Poems Poems Poems Galore 20 Poems You'll Simply Adore
German Alcala
Published by German Alcala at Smashwords
Copyright 2010 German Alcala
Smashwords Edition, License Notes
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
Poem Listing
Poem
Bullies
Evil Villains
Drag Queen
Manual Labor
Not Able To Touch The Gems
Delilah Cuts Samson’s Hair
Sitting In The Darkness
Ancient History
Dream Land
Through Mine Eyes
Really? In California?
Family
In The Jungle
Winter Time
Waddle Waddle
Double Tongued
Life Cycle
Does It Have To Be This Way?
#1
Allow Me to Start the Show
Hello it is me
German Alcala not Germany
Since five I have been writing
Since one I have been biting
With a hunger for both knowledge and food
To keep me in a content mood
I doubt you know me well
But in myself I wish not to dwell
I come to you today and now
To rhyme poems then take a bow
I cannot do poetry that much is clear
A book is more a road through which I can steer
But just this once and just for fun
Like the first attempt to bake a bun
It might be burnt
But it will be a lesson learned
So without a further a do
I open up the curtains please imagine they shined blue
The light strikes onto a stage
Now turn the page
The actors, my words, are waiting for you
To call them to action I think is overdue.
#2
Poem?
I do not know
What is a poem?
I’ll admit I’m slow
To start a rhyme is easy enough
A cat and a hat
But after that it gets quit tough
And then my brain! It hits a flat
How to describe a story of that
Nothing but rhymes
What odd sentences will come of that?
I will create stories that sound like chimes
I guess it is decent
I guess it is fair
I suppose it will be fun to invent
To create tales and stories that sound like prayer
#3
Bullies
Their heavy smirks
Their ugly looks
Why is it they all have terrible noses?
Don’t act like I’m making this up they don’t look like roses
The mind of a bully I would love to understand
I wish to know if their behavior comes in a gland
Is it genetic to be rude?
Why must they be simply so crude?
When is it that they mature?
Or does the immaturity endure?
Once adults, do they regret?
Or do they decide to just forget?
And I am sure they know it is bad
I don’t believe that they are truly glad
To see another person look so weak
I think perhaps it is happiness they seek
Of course they seek for joy in pain
But I do doubt they can refrain
My mind it hurts to think of them
For I wish not to condemn
They know quite well that they are cruel
I only hope that they give it up after school
My only wish is that they stop
Before they do something worthy of a cop.
#4
Evil Villains
Manifesting the worst of human nature
They have thoughts that take them to another measure
We must not hear their deeds, speak of, or even see their work
But what exactly are they?
It is evil, something dreadful
It causes violence, something painful
It brings us sadness
And to others a sick gladness
Are these people filled with hatred?
Or perhaps hatred has nothing to do with it
I think perhaps I glorify them.
I write books that show villains of twisted will.
Or, there is a chance that evil is the result
Of a good cause that some took as an insult
Villains and dictators
Might be great innovators
Have we ever considered that our view
For only certain things should be used
Let us understand and reform not hold a grudge
Because honestly, who are we to judge?
#5
Drag Queen
My father married a female biologically
With both genes what do want from me
The girls said I was always boy by law
The boys: they always called me "Fruity Squaw"
Drag Queen, that’s all I’ve ever heard
Drag Queen, my momma called me that word
Drag Queen, she's got a hidden wand ;)
Both sides been against me since the day I was born
I’ve never settled, gone from school to school
I wasn’t welcome and I wasn’t cool
The other children always laughed at me
"Give him a feather, he's a He She"
I don’t need to be accepted and I’m not ashamed
To be a boy and know that’s not my name
My life won’t be one from girl to man
Even though that’s what you all “know” I am
Drag Queen, that’s all I’ve ever heard
Drag Queen, my momma called me that word
Drag Queen, she's got a hidden wand ;)
Both sides been against me since the day I was born
#6
Manual Labor
Bang Bang goes the hammer
Buzz Buzz goes a machine
A dream, a dream! Yes that is glamour
Because for now work is supreme
To work with your hands is a gift
Money is a slave owner and is only a curse
Then may all bad possible, my way drift
I am gazing at workers as I write this verse
My father, you see
Is a painter of sorts
He is the best at his ability
To the walls he applies his arts
With brushes of many kinds
To the houses of the rich and wealthy
He fixes their houses in great strides
Making every detail new and healthy
He works with paints
And sandpaper
To achieve a payment of going rates
With this money he makes life better
Manual labor oh, manual labor
You keep the houses looking good
Manual labor oh, manual labor
You keep the economy running as you should
Imaginations running wild
Because when it comes to building
A worker is at a candy shop like a child
The owners of homes are the worst
Or sometimes the best
Sometimes they treat you like a worker reimbursed
Or maybe if lucky you are a guest
No matter the setting
No matter the task
No matter the greeting
Or if you must wear a dust mask
I am assured
I hold it true
That these few words will all be heard
And so I feel that with that said it will do.
