hungry

hungry

need food...why?

so, I won't get hungry

stomache is growling...why?

because I am hungry

why don't you eat?

I would if I had food

why don't you buy food?

because I have no money

I have applied for jobs

no luck

I have begun my own business ... SEVEN to be exact!

no one patronizes them

why???

ask God or Jesus Christ .... He has the answers

hungry still

why isn't someone helping?

better yet, why isn't God helping?

hasn't He seen I attempt to work?

why does bless others?

hungry... hungry... hungry

Written by WL Koon
29 January 2023
written in less than 5 minutes; because I posted on Next Door for food assistance - no replies

NEW - I Found U.... Then The Ball Dropped

So a new piece of poetry...off the top of my head.
About a man who ---well, just read it!

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I Found U.... Then The Ball Dropped

So, I finally found you after so many years of our 'conversation"
18 years to be exact
I could not believe I found you
I was happy, but, skeptical
Happy, just happy
Time went on and I could see that it was hard to keep a conversation flowing
But, I was still happy
Because I found you
You gave me a vague answer when I asked if you had a girlfriend
I begun to doubt
You made sweet comments almost bordering on more than friends
Then.......

The ball dropped and my fears and red flags came up
You 'simple -y mind ed' not to reply to a sweet message
You don't know me and apparently I don't know you

Written for a man named 'Jim.James'
Written by Wenda L. Koon
26 June 2022

"Am I Asleep" - poetry

 "Am I Asleep" 

I was not looking
Yet I found 
A proper, sensitive person
I wonder am I still asleep

It must not be real, just a dream
But, I am awake when we talk
Still cannot not be real
Sleeping, am I still?

Waiting for that mystery to unfold
The one that replays every time
The one every man brings as his luggage
I end up wishing I never woke up

Yet, I was not looking
It happened by accident
A man who is such a gentleman; not ugly in behaviour
I wonder am I still asleep

.......Yet, I am awake

For George
written by Wenda L. Koon
30 March 2021

Since They Invented the Guzzle

Since they Invented the Guzzle

drink, drink, drink

to kill the pain

my back hurts

my life needs this drink
{because my life is worse than anyone else in this world}

drink and more drink

my persona changes

i am insensitive 

bitchy

arrogant

careless

and sometimes

romantic

none of these are the real me

drink, drink, drink

drink, drunken. dying, dead

December 03, 2015
written by Wenda . L Koon

people and their relationships

people and their relationships

People who have relationships are fools
devils, idiots, and so much more
that would take a century to unleash the truth

People who act like saints and are act like sluts and whores instead and yet, still attend church

SINNERS
burn.
in.
hell!

People who treat relationships as if it were merely a game and is funny to toy with other's feelings
others who are trust worthy
honest
and faithful
even when tempted by others, still are faithful.... because they are honest.

People who call you their girlfriend when only knowing you for less than one week
People who are possessive of you in order to gain something
People who are 'pretending' to be something they are not {and you smell a rat**}.

In a nutshell, people suck at being people as Jesus instructed - do us a favour kill yourself and save us {the true believers} a lot of airtime!!

**Hint: there's no rat in sight!!

Inspired by a recent 'relationship'
Written by Wenda L. Koon

The Mark of the Beast - poetry

The Mark of the Beast

What is the mark of the beast?

Evil is coming for me

He is in control of me

I am under his spell

Everything looks so promising

He is lying to you

He will never give you anything

You will worship him and continue living with sin

when you die you will be shocked

He never had any intention of delivering his promises to you

He was laughing when you denounced your savior

he is laughing right now

he will continue to laugh

All he promised you were, lies, and more lies

You will be transformed by God when he returns

you took the mark of the beast; worshiped it and lived by it

he, God, will rule again

Mark of the beast, yes, is money!

Inspired by reading The Screwtape Letters

~Written by Wenda L. Koon~

2015 April

ripped away - a poem

ripped away

my world came crashing down today

the most precious thing was ripped away from me

the world is now no longer a world i wan to be a part of

i asked god to take me

instead as usual he did not

but he took something away

i have no clue, idea, of why

i am not angry at God

i am a Christian and God is not at fault

people are

people who have never had to face tragedy in the world

people who are not with the Lord 

nor will they ever be as well

why won't people do more

why are they so self consumed with life, drugs, partying, sex, alcohol, sinning

i asked that question alot

i pray that God takes their life from this earth

and only save those who are worthy

if you haven't offered helped then you should not be saved

only those who did something should rejoice in the Lord's kingdom

and, i hope those unsaved rot into everything the Holy Trinity will cast them into

~Wenda L. Koon; 2015 April~

A Depressed Dancer - poetry {NEW}

Why am I depressed?
Why don’t feel the energy to get out of bed and dance
I haven’t been to class
I don’t feel like going to class

Why am I depressed?
Only teaching makes me feel better
I tell everyone I love dance
I am a professional dancer
Teacher
Choreographer
But yet I am depressed

Why am still depressed?
I have a boyfriend, career, my own dance ensemble, freelance work, and much more
Everyone thinks I am wonderful

I am depressed because the battle I was fighting I suddenly lost
I am depressed because I told boldfaced lies to one person
Was two-faced towards one person
Treated one person with such hatred
In the end I guess God really does see and hear all.
I was doing so well, too!

I am depressed because I was not the person I “fronted”
I lived by only the devil’s doing
Suddenly, I found myself wanting to die
I no longer slept, ate, had panic attacks every single day
I just had no will to live
God pulled the rug out from underneath me……now I am dealing with my depression and going to a support group

The moral of this poem:
God always knows what we are up to and will make you realise by any means necessary.
When you still continue to do the devil’s work he lets go.

