The Okcitykid - A Peaceful Vet

BELIEVE IT

When I lay with her
Look into her eyes
I see a smile like heaven in my eyes
A peaceful joy that warms me through to my cold bones
How do I deserve this?
She asks me why I love her
I have no reply
What do I know what makes her smile and how It takes me far away from any worry or care
What do I know when she holds me
I feel heaven
all over and through me
How can I explain why when I don't even know how
Each time I look upon her
She say's what
I want you - that's what
I want you always in my eyes and in my arms
To feel heaven - and never let it go
That smile again
so brightly fills my life
From the nothingness I once had
I'm so glad to have you
I only wish I had the words to tell you
So you will know without a doubt
I'm yours
Believe it

By: Roger Harkness

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As time went on I discovered she had a bipolar disorder. She loved me most days and what a powerful love it was, however, unexpectabley she would close the door without any explanation as to why.  A bit painful, one more relationship I survived.

I think I like this guy. He is like the other side of Dick Cheney, we need that. There has been to much apologizing, to much being nice. To much good manners. It’s time to kick ass because we have to many ass holes running this country.

From Vision.org


CAUTIONED WITH LOVE

I was angry and hurt
Shaking to my feet
Justice is just a word
Understanding is not a part of the program
But you
With the wisdom of an old man
Gentle caring of a mother
Say to me
"People live dangerous lives
They don't care
Then they get hurt
And say life is not fair"
You're a valuable person
As are all people
One person is no greater then another
No person is any less then any other
The golden rule
Do unto others
As you would have them do unto you
It means giving each other the respect due
As creations of God
It means believing you're no greater
then anyone else
It means believing nobody is any better
then yourself
It means believing that, and doing just that
Morale problems are caused by people on ego trips
As you get to the top
Will you put a stop to this?

By: Roger Harkness

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I’m getting old and my memory is not so good. I can’t remember for sure when or why I wrote this, but I think it was around the late 80s just after I had woke up and opened up my mind. Nobody spoke these words to me. You might say this is just me talking to myself. For most of my life I believed that everybody was better than me until I woke up that was and then I discovered just how great a creation I am, equal to everyone else and that pretty much is the theme of this poem. You’re not much good when you think everyone is better than you because you will not stand up for what is right when you know something is wrong. That pretty much is the theme of this poem.

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From the gamezone.com

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This poem is about a girl who was a womens age but still played games.  She was propositioning me and stuff like that at work, when I was working at the America Online call center six years ago.  I’m just a stupid guy, I don’t know any better, I thought it was real.  But it was a game, like I wasn’t even a person and I can only guess that she was hoping that something would happen at work so that she could file sexual assualt charges or something and sue the company and make some money.  Just guessing, I don’t really know.  What ever her game, it wasn’t nice, people are not play things, so, I got a scratch and I probebly got lucky that’s all I got and to me, she was dead, I just blanked her out of my mind and prettended she didn’t exist anymore.  One day she didn’t show up at work and I figured she probebly got fired.  She probebly proposition a gay manager or something and he didn’t fall for it and didn’t like it either, I don’t know, just guessing.  She hurt my feelings and that’s not nice.  As I explained to a coworker once, you don’t mess with people, because you don’t know what they are going to do.

From a recent email message from Batch, the leader of of the Oklahoma City Peace House.

The doctor refused to find Alice Paul “insane,” saying,
     “Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.”

1920 …..
Women were not “granted” the right to vote.
Women WON the right to vote.

Here are pictures & stories of Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers only 90 years ago.

The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed
nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking
for the vote.

Thus unfolded the ‘Night of Terror’ on Nov. 15, 1917, when the
warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards
to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because
they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson’s White House for the right
to vote.

(Lucy Burns)
They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above
her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping
for air.

(Dora Lewis)
They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her
head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate,
Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack.
Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging,
beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.

By the end of the night, some were barely alive.
Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden’s blessing
went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of
‘obstructing sidewalk traffic.’
 
For weeks, the women’s only water came from an open pail. Their
food–all of it colorless slop–was infested with worms.

(Alice Paul)
When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her
to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she
vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to
the press.

http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/suffrage/nwp/prisoners.pdf

By: Roger Harkness

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I wrote this in 1977, the first time I was out at sea.  You stand on the deck of the ship and you’re all alone surrounded by water all around you as far as you can see.  It’s kinda creepy till you get used to it.  But I had this feeling that something out there was evil trying to get us and that there was something out there that was good, that was protecting us.  So I decided to put that feeling into words so I created this story poem.  I’m sure you wouldn’t see it as clearly as I do unless you were a sailor.  I always wished that someone would turn this into a musical play that everyone could see and experience.  Maybe, someday in the future somebody will pick this up and run with it, that would be so cool.

Found on Flickr

IT’S JUST A SEASON

The wind blows
The leaves go
Spinning in a circle
As if in a race
But neither one of them wins
What they trying to prove
It is only the wind that makes them move
Bare trees looking down
Sing songs of wow to the brown grass
But in the sky are signs of hope
With bright clouds looking by
It is only for a season
Growth is the reason
Life will take a rest
To return in zest
I’m waiting for the springtime
I’m dreaming of soft grass
and shade trees
Flowers blowing perfume in the wind
A stream with a fishing pond
With plenty for all to eat

By: Roger Harkness

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It sounds like this poem is about the fall season, but I really don’t know what this poem is about, it sounds good though. It’s one of those times when I feel like I have to write something, so I do and sometimes I’m amazed at just what comes out. I wrote this poem right after my first wife told me she was leaving me, so what does this poem have to do with that? I have a few of these that just came out of no where, sound really good, but I’m unsure of the meaning.

When my ex wife read it, she told me that she thought my poetry was improving, so I guess she liked it.