Time To Decide
As the sun rises each morning, thoughts arise without warning, things remind you of your past, all the things that did not last, From people who became a friend, to those who drove you ‘round the bend. Family who were a true support, and th
Love And Trust
Possibilities of uniting love and trust are endless and indestructible.
Sadness
Trying to define, a philosophical stance of eliminating sorrow. But somehow end up in a Theistic view.
Epoch Ellipsis
Time and space collude to create what cannot be then separated, only futher elaborated.
Softly Falls The Rain
Reflections of a cool summer day in New England
Domination
Freedom is our Divine RIght, not to be mandated or dictated by our fellow human beings, whether elected more like appointed however.
Lost In My Dreams
A poem about the uncertainties of dreams
Emerging
Growing and emerging into the beauty of creation
Remembering
Memories of bygone days.
Now Ad Then
This was for my friend Gordon..Shrop Lad, a fine poet who writes of the land he loves so much, Dhropshire, Uk Shrop Lad 9the Wizzard of Shropshire For my friend "Shrop Lad . The hills and Glens of Shropshire weep when he cannot walk the landd he so loves Which is not often 0 Shrop=Lsd a fine poet and close friend
White tin sky
practicing some prose, hope all are well.
Not Afraid Anymore . . .
(inspired by the song "Not Afraid Anymore" from Fifty Shades of Grey movie)
I Wish I Were A Robot
Having a fun write with the current emphasis on "robots" and "robotics". This is my thoughts on what a Robot should be.
Games of Chance
Vice becomes the misery of a life lacking the highest vibration ….LOVE! Write on the "casinos" to drown out reality!!
Black Pearls on a Broken Heart
A kinda story song poem..Hope you like it..Love cafe
The Last Leaf
One by one the leaves will fall until all is gone.
online now!
oneline now! Hope I catch you Before your seven O'clock date Hope you've considered Your possible fate Hope you see, you might Be the bait Hope you cautiously Walk through his gate Hope you get this Before it's to late..
Yankee's Challenge -- A Poem Reflecting on Truth and History
[ Editorial ] Our world these days is full of disinformation and lies. Words become distorted; actions deceptive, intensions hostile. What do 'we' poets have to say about 'truth and history' ? It's a passionate subject to write about and very personal, too. Who would like to join me in my first-ever challenge to fellow poets on CS and write about this subject? "Truth and History"
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 10a)
The continuing saga of the Black Dove as he battles his way through 12 exciting chapters in this adventure/sci fi classic poetry serial. Editor : Marikia Written : 11th August 2013
Tomfoolery
Saturday funnery.
Me? Snore?
Sunday, you caught me....no sleep, a cramp in my leg A computer crick in my back Yet the morns all the nicer for that nice trip I just took through imagination Along with YOU.
Only one You in I
a bit different...
This Old House
Memories of a time long ago raising my daughters.
In My Meadow
Discussion about what fears us and how we overcome fear.
Summer Rains
Sometimes we need to be cleansed by the summer rain.
WORDS
WORDS
Through a Liquid Lens I See
I cry for the people who were here before the "White Eyes" arrived from the East to take over this continent. It's the natural order of things on this planet though, and it's played out from vegetation to insects to fish to Lions to human beings. The strong survive to breed, the weak perish. This poem was inspired by a song by Buffy Sainte Marie called "My country Tis of Thy People You're Dying".
There was a lad from Rosmuc!
A father deserting and a daughter's forgiveness and understanding Making her father_s land her land
Insanity plea
I plead, ' Not guilty your honor cause I was crazy when I shot that man..' It was he who stole my rubber duck, and I had to make my stand My mommy gave me that rubber duck and daddy sold me the gun A security check was never needed cause I'm j
Life is not a poem
Life is not a poem that makes a perfect rhyme Our heart is ever a mystery that puzzles our natural mind We seek meaning from without from a thousand shifting winds Enlightened by our virtues and captive to our sins Shot through and through
Ego
Ego is the flower on a dead mans grave Ego took the bullet from the unasumming brave Ego struts high, much higher than most But the lowliest of the low put an end to that boast~
Call It A Day......
I tried to be honest but my words got in the way must of been something I was trying to say not that it would matter any way up all night is the price I pay feeling lonely in my own way shadows chasing the light away no charming words in my vocabular
Just Cruisin'
Just trying to convey the sense of a carefree, wind at my back day. Felt great!
Repose
Oh how its left me My jingle-jangled poetry How it’s run its tired course Words that drove me with such pulsating force Cruelly left the words I knew Left alone those words so true Scratched, etched and pat, patted away Renderings of a naked
William Shakey
An ode to the life less lived
I love the poets voices
You've touched my heart with the sound of your voice I heard the love that echo's from your soul Now you've made a sound for my heart to treasure You've given me joy that no one can measure
Someone
Who is your Someone?
Loving You
This was written to express feelings experienced when love between a significant other has been turned off. It is written to encourage your remembrance of the good the relationship brought to one's life.
Movement
Exploring movement and vibration in life
The Horse Clinician
Last Fall my beloved and I went to go watch our neighbor who trains horses, and he recounted to us his feelings on the whole thing. This is a telling of his experience.
Let's ride
glimpse of prose, reckon there's a story in there. If you've ever ridden a motorcycle you will know..
The Old Apple Tree
Just some maudlin prose
RE: Healing
Beautiful!!...
RE: Dreams
Unbelievable.. You make me wanna be a better writer. This is a multi-dimensional poem fusing intellect, spirit, knowledge, and deep desires of the heart into an eloquent flow of striking beauty. A true dream of a poem. Cafe...
RE: Anna's secret
Ty madtat..' A lil suspense on the run.. Thanks mate....
RE: air conditioner
Hi Mcradloff I would love to hear you sing.. maybe you could try a song and post it on here I'd say you have a good voice you love music so much enjoyed your poem thank you for sharing x...
RE: Can you help me? I have Amnesia..
Ashlander.. So you're not coming to Mars with me? What if I get lost on that planet? My mommy won't be able to help me. I'll need a womans rocket fuel. Trust me, It'll be a blast! Cafe...
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