Reprinted
From
R Jacob Post
June 8th, 2010
injury started it
but long time
coming
body run down
over time
waiting
for a chance
the knee
one part of many
crying out
no where to hide
in the world
ache pain
sleep unable
toss
turn
fatigue causes sleep
not for long
body positioned
in bed
like chalk
outline
seeking relief
drug help
one that works
two months
like a lifetime
how does one
handle it all
chronic
life sapping
overwhelming
understand
now
gets to the point
end it all
why they do it
why they call
Dr. Kervorkian
line one
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Oil and Water

starts with a fire
explosion in air
people die
can't be found
rig collapse
into the deep
a mile or more
bubbling crude
rising to surface
slow death
fish birds jobs
shut off none
months to recover
food gone
save what we can
earth be damned
all about
the money
drill
baby
drill
sounds hollow
now
doesn't it
oil
and
water
don't
mix
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Karma?
Monday, March 22, 2010
You've Got Mail!

someone special
stops on by
time to share
thoughts of
the day
a quickening
of the pulse
good news
or bad
how are you today
a smile forms
someone cares
learn much
of one
or another
ups and downs
family life
been there
done that
me too
pain shared
joy too
work concerns
financial too
tired sleepy
sleep well
enjoy your day
very special
one day
we will meet
Monday, March 8, 2010
A Compliment
Saturday, March 6, 2010
The Hardest Lesson Learned

Friday, July 24, 2009
affairs of the heart
can not be wished
once upon a star
the planets must
align in
the right order
birds must sing
in the same key
bees making honey
never sweeter
sunrise most perfect
sunset brings hope
for more to come
walks by the ocean
two sets of prints
leaving their mark
thoughts to be shared
but never thought
searching the corners
universal emotion
sense of loss
sense of gain
joust at windmills
never give up
somewhere
sometime
someone
not imagined
will come calling
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Thursday, March 4, 2010
I am the Tin Man!

one should know
it will happen
one day
age creeping up
wear and tear
occupation contributes
wake from sleep
thought only
of pain
knee cries out
can't move
knifing shooting
left one aches
slowly move
careful
subsides for now
walking at work
right one starts
to click
heard by none
shrug it off
only thought
man's way
ignore it will
go away
suddenly
realized
my new world order
where is Dorothy
I need her now
oil can
oil can
squirt here
squirt there
squeak squeak
ahhh
feeling better
all better
wake up ToTo
no oil can
no relief
surprise
not in kansas
anymore
This poem can be found at
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Pinball Man

sometimes daily events
make you feel
like a pinball
not a wizard
shooting for
a score
coming up empty
glancing blow
job
friends
social or not
money woes
life seems
empty
surreal
perception is truth
left hanging
alone
can't run up
the score
bells ringing
lights flashing
no offer of
free games
or do over
happiness
tenuous at best
beware
the wolves
howling in the night
the ball falls
past the outreached
flipper
flailing away
in vain
down the center
lost forever
life says
we owe you
an extra ball
try
we won't be
Lucy
yank the ball
away
again
but you find
you are
on your
own
once more
game over
Thursday, January 28, 2010
When the Earth Moved

a day like
any other
preparing evening
meal for all
change quickly
happened
first rattle
sense uneasiness
feeling spread
quickly
sense of doom
unable to stand
walls shaking
flying through air
goods from walls
run they screamed
outside now
knocked to ground
crawling to door
who made it out
not me
walls collapsed
ceiling soon followed
cascade
tumbling
falling
weight of the world
no feeling in legs
unable to breathe
crushed below
gasping last breath
how quickly it ends
no goodbyes
no hug
no kiss
no last words
no time to say
love you
walking down hallway
fancy place in town
best place to stay
columns in place
sandy soil
short cuts taken
building heaves
earth shakes
snap crackle
foundation buckle
like a pancake
floor on top
of floor
collapse as one
no time to scream
gone
stagger into street
people crying
babies wander
blood washes roads
running running
after shock
again again
no end
why why
help me
all cry as one
policeman
fireman
doctor
no more
water gone
food gone
bodies waste
help us
no one cares
world unites
rally to help
docks gone
airport gone
roads gone
help on way
looking searching
pull back rubble
dog sniffs
cry is heard
baby brought out
cheer goes up
one is saved
pits are dug
deep and wide
bodies stacked
thousands now
pushed in covered
buried unknown
recovery begins
once again
slow and painful
how do you
take away
everything
from people
who have
nothing
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Thursday, January 14, 2010
Private Dancer

This poem is dedicated to Christine Macdonald whose life story inspired theses words.
together with friends
sometimes alone
he visits the building
holds promises
visions of beauty
his all alone
pay at the door
cover they say
begrudgingly one does
boom of the bass
quickens his pulse
familiar song
favorite tune
sets the mood
unsaid by burly
look don't touch
wanders in
darkened room
lights from stage
focal point
eyes adjust
drink is brought
table sought
eyes search
for the one
makes him feel good
warm inside
at what cost
everything
he has
always the same
game is on
pretend she cares
all is revealed
all that she has
enticing enchanting
moth to a flame
drawn he is
morning after
alone again
head pounding
wallet empty
vows never ever
will be back
started young
legal she was
pushing drinks
wondering would
she could she
money an issue
week to week
pick the path
devil in details
if only for awhile
keep it business
not personal
made her debut
a night
to remember
soon to forget
three song set
tips would come
tried to act
done before
screw up courage
dance like others
finished with money
good job honey
cruise the tables
mine them for more
lap or table
make them pay
too many married
made her wonder
another transaction
business deal
a guy comes in
asking for her
laughter dance
money exchanges hands
she is gone
looking
for someone else
how long
can this go on
just to get ahead
always tired
energy needed
do a line
forbidden fruit
not so young
time passes by
change ones life
what to do
income different
can't survive
time to move on
younger ones
alway at the door
ones self critical
still pretty maybe
always tired
long for more
no white knight
none to rescue
not looking
personal choice
whats it gonna be
tina said it right
dance while looking
at the wall
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