Understanding it all
I think that life does change you, Turn you into something new, It can be good, it can be bad, It can be happy, it can be sad, But in retrospect as we look back, It was always going to be, Growing into the you, growing into the me.
Let's start over
WAR!!!!! is not the way, yet it's in our history, from tribes of old, to modern day, it seems to be that we cannot see, a new design, its always the same time after time, civilizations have ended before, probably thousands, we are destined to be jus
Be-Twixed
How do you like your chocolate?
Buffet and a Tip
I have to go to my Dad's grave the day before Easter and inter my Mom's ashes above my Dad's grave with my sister and my Dad's two sisters. It sits on a bluff above the city of Dubuque, Iowa. You can see the grave yard and my uncle's flag pole when you cross the Mississippi River going from Wisconsin.
Missing you
In the poem Missing You, the poet Ramaking follows the tradition of the minstrels, the poets wanderers, belonging to the Middle Age in France, Portugal and Spain. This tradition was brought later to Brazil with the Portugueses in the colonial period. As a rule, in a dramatic tone, the minstrel describes the loss or departure of a loved one. This tendency was incorporated in the center of Brazil by the "caipiras" , regional country singers that ended up becoming a popular phenomenon of the Brazilian music. Truly speaking, the roots of the minstrels can be traced to the Classical Antiquity and in epics like Iliad and Odyssey from Homer.
RAPING THE NATIONS
Current time catastrophe
Who likes swans?
There is not a song or a voice that's right, that can help you along or show you the light, unless you want to believe that it's true, that there's a God who loves you, So, it really does not matter, religion or race, the troubles and strife that yo
We actually mean nothing!
Working out a solution, I've come to the conclusion tomorrow will be, There's no need for discussion, I'll just kill you or you just kill me, Either way tomorrow will be, just open your eyes so you can see, When we are gone, won't be that long, th
I Am
This poem was written after I was laying face down in my pillow sobbing I felt a warm hand on my shoulder Yet nobody was there in the room with me The presence of the comforting hand enabled me to spring to my feet and write this poem I felt strongly that this presence was God and came to help me free myself and my children from cohesive abuse... Reflecting on The poem has helped me throughout my life to remember who I am in God... I found this poem to be very powerful when recited live on stage for performance poetry
The young!
The young, what can you say? naive and innocent, and damm frustrating, no sense of life, always rushing in, and they know it all, until they fall, and then they ask for assistance, they show (this time) no resistance, so we help them up, (again) and
But it was fun while it lasted!
And tomorrow will be, oh yes, with or without you or me, its strange to see, such continuity, but that is the way, come what may, when playtime ends, it's goodbye my friends.
About you!
Can you live without expression? Can you be,,,,,, alone,,,,, not for eternity, but if you were locked within yourself for a time?, then what would you see?, reality?, defined by who? you or me? would it be then, you would feel,,,,, REAL.
The night train
Its about the inner world of a man who is trying to find true love and meets a lady on a night train=she sells herself to other men but the man ends up falling in love with her and they arrange to fix a date. How many of us have ventured down strange pathways with people who seemed unsuitable only to have this confirmed at later stages after introductions. There,s an invitation in the poem inviting people of strange inner world and earth plain travel who might read this and want to connect spiritually and maybe even emotionally, A heart which is vacant and wanting to touch an other
Searching
Its a poem about the struggle to find true love and a sense of not belonging or connecting with the people and culture around you=as if fate need,s to move you to another faith some place else=so the poem is also like a diary reference to look back on to see if change which is badly needed =happens,
Poets
Obviously credt goes to John Taylor (24 August 1578 – December 1653)
It's never over!
Wonderfully standing free, thinking , writing, how it should be, memories of times gone past, inner emotions, they may last, wanting, feeling, caring with love, seeking inspiration from above, lost promises, lost belief, left with nothing, no relief,
The Night She Left.
