I need experience To get a job To get the experience To get the job To earn money To pay a bill To earn more money To pay more bills To go to school To get a degree To pay off my student loans To get a better job To earn enough money To actually enjoy life To be too busy working To be able to do so To try to get by To try to survive To find happiness fleeting To try to find meaning ~Christopher Ferguson
Someone shared this with me today and I wanted to pass it on. If anyone knows who wrote it please do let me know.
So I wrote this poem a while back based off a quote I had seen before online. I thought I’d share it since I’m still working on other stuff. I’m happy to say that I’m making good progress on writing more poems for the next anthology. I’m hoping I’ll be done before the end of the month but we’ll see how it goes. In the mean time enjoy.
Compassion My brother I will not harm you For wearing a shirt of wool and cotton My father I will not stone you Because of the sabbath day forgotten My sister I will not force you To marry the man who raped and hurt you My mother I will not hate you Because of sins that did subvert you My son I will not strike you Just cause god says it is justified My daughter I will not beat you For your love of women you’re ostracized My enemy I will not slay you Just because the lord says you're my foe My friend I will not kill you Just because the bible told me so
Felt like having some fun with this.
Thrust and stab Assassinate Burn and scorch Incinerate Rip and tear Eviscerate Blaze and torch Eradicate Slay and kill Annihilate Cut and slash Decapitate Slice and shred Eliminate Crush and smash Obliterate ~Christopher Ferguson
Still slowly working on finishing up more poems for my next anthology, “Blue Autumn”. In the mean time enjoy this small sample.
Trace Memory The shadows rave and blink at me And the lights phase into a galaxy I trace and dissolve into a Greenwich ember Even though I forget the shadows remember ~Christopher Ferguson
A poem I wrote a number of years ago when I was frustrated with low wage work. I'm sure some can relate. $7.25 For seven dollars and twenty-five cents you can buy an hour of my life To torment me with boredom To assault me with monotony No health insurance No sick days No vacation days Twelve hour shifts Barely any breaks Standing all day I go home Take a shower Eat dinner Go to sleep Repeat Being late by even a minute Means automatic termination Sometimes I wake up In a frenzy panicking Thinking that I overslept I scramble to find my phone And I realize I have two hours till work I lie awake too anxious to fall back asleep I can’t afford to go the hospital Or go see a doctor I dread the idea of my Car breaking down Each second Each minute Each hour Of each day Bleeds into the next I can no longer tell them apart To go back home and try to rest To return to where I've been Sometimes I just want to close my eyes And never open them again ~Christopher Ferguson
Green Flag Freedom to live in fear Under an industry of endless gun sales. Cowardly politicians who Keep caving to lobbyists and opportunists. Totalitarian fantasies espoused with every wheeze. Hoping and praying to a god made of money. Endless conspiracies to divert and distract. Nothing to sell but delirium and firearms. Rage explodes when your profit margins run low. Any means possible to push bullets over people. ~Christopher Ferguson
This is a poem that I wrote for a creative writing assignment a while back. We went to an art room and had to choose from various paintings to write poems about. Took some time to convert it to computer text form. Hope it’s interesting to read.