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Pretty and Plain
The Bruce Poetry ProjectOnly pretty girls get to sit at the bar
I see this as I sit from afar
It’s just not fair to not be anointed
With enough good looks to be so appointed
For men to chase to be their mate.
Oh, how sad a plain girls fate
In her heart,…
Poem For A Real Man
The Bruce Poetry ProjectIt’s pitch black outside, but I hear the surf on the shore
It’s quite a cold January; going out would be poor
In my cozy beach house a fire is roaring
A cliché it is how the weather I’m ignoring
A book in my lap and I’ve the…
No Reply
The Bruce Poetry ProjectDid you ever have that feeling
That sends your senses reeling
And the more you do reflection
Still your life has no direction.
The most fearful word is “why“
As it’s the cause of why you try
But if there’s no answer to that question
It…
My Demons Come At Night
The Bruce Poetry ProjectThe sun is out and it’s time to revel
Nothing to fear – no thoughts of the devil
But now today’s ending – the sun‘s coming down
My uplifted smiles turn into a frown.
There’s naught going wrong – all things seem just fine
But…
Last Call
The Bruce Poetry ProjectI’m at the bar with so many friends
It’ll be a great night that never ends.
We drink and drink and drink some more
One of my buddies is stretched out on the floor
One by one they peel away
And I see that I’m the to stay
My…
It’s Your Job
The Bruce Poetry ProjectThere are more and more days that I hate my work.
I go through the motions and feel like a jerk.
Why oh why do I do what I do?
I’m really good at it and that is true.
But it’s just no fun is my despair
My life sucks and it’s…
It Was So Very Long Ago
The Bruce Poetry ProjectOnce, as counselor I took my client’s side
The matter was important so I could not let the issue slide
But the other party was much offended
Perhaps he thought his honor was contended
Words were exchanged and the battle escalated
With…
It Sucks Is What Makes It Great
The Bruce Poetry ProjectIt sucks is what makes it great
He said as he contemplated his fate
All the world is barren and bleak
I am down in the well, now what should I seek
Surveying now the surrounding gloom
This surely is an awful doom
At the bottom of…
Indifference
The Bruce Poetry ProjectI am but a splintered boat broken on the rocky shoreline of her indifference
Even after the wooden wreckage strews about me, bobbing up and down, I still look to shore forlorn hope of rescue
But it is not to come, as slowly I sink…
I’m a Bad Boy – Aren’t I?
The Bruce Poetry ProjectBeneath the smile that’s on my face
I long to be in another place
Where I could strike the mother lode
Do as I wish with my own moral code
Instead of following rules that render me toothless
I could do anything at all, including being…