I am a mountain.
From the heavens joy spirit and soul I am my own mountain and today i stand over everest If i were to laugh it would seem like thunder I could conjure a mighty wind from a single sigh And flood the world with my tears But i am not in mournin
A delicate balance.
Not too sure if this is the right category....
Dont know how....
I dont know how or why but you inspire me every time you make me write and breath..... just a single word from your lips.... can turn my world my day and night my soul was looking for yours tonight....! **************************** You was
Morgen magic challenge.........
this is for Morgen ...........
Cause and Effect
A friend inspired this in me by sending me a book called "The Butterfly Effect".
Mystery of Shadow. . . .
dedicated to Linda for giving me this school of thought about shadows
Do You Want To Punish Me?
You Always Knew What I wanted To... Experience To... Know Down Deep I felt your pull Pushing me forward As my ravenous instinct Led me along the path I chose To exactly when... And to where... Until... I couldn’t let g
I Dreamed I Was Dying Last Night
People do see dreams, sometimes spooky ones, poets are no exception. Just a little translation from Georgian poet for your pleasure, my dears!
Your seeds of greatness
I have been called by the spirit of love to give you this message.. What I have created in you I shall complete You are not your own but the work of my hands No man can take from you what I have put in you and the work of my hands shall not r
A new dawn a new day
I can't see beyond my feet Cold air whispers amongst the tall grass Beyond the tall whispering blades endless darkness The world shadows the moon from casting a light As the night aproaches day the air becomes still No whispers now just sil
Journey Of Life
When I’m rich I will be happy So many times I’ve heard that said In the mansion on the hillside Gazing out to the sea below Driving round in my Ferrari Dining on the finest of fare People staring at me with eyes of envy Then I’ll know I’ve g
Kenshin Himura
This poem form is called Dodoitsu. The Dodoitsu is a fixed folk song form of Japanese origin and is often about love or humor. It has 26 syllables made of four lines of 7, 7, 7, 5 syllables respectively. It is unrhymed and non-metrical. """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" Kenshin is a former legendary assassin known as " Hitokiri Battosa. (rendered as Battousai the Manslayer.a wandering samurai, now wielding a sakabato (??? ? , lit. "reverse-blade sword"), a katana that has the cutting edge on the inwardly curved side of the sword, thus being nearly incapable of killing. Kenshin practices the Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu (????? ? , lit. "Flying Heaven Honorable Sword Style"), a fictional ancient sword art which can be based on Battojutsu, that enables him to exercise superhuman speed and reflexes , study and predict his opponent's movements in battle, as well as perform many powerful sword techniques
Happiness...
Happiness comes from simple things, Happines comes froma simple smile And a simple touch. Happiness comes from a good word And a lovely hug. Happiness comes from everything And simple things.
Death is Birth
To be loved and to love like the moon and the wave is what I always wish 'cause there lies the bliss. The sun goes down in the west serving the world to its best and not once does it regret for the bliss is its secret. Make merry , make m
An Answer!
It's been a long time since I wrote anything and maybe this doesn't resonate with anything that makes sense but I just wrote what I was feeling in the moment.
NEED TO TOUCH
new beginnings
Arrows
The distance between who I am and who I want to be is separated only by my actions, my words, and my target.
SIGNPOSTS OF LIFE
so many times we waste effort on what could have been.....missing opportunity of NOW
CHARACTER GUEST
to yourself be true....
Harley and Me...........
I had two different friends that had the same passion for riding and owning Harley Davidson motorcycles..........one I watched as he rebuilt his bike after being cleaned up by a cane harvester and losing his leg in the process but not to be deterred rode that bike again ......the other saved cent by cent over a 14 month period to buy the bike of his dreams.........each time I bumped into him he shared his counting with me ......it saddened me to hear he had also lost his leg in an accident and I am certain had I run into him again I am sure he would have been counting again ............
PEACE TALKS
"Knock, knock, peace here. Can I please pull up a chair? I would like to chat a bit. You look tired please sit. I know you have been searching for me.. It has been a tiring search I can see But you searched the wrong places You were looking
SUNNY DATE
In NZ....we still expect late frost and even some snow in the south, but in North Island, we are aware of warmer weather......now officially into spring....
Marking Time....
People only see, what they want to see Hear what they want, even when keys Truth and common-sense, point the way Ignorance suits, for a few more days. Over time the truth, filters through Emotional outcomes, strengthen clues Life goes on, gra
Mind Concerto
With one precise wave of the baton the Oboe starts playing a single melody beautiful notes flowing upwards, fluttering downwards reverently renders on the last note well-balanced diaphragm for soft and loud tunes before the final note disappears
No title.
Like a feather in the breeze ,where shadows darkened clouds in sight Weighed down footprints now just imprints of a tormented soul Free of the chains where love was a fight, Light is my love the goal , By k,f. P
Just Be You
Often times we strive to reach the stars, but I have learned that if I focus on just being who I am, the star will reach for me.
A Hug Today
I was inspired by a similar poem, " A Hug" by an author unknown some time ago. I love affection and it makes such a difference, especially to those who are rarely touched in this world- such as those living on the streets.
Believe
Faith moves mountains
How I Write A Poem
I take an idea Elusive thoughts, That I am thinking Try to nail them to the page Tear the sentences asunder Write them down, look and wonder At the emotion That they convey Is that the feeling Are all the words, revealing Just what I h
When I Look At You
I wrote this poem about how certain qualities in people can touch our hearts and souls in ways we never thought possible and this is about a person in my life that has sadly passed away but they showed me many beautiful things from within their own soul and heart that left a lasting and profound impression on me that has never left me
SECOND CHANCES
Quite often in life, the timing isn't....'just right.' Second Chances.......are so important......sometimes comes with risk...
Reaching Out.......
just expressing some thoughts ......helps me deal with things while Kathy is visiting her family in NZ
A Dog's Heart
I believe GOD created dogs to teach us how to love!
I travel with no ship nor sail
Defines aspects of my perspective within life, limiting the scale of it all down to a single moment in time where I can view it all from up close while still seeing the whole picture. Lastly; In Lak'ech : I am you, and You are me It's a Mayan greeting which would be said to all things as a sort of vague yet understanding form of hello.
Bad Buoy (Really?)
Sweet all gone now. Better person. Greater Life
Joining Poetry Dots....
I used to be amazed how people could read different things from a single poem........somehow that has recenty changed.......so I guess usually we join our own dots to the meanings of some......
TO FORGIVE....
we have all been affected by someone elses actions......whether intentional or not....it takes time to feel strong again....ablle to forgive....
TWO LEGGED RATS
WE ALL KNOW THEM. YOU CALL THEM FRIENDS BUT THEY TALK BEHIND YOUR BACK! TIME TO DITCH THEM!
LEONARD NIMOY (SPOCK)
I HOPE, THIS WILL BE; A FITTING TRIBUTE, TO A GREAT MAN!
To Be
My biggest betrayal to myself is Holding onto an old belief That I won’t succeed That I’ll fail miserably. That I’ll waste time trying but never accomplish much before dying. That I’ll quit while I’m still climbing and the whole thing will
Strange world
It's about strange world, how twisted and complicated life is but at the same time life is very simple and we just have to take very lightly, don't get twisted, make it simple.
Present tense
Pondering...