Why People Weep

By R.L. Worthon,, Jr

Why people weep is a collection of poems loaded with meaning, purpose and wisdom for the soul, every poem produces an emotion which the reader will relate to and if found in a position facing grief, sorrow or death, one would be able to endure and withstand the fiery clutches of agony and dispair,if not, then at least be able to stand firm and except the realities misfortune.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R.L. Worthon,, Jr
• Release date: May 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301169542

R.L. Worthon,, Jr

Born on the Westside of Chicago,Illinois. Robert was raise on the Southside of town and has been writing and publishing non-fiction, fiction, short stories and poetry for over 20 years. By trade, he has been employed in the fields of and mastered automotive technology, diesel technology / Heavy equipment,as well as industrial/commercial mechanics in the same time span. In 2007, Robert was promoted to an engineering assistant and since that time he has been employed at operating some of the largest structures such as production plants, arenas and skyscrapers in the midwest. His hobbies includes chess, studying logic in several languages and basketball. As a youth he once told his large family that after he accomplished his mechanical dreams and before his age took it's course, that he would begin a literary career. He lives up to this promise in 2013.

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Why People Weep

By R. L Worthon, Jr.

Copyright 2013 R.L. Worthon,Jr.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Introduction

Chapter 2: Leads them on,

memo-14, in may, not on verse read, memo-10, memo-68, everyone’s somebody

to fly in a flock, to understand, every moon, the friends

power steering pumps, full of mousers, and gadget for brains.

Chapter 3: passing away,

coin phones, people weep, people weep, pt. 2, blank canvass, which color of worship do you belong to? just us search, addicted to suffering, fear of fear, and crucifixion of school prayer.

Chapter 4: down poston road,

sprinkles, lines on litter, one marriage

on two highways, a brother on the farm, and to old, to soon.

Chapter 5: we honor,

sandy’s storm, his number was called,

a mere rick’s cup, a fool’s foul mouth, life’s seasons,

the surfer and the gray whale, and a line.

Chapter 6: devils love x-mas too

parents rent, faultless, third shifters, and mr. weggard.

Chapter 7: john’s prophesy-

Chapter 8: eight

she wept her life away,

in life’s motion, what is man? visions of what’s inside, the forecast,

bring that dream to life, foreclosures, and many will learn in hell.

Chapter 9: hater’s creed,

and the strange spirits within her.

Chapter 10: believe in yourself,

wisdom calls, imposters, end of summer, and roaming.

Chapter 11: eastward through eden-

Chapter 12: memo-27,

galleon, mind blowing, false hopes, in april, charity case, living from behind, coup, best of the best, and dmv.

Chapter 13: if all went to heaven,

prodigal, sense and signs of spring, love your children*cycles spin, and new age tech.

Chapter 14: wisdom picks the time

final call, i feel the field’s splendor matters of mendacity, and wherever hell’s at?

Chapter 15: civil rights pioneers,

mad science at tuskegee, widespread woes, a good job is hard to find, single wage, and least i learned.

Chapter 16: freeloaders

a thief, no where to hide, magdalene’s ordeal, how much does one love God? and jars are hereditary.

Chapter 17: cause

where’s justice, too conceited, make a touch, asepsis, and becoming of a beggar.

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Chapter 1: Introduction

When it comes to poetry, I truly believe that everyone has the potential to compose their own poetic feet, their walk in life or rhyming beats. Poetry is in everyone, everything, and stands out everywhere man has traveled. There’s poetry in a janitor’s swing as he mops the marble floors of hospitals, factories, schools, and after that, he or she polishes, in many lands the granite tiles of palaces. The waitress or the waiter, serves with perfect tone, while balancing a tray full of glasses and sharp knives with dishes on the shoulder. Or the bus driver drives with diction and grace through the enjambment streets of the early morning.

The paper carrier-be it girl or boy, flicks each buddle wrapped in rubber bands or stuffed in plastic bags, the meters sound out landing upon stone and wooden porches. Children line up in iambic order, in all sizes, in all shapes, and in all colors in all school yards. Poetry is in everything and everywhere that harmony and wisdom are found in a solid form, verse, and rhythmic pattern. Write in all genres using traditional, modern, and contemporary form it is your right.

Poetry is art, art that can not be seized or conquered by a self-selected few. No one can what has already been establish from the beginning of all time, nor add or revise what has stood the tests of time. Nor can a few exempt the many from the spirit of its creativity that blooms naturally in all and for all. In the past there were many poets, those known and those unknown. Unlike today the self-serving cliques who have attempted to modify the language scheme and foundation, the very form of poetry in order to confine its beauty and its art behind the mawkish walls of selfishness, from the many.

Published or unpublished, your imagery and voice is just as important and crafty as the next individual. The best poems are those composed from common thought or event or a vision with confidence and has open and free accessibility.

If your dream can easily be pushed aside or snatched out of your heart, this could only mean that you never deep-rooted that dream. In everything you do, put your whole heart into it with all your heart, might, and soul. Criticism exist only to nurture the heart and soul, if you allow negativity to conquer on your throne at any time, or on any level, than you must also accept the fact that you have become a slave of your own makings. A true poet has no rules, policies, or procedures to obey. A poet never yields in practicing and sharpening up on the craft, nor ceases in creating good stories, or great poems. There are many ways over and beyond good poems, without bars, pure and true can produce a thought in someone’s mind allowing them and you to progress.

Chapter 2: Leads them on

There’s a song for every moment-

for every moment in life.

A sad song and a dancing song;

A song so silent, and so sweet one will know.

A song that one must sway to by its beat

and with its rhythm-tap one’s feet,

its easy to understand, its easy

and its free flowing,

just ask the music major, at band.

The music major plays on key

that leads them on, leads them clear,

with bright brass and plastic drum sticks

thumping and vibrating every step.

memo-14

there are three words

i dare not attempt to repeat,

two of them-i love-

but, the last

will keep-you-discrete.

in may

wisdom

keeps the kingdom

operating,

there is no debating

in may, spring knows

how the clean-cool wind blows

against the body, the bones,

and time changes-listening on i-phones

decreasing distances-

tablets, screens and clear photo images.

not one verse read

victory can be achieved

if by putting the whole heart into it-

the whole soul into bold battles;

forever focusing the mind

on this digital world-

a world of hand held devices

creating lines of truths or falsities;

shattering spirits,

building up, cutting down;

instigating wars-

changing religious views

and texting life or death,

stirring up waywardness, and

not one verse heard today

is quoted from the true word.

memo-10

if there’s a thousand things

on my mind,

why then does it seems

i have no rhyme?

memo-68

you can swear to stop;

and persuade others you have quit-

throw away or hide the substance,

but, you’ll still have the habit!

everyone is somebody

somebody, somewhere,

proclaiming that, everybody

can be anything-they desire-

a person proclaiming

that there’s a somebody

in everybody and-any-

and anybody, with

can uplift somebody

at anytime, wherever,

and absolutely-

nobody can stop it!

to fly in a flock

one night while i was asleep in bed,

there came a thought of flying in my head-

an emotional fantasy,

with captivating ecstasy,

did inspire me with wings to spread.

i flew to the mansion on high,

it was not how i dreamed i could fly-

i never hesitated,

but,