A Collection

of Poetry

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“If I am not the man I used to be, then who am I?”

Gratitude…

During tough times, your friends are few. When you rejoice, everyone wants to be

around you. I pick my friends wisely,

but I cannot take credit for you. You were placed in my life, to assist with

making my dreams come true… Your reward, will have to come from a higher

being- because I cannot give you the world.

That is…What you deserve.

An Inside Day

Today, I didn’t go outside.

I saw the sun shining through my window.

After the sunset, I lit my candle.

It not only, shined in my room…

But also, let off a wonderful smell!

And I wonder, can the sun compete?

Then, I pondered on the different fragrances of flowers…

And thought…the sun has my candle beat.

Gravity

The sea is blue…An endless vision of waves.

Clouds form hiding clear skies;No evil and/or ugliness-

Could keep me from this time. With the suns erection,Starts a brand new day-

As well as moment in time.The wind blows strong;

The waves react.The tall trees stand,

As gravity, pushes back.

Within My Sight

I see a mushroom shaped building…

With lights all around-To the left, I see a

bridge,With flashing lights.

I see clouds in the red sky…

Because the sun has just set-

The moon is out now, It’s kind of shy today-

It’s only showing a third of itself…

As I close my eyes-What does this scene

reveal?Is it meaningless, I took the time… To glance out my

windowsill.John McCusker, Times-Picayune archive

Search for the Familiar

 I am stranded on the island of love.

Prisoner to its beliefs.The only wrath I have is of anger,

Confusion and disbelief…Sometimes I let the waves-

Run across my bare feet.Hoping for a connection; Between me and the sea.

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Tears? I’m a man!

I ain’t supposed to cry. At least that’s what I believe-

My name means mighty warrior, And Silent Thunder is what I’ve been called.

I’ve been on a forty day fast not once, but twice, The mention of my name puts fear in men’s hearts.

I lost my mind and gained it back, In the eyes of a few I am a giant- But all I see is a man who cries.

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