Thursday, May 10, 2007

write a poem...

By Josh Holm(the Dutchie)
What's written here does not have to be clear.
No one will tell you which way to steer.
Take a quick right, but hold on tight,
try to avoid all the fear and the fright.
No drugs, please no thugs,
this isnt a poem about all those slugs.

6 comments:

the Dutchie said...


Mixing Methods
Rip it up, dip it in, floods of thoughts will soon begin
Blaze it up, puff it in, stare at a cloud with a little grin
I wonder how long it’s been, but really cant remember when

Fields of trees and bumble bees, my thoughts wander through with ease
Going where the leaves will lead me, flipping/floating feeling freely

Hills and mountains lakes and oceans run through my mind like secret potions
Then I spin it, swig it, kill it
Trees spin slower, my head must lower
The rocks roll round as I hit the ground, no jack or jill behind me
I only try to keep a pound, to avoid that dreaded, dreaded sound
Then the silence came so quickly for this boy’s life that went so swiftly

Anonymous said...

Dutchie, all I can say is W>O>R>D> , Keep speaking, teaching, and preaching!

TwinsWin83 said...

Those are some of the most beautiful words that I have ever seen pieced together in a short poem for a blog. Thank you for sharing yourself Homer.

the Dutchie said...

the point of commenting on this blog is to write some poetry of your own. no comments about past poems please.

the Dutchie said...

Chairs tippin’, young men trippin
Teachers out there on the verge of flippin
Trading my time for a future of light
Im watching them fall, fall into the night
Thugs and drugs, no daps, no hugs
They think it’s cool to be a bunch of thugs.

I can’t understand their simple thought
The future’s in their hands, and its starting to rot.
I try to build them up, but they tear each other down
It’s happening to all colors white, yellow, black, and brown

haasertime said...

nice