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
Self
Just a short rant about the world we live in and how I struggle to fit in.
bird strike
Into the sky the metal eagle soars The roar of the four turbines lifting its wings Higher higher it lifts Its wheels detract Sliding into its belly Flying up up to its destination it turns To it final direction inside its fragile
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
Santa Baby (slightly.. different version)
It was a just for the silliness of insanity competition a friend had set up. We were to rewrite Christmas songs in a vampiric kind of way, and well.. I ended recording my version with a tiny mp3 player (I had nicked from daughter :P) and using an instrumental wav file of the original song (to which I obviously do NOT claim any rights). I ended winning the competition as I threatened to record more rewritten Xmas songs -chuckles and shoves halo back in place-
Wanna Hear My Story ?
This Poem Is Just My Imagination
The junk collector`s bedtime story
I wrote "The junk collector`s bedtime story"simply to put into words what is one favorite American pastime.As a part time flea market vendor,I just hate to see anything good going to waste.If I find stuff that nobody else wants,I will find out why they got rid of it.If I can fix it,OK.I might use it,keep it,sell it,or trade it.If nothing else,use it for parts to repair other stuff.Some stuff that`s no good I might still save to use as an example to match up replacement parts.If I find something and then discover that its` completely worthless,I can always just put it back where I found it.What really gets me is that people throw stuff out 5 minutes before they need it,only for me to fix it and sell it right back to them.The resale value is ultimately,only as much as what people are willing to pay.But if you have a lot of good used items,if you sell it for a cheap price,you won`t be able to sell it fast enough.
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!
sky
this poem s for anyone who like a person morethen everything .
Road Rage Xmas
'Twas the night before Xmas, the streets were a mess with last-minute shoppers unleashing their stress. The traffic was swarming like flies on a turd with honking and yelling and flipping the bird. Mamá in the cockpit, and I with a map, had
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
dance
just dance .
I think I love thee
I think I love thee With the violence of a storm And the grasp of a bird of prey - With the ardor of a consort. I love thee in such a way That the bowels of my being - Like an incandescent volcano – are ablazed With the fire of passion.
Fears of dreams
is about a man i still love but i think he has never love me
My sweet heart
I don't know my sweet heart yet. Wish to find her someday!!!
Suggestions(Lyric)
"People are People" Its a camp fire sing a long song We're different colors And different creeds And different people Have different needs It's obvious you hate me Though I've done nothing wrong I've never even met you What could I have done People are people so why should it be You and I should get along so awfully People are people so why should it be You should hate me You're punching and kicking, And you're shouting at me, I'm relying on your common decency, So far it hasn't surfaced, But I'm sure it exists, It just takes a while to travel From your head to your fist. I can't understand What makes a man Hate another man Help me understand People are people So why should it be You and I should get along so awfully People are people So why should it be You Should Hate me I can't understand What makes a man Hate another man Help me understand
give me thine kiss
This is poem for one,i am dreaming of one such love in my life,who can love without intentions,change in me,and demands,and comparing without me with others..keep smiling
I will stay same
This poem is written for the one,who can make me smile,when ever she like to have from me.
Love
I have been serching for this one person for a long time and am still waiting for her
All new the world
The poem is just a little try of one dream for love,how it must be love can to me.............
POLITICALLY CORRECT CHRISTMAS©
i wrote it when I was angry when we were supposed to say, Happy Holiday in stead of Merry Christmas.
POLITICALLY CORRECT CHRISTMAS© Part TWO
I enjoyed the fact I could write such a funny poem
POLITICALLY CORRECT CHRISTMAS© The end
It has been published and I like to make people laugh. Anyone interested in screenwriting in the Florida Clearwater area?
THE END - POLITICALLY CORRECT CHRISTMAS ©
I felt much better after I got it all off my chest.... and that I made people laugh.
SINISTER SMILE
It's about lost CHILDHOOD.
A Romance To Remember
I am an Amateur Poet that probably in another life was famous for it. (So people online have told me) all my work comes from my heart and mind. It is original not plagerized. I basically just put the words together and they flow to me. I do mostly lyrical poems and song lyrics also. I'm a man full of creativity. Just waiting to share it with some special lady. :)
I do believe
Just a poem about my go I lost in a wreck
Without You
Without You, How Did I Live Like This? How Did I Live Without You? Without You, How Did I Live Like This? How Did I Live Without You? With Your Memories,My Nights Passed – 2 The Moonlight Talks To Me About You My Nights Are Lonely With Out You
not thought of it
Sleep well throughout the night Don't be disturbed or be in fright Wake up Dear Canary, The sky is bright Wake up Dear Canary, Get ready for your flight The world is all set for your sight
Thank you (Haiku)
So much talent crosses this corner, I am thankful!
Ghost
Written on Halloween night, of course. I just took an idea I had and ran with it. I have since converted it to a song. I just realized I left a verse off. Fixed now.
Ich bin ganz zufrieden (I am quite happy)
I wrote the poem to say that what I lack is not as important as my serenity and everything I'm blessed with. So many people complain and are resentful and I am grateful for what I do have and I learned how to give thanks for it. Life can be lonely but even then I look forward to every day and appreciate being happy is all I need most in life.
Welcome, New Year, 2015
Hail to thee, the messenger of new hopes and aspirations, Bring the message of a glorious life and inspirations, We look forward to thee for you are yet a mystery Who will someday become history, But that history, we hope, will sing the song of v
Schönste Gefühl (Most Beautiful Feeling)
Es ist ein seltsames Gefühl habe ich es kommt und geht in mir kein Name davor erscheint wie es in der Nacht versteckt es ist nicht vom Mondlicht beleuchtet die Sonne bei Tag nicht seine Freundin was ist das seltsame Gefühl? Ich glaube nicht, m
Still Free to a Good Home
It's about me of course!!!
from the Bible 1 Cor 13, 4-7
It´s the best descriptio of love ever heard.
You don't see me...
I'm the sun in your eyes, but you don't see me, I wear no disguise yet you don't see me. I'm a total surprise and you don't see me... You don't see me.
Cold thorns
My first day in Holland.
Stars beneath my feet.
Walking at 2 in the morning got these thoughts of Hollywood. Don't miss it because I know what the retro Hollywood was and that's what I miss.
SOMEWHERE
Just rumbling.
The Options
To forgive,to move on,to shut down in fear Or to leave for another place It's all in the stories we get to hear And the options we get to face Depending upon what we think is
An Herbal Tea
I just first sampled a healthy tea Acknowleged to be the cat's meaw It reeks of grass and tastes like crap And it makes one feel like a cow