By Chris Commodore © 2024
Oh, wasted time on juice inebriating;
Draining health and vital organs smashing,
Erasing moments soon to dry the sunshine,
Thus, dashing precious hours down the line.
Vain enjoyment down life’s littered lane,
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By Chris Commodore © 2024
What will life be remembered for?
Perhaps humdrum and chit-chat,
I doubt anything more.
On Sundays I get up and go to church,
And sit and doze upon the lurch.
On Monday, I must go to work.
On Tuesday, I must go... – by Chris Commodore | 4 Views added 3 months ago
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By Chris Commodore © 2024
Meek soul I am.
I’ll wait for you;
No, wait on you.
Always, I’ll serve.
When your spirit fades,
I’ll be here forever.
Wherever transplanted;
Yes here, there, everywhere,
Where you’ve killed off your brother,
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By Chris Commodore©2024
Put all the bombs in one big vat,
And let that spell the end of that.
To fill the opportunist’s scoop,
Let’s melt all guns and make a soup.
Make ammunition tasty bread,
The scattered shells to tasty cakes;
Fried... – by Chris Commodore | 5 Views added 3 months ago
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By Chris Commodore©2023
Inside and outside,
Downside and up;
Glide like a landslide,
Slow down, don’t stop.
Right turn not left turn;
Forward not back.
Fly like the black turn,
Leading the pack.
Whirring and spinning,
Frugal with... – by Chris Commodore | 5 Views added 3 months ago
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By Chris Commodore©2020
Watch me as I so calmly kneel and pray,
Hoping some Trusting Willy comes my way,
My bread by wind or rain so comely all or some,
Most trustingly on buzzing wings will come.
They’ll think to... – by Chris Commodore | 56 Views added 4 months ago
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Faith at Daybreak
By Chris Commodore©2021
First moaning of the graceful mourning dove,
Wakes me to praise my Supreme King above.
To reverence Him above all earthly bliss,
And save my soul from Hell’s eternal kiss.
To thank Him for this... – by Chris Commodore | 17 Views added 4 months ago
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Creating Poems
By Christopher Commodore©2001
One good way to construct a poem,
Is to think up ideas and then note them.
Could be tree parts like xylem and phloem,
Or the dents de lions while you mow them.
Put your words into rhythm and... – by Creating poems | 9 Views added 5 months ago
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By Chris Commodore©2023
There was a lass who chose me for a pet.
My space safeguarded with a wire net.
Each day, she’d free a luckless sorry mouse,
Then bid me stalk the beast about the house.
One morning I was out on such a hunt,
That... – by Chris Commodore | 17 Views added 5 months ago
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By Chris Commodore© August, 2021
Those charming, glittering, guiding lures perhaps
Are dupes to taint your merry life, O craps!
For just a little while, no rush just wait
But just for now, avoid all wily bait
That dangle everywhere in every... – by Chris Commodore | 16 Views added 5 months ago
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Touch the Sky
By Chris Commodore ©2007
reaching to touch the sky,
you think the sky is right there;
but when you get right there,
the sky is out much farther.
way out there,
another heaven, more sky
with blue and white clouds.
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What In A Name?
by Chris Commodore © 2007
Nomenclature
for the future
Forever
to it, slave
moreover
All the same.
What’s in a name?
What’s with the ah,
Leah,
Tia
Quanisha
Kiaiah
Cwia
Calisha
Eiaisha
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By Chris Commodore © 2007
A pen I am, and you, a gun;
Let’s do this debate just for fun.
Let’s see which one’s maneuver,
Will force mankind to quiver.
Go first gun, take your best shot;
I’ll wager you my ink pot.
Then while the people... – by Chis Commodore | 12 Views added 6 months ago
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The Nose
By Chris Commodore © 2008
A quarter mile on Conley Road,
I thought I saw a great big toad.
I checked again and saw a hose,
Hitched to a formidable nose.
There was no head, no eyes, no face;
I darted to a neutral place,
Just... – by Chris Commodore | 12 Views added 6 months ago
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Poems
By Chris Commodore © 2008
Nature’s history they rehearse,
In meter feet and rhyme;
The timeline of the universe,
In bouncy metric time.
Divulging doubts and regrets,
The tricks and treats of time;
Unearthing hidden secrets,
The... – by Christopher Commodore | 7 Views added 6 months ago
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Hair
By Christopher Commodore©2011
Odd hair adorned with psychedelic stones,
White plastic beads and brownish human bones;
Old-fashioned braids straight out of Africa,
Adorning heads in North America.
Here, there, and sometimes everywhere,... – by Christopher Commodore | 6 Views added 6 months ago
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Universal Survival
By Christopher Commodore©2023
I tread alone this lush and wondrous world,
To drink the heat and eat the chilling cold?
Behold the wild, yet captivating trees;
Alive with nature’s happy humming bees.