To work with your hands is a gift
Money is a slave owner and is only a curse
Then may all bad possible, my way drift
I am gazing at workers as I write this verse
#7
Not able to touch the gems
I sit alone inside the darkness
in its empty bowels of gloom
Over not being seen I do obsess
And that is how I know I’m doomed
I wish to be seen
Yet know I will not
For too many others have beaten me to the scene
But one day they will be all forgot
Do I truly wish to be among them?
Bidding my time and counting my days
Before I am no longer a gem
Even so I want that praise
In that scene there is buried treasure
And I want every coin
But will it really give me pleasure?
Among those kinds I must not join
I will instead keep quite
And wish not to be seen
Because I know that at my height
Will come another cute machine
#8
Delilah Cuts Samson’s hair (poem about a painting)
A story of a traitorous lover
Who attacks her man while in his slumber
Using shears to cut his locks
As silent spectators are Philistine flocks
She plows through just mangling his head
For he is a criminal whose hands are red
His hair is his strength without it he’s weak
His body is fragile he barely can speak
Sent off to jail for the rest of his life
Where he will endure years of terrible strife
Nonetheless his hair grows back to its length and flow
With new strength he kills Philistines and puts on a show!
But for me this painting means more than to most
For my hair I wouldn’t trade for the Earth’s last piece of toast
#9
Sitting in the Darkness
I am sitting in the darkness
I am sitting all alone
I feel somehow so worthless
I feel frustration to the bone
I want to say that I am happy
I want to feel good peace
I wish to be “all snappy”
I wish for my anguish to release
People around me hate my manners
I try to make them see my side
But they believe I speak in blabbers
Then I wish I had some cyanide.
Yet I somehow find some comfort
To know that if I looked far and wide
I’ll find somebody in my cohort
Who feels like me on the inside
I am sitting in the darkness
Yet I do not sit alone
I do not feel so worthless
For I can write these words with my own bones
#10
Ancient History
The Sumerians were pretty clever
The Egyptians are my brain’s lover
The Roman’s were brute invaders
But I won’t deny they were good decorators
Cleopatra and Anthony
I both detest
I both detest one filled with Roman stupidity
The other ordered her family’s arrest
The Sumerians were great inventors
Their astrology had good directors
I admire their intelligence
One of the few civilizations I give reverence
I want to say I like the Romans
But they weren’t all that great
Even though they influence today’s civilians
The customs of their victims they did mutilate
The Egyptians I have saved for last
The Egyptians give me such a blast
I wish I could be amongst them
Oh, to be one with that ever shining gem.
#11
Dream Land
I used to feel so powerless
And that made me oh so sad
I used to resort to cowardliness
But now I don’t feel all that bad
For I stand here in front of open oceans
I can breathe in the entire world’s air
And make the most flexible motions
As long as my pillow is covered in hair
In my Dream Land
There are no boundaries and thus no fear
In my Dream Land
There is only happiness and thus no tears
Every night I lay my head
To forget of all the world’s deep problems
My body soon turns into lead
And suddenly I’m seeing gems
In my Dream Land no one is control
You never know what is gonna happen
But you don’t care ‘cause you’re on a roll
So why are you waiting to make your own Heaven?
