THE PRIZE
An imaginary conversation to me, not advice of any kind...lol...Andrew...xxx
NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE
from dreamweaver the poems, written some time ago, thought I would like to post it.....Andrew...xxx
live your own life!
an expression of some conversations I've had with people over the years that are choked in their life by someone close. That chooses not to give people their space. Probably due to no self passion in their life.
BEYOND THE EDGE
Inspired by a line in bentlee's poem "To Be On The Edge".....Thankyou my friend....Andrew
Love and Lace
What can I give to the break of dawn that it lacks of a brighter morn Where lack the gifts to the blackest night that a million stars adorn How has my hand held the sun and moon and kept them in their place By wisdoms joy has this heavenly
WHITE PICKET FENCE
John 14:2 King James Version (KJV) 2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
POETRY AND PROSE
As a child, growing up, most of the poems I learned at school were of the traditional type. Memorizing and reciting them, which I enjoyed, were part of the learning exercise. Free verse, a modern form of poetry, was a new experience for me. Over the years, I jotted down some of my thoughts on things, especially, on Nature topics. I always considered such writings to be prose. It was only after I learned of free verse, that I saw that they could also be viewed as poetry with a slight variation in the line layout to create a sense of metre. I referred to such writing as poetic prose and labelled some of my earlier poems as such.
MY INNER ME
YOU CANNOT SUCCEED WITHOUT CONTACTING YOUR INNER SELF I CUDDLE UP WITH MY FAVORITE BEVERAGE, AND DISCUSS EVENTS OF THE DAY. MY INNNNER SELF GIVES ME SOME GREAT SUGGESTIONS!
peace
so much hurt in our poor world if only with words we could heal and bring friendship to all countries and races
She waters my dreams
I'm still a seedling pushing toward her loving light hungering as a suckling babe.. I must be born and then reborn into the womb of her love She is the milk of desire She is the strength of my bones She is the mother of my soul
Something.....For the weekend (Please add to!)
Sorry to have been away again....I had to move house and my computer died....but all good again now, I missed you all.... Anyway....would anyone like to write the next verse to this little story?...It might be interesting to see where it goes....lol...Give it a go....Andrew...xxx
SCREAM!
The Scream....A picture by Edvard Munch, on view at Southerby's London this week prior to being sold, one of four. A picture I have seen once and to be honest was that disturbing to me that I never want to see it again, none the less an undisputed work of genius. Andrew...xxx
Somehow I'll know
A grand impression of sorts...
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
Family Tree
Sunday morning poem...Thanks for reading. Happy Sunday!
Albatross
my favourite piece of music has always been Fleetwood Mac's Albatross it is so hauntingly beautiful It sends me every time I listen to it. Its one of the pieces of music I have told my family I want played when my time comes
Chrysalis
Growth and change occurring... bringing things exciting. (Hi everyone, I missed you all so just thought I'd pop in for a while......
Dreams 5 7 5
just popped out..
Be strong
It was written to a friend sometime back...just thought of sharing.
If I
Just learned today that a dear friend passed away this month. RIP - I know you are with God now as I knew you had a great faith. Original statement: A friend of mine's mother passed away yesterday morning - this poem just came to me tonight.
Look out..........
Hmm too much tv he he ........
final poem
this is my last thing ill ever write because someone wants to me my poems are crap no one realy like them anyways so at
~groomin ghosts~
In conversation, a friend mentioned to me about writing along the line of how people can be so harsh to others through bullying, gossiping and just plain disrespect and or jealousy of others.
Poetry Rodeo (Let's See If You Can Rhyme Like Me)
Competing in a Cowboy Poetry event recently. I took second place. :)
I'll Choose Happiness..
Something inspirational for a pleasant change..
~my truth~
:) try it an see if it fits!
~Six Sided Thoughts~
A little mind puzzle:)
FOUR RIDE OUT
Inspired by a poem I saw earlier about how careless mankind are being with our world.......Andrew......xxx
TWILIGHT
Shady thoughts.......lol.....xxx
LIFE'S A TRIP
This is an older Poem of mine. I wrote this one many years ago, by candlelight. The power was out, it was winter, and very, very cold. We had just finished telling stories to each other. Stories of how these hard times, would be so much better one day in the future. Well, My 3 (angels)children then fell asleep beside me, on the couch. We all were under a big blanket to keep us warm. I remember that they looked so very sweet when they were sleeping. The oldest girl asleep, leaning against me, my middle girl asleep, leaning on the oldest, and my baby boy, asleep, leaned against her. Like cute little sleeping dominos. Anyway, I wrote this one that night, while being the biggest domino. . . . LOL . . I hope that you all enjoy it. (warm smile) and Be Blessed Always.
Enemy Mine
Andrew......xxx
Tribute to the apostle Paul
The young aspiring poet waited patiently outside the prison cell, and listened to the muffled voice of the Roman guard making the quiet reguest to the aged apostle. Moments later, the guard stepped outside the cell and remarked to the young poet, 'Pa
The Game
A metaphor of life's stages of development in this new virtual-reality era.
This life..
This life is too short To hate each other This life is too short For many tears and pain. This life is too short For so many wars and diseases. This life is too short Without love and happiness. This life is too short For crimes and r
No Time...
Don't put off until tomorrow, what you can do today..
~on the chairs edge~
A thank you to a special person who woke the writing up in me again.
Stairs
There is something that I can tell about each of my poems - life is so simple but so hardly understandable Iiris
When..........
Ahhhhhh.........Heaven!........lol......Andrew......xxx
CS Poets..
You are my poetry my CS friends.. My words mean nothing if to you I do not send.. My thoughts would fly to the wind had you not snatched them in your hand.. You are my receiving hearts in this magical cyber land..
The Poets Voice
Dedicated to the poetic spirit of all the poets here
A Natural Healer.....
feeling sad.....Christchurch NZ.
THE BIG BANG
Just food for thought. As my friends on here know I believe in God and not in coincidence.