings locked away in time

O the value of freedom, now well past their prime

 

Now shut your eyes, look around, and see how far we’ve come

How things look different from when we were young

Landlords and Tenants

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Landlords and Tenants

By David Smith April 17, 2016

 

Landlords and Tenants as they air it out

It comes with emotion and outbursts that shout

The missing of payments and out of a job

The necessities of life, they feel that they rob

 

It’s sad to listen too, as circumstances state

Yet there’s no empathy on the outcome or fate

Each case is different with its twists and its turns

Mediation of value as some parties learn’

 

Either side of the fence that within we can see

It’s friction and resentment and what’s in it for me

As a fly on the wall, to listen close

People are hurting, there is nothing to boast

 

Nerves are on edge as a razor will cut

Hope is so shallow, and esteem in a rut

Landlords and tenants as they air it out

It’s people that care as they’re tossed about

 

And every week the stories to hear

People are hurting in their world of fear

Through the dark tunnel humility we learn

Circumstances are temporal, success the concern.