tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6952677710372136802011-04-21T10:47:04.037-07:00Many casual verses written by Jay Deb. Email your comments to jay8191@hotmail.com.Jay Debnoreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695267771037213680.post-43986560407663851902007-09-19T23:38:00.000-07:002007-09-20T20:29:49.494-07:00Those roses I always dreamed of<br />Young me could not buy<br />only smell in the store<br />thought will buy a million roses<br /><br />I grew up<br />fill me with roses<br />they are smooth caressing<br />like smooth skin of a beutiful girl<br /><br />I meet a girl<br />Ah, millions of roses fill my heart<br />few years later<br />left me with a heart that is so hurt<br /><br />I still see roses<br />too many of them<br />go closer and I see roses spreading<br />feeling hot turning into lava<br /><br />Lava coming to me<br />cry for help<br />help help help<br />save my baby<br /><br />my child deserves good life<br />nest is broken<br />straws poking at my belly<br />getting in his nose<br /><br />better to lie down in the open<br />rain washing away all our wounds<br />roses springing up<br />and new life begins<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695267771037213680-4398656040766385190?l=jaysnewpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jay Debnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695267771037213680.post-23247290077511444672007-08-14T21:32:00.000-07:002007-08-14T21:52:58.353-07:00Who needs to go back to old time<br />past is haunting<br />it is daunting<br />to think past<br /><br />Present is better<br />future more beautiful<br />that's why we read, improvise<br />to have better future and worse past<br /><br />Past always haunts<br />Mother's abuses<br />Father's neglect<br />Followed by hazing in the dorm<br /><br />Classmates who never cared<br />brother who had only anger<br />In the downtown alley<br />Alone I linger<br /><br />why we go to college<br />to leave ignorant past behind<br />to earn and learn and yearn<br />for a life past could not give<br /><br />Past is embarrassing, shameful<br />never lived up to it<br />that is why we are in present<br />soon to be in future<br /><br />Future looks so bright<br />I can make future<br />the way I want it<br />the past could never give<br /><br />Future beacons me<br />I can dream, have everything<br />knowing I will never<br />I can still have future<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695267771037213680-2324729007751144467?l=jaysnewpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jay Debnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695267771037213680.post-76886354176046756012007-08-14T20:35:00.000-07:002007-08-14T21:11:37.783-07:00Life is so beautiful <br />who wants those shields<br />those trophies that I never deserved<br />anyway, I care<br /><br />Who says I am eighty two years old<br />three times divorced<br />mind is pacing forward<br />life has only begun<br /><br />I have knowledge<br />path to vigor<br />I can share path<br />to a heaven<br /><br />All the time I erred<table class="mentionedInTable"><tbody><tr><td style="padding-left: 7px;" width="50%"><br /></td><td style="" width="50%"><a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/vacillate" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|8');" class="ilnk">vacillate</a></td></tr></tbody></table>and vacillated<br /><br />never making up my mind<br />to do or not to do<br /><br />who says you are not<br />sucessful if you didn't have <br />a house or a stable wife<br />or two kids<br /><br />who says there is no after life<br />who says we can't relive our life<br />take everything in life<br />to your next life<br /><br />In twenty years I will be<br />hundred years old<br />may be twenty, may be ten<br />wrapped in gold<br /><br />For forty years I struggled<br />What will happen if this happens<br />or that, never knowing He<br />controls everything that happens<br /><br />A thought passes in my mind<br />at sixty should have asked my son to stay<br />with me, made a mistake just like today<br />when I forgot to up the oven temp to 400<br /><br />My potato was stale<br />Never got a chance to say hello<br />to my grand child<br />just like I could not eat those potatos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695267771037213680-7688635417604675601?l=jaysnewpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jay Debnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695267771037213680.post-13498517308953642532007-04-24T17:07:00.000-07:002007-04-25T20:05:23.246-07:00Sanity has returned<br />It left me with you<br />It crushed me while you gone<br />It found me with you<br /><br />Those days were so fun<br />Those few days<br />Imagination took over<br />Filled me with joy in days<br /><br />Fantasy and fantasy<br />Took me high high and