Poetry By Chuck

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Authors note:   

This page is devoted to those dark times in life when you've reached an emotional low.  

Those times when life seems to be gathered around you

and lay upon you like a shroud.  

Fortunately, you forget and heal from that forgetting.   

 I'm glad to be rid of those experiences as all of us are.    

Truly, our glass should be half full!  For life is full of treasures

and wonders to explore in the outdoors and each other!

 

 

A collection of poems that reflect the down side of life.

The old wound
the pain of memories.
The timeless reminders
the fault is mine.

That jagged edge
that bleeds from within,
holds the line
the battle for all time.

Mental waves
of pain filled passion
that create
so many shadows
on interior walls.

Healing is time consuming
forgotten in daily wages
but latent in so many ways
wounded by passion
hurt by love.

A buried monster
of unsurpassed strength
lying dormant
in my mind.

 

I'm a man of constant sorrow.
A man with little thought of tomorrow.

Deep in my soul lies a heavy pain.
Life's hammering, drumming on my brain.

My Soul's cry sounds in the dark;
A Grand Canyon in my heart.

I've little happiness to borrow;
A pile of bones empty and hollow.

Memories grab at me, pull me back;
Great dark things which I have, not lack.

Images so frightful, there is a pain in my head.
I cannot stand; I assume the fatal instead.

Days without end in a clatterous train,
I'm overwhelmed with Agonies of life without gain.

In this winter's constant dark
Love is a vacuum without a start.

The devil's reach is a black swallow,
Gliding forever in my sorrow.

A claw grabs, clasps, my pain.
My life's heaviness, a continuous strain.

Torn forever weeping apart.
Memories shredding from the start.

Diving into the murk of my marrow,
The bottomless pit of my oily barrel.

There is a place in hell for my stain.
All I have to do is continue my pain.

Black is a color that I wear.
A color and my heart is there.

Moss grows in this life of rain,
Tendentiously feeding on my train.

Reminders are everywhere, even here,
In these lines of regret and my fear.

Ending this existence torn apart,
I must reach for a new start.

Help is never in a palm.
It's not a salve or a balm.

The sun's rays are but a moon's glow.
My day's equinox is always too low.

I'm a man of constant sorrow.
But... now... with thoughts of... .. tomorrow.


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Author's Questions/Comments
Death and Divorce are the two biggest disasters in life.   This poem dives deep into one of them and searches for a ending to the pain.

Comments

 Chuck Johnson on Jan 01, 2004, 1:00 
Just fade away. 572 critiques, 154 poems. Currently online.
Those dark places exist even though they cant be seen or touched. Deep places where emotions are associated with thoughts and the slightest touch of mind...brings them back full force. Todays paper had an interesting article. IT said that the more often we think of something the less we remember of it... until finally its gone forever. Perhaps thats what ... time heals...really means.  

Angel of death gigi on Jan 09, 2004, 5:25 p.m. 
to be 47 critiques, 22 poems.

i see what you mean about this poem its amazing its touching so wow im seeing it from a different point of veiw. well done wow  

 Chuck Johnson on Sep 06, 2004, 2:32 p.m. 
Just fade away. 572 critiques, 154 poems. Currently online.

Yes, your right. The poem is repetitive. Its written and experienced that way. In waves and waves of repetitive days. Depression and moods that are truly hard to explain. This was written almost 10 years ago now. During my divorce and it was very hard to write ...thus the 'forced'. Writing it was like living it and that certainly was hard.  

 Catressa on Sep 11, 2004 
Find something beautiful in the moment... 3272 critiques, 512 poems.

Divorce is heartwrenching not only on you but your soul and mind. Years after my own, I still face shadows that haunt me. The what if game of life, which I think everyone plays.. I am sorry you had to face this struggle as well, Take Care, Cat  

ArrowCobain on Feb 28, 2005, 8:44 p.m.  
Don't accept me but i am amazing 310 critiques, 109 poems.

I was instantly attracted to this poem because of the line "I am a man of constant sorrow". That line is from one of my favorite movies, O Brother Where Art Thou. I also liked the rhyme scheme. Great Job. Thanks for entering!

-arrow  

 Chuck Johnson on Mar 01, 2005, 2:00 
Just fade away. 572 critiques, 154 poems. Currently online.

