Strong Man

When life’s pressure is squeezing me,

you can look in my eyes but not know.

When it comes to pain, my mouth is silent.
I’ll hide it with the last deadly blow.

Everything’s getting to me,
but I’d better not show it.
If I make it obvious,
then everyone will know it.

In my voice, you’ll never hear it,
Can you read what’s written between my lines.
When life is breaking me on the inside.

If I was honest, I don’t feel fine.

Everything’s getting to me,
but I’d better not show it.
If I make it obvious,
then everyone will know it.

Let me be honest, I don’t feel fine.

Feeling Anxiety.

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Nameless

The same ole’ road to work.
I drive by you every day
You’re sitting out there on the street,
You smile and you wave.

You’re a story without a name.

They call you homeless, and a drunk,

I still see a twinkle in your eye.

I know you’ve got a story to tell,
and I just wonder, “Why?”

You’re a story without a name.

The same ole’ road back home.
You’ve been sitting there all day.

You crack your big ole’ smile,

my friend, I smile back and wave.

You’re a story without a name.

Feeling Empathy.

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Heart Drums

I looked at you.

You looked at me (I think)

I’m walking over.
Heart at the brink.

Droll, Droll,
My heart tapping
like a drum-roll.

I stop and look around,
Mr. Cool.
Dressed to impress,

I’m not a fool.

Droll, Droll,
My heart tapping
like a drum-roll.

Do you, would you,
take a walk with me
down to the shop for a
cup of ice cream?

Droll, Droll,
My heart tapping
like a drum-roll.

I may be funny

but my heart is true.

Sometimes the nice guys
can win, too.

Droll, Droll,
My heart tapping
like a drum-roll.

Daily Prompt: Droll.

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Writers Curse

A soul that writes,
a gift and a curse.
Building so much inside,
holding on makes it worse.

Let it out.
Let it out.
We live on the inside,
but we gotta’ get it out.

A fire in your bones,
but it’s chained, locked in.
To hide it in your heart,
can torment like sin.

Let it out.
Let it out.
We live on the inside,
but we gotta’ get it out.

If you were made to write, don’t die keeping it in.

Feeling Inspired.

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Not Funny

You don’t think I’m funny today.
You don’t like when I joke that way.
Decided you needed a break,
Gonna’ clear your mind with a drive today.

Stop if you miss me,
honk if you don’t.

Guys aren’t always the smartest bunch.

Sometimes we don’t get the hunch.
Sorry that I made you cry.
Come back and I’ll buy you lunch.

Stop if you miss me,
honk if you don’t.

If I didn’t drive you crazy,
life would be so grey.
I give your life a lot of color

and you love me that way.

Stop if you miss me,
honk if you don’t.

I know that you miss me,
by how you kiss me when you’re home.

Feeling Funny.

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Images

On my game, I’m a warrior. My blog, a poet.
See me walking down the street, you wouldn’t know it.

In my world, a king.

In the real world, notta’ thing.

Well, that’s not true, I guess.

To some, I’m the best.
A king, or a poet, no.
But to some, a friend they’re happy to know.

Feeling Content.

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Being Blocked?

Update: I must confess part of the reason I feel I may be blocked:

I have TROLLED the daily-prompt in the past with my “One-Word Poetry Challenge,”

where I simply answered the prompt with the word they gave to use. Could this have caused them to block me? Would I do that post again if I had a chance (surprisingly, it was a relatively popular post).

My posts stopped showing up on the daily post prompt site. I even checked with WordPress and there is no error on my end. Is anyone else having that problem?

Daily Prompt: Blocked.

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