Yesterdays, yes, these poems can have anything in it, humor, sadness, romance, sex,anger, frustration, happiness, politics etc. It is all not going to bevery good, as I will not show any hesitation in saying whatever thatcomes into my mind. Everyday I will write a poem about yesterday withthe date of the day I am writing about. The content may have realevents I have gone through, events I have heard or read about. It maynot be appropriate for people of all ages. I am not saying any excuses,as I hate excuses. I used to be a caring man… not anymore. When I wasflying from Philadelphia to Albany on my way from Chicago, the smallplane went through severe turbulence. I thought “Oh boy, is this it?Then I said in my mind, if so, please don’t give me a lot of physicalpain to end it. At least end it fast and painless.” I regretted thethought later. Then I thought mmm I myself don’t like me living anymore. Sad,but it is so true.
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Salty streams, down the chins they flow,
And crawl like a worm down through the sides, tickling,
As the sun powered through cloudless day unopposed.
Young teenagers to make a sale at the lemonade stand howled,
Sun lustfully glazing through bare-naked shoulders and legs,
The summer afternoon with music filled,
Many bodies by the cold bubbling beer cooled.
Oh’ why all love to be in this terrible hell of heat?
My first thought was against what majority loved,
All day in the shade I stayed and at the end away I walked,
In the walk, mind through the day wandered,
Not upon any thought for long staying,
The yearning to be something, somewhere made breathing hard,
The whole body and soul through suffocation squeezed,
The walk and then a shower, still mind in confusion unrelieved,
As the realities only intoxicated a little more,
The feelings I know I must let go,
But they like cancerous cells only pained more.
Though pain from depths of soul through heart felt,
The Angels of sleep were kind enough,
To take the light out of my eyes.
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