Xmas card from a broad
toying with "a letter from abroad.."
A Flower - Children's Poem
I wrote this poem for my nephew's eight year old daughter to encourage her to write poetry. She has an excellent command of English at her age. Writing this made me recall some of the poems I learned at school as a child. I hope I have succeeded, at least to some extent, in capturing the innocence and joyful feeling of childhood. I also hope it would bring out the child in some of you; I would like your comments from such a perspective since this is a children's poem. Or perhaps you can share it with children, get their comments and post them. Thank you!
A Waltz with Angels.
I often feel that lost kindred souls are never far away.
statue on the beach part 2
my armour glinting in the mid day sun cold am i motionless having no fun tetherd in the mid day sun waiting watching having no fun starring at the mid day sun under the sea i will soon lay covered from the mid day sun lapping at my feet the w
theysay
they say we'll come to our end one day they say we just won't matter they say we'll become our own prey with thoughts as mad as a hatter they say we'll run out of water they say we'll run out of food they say we'll kill or be slaughtered the
at the altar
what do we bring to sacrifice, to the altar of our fears will the fear, itself, suffice to wipe away these grieving tears here, a satchel i take in stride through the machine, my will to cede and here, too, a bag of my pride that it turns ou
TO IRELAND WITH IRE from ~free cee!~
DO YOU NOW, MS. IRELAND DIG? OOPS SORRY THAT'S ONE OF THE WORDS YOU CARE NOT TO HEAR....WELL I FIND YOUR BLOCKKING ME DIFFICULT TO BEAR
The ghost of Chairman Mao
In John Cooper Clarke style, some light relief.
casing affections
whether in deep of dark whether brightest of noonday there's always eyes askance casing out the come-what-may checking angles broadly obtuse to meaning of some stances and other sideways glances seeing what they can deduce dressed in blac
Live and Let Live
Dedicated to CS blogland! Feel free to visit if you have not done so yet!
Aging
effects of aging
Dedicated to the day
filling in time, Happy Easter all
My First Time
True story. Kathy was fourteen and experienced. I was eighteen and green. Fortunately, she didn't get pregnant. Her mom came home later and Kathy walked me to the car, then I realized I had left my wallet in the bedroom when I got the condom out. She went back in to get it and after a couple of minutes her mom called out, "What color is it?" I managed to choke out, "Black." Kathy came out with it a moment later. I asked her what she had told her mom and she said that the kids were playing hide and seek with it. lol
Ekphrastic afternoon
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ekphrasis http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5918
Hearts Queen takes stage loving you
Silver shines back one picture of a goddess centre stage before the eyes enters soul to soul realm standing purely hot blue flames ignite every gasp breathing on a bed of roses sleeps beauty The breath stops breathless apex splendour with
Happy Samhain!
Learned a new word today from a Wiccan friend
Love
Spotted Mick's challenge, here ye go..
Dreadful Morning
I admit, not a poem for everyone, but hey, this is me...brutally honest
Rising From The Ashes
(To those dealing with addiction - drugs, alcohol, etc., and a broken heart)
Turtle Soup?
Some call it an aphrodisiac. They say it gives a man a strong back. Like a good woman, turtle soup makes no sense; Can something so delicate be so intense? Like a woman, the flesh has several delightful flavors. Remember, each mouthwatering
my audience is dwindling and rightully so
this poem is dedicated to England, who makes simple words become gems for jewelry!
Lime Rhyme on a Dime
Practicing rhyming even if its not generally my thing :)
All you need
ok I'm idle, writing some rhyme, I should be writing about spring!
Equanimity
“If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same” (Extract from Rudyard Kipling's poem “If”) equanimity - a calm state of mind and attitude to life (Collins dictionary)
Love Is A Decision
"Love is a decision, it is a judgement, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgement and decision." - Erich Fromm - (The Art of Loving) "But let there be spaces in your togetherness. And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow." Kahlil Gibran – (The Prophet)
Sailors In the Sky
Since I was a child, I have always admired the effortless gliding of vultures up in the sky. Among other gliding birds listed are albatross, eagle, condor, stork, frigatebird and seagull. It is a truly delightful to watch the marvellous gliding action of these birds way up in the sky as they ride the air currents. This poem is dedicated to them: the genuine avian sailors in the sky. (I have made some adjustments to the original to include some other gliding birds in the body of the piece).
HONESTY
I tried to write this poem in the style of some poems I learned and loved as a child. I have a special fondness for balanced rhyming poems. I think they are easier for children to learn. I believe it is important for children to learn the importance of honesty and I dedicate this poem to them.
Clouds and Sunshine
Some sunshine to cheer up those experiencing winter blues
Mom didn't die today
This was a day in my life when I was about 10 years old.
A Child's Christmas
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all CS folks! Please remember the Children!
Considered Lines You Caused
For a very very dear, precious and wonderful lady x
The Beat Of Life Goes On
Based on a traditional family setting
A Lovers Lament..
The pain of love....
Russian Women
Culture and love.
Nature's Lullaby
Sweet Dreams! (iambic tetrameter)
Covid-19
Reflections on current state of Covid-19 pandemic.
The Other Side
“Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too.” (Omar Khayyam – The Rubaiyat, verse 46) Omar Khayyam was a Persian mathematician, astronomer, and poet. He was born on May 18, 1048 and died on December 4, 1131. The verse of his poem quoted was written more than nine centuries ago. The message of his poem still holds today. My poem, “The Other Side”, is in line with the quoted verse from Khayyam's poem and is not meant to disparage the religious beliefs of anyone.
The Magnificent Air
The air we breathe is probably one of the most taken for granted things. It unites all living things. It levels the playing field. Some persons may consider human life to be superior to plant life. Yet, plants play a vital role in sustaining human life by replenishing the oxygen content of the air. They assimilate, into their structure, the carbon from the carbon dioxide human beings exhale and release the oxygen through photosynthesis, thereby replenishing the air's oxygen, which is vital for human existence (iambic pentameter).
Surcease
Reflections as the pain subsides...
PEOPLE SEEM TO BE MISTAKING ME FOR SOMEONE ELSE
this is a poem
WITH DEFFERENCE TO JACK JOHNSON
THIS IS A POEM
RE: Traveler
Thanks darkhorse..a rainbow or a Ray of Sun breaking through the clouds would be cool......
RE: Diceiving - Diciever
deep touching heartfelt beautifully penned excellent piece...
RE: Perfect Pencraft * 4 Mick *
Hi, candykid, You've added unknown mixtures to this corner of a team... Well-said in this Perfect Pencraft * 4 Mick *. Thanks for sharing this and adding your colors, too, to Poet's Corner....
RE: The things I will take ( challenge)
Cherie! this is wonderful, your writing has so progressed into intelligence, soul and wonder. I wish I had your beliefs, your passion. amazing write. your a true poet....david.....xxxx...
RE: The Covid Child.
Trying times Mick, as you say especially for the kids, nicely penned Rob...
More Comments