Life’s Happy Song
Disappointment is like a slumber where a lot of us take a long rest. But today i got the grace and strength to move from that place called defeat And move forward to the beat of a happy sound.
The Beat goes on
Be good to people
Life is what you make it...
Life reflections...
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......
FREEDOM
we are products of genes and nurturing, but which parent I favour......a little bit of both...but nature refreshes me as a city wears me down...... balance
BOOKS......
the gift ....... reading
TO ESCAPE......
all are different.........judgement not required...just being ourselve....always unique
how far can I go
Written just like that in the last 5 minutes, a random thought
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.....
Tears
this poem was wrote when i had few minutes chill out time ...
HUMAN LANDMINES.......
It can happen so easily, when we realize another is pushing our buttons........
Gimlets
Reflections on Faith and Fate.
Let's ride
glimpse of prose, reckon there's a story in there. If you've ever ridden a motorcycle you will know..
POETRY
Poetry...Let it go Let it flow.
Karen Beauregard
After my ex I hope this person is where my heart was going. (I don't know what my style is considered, plz leave a comment so I know.)
WINGS OF THE UNIVERSE.
special secret messages, carried by a night sky.....
SUNNY and CHILLY SMILES
even on a bleak cold winters day, sparkling sunshine....can lift spirits....just like a smile
The storm
Surviving the storm
Angel
Just listened to the song in a Russian movie and decided to share with you my translation of the lyrics (poem by Alexander Smirnov, composer Igor Shcherbakov) and a video with the song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kRB6oACHM0 Thank you!
I Am He
Was re-reading and found spelling errors sorry....its about transition and healing........... i hope you like the change of pace! thank you. Happy as always for comments
The crooked path......
hi most of the things i write are a bit dark maybe, does not always start of like that but after 8 years of tough times no wonder lolol but hey if just one person can relate or understand where i am coming from with a single line then i am happy! please feel free to comment good or not so good.........
In the Heart of Demons
about self change and believe in sort of a weird way,how we struggle with our inner self? you decide and let me know......
The flip-side........
about choices how we see ourelves and chose to be, i still find it confusing and i wrote it, never quite sure what i am trying to say............ your comments are welcome!
Sleepless.
Sleepless tonight. Thunder crashes and rumbles as the rain patters against my window. On nights like this, I often think of you. Maybe you are awake in this tumultuous storm, too? We stumble through this life so unaware, taking love and living for gr
~On the edge~
nothing more, nothing less, simple thought expressed here
~is it time yet~
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bKwRW0l-Qk big screen and get your volume where u love it.
At the Crossroads
This is a poem of the turmoil that every human being faces. Many subconsciously face these feelings, and drown their guilt and pain through intoxication and other addictive measures. The second part of the poem shows Jesus' compassion to all and that He cares about us in what we go through. He is ready and willing to receive us and save us if we will lay our sins at His feet in repentance.
The Music We Make
Listen to your heart. Acknowledge what u hear. Speak to the winds, the grass, rain which is near. Everything that grows has secrets to tell you, you know.... And you to it....
Untitled Poem for Monday, May 8, 20017
Untitled Poem.
faint breeze
Solitude the open beach calls To walk for miles The statues hide upon the sands Tetherd where they stand Thier metal bodies glint in the twilight dusk Motionless tetherd they stand They watch and wait ships pass by to journeys far The
~Train of Thought~
Freights on board Distant on track Wigwags at will Blinking still Lights Stories unfold upon the listened that see One box at a time Upon cast, those steel wheel's. Cans of spray ............. Extent-tual thought ....... A rolling by c
~How my writing name came to be~
S/hit I was so embarrassed All them years A middle name, of Bentley How dare my folks I'd not even peep a hint of the name For my inner self thought Was sure to be slain Came to a place a long time ago Where a, mindset Could be trade
~Babbling Brook~
Strength of your soul..............Inspired by a lady called "Winds of change"
The Journey
The journey is within No time, No space Just a simple picture to embrace, trace, chase, Or even try to erase. Dreaming of heaven in a separate place, Above When push comes to shove It's all within You...My Love...
Hope From The Streets.............
A lad from the streets of Auckland now living in Melbourne............Looking for a way to help support his family left one judge speechless with tears in her eyes...............Her only comment " You were born to do this ".........He learnt the piano in three months self taught No U Tube to deliver this song..........absolutely amazing
INNOCENCE
Watching a child play ......deep in their fantasy world......
A few extra pounds
A few extra pounds weighed heavy on her mind But her electrifying smile was one of a kind The other girls in the office could swish and sway They thought slim and slender would win the day But their pride was hurt when that man walked in A
Today
Every day is a blessing, to keep going.
Delivery
The day, the gambler
The writers scene
Good feel.
Burnt Out Old Lover
A burn't out old lover I Though I've still a spark of chemistry. I'm still able but lack the will Disillusioned and lonely still. At least my poetry isn't fake Although I may be an old rake. Many women I have known Through a heart that I've
EVERY SKY IS A NEW SKY
Blowing through heaven and earth, and in our hearts and the heart of every living thing, is a gigantic breath—a great Cry—which we call God. Plant life wished to continue its motionless sleep next to stagnant water, but the Cry leaped up within it and violently shook its roots: “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Had the tree been able to think and judge, it would have cried, “I don’t want to. What are you urging me to do! You are demanding the impossible! But the Cry, without pity, kept shaking its roots and shouting, “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Animals appeared--worms--making themselves at home in water and mud. "We're just fine here," they said... But the terrible Cry hammered itself pitilessly into their loins. "Leave the mud, stand up, give birth to your betters!"... And lo! after thousands of eons, man emerged, trembling on his still unsolid legs... He has been fighting, again for thousands of eons, to draw himself, like a sword, out of his animalistic scabbard. He is also fighting--this is his new struggle--to draw himself out of his human scabbard. Man calls in despair, "Where can I go? I have reached the pinnacle, beyond is the abyss." And the Cry answers, "I am beyond. Stand up!" -Kazantzakis