The Bond
Just a write reflecting back after my wife passed in May 2011 and the nights my son need comforting...Thank you!
O Keeper Of My Soul
Your 'Hand-Shake' Is As Good As Your --------> WORD
POETRY AND MUSIC
WITHOUT EACH ANOTHER, THEY ARE TRUELY, LIMITED!
To Our Lady Diana
Just my observation
Freedom's Hymn
This is the translation of lyrics to the song, which I have attached for your pleasure!
ODE TO PUFF
I ALWAYS CRIED WHEN MY MOTHER SANG THE LAST VERSE OF PUFF, THE MAGIC DRAGON! THIS IS A NEW BEGINNING!
Shake Off Your Blues (s/c)
REPOSTING for author christian
the bookstore
tommy was the skipper on the tugboat 'whiskey smoke`.. he lived for his two husky dogs and loved his rum and coke.. twenty one and crazy.. I was rougher than the quay.. tommy was like a father.. who saved myself from me.. tommy told a story..
HAPPINESS (Acrostic)
I wish to challenge others to write and post an acrostic on a theme of their choice. I dedicate this challenge to GingerGee.
ATTITUDE.
daily life.....
LOVE AND LIKE
I was asked what is the most powerful...love or like? Surely they are usually linked?
You listen to the heart
You are a billeting once and listen, What does your soul want? We so often don't listen to soul, On a habit hurrying somewhere... We it is so frequent - in desires of t
I Am
This poem was written after I was laying face down in my pillow sobbing I felt a warm hand on my shoulder Yet nobody was there in the room with me The presence of the comforting hand enabled me to spring to my feet and write this poem I felt strongly that this presence was God and came to help me free myself and my children from cohesive abuse... Reflecting on The poem has helped me throughout my life to remember who I am in God... I found this poem to be very powerful when recited live on stage for performance poetry
What I See.......
My lovely wife arranged a Mother's Day event for the less fortunate ............14 single mothers came some with children in tow ............some never have had a Mother's Day and with tears in their eyes they thanked her .....it was really moving ............They were treated with coffee , chocolates , Flowers and a present ............organised by her , funded by her efforts to raise money , driven by her amazing drive to help people and supported by her close knit community ............It was a great day for them ..........For my amazing wife
INDIVIDUALLY SUPREME.....
Many of us have personal goals, and its wonderful when two share becoming a whole.......without expecting one to let their dreams go.....
A SMILE.......
many have been hurt by others, and sadly we have to accept and move on, but if we can smile.....it will make us feel better inside...as well as out....and we can use poetry to vent and move on......
Lighter than air
the lines came to me during an evening walk in the mist .. the lanterns seemed to be hanging in the air
A Different World ..........
So many people have so many unique qualities ....... if only the ignorant opened their eyes
Tempted.........
Hmmm......
Y R
Questions of letters to betters...
Calligraphy
A Hobby of mine
Wasteful life
This is my petit contribution to the competition, inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet # 10, the first line of which I am quoting in this poem. It is about heart being wasted, love shared with no one and deprivation brought to bear upon oneself, denying oneself the only pleasure in life and therefore all the grace possessed by one having been bestowed on him in vain. The gist of the poem is that sharing love with someone is in truth being benevolent, gracious and kind-hearted to oneself in the first place. No one could deny it except for a self-loving man, possessed “with murderous hate” for his own self.
Love Hearted Friends
I was just standing, Outside your door, Wondering if this new love would end a war. My mind floats Long into yesterdays Like the man in a love song I want you. Even with the hurts That memory knows Love heals a wound As a fond heart g
renaissance child
cry out now young mindful progeny we know each, as other knows self be born again of like homogeny symbiotic parallel in and of itself the child is like the man before from deep in loin so procreated what came today from days of yore with k
Thinking it Through
Rushing and hurry busy and scurry to quick to comment just like a torrent words can undo us unless we can stop Thoughtfully ponder the wild blue yonder as issues, and problems stand in your way, what to say? Ponder it slowly, reason i
WITH FREEDOM IN MIND
Andrew...xxx
Little Man
When I was just a tiny lad they found me a new mom and dad Mom was black and dad was white And every day he'd pick a fight Oh no! He hit her twice 'Why dad? When she's so nice Why dad? You knocked her down! Oh dad! You knocked my m
Tribute to World War II Veterans..
Step outside your dwelling if you will.. Scoop up a handful of soil.. and be.. silent If you listen closely you will hear a sound.. The sound of Valor Soliders marching to Victory.. Soliders who stand like a mountain that cannot be
Human Rights
A tribute to those who battle against the foes of liberty..
Answer
Is my answer
The Mixing Pot
Good-will toward all..
Be still
Life is a journey of learning. Looking within and accepting that this place is the place you are meant to be at this part of the journey leaves you free to take the next step.
Walking in the rain
Windows of the morning show a world outside my door weather still is raining seems its been that way before Step outside and see all you can begin to be a life is here to touch again moments in the morning rain Walk along the pier at noo
ragged soul
And when the ragged rolling soul upon this earth made up of moss doth run the journey it begun from early morn to setting sun And tell me what the sum of this of work and pleasure sown in us and still we sense the well is dry locate my purpo
of the field
consider... behold... be...hold... in your hand, gently...delicately stemming from considerations you have regarding the petals, her petals oh the stamen you fragrant pollinator engrained into life bring the scents close right under yo
Candlelight
View the candlelight in her eyes a flame of love burning bright illuminating all when the darkness falls candles in the dark love will bring us closer showing us the way to be one
Rich man
Oh- behold this image upon the upright mirror- The curse of this, the great man: Being ignorant of misery- to build another man's misfortune upon misfortune until curse conceives curse...
RETURN FROM THE DARK SIDE
No matter how deep the hole you are in, how dark it is, maybe the first thing to do is to stop digging....everyone has a future, no matter their past....there is Always a way forward....Believe me...I am living proof......Thankyou for reading.....Andrew...xxx
RACK THE RIPPERS...(SISTER)
LOL....Saw a typo yesterday, and liked it...even though the phrase means nothing at all, thought I would have a go at writing a poem with it....Good excercise....lol.....Andrew...xxx
yesterday,today,tomorrow
days go bye make the best. soon it will be a memmory in front of our eyes.
~black hole~
Infinity. With destiny. That could never be. Where the eye does reflect, a place in space......where meteorites, falling stars, worm holes from here....we can
TO......WRITE!
Inspired by ....Do you REALLY want to write....By Fellsman