If i was to write a guide
on how to be a man

it would not sell
unless to those pure hearted
who did not understand

but IF I was to write a guide
on how to be a good man

it also would not sell
For how am I to know
if I am justified in writing
something I do not understand

unless to those
who also do not understand
falling victim into deceitful hands

Who should come first
what to say
how to feel and quench the thirst
on soft hands they should lay
times like today
wither me away
as my innocence falls pray
to the times
decay

Not so long ago

attractions were attained by all
size 14
Cup size B braw

Handsome face
and a little chase
no man nor woman
would think to forfeit
on the game or race

easy pickens

but now
HOW we have changed
our point of view
what's new
what we fit into
what we should be
NOT what we can do

we invent things to help us?
a mind frame to vanquish
and blind ashes to ashes
dust to dust
disgust
bronze tans
and metal men shall rust
and be forgotten
before days end
before dawns dusk

I hold my head a weep
for now I only dream of you
with doubt in my heart
and fear in my soul
if we should never meet

or have we already?
perhaps I didn't see you
blinded by attraction
thoughts too heavy
can barely hold them steady
flying through the air
in small pieces as if confetti
What has happened?

When I was a little boy
they would read to me stories
and rather playing with cheap toys
I dreamt of you standing before me

but now
that little boy is gone
how fading vibrations
disappear from a song
once sung

I write
to spite it all
how stories built up
on stone walls and fall

A guide on how to be a man
humbug

A man is only whole
once that void has been filled
once all the trust has been spilled
all deceit killed
when two people meet
and form one soul
that's real

Not frail, but strong
colorful, not pale
on storm water seas
set sail


:Roberto Loera
©Feb.2009

Anyone care to name this one?

Heck NO! That was amazing and as my jaw drops to the floor, I cannot come up with words to describe its beauty. Great job but sorry, no name.

~Kristi

Thank you so much

Cool Write Rawb

I have a title.

Title: Guiding Missed Souls



Not that you have to name it that. But if I wrote that poem that is the title I would have used, lol.

I like that, it fits.
Thank you for reading, and giving the suggestion

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"on soft hands they should lay
times like today
wither me away
as my innocence falls pray
to the times
decay"

very nice, your writing leaves me longing for something that seems just out of reach.

"Not for sale"

Some things are truly priceless, this is one of 'em......

Raw this is an amazing piece. WOW!!!. This is one that leaves a person with plenty to ponder.

AS for a name there are so many things that come to mind. This stanza:

I hold my head a weep
for now I only dream of you
with doubt in my heart
and fear in my soul
if we should never meet

Leaves to to think the name should speak of a longing, or maybe a tomorrow.

"yesterdays longings"

Or maybe

"waiting for my tomorrows.

I would have a paticularly hard time naming this piece. I'm sure you'll come up with something fitting.

Good job Raw. Great piece.

"I Am Only a Man"


This is probably the loveliest thing you've written.