Where Once Was Love
My first marriage.
The Dancer
Circa 1970...
Missing a Friend
Ah well...
Was There a Chance?
Last poem on this subject. Time to move on.
This Old Porch Swing
Just Fond Memories of long ago! CR2007/2010
Pennies for Heaven
I cried when she did that. Dedicated to Ronnie B, a fine young man who died much too young.
Night Fight
I was just thinking about some things that we hear in the night. How in the morning, if we had slept through it all, often times we would never even know it happened at all.
I M 4 U - R O F L M A O
To all my friends on CSPC...
Who You Are ?
That age old question, that we all have asked. Does anyone really know, who we truly are ? Often not even, our own selves, or the ones that we often thought truly did !
IN MY EYES
written 04/12/1969, and dedicated to my son, about 2 wks. after his birth ! What a beautiful time in my life !!!
a hopefull life
no one can avoid waiting ....if yes..there is no life..
Awakening
When did I learn to forget my own heart? Surely I knew of it when I was small; For I remember that most pleasant part- that which can cope with the pain of the fall? Why did I learn to forget my own mind? Surely without it I can't even think..
The Jester
Some people are so-o-o-o-o funny!
Checkers Anyone?
She'll know who I'm talking to...
Where I live
Southwest Missouri...
What Women Want
This was written some time back. I don't think things have changed that much.
Lost no more
Walking on the sand...visions return like a lost ol' friend, Let the sun bake me. Watch the dolphins play. Another day missing you. Why do I stay? Feeling the waves...visions return of younger, better days. Let the sun bake me, Hear the laugh
Expose Your Heart
Its about how some guys like to hide their pain in front of their friends and girls. But i just want to know why some guys are so proud to the point where they think tears are for weak people. Im saying why hide something so beautiful and true?
echo locate
Blind too the world The high pitched sound Echo locate These creature of the night Flying solo they locate their prey Big ears they have For they cannot see Batmen they are not Hanging from the tree In darkness attracts The solli
Strange Meetings
The subject of this poem bears no resemblance to Wilfred Owen's prophetic poem set in WW1. I just thought of how, when you get to a certain age, your life seems to be punctuated by these "strange" meetings. And yet to quote another author, "we beat on, boats against the current."
SOMEWHERE
Just rumbling.
Love is an illusion
My heart is as pure as that of a child My passion is hot and my temper is mild I do have love in abundance To share it with you, I have no resistance Then why can't I find someone to love me? A special lady to set my emotions f
DAFFODILS
This is one of the most famous of Lyric Poetry ever written...
Out of Line
(Since I'm stuck writing poems for six more days, might as well try to write an actual one instead of talking like it's a poem.) maybe write another and try this time maybe someone other ain't gone this time is she out there lasting don't kno
Weeding In The Garden
The lovely task of pulling weeds and just enjoying solitude. Nobody will bother you or try and take your job away. It is blessedly peaceful and mindfulness all wrapped in one.
SHE
An ode to my Mother.
"I Love You"
Not exactly my current situation, just a thought that came to me...
Him or Me?
She'll know...
Still Clueless
True story
On Religion
Just how I am.
Warning!
The drug commercials!!!
My Gan-gan
In loving memory of my maternal grandmother, a very special lady...
Heroes of Nine-Eleven
I cried as I wrote...
Heavenly Invasion
A chorus of angels, Sang her praises, Ever so soft and sweet. Rising in crescendo, Speeding up tempo, Inspiration and joy did meet. Of all the things I long for, You have to be mine for keeps. No halfway, no middle ground, You`re in too far,
NEVER SAY I LOVE U
hmmm. what yah think folks
Intimacy
Can it be?
A Time for Letting Go
They say they're more addictive than heroin. Got to kick 'em anyway...
Earth Angel
This poem is under My Intent of Copyright © Copyright 2001-2010 by HMc It is just simply one of my favorite works . . . I thought that some would enjoy this Story Poem . . . A Love Story between an Angel and her Charge . . I wrote it because I believe that Earth Angels really DO exist . . . Be Blessed Always Everyone and thanks for reading my work of heart
His Little Angel
This Story Poem was inspired by a true story of a very kind man and a very sick little girl. The Life lessons they taught each other in just a very short time are ever lasting. This Poem is Dedicated To Collette And All Of The Little Guiding Light Angels Of The World. I also Dedicate this one to All of the Caring People that volunteer their time to help Others. Be Wonderfully Blessed Everybody. I hope you enjoy this Piece. ICR2010
Hunters
A snowy owl in mid Missouri! Not something one sees every day...
Miss Ellie
And the sheriff and a couple other people that're lookin out for her...
An Afternoon Snorkel
Amazing! Thanks JerseyGirl for suggesting this as a poem topic!