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- I've Got To Go Back
I've got to get back to the tall timber soon, Back where the big firs saw at the sky. Back where I rise to the cries of a loon, Back where the osprey and eagles still fly. The city and its woes scare me to death, The squalor and stench burns in my eyes. My heart is pounding I can't catch my breath, To tell you the truth, I'm sick of the lies. The bells and whistles, the honking of horns, The screech of tires the curse and the yell. I need to wake up to clear, quiet morns, To be stuck in this city's like living in hell. I'm gagging on a swill, mistaken for air, And I can't trust a soul that I see. I'd just as soon lie in a rattlesnake's lair, I can't stay in the city, I need to be free I need to have my campfire at night, I've got to be able to count my stars. I'm blinded by the glare of the city's light, I'm froze like a deer in eyes of their cars. I've got to get back amid valley and peak, I need a good lashing from the wind and rain. I crave the culture of a babbling creek, I've got to get back to my mountains again. I've not seen a smile since I looked in the mirror, Their taut furrowed gaunt faces tell of their fears. They scurry like mice, amid the din and the furor, And they've all got cell phones stuck in their ears. I gave it my best, I failed your test, Now, I need some rest, I need a good lashing from the wind and rain, I've got to get back to my mountains again. -- Michael Barker Right Click Image Save:
- A Parting
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- Between Sunset and Sunrise
If you cannot laugh, lower your eyes as this day dies-- crawl with the sun's light out a window towards night. The day delivers too much sun to see this particular piece of earth, produces so many sounds the mind jumps onto dream-stage. My eyes open to a dark window and begin to question the morning. Clock tells me it's that time to begin a day of trying to do what has never been done so well before. --Tim Van Ert Right Click Image Save Download PDF to Print
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- PATRONS | Poetspeak
At PoetSpeak, we have three (Sheaffer, Cross and Mont Blanc) annual poetry memberships available to match any level of poetry interest. Sign up now! PoetSpeak is a collaborative adventure to get more people an opportunity to read, use and enjoy your poem(s). Membership Plans Start Your 30 Day Free Trial Today! PoetSpeak is a 501 (c) (3) and Donations are Tax Deductible. Contact your accountant for specifics in reporting charitable contributions. Start Membership Shaeffer $12/year A useful, introductory level Start Shaeffer Membership 1. You have complete viewing access to poems in our Blog. 2. You can leave comments on poems you read and enjoy. 3. You can print out any poem you want to share or enjoy. 4. You will help emerging song writers and poets continue to write. 5. You can upgrade to a more active membership level at any time by contacting editors. Cross $24/year An active and accessible membership level Start Cross Membership 1. Your membership benefits include all access and enjoyment described in the basic Shaeffer membership. 2. As a songwriter, a poet, a parent, or a teacher, you can post a new, original poem four (4) times each calendar year in our public Poetry Forum. 3. You may ask for an editor to review, suggest lay-out and minor changes to the four (4) poems you posted. Poems receiving a 4-5 rating are moved to the PoetSpeak™ Searchable Site by editors. 4. You can get up to four (4) custom-designed birthday, anniversary or caring greeting cards using a posted poem. 5. You can upgrade to a more active membership level at any time by contacting editors. Mont Blanc $30/year An effective & enjoyable membership level Start Mont Blanc Membership 1. Your membership benefits include all access and enjoyment described in the Shaeffer and Cross memberships. 2. As a song-writer, a poet, a parent or a teacher, you can post a new, original poem twelve (12) times each calendar year in our public Poetry Forum. Poems receiving a 4-5 rating are moved to the PoetSpeak™ Searchable Site by editors. This can be particularly helpful for classroom teachers or writing groups. 3. You will receive a significant discount on purchases of annual PoetSpeak™ anthologies or a PoetSpeak™ Star Poet Collection. 4. You will be eligible to receive training to conduct local PoetSpeak™ Salon events 5. You will join a global community of song-writers and poets working to celebrate songs and 'Useful, Accessible & Enjoyable' poetry as an evocative global cultural knowledge force. Membership FAQ
- Free Reader Poetry Submitted By Our Members (PoetSpeak)
Enjoy some of our best reader poetry, submitted by our members for free. Ready to become a member? Take advantage of all the great benefits. All Posted Poetry Enjoy all of our reader submitted poems. Your Patronage is Encouraged I've Got To Go Back Steve C May 21, 2021 2 min read I am Steve C May 21, 2021 1 min read That's Why I Pray Steve C Apr 26, 2021 1 min read Old Cat Steve C Apr 26, 2021 1 min read The Way He Was Evy Kristensen Apr 26, 2021 1 min read Hope Floats Steve C Apr 21, 2021 1 min read A Better Life Steve C Apr 14, 2021 1 min read She Gives of Herself Steve C Mar 24, 2021 1 min read Fire Peace Steve C Mar 6, 2021 1 min read Best Wishes Steve C Mar 6, 2021 1 min read Left Leaning Tree Steve C Mar 6, 2021 1 min read The Trail Steve C Mar 6, 2021 1 min read Pram or Stroller Steve C Mar 6, 2021 1 min read Dawn Received Steve C Mar 6, 2021 1 min read I Am The Mountain Steve C Mar 6, 2021 1 min read The Kenai Steve C Mar 6, 2021 1 min read The Burn Steve C Mar 6, 2021 1 min read
Forum Posts (16)
- Song: Everyone Needs JesusIn Post A Poem·June 12, 20221118
- The CurtainIn Post A Poem·August 19, 2024The Curtain There's a glorious rain falling outside our kitchen window. It's not quite a Wall of Water, but certainly, it's a Curtain of it. The drops are so huge you can see them as individual orbs. It's a lot of wetness. The birds are all holed up somewhere. They're not stupid. A light shower to bathe in is one thing, But this downpour calls for shelter. Maybe they're perched in a tree looking out through the Curtain. --Evy Kristensen118
- A First Poem from Medford, ORIn Post A Poem·April 17, 20241111


