Something's missing?!
After reading the article attached: living in spotlight may be disturbing, and in a fabulous career (maybe too fabulous) and glamorous life (maybe too glamorous) there must be something important missing… Thank you, dear poets.
Alive and well
This morning as I walked I closed my eyes turned my face into the wind swept along in an invisible ocean of exultation s
Your strengths
I was a bit down being alone, then decided to look for encouraging words. That is what I found.
Decision
It's never to late to make a decision.
The breath of life.
A FEW LINES TO EXPRESS THE GIFT OF LIFE IS OURS TO MAKE THE MOST OF IT AND NOT RELY ON FALSE PROMISES.
May You Glitter World
This poem is all unknown for written,whom did myself just saw once,when she was waiting for hire of vehicle,and just stared little....
C versus D
Kathy's mate has just had a mastectomy......i admire her will to change nothing in her life that gives her joy .....for 'D'
Do right to love
This poem is for one such all,once you see and found in yeh,she is one who can wipe all the your vain you till living with.......
going going gone.................cafetwo challenge
hope you don't mind me jumping in on this challenge Cafte..........
West towards New Orleans
Pictures are of actual sunsets in my hometown here in Biloxi, Mississippi..
Today
This poem is about my journey to become who I have always been and always have meant to be Me.
SEARCHING
Never give up the search (or Hope. I felt it........... Tweaked 8/23/17 10/5/17 2007...updated 2014/29/05
I Say....
I love Gibran, I often wish I could meet him at the Coffee Shop at the Edge of the Universe. Who knows maybe someday...
Paradise Mocks…
A little excerpt from my latest biographical book I'm working on titled, for the moment anyway, 'The Gift'...
SEEK AND YOU WILL FIND
I wrote this poem not long after my husband died.
Color
One day.... I woke up and stared into the gray Gray skies.... Gray of my memory...Gray of my mirror And I too felt gray, But then outside the window I heard a flutter I pulled the shade to see So beautiful A hummingbird Didn't seem so gray
Love Hate Thee Tears
This is the poem written for the respect of love,i did feel in my heart,when although for a little period,one did excepted as i was same.
Games
Life urban style.poetry street inspired experiences.
Ode to Poet's Corner
still not the drums from distant hedge they call to us of prose and pen and gather we as twilight sighs no longer but words but face meeting eyes and strip from your flesh your veils of cloth and naked stand your passions sought fe
flying in my dream
Drift with the seagull following the eagle with my magnified eye because he is high in the sky Follow to Canada and meet all the geese then drift to the east Owls feathers like fleece Turning thier heads all the way to the west land on
Who Are We?
Who are the Poets after all- But a people without whom we would have to confront the void in our own echoing hearts? the symbol of our phoenix yearning to rise on the ashes of death? Who are the Poets after all- But people of a dream movi
KSENIYA SIMONOVA - ACROSTIC TRIBUTE
Impressive feat being the first Ukrainian Got Talent champion but more so for her gentle nature and humility...giving the glory to God instead of her own abilities...and for having a heart...a giving heart to those in need...
Depression
She was depressed She had no way out She's been through it all.. She's been laughed at Put down Run down Used Abused High jacked Jacked up Told she could Never Would never: Stack up Measure up Get up Shake it off Put it down
Live The Dream
This is actually a song I wrote which i play guitar to.It just came out in about 20 minutes,and was inspired by my girl and the trauma we faced after i was involved in a very bad road accident.Basically i was hospitalised for 5 months and suffered brain injury.Every day for 5 month she came to hoepital to see me,which now when i think was very commendable.I wrote this song when we were still together,we have now broke up unfortunately due to my bad temper and boredom of not being in work no more.Having never had nothing,its a song that argues against having guilt,by way of the promise of an insurance payout of which i still await,at the time money didnt matter i was so screwed up with brain injury. To this day i still an odd time sing and play this song,i dedicate it to JJ x
Wake Up
a play on the sleep-dream theme...
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
Love welcome world
10/05/2014
"Price"
Keep looking down and you don’t see the chances you miss. Forever you will be holding on to a wish. Make the most of today. Foul emotions may make you sway but bad times never stay. Everyone have a finite existence, a set number of days. Live li
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
~Forks on the road~
I got to thinking tonight about how so many people keep making the same pained mistakes in their life, if only they could come out of the box, if only for a minute to see.............
Poet to Poet 5-9-14
Poet to Poet- Journal Entry 5-9-14 morning saturday early I feel sinister almost all the time, poet, like trespassing inside their minds like photographing them behind the shades like traveling beyond where things are safe
Poet to Poet 5-10-14
Some of you have asked Who the "Poet" is in these entries, "Poet" is one of several different Poets/or just myself- just depends on what I say. Sometimes it's easier to plead the 5th :)
TIME!
This Poem is about the Progression of Life, Love and Refuge!
Poet to Poet- 5-5-14
Poet to Poet - Journal Entry 5-5-14 evening/ missing you/ dear poet/ the jazz sounds so beautiful ....... and the candlelight throws such a beautiful light upon things ..... quiet and peaceful ........ a time to be thought
Poet to Poet 5-3-14
Poet to Poet- Journal Entry 5-3-14 Dawn graces us/ Hot Coffee & burnt toast fills the air Poet, It's daylight now, The nights seem so endless sometimes. Yet, here at the CoffeeShop at the Edge of
MEMORIES
All couples worry over the big things in life.Like how an if the bills get paid.Bv at lifes end its the small things that matter.A kiss,a touch,a gental hand even a smile thats going to be missed an will only matter.In one word.MEMORIES..
~refract~
inner peace can never be bought, only found within.
Freedom
Freedom You started to climb the mountaintop, The highest in the world. The air is thin, Your breath seems short, The struggle of getting there. But once on top, You can't believe, How breathtaking it's become. The trees are in abundance
Sun of Hope
The graceful Sun Shining with its beauty Brings hope to the world Shining in the darkest of times Giving those without hope, A light so gorgeous and pure That can warm the heart With a single touch To bring those who are down Into the light,
Joy of Laughter
Laughter is a beautiful thing It brings happiness and joy to the world Giving the world a great and loving beacon of life That can make any person smile Its like the sounds of an awakening morning That brings life the the day As the sunrise bri
Hope is the think with feathers
Hope is the think with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all. And sweetest in the gale is herad; And sore must be the storm That could bash the little bird That kept so many warm.
Family Tree
Sunday morning poem...Thanks for reading. Happy Sunday!