Don Simmons's Page

Pushed to the edge by reality, yes, these verses will stifle

A revolving door always present...New York City...Vicious Cycle

This a poem about the hardships, and monotony of this age

The world unchanging in its essence...many problems to assuage

Why is our purlieu in such predicaments, the morass so intense?

It seems the Fire has been extinguished; in other words we've acquiesced

Hallways, Alleys, Subway Stations, where the Weak, and Troubled Roam

Considered… Continue

Always swimming against the current, traveling a path that wasn't clean

A Pandora's Box of past experiences...This Is The Life These Eyes Have Seen

I remember when in grade school, sad at home, and fewer friends

In the throes of a troubled childhood..into the abyss this youth descends

Reading, Writing, and some Arithmetic, it was the Three Rs which kept me sane

Yet, in my psyche a storm was raging; nimbostratus, and soaking rain...

By junior high, much more than… Continue

My phalliic organ is throbbing wildy/simply put, I have to skeet

The paper waited for my release, I quickly nutted right on the sheet

I arrange my semen wisely...so that none of it gets wasted

If you really thirst for Knowledge/open your mouth I'll let you taste it

Slowly sliding down your throat, pretty soon you'll be giving birth

Don Poetiq's babies number millions/understand it for what it's worth

People perish from lack of Knowledge...Cerebral Sperm is what you… Continue