Wild oceans howl, and... – by Christopher Commodore | 7 Views added 6 months ago
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By Chris Commodore©2009
Soon, we hope, quite soon
To wander past the moon;
We'll turn and look beyond.
And for that dizzying second,
We'll feel our thumping heart,
All hot and torn apart;
And in the beaconing distance,
Like a shining holy... – by Christopher Commodore | 9 Views added 6 months ago
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By Chris Commodore©2021
Wheel me out from this cold darkened room,
For one last whiff of glorious sunshine’s glow.
A final spell to shed the grip of doom,
Before I join that somber realm below.
And when I’m gone, boast not; you have not... – by Christopher Commodore | 7 Views added 6 months ago
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By Chris Commodore©2020
Watch me as I so calmly kneel and pray,
Hoping some Trusting Willy comes my way,
My bread by wind or rain so comely all or some,
Most trustingly on buzzing wings will come.
They’ll think to choose a flower fair and... – by Christopher Commodore | 138 Views added 6 months ago
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By Christopher Commodore©2007
We will be food for you, O tree,
The moment that we cease to be;
Once ordered home by Nature’s fated call,
We’ll see no more your lovely show in fall.
A welcome chance to gain eternal peace,
My soul leaps up... – by Christopher Commodore | 5 Views added 6 months ago
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By Chris Commodore©2004
I walked in as the wind in haste,
Dragged along the firmament;
Like fishermen reining in empty tired nets,
She stops not to talk with me.
Interested only in her conversation with those
Like her, who’s older that the... – by Christopher Commodore | 8 Views added 6 months ago
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By: Chris Commodore, © 2006
Be sure to embrace reading,
For it opens up the mind;
To the world of hidden meaning,
And the yarns of human kind.
The secrets of society,
The mysteries of the skies;
A healing for anxiety,
Exposing social... – by Christopher Commodore | 10 Views added 6 months ago
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By Chris Commodore © 2004
When I was young and he was man,
We relished company and joy.
No pleasure ever greater than,
Now I am man and he is boy.
The pastimes of the average lad,
Like playing ball and catching fish,
The childhood things... – by The Circle | 17 Views added 6 months ago
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Nothing is New
By Christoper Commodore©2003
What innate thoughts to this day still remain?
Perhaps some crass opinions, nothing more.
What passion for this phase still left to entertain;
What mysteries still await for to explore?
What... – by Christopher Commodore | 8 Views added 6 months ago
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The Kisser
By Christopher Commodore©2023
Who was the wily kisser,
Who fingered out his boss,
After eating from his platter,
Then betrayed him to a cross.
Who told wild wanton soldiers,
Of his preferred quiet place.
And focused other... – by Christopher Commodore | 10 Views added 6 months ago
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Snowflakes Come
By Chris Commodore © June, 2006
Ever so gently they float to the ground;
Together they set up impregnable banks.
In so many millions, yet never a sound;
No fuss about power or status or ranks.
Every winter they show up with... – by Christopher Commodore | 8 Views added 6 months ago
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Crawley
By Chris Commodore © 2006
She’s white; she’s bushy, cute and black.
Way past the late, warm summer rains;
More subtle trademarks on her back,
She crawls out of the village drains.
.
There late at night way down in fall,
She sneaks... – by Christopher Commodore | 7 Views added 6 months ago
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Panacea
by Chris Commodore©2010
If you cannot pay the bill,
Out of control, lost your zeal,
Too much fat in every meal;
Take a pill.
Trouble napping day or night,
Problems driving dark or light,
Slow or silly, have some blight;
Take a... – by Christopher Commodore | 19 Views added 6 months ago
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Barn Yard Dance©2003
Everyone who still has breath
Young in spirit poor in health
Member of the human race
You’re invited take your place
Through the hoop jump and prance
Never ever stop your dance
Shake the planet rock your head
Stop... – by Christopher Commodore | 4 Views added 6 months ago
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Mad Mallard Duck
©2007
You have to be out of your mind, duck,
To be swimming around in this cold muck
Or, just foolishly bold
To be out in this cold.
What’s the matter with you, Mallard duck?
I don’t fancy your dipping as funny.
Unlike... – by Christopher Commodore | 23 Views added 6 months ago
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I Heard a Voice
By Chris Commodore © 2004
High in the sky, this twinkling silvery star,
Beacons me come to Nature’s hideaway.
What wretched fate compels you stay so far?
Man stop your games and come up here to stay.
Where nights are days... – by Christopher Commodore | 8 Views added 7 months ago
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For America I Cry
By Chris Commodore © 2000
When glory seekers, wimps, and deceivers,
Can take center stage over saints and believers.
