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Live Outside The Box...

Or Die In The Decay Of  Complacency

 

Who am I?

I'm a boy living in darkness
And a man afraid of the light!
But with each new day when my eyes open,

I embrace my fears
And walk among the living in the light of day.
I can't play the game of life, if I'm sitting on the bench!

Or hiding in the box!

 

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A special thanks to my friend Desire,

whose emotionally charged poem,

has ignited the dying embers,

in my wounded soul,

and broken heart!

 

 

*~ Sing...The BluesMan ~*

    by Desire on June 16. 

    © All rights reserved

http://allpoetry.com/poem/show/5446107

 

 


Distracted by frivolous anomalies in air,
mood swings my Mother announced.
I remembered the story one did share,
when the Shadows wanted to pounce.

How I wanted to sing the BluesMan
with every fibrous ounce,

let barefeet kick the hopeless can...

[the Lord infused more Light to announce] 
He also had  an alternative plan~

but my Voice wavered,  weakened
by doubts whether a note I could hold yet
there was another who did transcend
inspired me to get my dry whistle wet.

An Angel beside his frame after loss
they both endured sometime ago,
even though
the BluesMan tried to reach across;
show how their Love can plant and grow.

We may not understand nor comprehend
why his Soul Mate had to leave;  in need
of words to comfort afterwards to mend;
I heard the BluesMan drop tears as seed:

              Of difficult days ahead
   saying Goodbye to his best Friend


brought memories to surface,  my end
presumed when my other half had gone.
Other dominoes fell in place,  out of place
Spirit wavered in search of self withdrawn.
Meaning retraced along each child's face,
             my children, my spawn
regret almost possessed,  pity did replace.

I felt sadness when it happened,  held back
deluge of Dreams Spirit once had
nevertheless rejoiced for what I didn't lack
which was the BluesMan,  

                  Marlana Alyssa's Dad.

               

He reminded me of: Life Poetry and Sobriety
plus the Author Unknown who understood
there are circumstances which circumvent
from a Sacred bench made of wood.

Thankfully, my Mother changed mood,  would 
remain  sober~ gardening with renewed Life spent.
Hold her even closer now,  like a daughter should;
smiling~ my arm around her shoulder,  head bent.                    
                                       
Some may not view its importance or may
presume it trite
however the Carpenter in all of us- someday
can sing the BluesMan and think of plight
as reason to say:

       We can make it through this alright...




This poem was written by my dear friend

Janice M. Pickett

For me, in celebration of my 50th Gold Trophy

To Bill With Love

Gold is such a beautiful colour
and it's contained in the aura of you
A man who has been through
a lifetime of hell
and yet you  sprung anew

Trophies in honour
of your poetic skills
fifty of them standing proud
Give yourself a big pat on the back
and tell the world out loud

That you are a man to be reckoned with
One of courage and simple pride
Capable of achieving all you desire
through what you hold inside

Congratulations dear friend
for it's an honor to know such a man
who has written words that can melt a heart
in the way that your words can

 

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This poem was written by my dear friend Georgia AKA "aslanlight"

For me, in celebration of my 50th Gold

 

From Whence Does Gold Arise?
Well I definately Know of one place

that Gold Arises... 

And that place is "Georgia’s Heart" 

 

From Whence does Gold Arise

 

From whence does gold arise?

From the ground as solid mass
smelted and moulded
into shapes
Cast into icons
cherished and worshiped
Placed as high ideals

I wonder...

St John's Wort petals
gleaming golden in the sun
Spreading fragrance
through the air
Lifting spirits
healing minds

Or could it be...

The golden lilt in your eyes
surrounding your iris
Offering your love

Holding little ones
in your arms
and being the man you are......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Favorite Quotes

#1
I believe that friends...
are quiet angels, who lift us to our feet
when our wings have trouble, remembering how to fly.

#2
Love is...Friendship caught on fire!

#3
There's always room for improvement
It's the biggest room in the house!

#4
Life is not about weathering the storm
It's about learning to dance in the rain!

#5
The will of God will never take you...
Where the Grace of God will not protect you.

 

 

 

My Own Personal Quotes 

Created By Me
 William J Reed IV
AKA BluesMan
# 1 

 If you reach out and touch some ones heart

You may get bitten 

If you reach out and touch some ones soul

Their heart will always follow

 

# 2

Poetry Is The Pressure Valve

On The Floodgate Of Insanity

 

#3

Cash Register Honesty

Comes From Admitting Our Faults

Life Changing Honesty

Comes From Accepting Them

#4

Soul Mates... Know not the limits of time

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My All Poetry Family

 

My AP Wife MysticBlue

 

My AP Niece DeadlyPoetic88

My AP Sister Daviscth
 

 

Don't walk in front of me... I may not follow!
  Don't walk behind me... I may not lead!
Just walk beside me and be my friend!

 

 

 

A Friend

A friend is one who...
Knows you as you are
Under stands where you've been
Accepts who you've become
and still...

gently...

Invites you to grow.



I'm a Sci-Fi novelist,

A hopeless romantic,

A song writer mainly in the style of the Blues

I have played the Blues Harmonica for the past thirty-seven years.

I started writing poetry at the age of eight.

That was fourty-three years ago.

At the age of eleven, back in 1969

I had completed a small 40 page booklet of poetry.

 Which was published when I was thirteen,

way back in 1971,

when I decided to become a Hippie

Peace, Pot & Micro-dot, Dude

We'll not any more Hehehe

 

 

 

I have recently finished the final edit of my very first full lenght 385 page

Science Fiction Novel called...

"The Guardians"

I have decided not to do a vanity publishing on Amazon.com. Instead I am following a strict set of guidelines to enter into a contract with an Agent. 

Who will market my book to all the

Major Publishing Houses.

 

I write poetry for the love of writing poetry

 

Novels I write... For the money! Heheh

 

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  • -LilacThOughts- : Hood-Wink! on November 26
    Hi BluesMan Ooops! Please ignore last message lol

    Guess what? You’ve been ambushed! All your friends here at ‘The Poetic Bandits’ have got together to Hood-Wink you and comment on your poetry. Hope you are encouraged by this and find it a blessing. Keep up the great writing and thank you for your contributions through poetry and your friendship to many in our group and on this site

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  • -LilacThOughts- : Hood-Wink! on November 26
    Hi BluesMan Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket You have been AMBUSHED!


    The group, ‘The Poetic Bandits’ do something called Hood-Wink, where we all come together with one chosen poet and comment on their poetry. You have been nominated by a fellow poet to be Hood-Winked by us…It is our mission to promote good poetry, to lift spirits, and be an encouragement to all here at AP…

    May you continue to write your thoughtful poetry and be a blessing to others

    All the very best
    -LilacThOughts- Leader of The Poetic Bandits

  • rtql8 en : asking for your permission on November 22
    hello BluesMan, i've recently read your poem "Wall of Pain", i really enjoyed reading it and so i'm thinking about writing my revised version of it... i don't know if that's legal, so i'm asking for your permission to use some of the verse from that poem. i already finished writing it, it's just a short 5 stanza poem, and i'm waiting for your consent before i post it here on All Poetry, and i'll make it sure to write your name on my AN. *smiles*
  • Your mirror : my soul .... on November 16
    MY soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring,

    And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;

    For, above, and around me, the wild wind is roaring,

    Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.



    The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,

    The bare trees are tossing their branches on high;

    The dead leaves beneath them are merrily dancing,

    The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky.



    I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing

    The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray,

    I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing

    And hear the wild roar of their thunder today!



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