"Back to My Future" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: For Fun, a Little Spout Off From a Sad Sacked Poet 

Poetry for fun, a little twist to sad sack poetry, that is often times found in abundance from new poets and writers a like.

 

Back to My Future

Everything remains the same
The birds still sing and fly
The sun still rises

And it still falls, then sets
The tide still rolls in
And it still slips away, everyday

This earth of ours, it is
Such a well oiled, machine
Still to this very day

Flowers sprouting, blooming
And then dying
If only I could, I would

But, everything is still
The same for me
I am lost in history

“Ours”

That was my worst subject in school
History
I hated it

It always implied
That things were over and done
Like where we are today

Although it was our future
I was looking into
And yet

I don’t know where
That little monkey came from
Or where he, went

But, if I ever track him down
He is a goner
Because, I have a banana

And a bullet, with
His name on it
Bad, monkey bad

I’ll beat him to death
With his own damned wrench
Oh well I’ve a history to get over

For it’s back to my future
With out you
You do know

That I still love you?

Don’t you?


A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Songs of Old"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

This Poet is using song titles as a way to relate his feelings to his lost lover: These Words, Their Rhymes, Wring Out Such Pain In Me, I've Even Stopped Believing

"Songs of Old"

Since you left me; I can’t do anything but weep

I sit and cry to the songs of old

It’s hard to keep a good man down; so here is a list of songs

So you may know

What makes it easy;

 They are so full, of my emotions

It’s Crying Time Again; she’s going to leave me

Walk On By, My Blue Eyes Crying In the Rain

Man; my heart, so full of pain but, I’ll keep on singing 

He stopped loving her today you are now, Bobby Goldsboro's  "Honey"

I’m losing my mind, I can’t think or work 

Take This Job and Shove It

These words, their rhymes, wring out such pain in me

I've even stopped believing

I know now; It’s Only Make Believe

I am so tired of; Goodbye Time

Counting Flowers On the Wall and these Four Walls That Surround Me

The Grand Tour and Fifteen Years Ago

Baby you know, that I've sung this one here, when I've been Drinking

She Got the Goldmine and I Got the Shaft

Please darling; come back to me and melt

You’re Cheating Heart

Because, I am Crazy about  you

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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It Seems to Me

Poetry: Another of this Authors, Poems from Night School 1981-82

 

That air is free, but the beer is not

Love is for the taken, but it can be bought

Friends are like flowers, they bloom and multiply

But, all too often they soon wither and die

Only to be re-lived in ones cluttered mind

It seems to me that

Life is not meant to be judged or dissected as some often do

But, it is to be enjoyed by me and you

For it is, but a brief moment in this time and space

That we all have

No one, but God knows his plan

He numbers the hairs on each head and every grain of sand

He placed the moon up above it gives off, just the right glow

Romantic some might say, so

So why do we explore the space up above

Let us stay down to earth, and explore this thing called love

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Back to My Future

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Poetry: For fun,a little twist to sad sack poetry, that is often times found in abundance.



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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



Poetry: Another of this Authors, poems from Night School 1981-82.