And their rantings and ravings they daily increase,
To promote their agenda for conflict not peace,
For... – by Christopher Commodore | 8 Views added 7 months ago
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American Broth
By Chris Commodore©2023
Beef and carrots, rice and onions
Vermicelli herbs some bouillons
English French Chinese and Spanish
Cabbage spinach cheese for quiche
Collar greens and sweet potato
Black White Brown Coffee Mulatto
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Stand Up
By Christopher Commodore©2023
Believe not just because of what you fear
Your actions based on just the tales you hear
Instead let heaven drive your erring heart
And force you play through time your civic part
For principles stand... – by Christopher Commodore | 12 Views added 7 months ago
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Winithread
By Chris Commodore © 2007
Teeny wriggling mini heads
They dwarf the smallest pinheads
Wee dots so small the human eye
Without a scope cannot espy
The Master's divine trademark
Almighty circumspection
No faults, mistakes, no... – by Christopher Commodore | 12 Views added 7 months ago
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The Sand Devils
By Chris Commodore © 2008
In twilight’s television zone last night
I fancied serene sights deprived of light
As I dosed off on a worn-out chesterfield
Scenes from the Crucible my faculties did yield
The sounds I heard so... – by Christopher Commodore | 8 Views added 7 months ago
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The Layou River Stranger
By Chris Commodore © 2007
Last night near Layou River
I met a total stranger
His face was like the mountains
His sweat fell like the rains
His eyes were like the blazing sun
Green haze shot from a gun
His hair... – by Christopher Commodore | 6 Views added 7 months ago
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My Perfect World
By Chris Commodore © Nov. 2021
See, I give you a lovely world
With its vast oceans
Reaching down the dizzying depths
The heart of earth itself
Too deep in spots to think
That you have seen
Only the surface limits
The sea,... – by Christopher Commodore | 13 Views added 7 months ago
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Naught For Tomorrow
By Chris Commodore © 2004
Oh, expectations damned
Hopes dashed and orphaned dreams
Still marching on this idle pledge
Still sitting on this morbid fatal ledge
Tomorrow the sun calmly rises
But promises no new surprises
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One Last Peek
By Christopher Commodore©2021
Please wheel me out from this cold darkened room,
For one last whiff of glorious sunshine’s glow.
A final spell to mock the grip of doom
Before I join that somber realm below.
And when I’m gone,... – by One Last Peek | 5 Views added 7 months ago
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Defining Nouns
By Chris Commodore©2001
I am a noun; I stand to name
Distinguishing things not the same
I set the pace on every page
I reign throughout the language
I indicate each entity
That readers feel and see
Like kindness, Peter,... – by Christopher Commodore | 7 Views added 7 months ago
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© 2023
All tyrants pass away and truth endures
Some things once banned today produces cures
No progress births with chains and locks on minds
To stop, alas, what open thinking finds
This globe, once flat is now forever round.
Earth “center... – by Christopher Commodore | 6 Views added 7 months ago
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That Daunting Journey © 2003
Each one arrives with fluffy skimpy hair,
Frail weak and helpless, dull and unaware;
And on the hour needing constant aid,
Each day he wakes to watch the sunshine fade.
To paddle this unfeeling earthly realm,
... – by That Daunting Journey | 6 Views added 7 months ago
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Can’t Undo America
By Chris Commodore©2007
In liberty and freedom
A homeland pledged to God
One nation indivisible
Can’t undo America
Undaunted armies resolute
Marines and Navies true
Air forces span her spacious skies
Can’t undo... – by Christopher Commodore | 7 Views added 7 months ago
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Special Needs
By Chris Commodore © 2009
Don’t angered be because I challenge you,
Blame those instead who pot-marked you, that’s who;
Intent though noble, total access block
You sidelined marked for social poppycock
Ambitions blunted... – by Christopher Commodore | 6 Views added 7 months ago
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When I Get Home
By Chris Commodore©2007
The sun stands just above the line
Nodding with its familiar smile
Soon it will have alighted
At its ultimate destination
Not so for me; plodding along I dare not look
My destination, that reserved... – by Christopher Commodore | 11 Views added 7 months ago
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Cogito Ergo Sum
By Chris Commodore © 2004
Cogito ergo sum
Wise words from Rene’s plume
Let’s raise a canticle to him
Cogito ergo sum
Cogito ergo sum
A cramped up little room
Or open plains where Nature blooms
Cogito ergo sum
Cogito... – by Christopher Commodore | 7 Views added 7 months ago
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Nostalgia
By Chris Commodore © 2006
If time could turn back just a little bit,
I’d never leave my cozy home again.
Where kin and comrades on street corners sit,
And month ends bring to me no lasting pain.
I’d never let the distant birds... – by Christopher Commodore | 11 Views added 7 months ago
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Heavenly Feminism
By Chris Commodore© 2023
Life empties from your every pore
No matter what the daily score
Love moving like a heaving wave
You’re gratifying bold and brave
Your every act, your every move
The air you stir needs nix to... – by Christopher Commodore | 13 Views added 7 months ago
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