Thanks ArrowCobain! This was a very hard poem to write. Perhaps the hardest poem I will ever write.  

darkness is my way on Jun 04, 2005, 9:21 p.m. 
everytime you look at me i want to kill myself 304 critiques, 49 poems.

wow...i thought this peice was awsome..you used ur words soo well amazing job

-Michele  

SineDie on Jun 08, 2005, 2:57 p.m. 
Je maintiens votre amour dans mon coeur... 266 critiques, 46 poems.
Verdict: crying

It radiates emotion, The scheme and structure increase the whole of the poem...I'm sad now. Good Luck  

Jessica Lee 003 on Jun 08, 2005, 3:04 p.m.  
Be who you want to be, not who others want you to. 487 critiques, 157 poems.

wow this is really good.. good luck on the contest.. take care and keep writing.. see ya around

Jessica Lee ♥♥  

 Angellover on Oct 11, 2005, 12:08 
Make it but dont break it 1873 critiques, 244 poems.

this is full of emotion and has good flow in it, thanks for sharing this poem and do so to keep making this good poetry like this, very nice.

 Touchof1der on Nov 15, 2005, 6:24 p.m. 
Seduce my mind and you can have my body 16138 critiques, 258 poems. 

Divorce, even when you see it cming and know it's inevitable, is a devastating blow to the mind, the heart and yes, even our fragile egoes. It effects every orifice of our being and can even cause physical sickness. I know, I have been there... This is such a true account of the rollercoatser thoughts and emotions that one goes through. You have painted a most true and accurate portrait and it's this way regardless of which end you are on. Hurt runs deeps. Some just hide it better than others.    
♥ Touchof1der

 

 

Its a long road back along the trails that I've walked
Across mountains through canyons right to this very spot.

Now that I've arrived, and I'm sitting here alone.
It makes me wonder just why I left my home.

There's been so many troubles plague me along the way.
So many things wrong on so many days.

How do I find the right words, the right words to say;
"I wish my next footstep would find me home today."



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Author's Questions/Comments
Everyone experiences troubles in their life.  But, can we ever really go "home", again?

Comments

 Chuck Johnson on Jun 09, 2004, 10:18 p.m. 
Just fade away. 572 critiques, 153 poems. Currently online.

The poem is about life. The experiences of so many...perhaps all who venture down its roads. "And I, I took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference." Another chance is always possible in our lives and along our roads. We have only to make the turn that allows it to happen. The poem refers to "home". What is home but the aspirations of us all for a better life...or the reflections on a life lost. Everyone deserves another chance...but home... home is where your heart is. He/I/they/you ... deserve another chance because it was such a LONG road. Some roads are only seconds or minutes in length. Other roads are hours,days, weeks, in duration. No matter the time it takes to physically travel them, its really the mental/emotional duration that takes the toll. But, with all of it said... those roads are ours alone and we will face the end of them..... all alone.

Sammers on Jun 09, 2004, 11:09 p.m. 
What a fool, what a perve, what a suckerbutt! 854 critiques, 22 poems.

wow...its so short...and so packed with meaing...i dont think you can get more regretful than this...while it isnt very deep and emotional it holds its onwn type of feeling...in confusion and regret...its really neat that you dont have to come out and say "i have regret"...but that you can say "I wish my next footstep would find me home today."...and you can tell that its there...have you ever had this actually happen to you? i have...its like when your reading a book...and you get to the bottom of your page and your like what did i just read...only its why? instead of what?...sorry im really bad at metaphores..anyways...nice job...thanks for submitting and good luck!
~me  

 sewasham on Jun 11, 2004, 4:30 p.m. 
Take care and Have fun. 1667 critiques, 181 poems.

Nice job Chuck. Life takes one down many roads and some of them are rough. As the old saying goes "Home is where the heart is" and it sounds like yours is still there. Take care and Have fun. Steve   

dprssdwvmstr on Jun 15, 2004, 1:56 
elvenhome is burning... 843 critiques, 0 poems.

Oh wow, this is perfect. Where exactly is home? Some find it in their heart, some find it where they're born, yet others cannot. Some find they've been exiled, some find they're lost. Still others don't even know the meaning of home. I have been exiled and I am still lost and this poem describes my situation perfectly.
-Depressed Wavemaster  

 Chuck Johnson on Jun 15, 2004, 5:30 
Just fade away. 572 critiques, 153 poems. Currently online.

How much pain and suffering must we go through for forgiveness? How much time and torment must we suffer before others relent? We are always our own worse critic. Our emotional turmoil is a much worse plight than any bestowed by others. Or is the captor concerned only with torture and not with forgiveness?   

