Who you know,
What you do,
Who you love,
What you have
What you believe,
Where you live,
What you eat,
What you think,
Do not completely define the present you,
Nor does your past,
Only your future does,
What are you going to do next?
WarriorCarryingWater
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY WarriorCarryingWater
See you when the light’s bright!I’m so apoplectic, I'm overcome with anger With the last inauguration, my nation became a stranger Presidential pardons, billionaires bending backs and knees Cryptocurrency and AI, inflation will drive up the price of eggs and cheese The middle class is last, replacing omelets with corn flakes and water My mother and wife’s past was brighter, compared to the dim future of my only daughter Trying to make heads from tails, but my conscience asks why bother? Wild fires burn in California, as snow falls in Louisiana Used to be a fan of Nelly and Snoop, but I deleted Doggy Style and Country Grammar Up is down, wrong is right Our sticks and stones are useless, as America challenges us to a automatic rifle fight! So we’re hibernating for the next 4 years, see you when the light’s bright!  |
Time, water, and sandNotice… how time moves in waves Like water at the beach Slow, until the sand shifts That soothing spritz Tickles your feet, as the water retreats As it always has done You are already one With both the water and the sand Understand? |
Make them believe like a fairytale lead!Ideas to reality, work from success Critics first doubted, but now they’re impressed! You had to make them believe Like a fairy tale lead! Years of perspiration and winkles, on worn rolled up sleeves Hands get filthy when one builds impossible dreams! Dirt plus work yields the birth of great things Dirt under your nails And cloudy water in buckets and pails You got it out of the mud Like a worm or a bug Persistence paid off in due time Doubters bore witness once your treasure began to shine! Thoughts sprouted and grew like a tree High in the clouds, though most still can’t see The roots that anchor and nourish reality |
Family separated by slaveryMy last name is Moore Because during the Civil War My Great Grandfather (age 10) was a slave On the Gordon plantation, and some jerk with the last name of Moore paid $500 dollars for a kid that was good with a horse That transaction split up a family in Tennessee and changed the whole course Of my family’s history Beyond ‘emancipation’ the Gordon’s remained a mystery To our family for a few scores and a century! Until my father, our family’s genealogist Did some research online, and discovered historical records at some colleges Birth and death certificates, and DNA cousins on Ancestry.com They had an annual family reunion in Nashville and invited my dad along! Dad said it was so odd to walk around the hotel lobby, where the reunion occurred To meet so many strangers that looked and s... |
The more you knowScientists say that it rains diamonds on Neptune… They must study something more useful soon Sustainable food and clean water for those most in need Discover aquifers and more disease resistant seed How about laws to ban violence and greed? No more gadgets and gossip to consume Less division, more understanding and room Diamonds in space are useless if millions are still starving and cold As the powerful few steal and horde all the diamonds and gold Rebels of the future, know once you destroy the status quo Ignorance is bliss, sorrow grows with the more you know… |
Thanksgiving is the celebration of Pilgrims killing the Wampanoag peopleIf you have hair that can defy gravity Why not just let it be? If your history lies about our reality Why not acknowledge the fallacy? If your beliefs subjugate the global majority Why don’t we all challenge their fake authority? If Thanksgiving is the celebration of Pilgrims killing the Wampanoag people What makes you think, that they think, you and them are 'equal?' If money and power is just fiction Then why don’t we just write a new description? |
Love is war!I have been with my spouse for over 25 years The key to our union is a delicate balance of expectations and fears We have been in a constant state of conflict since the day we first met Courtship is a battle, full of wins, losses, and regret Comprise, doing and saying things against our will Administering a tail of potions and poisons by elixir or pill Daily battles make up wars, decades in length No matter the reason, limit compromise and negotiate from a position of strength! Sharing a bed is a tug of war of pillows and sheets Silent struggles, the loser is the one who first speaks! The best advice that I can share, regarding the cause of the most common marital strain Is to declare war on the thermostat, I know it might sound insane! But chances are that you and your most significant boo Can never agree on exactly what to... |
Where I am versus my desire’s dreamFail to succeed Replace want with need Success has an expensive fee A result of thousands of mistakes Joy is brief, disappointment may replace Give and take, sacrifice, rewards, envy, hate Impossible is everywhere and answers arrive late Where I am versus my desire’s dream May as well be somewhere in between Distant galaxies and an inch within my grasp Decades wasted and some wrong decisions in the past Carved in stone, but now time moves by so fast... Lessons learned, but mistakes still take place Seasons change, gray hair and wrinkles changed my face |
‘White Bread’ enough is enough!What math was used to build Africa’s pyramids? 1,000 years before ‘Pythagorean’s theorem,’ is Western, math and other facts just one big old lie? Were all Native Americas supposed to die, were all African slaves just happy to work for free, hell is water even dry? If some of our ‘knowledge’ is fiction, and most of the ‘truth’ a deception Then my reality is twisted, and I disrespectfully demand an exception! I refuse to participate in this madness any longer, the ruse is up The global majority has the numbers, the will, and power, ‘White Bread’, enough is enough! |
Hip Hop in middle age…I’m getting old, but not quite 50 When my rage explodes Transform like Bill Bixby Hulkin’ out So big and green That I ripped my jeans But I doubt that most will even get that reference From old tv shows I suppose I was the same When the former generation Would claim disdain And a lack of respect From all of these little whipper snappers Living with no regret Responsibilities, fears, or plans for the future Writing checks and spending cash that their asses ain't even earned yet! No mortgages, wars, discrimination, and pain They no longer fight the power, rather seek out to claim Mere fortune and fame Making videos, asking strangers to subscribe and like Their opinions and comments, every hour of the day and night ... |