The complete
title listing of the collection by period of
composition is:
POETRY OF 3RD
MILLENNIUM (CE)
It’s a Rush Job
How We Act – reflection on the USA election
Why
When we were them
An Internal Affair
The Road To Nowhere
Love
Craig D
Smith (c) March 2004
Another rush job
There's no time to eat
Mealie on the cob
Sandwich of cold meat
The phone keeps ringing
The people complain
You keep on singing
Won't do it again
Eat an elephant
A little a day
And don't say you can't
You do what you say
Don't have a bigmouth
Bite what you can chew
You can spit it out
After a review
Twenty-four a day
To eat sleep and work
Plus make time to pray
This one you can't shirk
Twenty thousand days
Plus five thousand more
That's so many ways
So much time to score
Craig D Smith (4 November 2004)
A
huge federal deficit
Means
we have no real money
Square
peg in round hole doesn’t fit
Countries
being ruined isn’t funny
A
family living in terror
Yet
turning away from the truth
Snake
by flower still a horror
Garden
weed is pulled out by root
Here
and now is reality
Tomorrow
is too far away
Vision,
sometimes frivolity
Out
of reach is happy and gay
This
is according to Mazlow
Feed
me now and play on my fear
I
will have nowhere else to go
I’ll
hold your hand and hold you dear
Now
what I do will make you gloat
When
push comes to shove and I must show
I
would rather give you my vote
Since
better the devil you know
Everyday
this happens, just like the 2004 USA elections
- CD Smith, 13 May
2004
Hey little boy
what's the matter with you?
Don't you cry, you
must have something to do!
"But sir, you
don't know, what I'm going through."
"Something
seems, always, to be going wrong.
Yesterday at
school, they laughed at my song
Now today, they
say that my hair's too long."
So why are you
crying, Is that your pain?
Get off your butt
and go and sing again.
"Sir, I'm not
yet finished, there's still more rain."
"The other
week I was playing football;
And the bigger
guys said I'm not too tall.
Then they laughed
and tripped me, hard I did fall."
You have said too
much, you have got to stop.
I don't really
mean your bubble to pop;
But the hill don't
only go to the top,
It also has to
come back down again.
The sun also must
give way to the rain
But the next day
you see it shine again.
I know how it
feels when you can't see light
Deep in the valley
it is always night
The only way out
is, prepare to fight.
The fight, which
you must, ain't an easy one
You can't use your
fist or feet or a gun
And from the enemy
you cannot run.
The enemy is fear,
envy and lust
And other things
that can turn gold to rust.
To lose is to give
up, so fight you must.
Life is so
beautiful so don't you cry
Even if you say
that you wish to die
Take my
handkerchief now and wipe your eye
Now stand up and
lift your face to the sky
Far away you will
see the eagle fly
It couldn't, 'til
pushed from the nest up high.
Craig D Smith 16 Oct
2004
To
look the same
To
play the game
Pressure
from your peer
To
live the dream
Be
on the team
Boat
rocks, who will steer?
First
innocence,
Experience
After
many years
Children
won't learn
They
want, won't earn
And
a parent fears
You
want to teach
But
cannot reach
So,
you fear the worst
They
make mistakes
And
cause headaches
You
think that you're cursed
How
can this be?
Happen
to me
And
then you think back
You
were that age
And
filled with rage
Made
your parents crack
You
saw the gang
With
whom to 'hang'
You
thought they were cool
When
mummy spoke
You
made a joke
When
you broke the rule
As
children grow
They
think they know
Everything
they need
As
parents grow
They
need to sow
Loving
caring seed
Craig D Smith (May 2004)
I don’t know if you read
What the newspaper said
But I am still turning, it
about in my head.
There’s such a commotion
They ain’t got a notion
You win some you lose some,
but stick to your portion.
We all want to be king
Have all the choirs sing
When we arrive and have, the
city hall bells ring.
You then become the slave
For the power you crave
And everybody sees, `cause
of how you behave.
Its not to interfere
But they won’t let us near
They think they own the
world, and tell us “We don’t fear.
We will do what we must,
Join us or eat our dust
United we don’t stand, help
us when guns are rust.”
They say that they don’t
care
Invading here and there
Why can’t you see that it’s,
“an internal affair!”
This poem is based on the news headlines
of the prison abuses in Iraq
Craig D Smith (September
2004)
So
brown, yet surrounded by so much blue
So
morose, island nobody goes to
So
sudden, it appeared before my eyes
Minutes
ago it mirrored the blue skies
So
sad, as my eyes become lachrymal
So
confused, while I try to unravel
So
dry, teeming with crawling crustacea
Exuding
fumes of differentia
So
what, if this island looks so lonely
So
what, if it no longer has beauty
So
what, if it sticks out like a sore thumb
So
what, if the crawling crabs make you numb
It
is a short while that the tide is low
Then
the high tide sets the harbour a-glow.
See picture of the harbour
when the tide is low
Craig D Smith (September 2004)
Long
days and short nights!
Shades
from city lights.
Can't
sleep - there's no sound!
Must
have feet on ground.
Coffee
and red bull
Can't
eat - stomach's full
Of
worry, not food.
Is
stress really good?
Mind
paralysis
Then
analysis
Too
little sunshine
White
walls just aren't fine
Money,
more money
All
is not funny
Got
so much to swank
Yet
still owe the bank
Eyes
open, yet blind
Look,
but cannot find
Up!
Down! and behind!
Just
befuddled mind.
Too
little, too late
Impatient,
can't wait
Pressure
breaks the heart
Then
its time to part.
Craig D Smith (November 2004)
Love teaches, yet sometimes the lesson is hard
To ensure learning and prevent retard.
Love protects, yet sometimes the shelter is not comfortable
But the storm outside pushes harder than you are able
Love watches, yet sometimes the eye is disapproving
When focus is lost and your eye starts roving
Love holds, yet sometimes the grasp is tight
Because the dangers cannot be seen when dark the night
Love gives, yet sometimes it’s not what you asked for
Because your needs are great and in future will bring you more
Love leads, yet the path is sometimes bumpy
If you sit on the wall you fall like humpty dumpty
Love remains, even when I'm gone
Because you'll know that we are one.
Don't Start A Fire If You
Don't Know How To Put It Out.
C.D.Smith (2004)
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