I, author, write to express my inner thoughts
The thoughts that conjure emotion’s image
Be they emotions dark and foreboding
Or joyful treasures of happiness and love
Regardless, these verbal image reflections of my soul
I offer up freely to those whom fate guides
To find within, an insight of common reflection
That by its course, a transient moment of happiness and tranquility
Is there-in, to be found.
‘Stephen Colbert’
This ode of word to the King
Of the comedy hour
His craft of speak
Is yielding much power
Nightly he espouses
A pundit’s cynical political view
To most who watch
It sounds as something new
The double entendre of his nightly spiel
Is taken by some who think it real
He manifests reasons for thought
A most clever and insightful plot
His wisdom portrayed by his crafty craft
Even all the while making his audience laugh
How great is Stephen’s desire to have you know
That his is not just another COMEDY SHOW
But before the close there’s need for just one more claim:
To all who are aware, Stephen Colbert – is more then just a name!
Empty, pouring my life into words
Words not knowing if ever to be heard
A notion that leaves my mind disturbed
A blight of which never to be cured
Years of days indecently go by
The incessant compulsion I try
To avoid expression, to decry
Feelings, expunged by words to die
Countless are the emotions compiled
Page upon page denoting my trials
Conjuring ghostly images, an obscure smile
More often painting a life defiled
Endless seems this timeless chore to be
Scribing this life passage for others to see
A collective tomb wishfully worthy of thee
As humble author to words given to me
I met a young man, he was hitch-hiking, cold, begging for a ride, so I stopped, he got in, his story instantly told, he could not easily hide, a life of hardship, though I did’t know why, until he told me, as the miles slipped by, of a life that would make me, a grown man, want to cry, but in his eyes I looked, I saw, not a frown, but a glorious smile, his life burdened, though it may seem, was to him, a life worth all its trial.
O’ Christmas Time
O’ Christmas time, O’ Christmas time
The night sky clear – the stars do shineThe pine-coned trees – are all a glow
Glistening bright – with new fallen snowO’ Christmas time, O’ Christmas time
With loved ones near – all is fine.The fire burning warm and crackly so
Egg nog rum – making noses glowO’ Christmas time, O’ Christmas time
Singing choirs to church bell chimes.Children dance around Christmas trees
Wondering what Santa’s gifts will beO’ Christmas time, O’ Christmas time
A time for goodness – for all to believe.
Christmas Carol Extradition
A Christmas Carol – of old day
Is no longer proper – to sing or say
The cause – with much debate
Is the social condition – of late
Is it of much surprise – to find this – the norm of the day?
When the rights of different peoples – is the first to play
Politics and religion – a bad mix
Creating social problems – often too hard to fix
Where will this diffusion of beliefs lead?
Likely – society’s figurative bleed
Of social norms and tradition
To Christmas Carols’ extradition
A Christmas Blessing
The Christmas Season is here but once again
A time-honored tradition we love and hold so dear
For it is a time when family and friends
Come together to celebrate and cheer
A time when the music of laughter fills the air
While the land is dressed in fresh white snow
As evergreen trees of brilliant colored lights glare
To echo the goodness of life we’ve come to know
A time for children bemused and left wondering
Of the fabled and wondrous jolly St Nick
That his gift filled sled pulled by reindeer
Is true to heart and not just a silly adult trick
So look beyond the glitter of festivity
And heed this time that comes but once a year
To give thanks and Christmas Blessing
Of good health and love to those you hold so dear
Merry Christmas to All
And HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012
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Welcome to NAYKDPOET.com
Why the pseudonym: NAYKD POET?
Most everyone by now has heard and/or has referenced the fable that tells of `The Emperor Without Clothes‘ the moral of which is: `Self-deceit and failure to speak up for fear of ridicule will eventually come back to haunt us in the long run.’ .
It is in this moral vein that I have chosen NAYKD POET to encapsulate the philosophical objective to this web-site.
The poetry, prose, essay and graphics contained here are an expression not to profess any specific doctrine or philosophy but rather, ideally, present an honest, open-minded and possibly; alternative perspective, to an eclectic spectrum of subject from the political and sociology-economic, to the diversity of human sexuality.
Trusting you will garner some intrinsic meaning from these ramblings to stimulate and motivate your comments be they flattering or not.
Thank you for your time to visit and it is hoped you find it worthy to `Follow’ the literary progress of NAYKD POET. Thank you again.
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