high<br />I marry you, tease you<br />Live so happily<br /><br />Fantasy getting deeper<br />In my head<br />I see a daughter<br />Looking just like you<br /><br />Then I fall to earth<br />Don't see you anywhere<br />Panic attack<br />on my body everywhere<br /><br />Then I realize<br />You didn't really exist<br />It was only a thought<br />A thought now struggle to resist<br /><br />Few days later<br />Few pills<br />My head clears<br />Sanity returns<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695267771037213680-1349851730895364253?l=jaysnewpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jay Debnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695267771037213680.post-53764828095413919922007-03-17T12:47:00.000-07:002007-03-17T13:05:55.631-07:00The fallen leaves in the fall<br />pressing against the wall<br />nobody cares about them<br />what a shame<br /><br />Like the hyenas<br />looking for a meal<br />following the leopard<br />looking for a deal<br /><br />The leaves that gave shadows<br />the leaves that took heat in the meadows<br />under them, the e-coli pork I grill<br />no one is there, I fall ill<br /><br />Who will look for me<br />my boss, the sleaze<br />he can't find me<br />for I am lying under the breeze<br /><br />The leaves who starve and change color<br />embrace death and galore<br />fall fall fall, on my body<br />I hug you, since there is nobody<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695267771037213680-5376482809541391992?l=jaysnewpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jay Debnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695267771037213680.post-24445205317404341802007-03-17T11:57:00.000-07:002007-03-17T12:46:03.066-07:00Why are we so fat<br />have so much greed<br />churning mother nature, soil<br />cutting her body, for oil<br /><br />five mill year back<br />it was so lush<br />five hundred years hence<br />it will be so hush<br /><br />In 2160, there is no oil<br />In 2260, no human, only dry soil<br /><br /><br />You don't think so?<br />I don't think so<br />looking for oil<br />at least causes so much turmoil<br /><br />You and I<br />can live happily<br />with the squirrel and parrot<br />Who sing a song of joy so merrily<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695267771037213680-2444520531740434180?l=jaysnewpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jay Debnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695267771037213680.post-38099018989706135572007-03-17T11:38:00.000-07:002007-03-17T11:52:49.472-07:00That tree never blooms<br />Sitting on my backyard<br />Never laid fruit, only leaves<br />And cleaning is so hard<br /><br />Wife says cut it<br />I said it gives oxygen<br />Its big green canopy<br />Takes away my eye strain<br /><br />It sure older than me<br />Its family tree stands so high<br />It seems to tell me<br />Hey you new guy<br /><br />They have seen<br />Death of Neanderthal<br />We cut and bleed them<br />They take care of us all<br /><br />Death not new to them<br />Honey please spare this one<br />For if they are killed<br />We are all done<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695267771037213680-3809901898970613557?l=jaysnewpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jay Debnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695267771037213680.post-55185667001781975052007-03-17T11:30:00.000-07:002007-03-17T11:38:28.287-07:00That sound bothers me<br />bothers me a lot<br />That sound bothers me<br />Makes my head so hot<br /><br />Is that the heater<br />Or is that the meter<br />Is that my girlfriend<br />playing her guitar<br /><br />That sound bothers me<br />bothers me a lot<br />Is that a gun shot<br />Or is that my coffee falling out the pot<br /><br />That sound bothers me<br />bothers me a lot<br />Is that a a woman crying next door<br />beaten by her boyfriend lying on floor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695267771037213680-5518566700178197505?l=jaysnewpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jay Debnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695267771037213680.post-72576015339099456192007-03-17T11:25:00.000-07:002007-03-17T11:29:04.183-07:00Fancy green by the river<br />Bob goes back and forth<br />and then quiver<br /><br />Why outdoor attracts him<br />Bob doesn't know<br />He will sure get to<br />What life has to show<br /><br />why does the black horse<br />over at mound<br />From such a distance<br />looks so proud<br /><br />why does the river<br />talk so much<br />It has too many listeners<br />That is Bob's hunch<br /><br />Bob is a junior<br />He may be shy<br />He sure knows now<br />He is nature's guy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695267771037213680-7257601533909945619?l=jaysnewpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jay Debnoreply@blogger.com0