#12
Through Mine Eyes
Through mine eyes
You will see strange things
Through mine eyes
You’ll believe your wildest dreams
I study everything that I see
And question every inch of air
In the end everything changes for me
And my world, of mystery, is bare
I don’t know if everything I say
Sounds wrong to you
Yet I make everything less grey
Everything around me, feels so new
Through mine eyes
You’d be surprised
Through mine eyes
Your powers arise
Because I am so young
I see everything in another manner
I feel this makes all so fun
And fills everything with my own glamour
#13
Obama was elected
Now I can’t wait for him to leave
Then we’ll all be benefited
But for happiness I do now grieve
People were under the impression that all was right
But the republicans and Mormons decided to act
They decided to attack simply out of spite
A new proposition they did enact
Proposition 8 was created
It discriminated against people of goodwill
And suddenly the issue was inflated
Yet we all hoped the prop would not fulfill
I am not saying Obama was on the wrong side
I’m simply surprised that he did help the fight
Then when the time came many people did cry
Yet hateful people that night felt delight
The fight had been lost
And it still rages on
Hopefully soon Mormons will exhaust
Then finally Prop 8 will be gone
#14
Family
I am part of a great group
That I think might have been put together up above
We are all together in a loop
For each other we feel great love
My roots began so long ago
Somewhere in the Aztec wilderness
With people who knew their way around a bow
They lived in peaceful happiness
They lived while simply until the Spanish came
Then they decided to simply do away with my people
They apparently didn’t do very good destroying my name
Now onto life my family was able to grapple
My family across the Earth does twirl
My family is large and still growing
My blood spreads across the world
I love the way my family is showing
#15
In the Jungle
I am running through the brush
Oh the wind it slaps my face
I am running through the dirt
Running towards my fate
In this place
I am one with nature
In this place
I feel no pressure
So free so free
I’m somehow blessed
To be free so free
From everything else I can now rest
I’m in the jungle
All alone
That’s how I like it
To everybody else I am unknown
How could I wish to be a gem?
When I can be myself
There is no need to be like them
If I am allowed to be myself
#16
Winter Time
Winter time is almost here!
Winter time is oh so near
In Hollywood the rain will full
The frigid wind might make you bawl
But I don’t care
I love the winter air
I catch the rain on my fingers
Even into Spring the cold lingers
So many holidays
Then on New Years the world celebrates
The food to make us happy and warm
Gives our stomachs quite a form!
Winter I would not change at all
I wait and long for it through Spring and Fall
Winter is my ideal time
For every year it comes sublime
#17
Waddle Waddle
Well what could it hurt to eat another?
There’s no damage in another spoon
Oh whatever just give it a smother
I have said that too many times
Now I’m overweight and sad
I feel like such a pig
And every time I sit I feel my fat expand
I feel so gross and big
I need to stop my munching
Do more moving
And forget about fourth lunching
Unless I plan on not improving
Waddle Waddle
My fat goes
Waddle Waddle
Creates emotional woes
#18
Double Tongued
I know two countries
I have two tongues
I have two histories
I belong to both cliques
I know all the rules
I was born into these places
I leave others feeling like fools
Words, to me, are like laces
With two languages in my head
I use one to understand the other
I am never confused on what I said
I have used it to interpret the language of another
But I know that it is common
And most people speak up to ten
I’m not that special compared to another man
Yet I do play my double tongue every now and then
#19
Life Cycle
The human dropped
The fish done did drowned
The little bird fell to the ground
Yet in life they were all a balance
Each one so seamless
Each one holds a bit of brilliance
And the reason remains anonymous
Now it starts again
Perfect in every way
And never is life for even a second, plain
The world is always holding another life filled day
#20
Does It Have To Be This Way?
Does it have to be this way?
Do I have to say goodbye?
I hope you have enjoyed my little word play
To make a new book I will try
So trust that this is not the end
Oh no not at all
For you see my friend,
I shall be a gem and the world I will enthrall
One day prop 8 will surely vanish
You will see I’m not a drag
I will keep using my Spanish
And my body, I will one day brag
So see you soon
And to do loo
Now let us wait now for the moon
For our visit to Dream Land I feel is surely over due
Thank You
And
The End