Your World
My mate's son has a form of autism..........
Friend
A true friend is a gift.
Ask
If you were to ask me, who are you? Where are you from? What do you do? Have you seen the same things I see? When you dream, what do you see? Can you imagine the things I do? Are you like me? Or am I like YOU?
~Why is this me~
lol we have our life shaping choices eh lol.
Grace Has Taken Me Through!
I Grace is the sustainer of all life on earth Every impulse to breathe, since the moment of birth All thought of goodness and the will to achieve Grace is the Giver of all gifts we receive II Being on this journey, there is much to
on my chest...
the down days....they're not coming. they're here. at my house, in my living room....but moreso, in my heart and mind. oh blah, my wife's oldest kid is hangin' on by a thread. she's eat up with cancer...only age 32. Lyn and Jimmy are in Jersey now.
For Jeddah
She still believes in Living happily ever after. She believes that Knights in shining armour Will kidnap her from Demons and dragons that Disturb and distrupt the World around her. A prayer is said that Asks "Why has this happened? She
contemplation
a soul journey..
TIME IS A TYRANT
Just a little encouragement for a change. Borrowed this title from the thread title of an Indian CS member, for which I am thankful to him.
Heartspeak
I'm here somewhere in the vastness of space Just a heart crying out from a lonely place Other voices I hear in my moment of time Other hearts speak out and touch with mine Only darkness separates us from some glorious sight Perhaps heart ov
Sting the Bee
When trouble swarms all about us When bad words buzz in our ears When we find ourselves in a hive of sorrow When there is no covering from those who would steal our honey Then sting the bee.. With love~
THE HEART OF THE MATTER
a song i wrote about a way we could change this world....am i dreaming..maybe!
sparta
greece matrix of our civilisations..sailors,warriors and thinkers..
Travelling Companions
At Birmingham art gallery and museum for inspiration and found this painting of two travelling companions by Augustus Leopold Egg. painted with victorian moral undertones. also visited the pen museum but decided not to write it with a quill! ps. have uploaded painting to my photos.
Who Fights for Sunshine?
My writing is based on true-life experiences or words, ideas and thoughts seemingly coming out of thin air. So, I call them porason (pronounced po-ray-so). Porasons are blends of loving, learning, laughing and sharing life enhancers...a.k.a "keeping hearts fed".
FREE
The best things in life are often free Like sitting on the porch sipping ice tea Or watching a frisky squirrel playing in a tree These are the moments that are precious to me Watching a cat stalking a bird And all the sounds of nature that can b
The Journey
Upon this Mountain’s edge serene Overlooking the view of a span of life Fear not the fall sit close to the edge For the view is not what It seems The pains, and the glory, and the undreampt strife The regrets, the mask, the sincere pledge
~They say~
the joys and the understandings of getting old, dedicated to a good friend and the ups and downs that belong.
Don't take life for granted
Only the good LORD knows the hour and the day we will be taken away HE is the only one that knows how long we get to stay So let your loved ones know that you love them each and every day For how ever long you get to stay kiss them and hug them o
Wonderful Day
Sitting on the porch soaking up the sun at midafternoon, not to hot nor to cold with a gentle breeze passing across my face, and through my hair. Day after day I put in my hours in this working world that I inhabit so when the day that I have to mys
I'M SO ALONE
This is a dedication to our dear friends who leave this corner and never come back, some of them even take their poems with them, depriving us of the pleasure of reading their treasures; this is also about loneliness in general – everybody knows what I mean ... To whom it may concern I wish to fill in that gaping wound in their heart the sooner the better!
Who could deny oneself such love?!
I have translated the poem/lyrics put to music, added two links: one to the song performed by Alla Pugacheva and the other - to karaoke. Enjoy the song and follow the lines simultaneously. Have a good time!
Civil War
I will be very interested to hear your views on this. I wrote it at a time that I was feeling very close to suicidal, I felt at times that I was schyzophrenic, the dark half and the good. The first part, the main body of the poem, is my dark half tormenting me, the riposte is my stronger, good side rising up in a desperate final struggle for dominance over my psychology. This is a seriously dark poem, about my own internal conflict. I felt I had betrayed my children, and abused my ex wife. But that was not the case, and I am very pleased to say that my dark side has been banished. Please comment, this poem is a victory of good over evil, in my own, very personal, civil war.
Wisp me sweet..
A whimsical thang..lol.
Don't try..
Don't try to change me, Love me how I am, I am just a piece from this Big universe,I am unique in my way. Let me be how I am, Because this is the miracle, All we have something special, Let me be myself.
In the moment
A song I should finish? A song was on, had some lyrics similar to the first stanza I wrote, I went with it from there.
finding her soul.....
nobody knows what she is holding back.......... wearing the same makeup she had on yesterday............ she hides the pain with a makeup mask................ nobody knows nobody knows the pain she is holding back............ she is a mas
keep it simple
a poem i wrote while in the state of mourning..the loss of a loved one,most poems i write are emotionaly driven,...this one just happens to be about how i live my own life...my motto.
To See
Sometimes a picture is not as it seems. If you stand to close it can look like globs of paint just splashed hither and dither. Step back and it can be mountains and sky and sea. It seems like people can be a whole lot like the painting. Stand to
Halcyon
When I was ten or eleven and Mom and Dad said they were sorry but they couldn't afford to buy that musical instrument for me for Christmas and to not get my hopes up too high but there it was under tree all shiny and polished That day many
Above
Where energy exist, there is life. Where energy exist, there is love. Where energy exist, there is evil. God; universal source of all life, gave us the free will to choose. How can God; consist of both; positive and negative energy, unless
Another Day
My soul is on onwards and upwards flight past dancing particles motes of bright parting the clouds of deepest night seeking its path of searing light though rejection may wait through every door I sense much more I must endure though others rip
No Chains To Shackle Me
There will be no chains to shackle me. I am like the blowing wind. I can be a nice calm day. Or a storm that is on its way. But I will run free. I come from the time of peace and love. And you were old if you were thirty or above. A time w
Never ending circle joined!
Birth, life and death.........Andrew......xxx
Nature's Calm
This poem is under my © Copyright 1999-2010 by HMc . . I Wrote this piece after a Blizzard, While I watched how the attitudes of people became kinder, calmer, and more caring after a snow storm . . Your grumpy neighbor comes out, smiles, and he/she gladly helps you clear the snow from your driveway . . . yet on a sunny day he would be his/her grumpy neighbor self . . . An Amazing thing, Snow!. . I wonder if in a place where it snows quite frequently, if it has the same affect, as in places where it doesn't snow as often. ? . . . Be Blessed Always Everybody and thank you again for your reading my work.
Idea
justme...and some thoughts
points to ponder
what a great day!
A POETS LIFE
A POETS LIFE STEPHEN DUNNE THE LIFE OF A POET, ALTHOUGH MOST WON’T KNOW IT, IS ONE OF FOREVER THOUGHT THINKING OF LINES, A THOUSAND TIMES, THAT NEVER SEEM TO SAY IT FEELINGS THAT SEEM WORTHLESS, AND ALMOST ENDLESS, OCCUR AGAIN AND AGAIN
Water
..brilliand mind..dunne..water.
Shades of Light
I sit amidst the rubble of damaged, broken things future gasps aloud with harsh words, arrows, slings I wear shredded rags of suffering pinned across my chest Pain clutches my soul possessively like an old familiar vest mists of doubts and loss h
you only asked me 3?
just a thought
contrast
when you reach a point, it's the gray that matters ;-)