Topic: THE WHO AM I POEM
1) Dear friends, I am as told before, a non English speaking man, but I try hard to make poetry even not being a poet. There are so many great poems written here, so I love to give you a subject, in which you can find reality, joy, sadness.
2) It makes me feel happy to see that this section is becoming far more popular than I thought.
I try to read them all, and now and then I love to suggest a poem like the "who am I" poem.
I really am happy, a lot of us write about love, pain, personal things, but also about other things.
So here again a thread where you can describe yourselves, your life.
I was born in fact squeezed out my mum's belly
the first thing I heard was a song of Leadbelly
I was naked and so I heard them saying it's a boy
Why and how they saw it I still don't know, was it a decoy?
A few days later I was home, a priest and people I didn't know
they made me wet and I was scared, was this a decoy?
Once back home they start to throw and grabbed me back as a big jo-jo
Speaking a language, very weird and sounding as di da do
Next stop was in kindergarten, in a local school
Hey, I was a smart kid and they made me look like fool
we all got a stool, a tool and yes that was pretty cool
making drawings and objects fingerpainting and going to the pool
at the age of 6 we all moved up to a bigger place and oh so great
there were a lot of us, in groups, and rooms and a new classmate
we learned to read, to write and using numbers, purpose was to graduate
as time passed by 50 little eyes looking at a clock and then of course the gate
Again, at twelve we changed again to a new school it looked all so big
it was a culture shock all new teachers and priests, one looked like a pig
I learned about the ancients, the Greeks, the Romans and every year a gig
Six years long, an eternity, thinking I knew everything but feeling as a twig
Now there was a crossroad, should I leave or should I go
The choice was difficult it was at least 35 years ago
become a priest, not for me, too many sins and a real macho
Why not going to become a doc, just like my dad, we both loved staus quo
So the university or is it college, I never understood
I started to study harder than a person should
But soon there were a lot of events, for a student like me, no good
Too many bars, booze and a lot of sisters from the hood
I had one purpose I promised my parents to succeed
So blessed with a good memory and pretty women they agreed
you're old enough my son, if there is something that you want or need
please call us, inform us and talk and nobody is worried
Finally I am just a simple man who used to be a doc
I started early finished late, a race against the clock
one things for sure I wasn't part of a big, big flock
I ended up, a car, a tree and all I do today is rock
- MY GUITAR PLAYS EVERY STYLE = BLUES, ROCK, METAL, so I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO PLAY IT.
[color=blue]Civilization began the first time an angry person cast a word instead of a rock.[/color]