A twisted way of life-Poetry

Your life was filled sadness and voices in which others did not hear.
You felt burdened by their words to make you go and do such unthinkable things.
No one could understand how much pain you must had been in.

Constantly battling with the inner demons with these “people” that no one heard. Medication is a thought to cure a terrible disease.
Unfortunately, that was not the case with you.
You must had been on a high when you took your own life and felt you were invincible and on top of the world.
Now, you are in a better place and free of those demons and am finally living your life as a normal human being.

~In memory of Amy Powell~

For her mother and all of the people who knew her

　
Written for my Mother’s friend, whose daughter committed suicide in 2007. This young woman is a someone I knew as a child. I had not seen here in over a decade and when I heard the news….I wrote this off of the top of my head.

"It is sad when people who are mentally unbalanced commit suicide and others who are well, trash and speak ill of others."

Blue Eyed Soul

Blue Eyed Soul

The voice is heavenly
Gifted and so zen like
There’s a sense of tranquility
Peace
And …. Calm
Passionate lyrics and voice
Intertwined together
Resulting in total bliss and harmony
Blues….
Pools of artistic depth
Eyes….
Piercing elements of deep thoughts
Soul….
Peering into the heart of the body

Blue …. Eyed …. Soul!

Written by Wenda Lynn-Koon
24 April 2009

Pathetic-poetry

Pathetic!

Dance, dance, dance!
A sad and pathetic life
To not have anything else in the world to mention
Not dancing equals nothing in life is meaningful
Sad….
Pathetic….
Excuse for a life!


Written by Wenda Lynn-Koon 24 April 2009

Monkey See, Monkey ???

Monkey See, Monkey ???

Like a monkey
Copy cat, copycat
Can’t do anything original
Must read their “enemies” and steal
Their ideas
Not an original bone in their body
Never will be either
Sad, poor, tasteless

Trying to be creative
Original
Unique
And poorly not succeeding
Still stealing from “enemies”
And the enemies laugh
Actually feel sorry for them

No creativity
Spirit
Spark
And always feeling like your work is not good enough
Not confident in you’re “art”
Thus, making you a
Monkey see, monkey do

~written for a special little girl---Love, Hate, Love~

Bit of poetry--Broken

BROKEN

~I'm going to sing you a little love song~

~Layne Staley; Love, Hate, Love~

in pieces, broken, thwarted, used, useless, obsessed

want to understand why i do what i do

why can't i change

why can i do it?

in pieces and broken

i feel so bad at myself for allowing myself to be used to hurt others

why can i be a good person

i always point fingers at others who i am jealous of

God, please help me become what you want me to become

help me don't let me die in your prayers

HELP ME...... PLEASE!

i call out every now and then when i have done something that is unfitting to humans

tell me why cant i stop being a heinous bitch and just move forward

why am i so obessed with this person

Please......... hear me this time

i promise i will change this time

im in pieces and broken......help me, please God

do you hear me?

are you there?

i guess not

ill just keep on hating this person

for the rest of my life

until the day i bring about my own death

**a bit off the top of my head---poof--just like that. This is writtened for a very special person**

Addicted

An on the spot piece of poetry.....

your life was like living in hell
the demons were immense
had a strong hold on you
life
family
and much more
to finally kick that habit is amazing and be here today
i guess the Lord saw fit for you to not be taken
you were meant to do wonderful things with your life
keep your "day job"
instigate other changes in your life--
wonderful children
form additional hobbies
in you i found something i had for many years in my life
i never had the excess
but i had the degrading factor in my life
found Lord and survived


**Inspired from reading The Herion Diaries-the story of Nikki Sixx while addicted

LIES {01.25.1986}

write about people and they are lies
you only hurt yourself
the person you write about is not hurting
you are -- because you write about the beast inside you
that beast inside you is vicious and savage
you know the toils of that beast
you are that beast
you were born a beast
hence, you will die a beast
your death will be attended by no one
how can people attend if you have not attained 'good' in your life?

that beast
or that organ you call a heart
beats only to destroy others

look over history
people who write, speak, and share humour at the expense of another are setting themself up
.... for disappointment... in their life
people who write, speak, and share lies of another
people who write, speak, and share slander of another
people who write, speak, and share false allegations
are setting THEMSELVES up for
... disappointment....
in their life
look back at history
look at Charles Manson, the Boston Strangler, and many other criminals
when you practice crime, it will eventually catch up with you.....
in this lifetime or the next

when the apocalypse comes you will be taken to the gates of hell
not to die,
but to live out your life for the un-Godly services you bestowed upon unsuspecting people

Hypocrisy-poetry

Deceit, two facedness, double standards, insincerity
That is our world
The world we live in
Perhaps it was like that in BC times
Times were much simpler in the "early" years, but, most of the hypocrisy was swept under the rug

Morals, honesty, sincereness, and graciousness
That was our world
Our world
Before many of us were born
What happened to people?

The angel sits on one shoulder
While the devil sits on the other
The angel is righteous and lives for good
The devil is wild and out of control
The hypocrite, You, has to choose

In the end most people choose to follow the devil's path
One might ask how do we survive in this unpleasant world filled with deceit, fraud, manipulation, and underhandedness?
Simple
We have "angels who sit on people's shoulders and these people follow the honest way of life

How we do continue to see the good in people when hypocrisy is all around?
We have angels guiding good people and they are our hope


Written by Wenda Lynn-Koon
April 29, 2008
~Inspired by Kip Winger~
{his new song, Nothing, which can be found on From the Moon to the Sun}