JenP on Jun 19, 2004, 10:16 p.m. 
watch American Idol 1527 critiques, 108 poems.

Wow, I liked this. I thought it very well done, a nice message. Great write   

 melphleg on Jun 20, 2004, 1:43 
It is our insanity that keep us sane 1759 critiques, 79 poems.

Simple but true. We think if we leave circumstances it will solve the issues but in reality it may not. I may only cause more pain and regret as you expressed so well in this piece. We are never the same and in that sense can never "go home" though we long to be. We are forver changed by the roads we travel.
Again simply written but full of profound wisdom and truth.  

brokenwing11 on Jun 27, 2004, 11:40 
Take the road less traveled by 511 critiques, 112 poems.

ooo...i like it. short...but very sweet. i can sense the sadness, and regret in this poem. you did a wonderful job. and like i said, although it's short, it has so much meaning. so much said in so few words! great write...keep it up and good luck in the contest! God bless! ~brokenwing11 

Lovely poem. I loved it. WIsh i had points to applaud. Great write.  

 artis on Jul 25, 2004, 10:01 p.m. 
Art is and will be eternally revealing: 7722 critiques, 1275 poems.

torn down and turned into a golf course, but it was projects that I lived in, ahh well if I play the eighth hole it allowsmeto putt right through the area my house sat on.....I wanted to go back, but you can't go back, because it's gone...
time rearranges, an old familiar face or place changes, and moves on...it moves on...Artis  

 Touchof1der on Oct 30, 2004, 5:13 p.m. 
Seduce my mind and you can have my body 16138 critiques, 258 poems. 

My most fondest early memories would have be back from when I lived back east... in Ohio, Pennsylvania and West Virginia. As an older adult... Hmmm... I'm thinking, or perhaps hoping, that I haven't created those just yet. This way I still have something to look forward to.  I like this. This is a wonderful reflective piece Chuck!     

 

Lost At Sea

When a man is lost at sea
in the inky blackness of night
and the forces of darkness seem to be
drowning him and his life.

When his surroundings are not free
but his mind tells him they are
that's when he needs to see
a lifeboat from afar.

The only choice he has
the only thing he can control
is himself,
and he's bound by rope.

His life has been a rope.
One that is consumed by its length.
A feeling that comes over him
like a bound blanket.

Where there has been
so little hope
along the twisted knots
of rope.

There is inside
a heart of gold
one that believes in life
and wants to be bold.

Take away all his troubles
relieve all his pain
release his spirit
and leave him hollow.

Then let someone
find that space
and fill it up
with love.

He is lost at sea
in the wind and rain
of a life that is
and the tides are against him.


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Comments

janet mary 3 hours ago 
love can pull you through 697 critiques, 41 poems.

I enjoyed this . you have talant . thanks for sharing  

littlesmile 3 hours ago 
Hard Work never killed any1 but y take the chance 36 critiques, 6 poems.

this is a good poem i think it is sad in a way but it is still good and u really feel bad for the guy u know well......... keep up the good work
littlesmile  

OctoberRain 3 hours ago 
It's all a matter of leverige 113 critiques, 43 poems.

I like it!  I love poems that rhymn and you seem to have that down. So I just like the imagery it puts inside you mind. I can sit here and read it with pictures floating through my head. 
~OctoberRain~  

LaKitKat 3 hours ago 
*Don't sweat the small stuff, life is too short. " 964 critiques, 62 poems.

This is a great popem, you have real talent. Thank you for sharing. I look forward to reading more of your work.
Kathy  

A Miserable Romance 3 hours ago 
Sorrow is the only Pain I feel 88 critiques, 52 poems.

I have a poem with the same title, but it is more of a story of a woman whose husband was lost at sea...anyways good job!! you captured the moment and the feelings

 

Obsessed

Under vaulted skies of stained concrete,
with a face of reflected molten hard hues.
Mental scars coalesce...
...the rage inside.
When time slows to a heavy ramble of lazy tick-tocks,
...he ponders.
With eyes misted over like pearled moons...
...loving it.
Dreaming in the colour of rain
...abet dry.
Knee deep in the grime of his own making
...obsessed.
The tears spatter his cold cheeks endlessly,
he cries in fustration, this monster.
He feeds the obsession, watching it grow
and
Break him.




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Author's Questions/Comments


'Cruelty has a human heart'
Torture has a human hand
Murder has a human intent
all crimes committed by man.

The bars of his prison
cannot confine
the imagination of his
sick and twisted mind.



