Let those scars take second place
Hi Guys, Not been on here for a long time and those that know me it usually is once in a blue moon when I want to empty some thoughts. Never sit and wait for something that only you control. You must appreciate what has been, what is now and what is ahead. Dont let past experiences stop you on your journey. Take chances. Thank you
Self-Portrait
A little about me..Thanks for perusing my humble verse!
Blue eyes heros .... (For Mintaka)
Ive read your comment, poem and profile something compels me beyond my understanding nor knowledge. ...and I am bound by emotions and inspired to compose this poem for you.....I dedicate this poem to you and if I've offended you in any way with this ....I seek your forgiveness ....God bless .Thank u
Decide
Make up your mind, even if you're wrong.
All Is Not Lost
Never quit, never give up, there is always hope no matter how bad things get.
Reflections
We are never broken We are the mystery Which can never be spoken Open. Open to the outermost extents Take it all in "As It Is" And realize its gifts Listen. A universal whisper about where you have always been Landslide beneath the surface
seeking sanity.........
it must be difficult to be that famous ....even in another country still widely recognised ......Mr Beckham looking at life from a different perspective
Delighted
A man sought advice on how to stop self-blame - Self-blame became the device that destroyed the life that was his to claim- From a lucent old fool who was said to be a guiding light That illuminates potential to within your sight. “Welcome fri
Kata
a system of individual training exercises for practitioners of karate and other martial arts. an individual training exercise in karate and other matial arts. plural noun: katas A poem I wrote some years ago..Dedicated to the spirit of American Kenpo and the late Grandmaster Ed Parker...
THE CROCODILE HUNTER
Originally written in March 2007.... I wrote what I'm sure others would concur with! Tweaked 9/13/17 It would be cool if someone in his family saw this!
Biloxi
A tribute to my hometown..Thanks for reading!! Included is an actual picture of Biloxi, Mississippi..
And
Just thought I would write something
Life is too short
Life is too short to waste any amount of time on wondering what other people think about you
Until now..... (Dedicated to Dwayne420)
this is the inspired word from reading his untitled poem so it's fitting credit is given for this work of mine. its my version of what he transpire and from my heart I thank you .....
Alive and well
This morning as I walked I closed my eyes turned my face into the wind swept along in an invisible ocean of exultation s
You're Good
It's Really Good To Have God On Your Side
May You Glitter World
This poem is all unknown for written,whom did myself just saw once,when she was waiting for hire of vehicle,and just stared little....
Decision
It's never to late to make a decision.
C versus D
Kathy's mate has just had a mastectomy......i admire her will to change nothing in her life that gives her joy .....for 'D'
Do right to love
This poem is for one such all,once you see and found in yeh,she is one who can wipe all the your vain you till living with.......
The breath of life.
A FEW LINES TO EXPRESS THE GIFT OF LIFE IS OURS TO MAKE THE MOST OF IT AND NOT RELY ON FALSE PROMISES.
West towards New Orleans
Pictures are of actual sunsets in my hometown here in Biloxi, Mississippi..
Your strengths
I was a bit down being alone, then decided to look for encouraging words. That is what I found.
SEARCHING
Never give up the search (or Hope. I felt it........... Tweaked 8/23/17 10/5/17 2007...updated 2014/29/05
Today
This poem is about my journey to become who I have always been and always have meant to be Me.
POETRY
Poetry...Let it go Let it flow.
I Say....
I love Gibran, I often wish I could meet him at the Coffee Shop at the Edge of the Universe. Who knows maybe someday...
SEEK AND YOU WILL FIND
I wrote this poem not long after my husband died.
If only did I know...
In response to the challenge posed several weeks ago. This poem written by a modern Georgian poetess popped up in a recently published almanac. It was such a perfect fit to the challenge that I couldn’t resist temptation to translate it for this occasion. The lady poetess did what I was supposed to do – she did my thinking while I tried my best to translate her poem as close to the original as I could.
Love Hate Thee Tears
This is the poem written for the respect of love,i did feel in my heart,when although for a little period,one did excepted as i was same.
Games
Life urban style.poetry street inspired experiences.
Paradise Mocks…
A little excerpt from my latest biographical book I'm working on titled, for the moment anyway, 'The Gift'...
flying in my dream
Drift with the seagull following the eagle with my magnified eye because he is high in the sky Follow to Canada and meet all the geese then drift to the east Owls feathers like fleece Turning thier heads all the way to the west land on
Who Are We?
Who are the Poets after all- But a people without whom we would have to confront the void in our own echoing hearts? the symbol of our phoenix yearning to rise on the ashes of death? Who are the Poets after all- But people of a dream movi
Live The Dream
This is actually a song I wrote which i play guitar to.It just came out in about 20 minutes,and was inspired by my girl and the trauma we faced after i was involved in a very bad road accident.Basically i was hospitalised for 5 months and suffered brain injury.Every day for 5 month she came to hoepital to see me,which now when i think was very commendable.I wrote this song when we were still together,we have now broke up unfortunately due to my bad temper and boredom of not being in work no more.Having never had nothing,its a song that argues against having guilt,by way of the promise of an insurance payout of which i still await,at the time money didnt matter i was so screwed up with brain injury. To this day i still an odd time sing and play this song,i dedicate it to JJ x
"Price"
Keep looking down and you don’t see the chances you miss. Forever you will be holding on to a wish. Make the most of today. Foul emotions may make you sway but bad times never stay. Everyone have a finite existence, a set number of days. Live li
~Forks on the road~
I got to thinking tonight about how so many people keep making the same pained mistakes in their life, if only they could come out of the box, if only for a minute to see.............
Poet to Poet 5-10-14
Some of you have asked Who the "Poet" is in these entries, "Poet" is one of several different Poets/or just myself- just depends on what I say. Sometimes it's easier to plead the 5th :)
Love welcome world
10/05/2014
Poet to Poet 5-9-14
Poet to Poet- Journal Entry 5-9-14 morning saturday early I feel sinister almost all the time, poet, like trespassing inside their minds like photographing them behind the shades like traveling beyond where things are safe
Color
One day.... I woke up and stared into the gray Gray skies.... Gray of my memory...Gray of my mirror And I too felt gray, But then outside the window I heard a flutter I pulled the shade to see So beautiful A hummingbird Didn't seem so gray
To thy Celtic Lady on a Journey with No End
I once knew, and still know, this woman, not only known as Lady, but a true lady of the word, in every aspect. I guess I was just, one of the lucky ones, and privileged ones, to see how true love, from someone's heart, can make everyone