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Joan Williams Poem
OGE
Crushed dreams exploded friendships eroded,
stubbornness, selfishness and ego interceded,
expectations of true friendships forever eroded.
Mystique, curiosity gives the urge to peek,
but critiques week after week , send a message
there's a mean streak.
Always like a kid wanting to be applauded,or a
confused adult needing to be lauded, friendly at
times, ugly at others .
Yoyo idiosyncrasies
flexing like Jekyll and Hyde, a crazy pretender,
never had a nurturer, stuck in mixed moods
one that love and friendships eludes
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Corporate Greed
Corporate greed has turn the tides
White collar thieves are on the rise.
Bail out pleas for companies on their knees,
economic meltdowns caused by Ponzi schemes .
Investors now in total confusion, after realizing
they'd chased riches illusions.
Mortgage collapse, first blamed on the poor,
lies and greed perpetrated by corporate whores,
constantly scamming for more and more.
Financial calamity, brought on by greedy insanity
banks running on blanks.
whistle-blowers got frank,
sophisticated criminals jetting off with pals ,
at times treating hard-working employees less than
their animals.
Off to prison they should all go , just like anyone else
that steal that much dough.
Corporate greed is on the rise , check your investments
and be wise.
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I am who I am , that which I am
the day I was born hope dawned.
Never doubting in this life to what degree I'll advance.
always willing to take that chance.
When I enjoy my solitude...excuse me, it doesn't mean I'm being rude,
or in a bad mood,
just need to be left alone, no need for others to intrude.
I see mysterious morns, I see mysterious nights, the sparks of my humanity
comes from wanting to do what's right
my strength of character, my strength of will, encourages me to fight life's hills
My sweet existence is no coincidence,
I am who I am, that which I am.
Memories of precious ones, or moments bring to my cheeks a slight grin,
and mine eyes a glint when negatives changes arrives across the landscape of
my life .
That!....may bring about the tyrant within
speaking simply from my soul
I am who I am, that which I am.
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WINTER"S HERE
The leaves are falling,
a new season comes calling,
orange, red, and fuscia leaves,
scattered up and down by the breeze .
As balmy breezes strip the trees
, these whispering trees await the freeze,
A serene blend of beauty
Fall slips away,
gone are the days on the lakes,
back-yard bar-be-ques, and clam-bakes.
The snow-fall comes
our noses run,
winter's here we'll make snowmen for fun.
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Seem I'll walk this road alone
the time of never looming forever. shivers filter thru my bones,
yearning to be soothed by hushed tones.
Once happy, now shrouded in
misery
pondering my mental stockpile of uncertainty
half smiles strapped in pain,
choked up feelings of past privileges hoping to regain. tethered by unseen chains.
The soul feeling scarred, suppress , and under duress
How......oh.... how do I break free from this sadness that envelopes me?
Cascading down a mound of despair wishing this sadness will disappear,
relieving me of my desolations and fear
Where....oh....where is my guardian angel out there.
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By the brook I saw the deer
on an autumn day very clear
sensing there was someone near
off she ran maybe out of fear.
In the woods with her fawn,
leaping off she showed no brawn.
To her well known trails she leapt
Leaving sounds as if leaves were being swept.
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I feel the reflections of my soul,
the calm within, my nonchalant grin .
My peaceful thoughts
the things I deem nought
My selfish whims shatters my thoughts
"Let alter ego in", my soul rebels.
Soul reflections swell. "alter ego thou goest to hell" .
ohhhhh.....Reflections of my soul thus should know,
Ha! I'll retreat to the recesses of my haughty mind,
then Serenity I'll behold.
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I look within and I wonder, when did time truly begin
I wonder do every person truly sin
I wonder will we return, even if we die and burn
I wonder why I wonder but I wonder
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Dreaming
I must be dreaming.
Am I scared of tomorrow and what it may bring
Am I asleep !.........Am I awake ?
Am I Falling?
I think I hear someone calling.
Am I a bird..........Am I a plane ?
Is this an illusion ,or am I approaching a
collusion?
I feel like a windmill, I can't be still.
"Oh hell",Is this some kind of ferris wheel thrill?.
Am I dead, or is this all in my head.
Catch me falling....Am I dreaming instead?
Pray tell..I hope I don't go to hell ,
HALT! this turbulence in my head,
confusion and craziness I dread.
My senses sharpened.....ah back to reality
from webs weaves by unknown worry.
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