Inside our prisons are the most horrible of creatures, those who will prey upon children.  They committed their crimes and even after and during their punishments they continue to dream of more such "fun".    Their targets are our kids, their intentions are insane, their options are "opportunity" and they will never change.  They gather pictures from magazines, cut and past them inside books to hide them from searches, commit and plot their crimes in heads lacking in guilt.  Gather your kids close and keep them supervised.  These animals are watching your sidewalks, malls, and school yards.

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Comments

 Lady Sylvyr Dragon on Nov 23, 2005, 7:47 
I am who I am 584 critiques, 51 poems.

LOL>. I do love the creative mind. This is great! What a way to make a poem. Original and thought provoking. great work and please keep it up. I like this and good luck in the contest. Hugs, Sylvyr  

Fool no1 on Nov 24, 2005, 5:17 
If Tomorrow Never Comes 1319 critiques, 155 poems.

Agreeing whole heartedly with you on this one Chuck.This is a very powerfull piece that brings home a part of all societies that sickens me to the core. Reading this I thought not only of my own grandchildren but of the countless other poor souls that have been , and indeed still are being abused by these deplorable excuses of humanity. Can't for the life of me begin to understand why they arn't PTS. Well done for bringing this to the fore...Excellent...Mal
Edited on Nov 24, 5:18 because ''.

 Touchof1der on Nov 25, 2005  
Seduce my mind and you can have my body 16138 critiques, 258 poems. 

WoW! This is one very powerful message but one that we all need to be reminded of now and again. Especially with the holidays and the hectic schedules and shopping and kids running amuck on sugar highs and excitement. If only one person heeds this message... it is worth getting the message out there. Good job on this one.    
♥ Touchof1der  

 wishintreeUK on Nov 25, 2005, 1:46 
"Home is where the heart is" 3149 critiques, 276 poems.
Verdict: Excellent!

This is spot on Chuck, our children are never safe from the depravaities of the ones who live their lives seeking to devour them with their evil deeds! we read of these wicked things happening, yet the mind finds it difficult to imagine that a human being could even begin to entertain such wicked, twisted thoughts, let alone acutally entice our children into becoming dependant on the drugs they peddle, or lead them into the snares of their depraved minds that they feel needs to be satisfied at the cost of a child's innocence.We can never forget to remind ourselves and our children that these monsters are out there, waiting to devour someone.

Well Done for bringing this to the fore Chuck.

~Katie~  

 Starhiker on Dec 02, 2005, 1:55 p.m.  
When the muse comes over me, I just let it flow. 1024 critiques, 27 poems. 

There are monsters out there, and I do not mean those hiding under the beds. Thank you for sharing this poem with us, showing us the mind of such a monster. I applaud you! Best of luck in the contest!  Jim  

 

The Long Night Road

Where do I go when I travel the long road in the night.
The twists, the turns, that churning mental plight.
When the pressures of my life, chew away at my sanity.

How do I cope with this insanity?
Where does relief lie?
Is there a pill for it?
I'd take it

Deep into the dark of the night
as I stir in my sleep
and dream such things
of pain.

When the constant drum
of obsession comes
and tries the strength
of a man.

I fight the battle of honor
and keep the demon away.
Yet, he fights back
...so well.


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Comments

 LovesWithTheBreeze on Dec 22, 2005, 1:54 
463 critiques, 106 poems.

oooo this was very good. Left the reader to interpret it to his own situation and be able to feel this. very well done!  

 heartnsoul on Dec 22, 2005, 2:21  
Life is a wonderful dance/ The world is my muse 2094 critiques, 49 poems.

Your form is really tight, carries a lot of power as you read on.. yep.... there is a pill, only problem is you wind up shuffling your feet and an extremely low libido! But yeah, dontcha just hate it when those demons decide to party just as your laying your head down on that pillow? Cool graphic.....
~Michelle~     

blakependragon on Apr 07, 11:13 
Past is history, tomorrow a mystery, today a gift. 167 critiques, 18 poems.

that was a good read. i really liked the way you wrote it. it kinda deals with stuff we all feel, but it is very orignal too.

~later  

 jbfisthebest on Apr 07, 11:43 
LIFE IS WAY TO SHORT, SO LIVE AND JUST HAVE FUN. 481 critiques, 33 poems.

this is such a great poem. you have done an excellent job writitng this. yet he fights back so well, now that is deep. a strong write with such meaning. i enjoyed this write, keep up the good work.

 

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