Word Hobo: Favorites

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

terrence michael sutton

No matter where I go to
I'll always come back
No-matter what how or when
I'll walk again that bush track

I was born there and raised there
Before I got on the longest road
A poet a song writer A singer am I
My life's education no real load

I am still captain of my own soul
Although Australia not as I once knew
Away back when I was born long ago
but it all's in my blood it's true ..

No matter where I go to
I'll always come back
No-matter what how or when
I'll walk again that bush track

I was born there and raised there
Before I got on the longest road
A poet a song writer A singer am I
My life's education no real load

I am still captain of my own soul
Although Australia not as I once knew
Away back when I was born long ago
but it all's in my blood it's true ..

https://youtu.be/jD3SkTyXzcE

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

GETTING CLOSER EVERY DAY

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

terrence michael sutton

GETTING CLOSER EVERY DAY

All the main world leaders brothers one
Been woring on it for simply ages now
They'er trying not to let it be known
But slowly happening and to it they bow

Reducing the world population by endless
The old mentally ill the pooer and the lot
Up the wealthy down with the rest that be
Becming one ridding the world every spot

They say making peace my foot friends for years
Making life harder for all over time the plan
Country leaders becoming one every day
The real honest truth is just another yam

Only those not blind can see it happening
All the rest of the battlers well might as be
getting harder every day for all upon earth
Except the richest of the worls be they wealthy

The big picture is hard to hide for God on earth
But they let little bits show more every day
Oh this man bringing countries together as one
Wake up read the writing on the wall come what may

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

The Holy Light That Is

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

David Bernard Scully

The Holy Light That Is

Through dark clouds the sun's rays wink
As if to say peek a boo; now you see me
Now you don't.. But I am always here.
Just so it is when we pray: Thy Kingdom
Come Thy will be done. It is in our Faith
That it is already and has always been so.
But ever the Glory is magnified and our
Heat beats quicken that the consciousness
Of Love not be diminished by it's constancy
That Love be precious as it is common still.

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

Why Do I Write?

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

Lily

Why Do I Write?

Why do I write?
It’s not because I enjoy the
Pen on the paper, the faint
Smell of ink on my hands or
The sound of a page being torn
From a notebook.
It’s not because my fingers feel at
Home on the keyboard,
Because the clacking of the letters comforts me,
Or because the sight of a blank Google Doc
Excites me.
It’s not even because writing makes
Me happy, or that I find particular
Joy in it, inspiring me to release
My thoughts into the world.
No.
It’s because these thoughts are
Lions pacing in their cage,
Growling under their breath,
Wanting to be let out; no,
Needing to be released and free to
Roam wild, and not be restrained by
Any human contraption.
Same with my words; they refuse to
Stay trapped in my head, they must
Come out somehow.
It’s a need.
Why do I write?
You might as well ask,
Why do I breathe?

#write #writing #lion #pen #paper #thoughts #cage #release #happiness #stress

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

SALLY

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

terrence michael sutton

SALLY

We back then were only kids
But to the forestry we'd go
With big ond hessian bags
Collecting cones burn well it's so

Winter time it was so cold
But in the home fire burn for ages
Sally always came anong as well
We'd make pocket money wages

She near the pines and waited
For us to come along
I remember her along with
A song called Sally we'd sing along

We became such good friends
That friendship lasted years long
But time it moves friends away
I think about her still and that song

I never thought we'd ever part
Greates mates were we always
But in thought she walks beside me
And will do all of my remaining days

https://youtu.be/6qUua6Nwp5I

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

One Wish

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

Kim Essary

One Wish

Sitting on the swing of that old front porch listening to my daddy and all the stories he told .
No matter how many times he told the same story, they never got old.
The evening  was his favorite time of day,  as he sat outside and listened to the same whipperwill singing away.
It's almost like that whipperwill knew what time every day to perform his songs for my daddy as he never missed a day .
Makes you wonder if they were connected in some other kind of way .
Daddy taught me so many things ., Things I used to think were silly or couldn't be .. I wouldn't trade those memories for anything in this world I'm thankful for the time my daddy spent with me
He showed me all the beauty in this world and what it would some day mean. By all the stories he would tell of the places in this world he had seen.
If I only had one wish that would come true, I would tell my daddy I wish for one more day with you.
One more day to sit on that old porch swing  and listen to each and every story he ever told , one more day to just hear him say my name or tell me he loved me again, one more day to take him out dancing with me and my friends , and one more day to wish my wish never ends.
©kimmied1105

I wish my daddy were here I miss him so much

#sadness #wish #daddy #miss

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

Revive!

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

SelinaSharday

Revive!

Flowing up to the surface
Submerged under the waters..
Chocking gasping for a bit of air..
swollowing.. suffocating.. On Life..
sorrows_hardships..
Just can't even imagine the reasons behind the tragedies...
Of what evils lurks in earthly places..
With the ability to rearrange and change peoples faces.
After all the hearing and the witnessing.
The feelings and the knowings.
All the seeing of evils news....
I didnt realize I was chocking emotions deeply bruise.
Anxiety snatching the ability to breath where its comfortable..
Breath normally..
Panic sneaks its way in..makes me uncomfortable in my skin.
Pulse rushing pulsating.
All of a sudden the sheer emotion of losing.
Can't see another day lighting the way..
Soul feels the falling when you realize
there's so much suffering..
Arms gone limp all passed out..From the exhaustion.
This is when God holds yah in His arms.
Calming down irregular heart beats.
God breaths His air into you. His breath is your air..
as he breath Life back into you.
Resuscitate He is the air you breath.
Without Him you can't breath there's no air without Him.
He pulls you up to this worlds surface..
This worldly ocean called life.
Where day by day moments felt like drowning.
He gives you inspiration and sets within you a song.
Tells you to keep holding on..
Revive..
The ocean is still there
but for now..I have been brought up to the surface.
hear it on soundcloud copy n paste link below
https://soundcloud.com/selinaros3y/atherbest-revive-0-1
S.A.M @h.e.r 2018

resurface again

#resurface #bring #to #life #see #another #day #air #i #breath

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

Restless Poetic Mind

Jun 2018 Word Hobo

Edmund black

Restless Poetic Mind

In some crazy way
like  being loved
Poetry  gives me
Strength and
Motivation
at times it’s
all I  have
It’s where
I escaped
It’s Where I
feel right at home
my happy
state of mind
Where I take
my mental
Essence to
a higher plateau
Where words
becomes Arts
Never ceased
to amazed
Let the ink
dance  with
my mind
Tango enlightenment
Impossible to avoid
ink splattered
all over
my thoughts
It’s like swimming
In the Black Sea
with full consent
into a black hole
Impossible to
let go
Orientation put
me into a dazed
But not for long
anticipating
memory fades
Ruined  expressions
like mind on fire
seeking for the  river
Put words together
analyzed all
the dance strides
my ink had taken
Scrutinized
what It all means
and make sense
      of it all
Nevertheless
keep my insanity
Is The duel
being  fought
Enduringly
into the abyss of
The poetic  mind

Sometimes even when I’m not trying to think About what to write , without notice without warning words starts popping inside my head to a point at times I may have to stop whatever it is that I’m doing to write it down before it disappears for ever ... not an easy task but it’s what I love doing ;)