Dreams of the junk collector
"Dreams of the junk collector" is a sequel to "The junk collector`s bedtime story." It describes in more detail about a favorite American pastime.During the heavy rains of 2011,the areas surrounding Chicago experienced severe flooded streets and basements.The next day,people were throwing stuff out and transformed the town where I live into a picker`s paradise.That was in July,during my vacation! When I returned to work,my colleagues asked me where I went on vacation. I replied with "Nowhere,really." All I had to do was just drive around town and fill up the van with whatever good stuff I could find.I could not fill it up fast enough. Now,that`s my idea of a good time!
Tribute to Morgan
Who keeps us smiling with with a thousand stories and one? Whom do the maidens choose as the knight to be won Who keeps the heart alive in his every written poem Why do the ladies sit weeping by the phone It is the one who keeps us poets alw
A Tuesday (wrote this 10 min, maybe it shows)
Bored sitting in a library. Love the challenge to write something on the fly. So if you ladies want me to write a song about you let me know.
Glebe house gallery
take a walk through glebe house gallery county donegal ireland this i was asked to write to go on the wall of the gallery
Departure
I Departure is there without an end which takes away from us our friend, who is not less than a guide; for him we feel pride. We express to him our gratitude, being inspired by his positive attitude. II A blossom only bloo
precious .........
time is moving way to fast ...need to put the brakes on he he
Gardens
Received this in the email, and thought it was great. So true, too.
Fear
"Fear is not real. The only place that fear can exist is in our thoughts of the future. It is a product of our imagination, causing us to fear things that do not at present and may not ever exist. That is near insanity. Do not misunderstand me, dange
Incarnation of Love
Love is a true thing it's but nothing than the outcome of the core; it's a separation from man to man between the beloved and the mother. Behind beloved's love thee is a dove who always needs a hug, but see the mother who is a river who
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
Blue Moon
Last night was a blue moon, the second full moon in a 30 day period... For Rose..
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.
Three
There are no challenges Where I reside For deserted by myself Then this island Is home It is where I scream It is a choice Of finding myself It holds no terrors Or deems to me That this is fate And where I belong I took that choice For
A Knight in Black Leather
This is a little piece, in memory of the late great Irish Rocker Philip Lynott.
SEAMLESS
For lovers....Everywhere.....Andrew...xxx
THREE THINGS
Thought I would have a go at it....Andrew...xxx
A Poets race
On the start line Dh and wee mick Racing for the most poetry they can do so quick Dh has done 226 poems so second is wee mick followed Up on their heels the old dog wayne Shattered trying to keep up Lost his trail of thought Out of ideas
Centre of Memory
on International Nelson Mandela Day in honour and celebration of Madiba's 95th birthday and his and Graca Machel's 15th wedding anniversary December 5, 2013: Though his body now rests in peace, may the example of his life and his ever-present spirit continue to inspire and guide us to justice for all.
Rhythm
Its about life
Train
I live close to the rail road tracks..
Poetry In Motion
My life's story
The things I will take ( challenge)
Thanks for the challenge shadow, you have a great mind for them:0)
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.
Untitled 23
Remember remember, The fiery ember from deep within your soul. It sparked a passion, Ignited desire and burned bright without control. You took to flight, chased the wind, But the love of life you sold. Now you drift like ash in the air; Frag
Long Gone Days
I wrote this a while ago and Mr Mad Tats poem inspired me to bring it back in. Hope you enjoy
Dreams And Nightmares
Are dreams and nightmares similar ? My poem will enlighten you on your thoughts in the 'Dream World' Written : 16th July 2013
No title of Me
I just wrote this 10mins ago
Imagination
Free your mind from everyday shackles they will only hold you bound in chains forget all the things you have been taught like there are no fairies, no unicorns Try to remember instead the wonders of what you accepted as fact in childhood let
Still On My Own
An abstract poem about dreaming on a lonely night.
Seasons blessed
A bless ed season is here once again as it has happened for many a year a pause to forgive- its never too late for never is a long time for disdain a pause to reflect or a pause to forget ills of the past that have pained- A blessed time of
Survival
Fights man with each other for a handful of rice; strangles others' throat which is never nice. Adopts man many a manner to see him happy and wealthy; makes the life of others a hell and creates an atmosphere not healthy. Suckles other's
The General's on top
I wrote this poem when the Monaro beat everything in the 24 hour race a few years back!
sandprints
Footprints in the sand.. Leading us by hand.. To a future clear and bright... Where harmony is our sight... Children who suffer, will play again... In green grass meadows, Every now an then... The shore is coming in.. take me by the hand
The Essence of Beauty
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty" - John Keats "A thing of beauty is a joy forever" - John Keats "Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face" - Kahlil Gibran "Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror" - Kahlil Gibran
The Mirror 3
bindu means the sun like point in time.
The Mirror 2
the poem continues in the next part.
The Mirror 1
The poem continues in the next part.
The Bubble and I
"Welcome, you Bubble," asked I, "Please tell me one thing. For a moment you come But what us to bring?" Said the Bubble, "I'm for a moment, True, and must vanish soon; But hark you , my man! For me this life is a boon. Life has its own ch
A moment with my beloved
She came unto me out of the moonlit sea Her hair dripping like honey dancing slowly down to her glistening fullness. Seaweed draping over her succulence to mask her inner sanctum. Her nest so tempting at best as I pondered her nectar within.
the hood
how i feel
Hope
random thoughts about hope....
Healing
Needing ancestors to come forth and aid the family coming to an end.