A snowy cold April evening turned Antarctic cold when she left me I curled in my bed and tried my imaginary hug But it was of no use, she had gone The optimism for the future left me that cold dark night My dream that had longed in my heart was
The Hobby
All the rich men say I think I'll plow my hobby garden today Then I'll clean and wax my hobby 57 Chevrolet We'll drink champagne And play cards a lot While out sailing on our hobby yacht I wouldn't want anyone's feelings to be hurt So I
Sadness for Ukraine
Afraid of the light is almost all right, darkness is better, no bombs to light up the night, such a way to live, soo hard to forgive, ,, lost in pain,,, cant explain,,, but, we all feel the pain! Come to us, be free, we will help, the best that we ca
Not really anything!
Why do people think soo much about life AFTER DEATH? Is it the same as life BEFORE BIRTH?, we must have been in the same place, we don't remember, so, we appear and then disappear, I don't know where I was a year before I was born, same place when I
Reborn maybe?
I asked myself the question,,,, "who would I be if I was not me" and the answer was clear,,, I could never be ,,,,,,,,,anyone but me,,,,,,,,,,,,,I could not be you, if I wanted to be, and you could not be me, do you see. Even if there is reincarna
If only I could
I can't ever forget
My Imagination
If I could step from cloud to cloud as they slowly cross the blue sky If I could be an invisible giant standing up there so high Sometimes there would be a shower or two for I would surely cry Looking down below at a world on display I'm sure I
Soft And Mellow
When the wind blows again Yes when the summer wind begins to blow I will sing a love song for you Soft and mellow When the summer sun rises in the early morning skies And you open up your eyes And while your head lays gently on your pillow
There is a Love
a little odd rhyme scheme
Love is
Love is, hand in glove.
INFIDELITY…Tell me lies
Infidelity begins with, and is perpetuated through, lies.
The Cowboy
My mind is racing my mind is torn I lie here waiting for the morning sunlight to be my alarm The firmness of the ground is a cowboy's bed I pour another cup of coffee my eyes are still red It's been a few days since I left that town Wondering
An Earthly New Mantra
Common ground.
Love.
Love. I will never give or take a heart Until I know we will never part Before your heart I need your mind To see so clearly never blind Balance feelings, oh so slow Stronger and stronger as they grow When respect and desire blend S
The Rain
I wrote this 11-10-1997. This song is about the change of seasons. The Rain tells a small example of a story of it, I suppose in a psychedelic sense!
My Friend
I wrote a letter yesterday, to a friend of mine, I really didn't know what to say, I told him that there was war and people were dying, bravery prevailing, but children were crying, there did not seem to be an end in sight, and could he help me on th
Today!
How do we feel today?, too overwhelming for anyone to say, regression, depression, fear just being here? Confused? Refused the right to live, to give, no verbal discussion, just physical concussion, and all because of (rushing), into a whole new way,
W-A-R………..
Why?....
This life!
I'm angry with the present, and I'm angry with the past, the past brought this present, guess nothings meant to last, I don't know about tomorrow or how it will go, I just hope the innocent are spared, I hope we show we cared!
Who DOES know
Who knows, who grows, within a life of different ways, who says? that you are right or wrong? The world is ours, our heritage, not one human being, to dictate what we are seeing,., or a group of people to decide MY future, how DARE they think that t
For the "?" Poets
Dedicated to ALL the poets; who are now designated by a "?" (instead of a username), here on CS....
Youth!
One to one hundred seems so long, but in years, in time, its over and gone, And all those dreams, and that painful reverely, well it appeared and then disappeared faster than we could see. So now I'm sixty one, youth long gone, tomorrow is but a
Reality?
Reality appears in the worst of times, never to be seen in the best of times, when the shit hits the fan and nothing goes according to plan, well, that's reality, when doom and gloom enter your room, it's reality, suck it up, take it on the chin,
Can it be 2022
Can it be 2022 Sirens sound People hide in hollows Deep Destruction heard Tanks roll by in captive cities War declared stay doors People hear bombs destruction seen people hide people flee People dead Can it be 2022 Will it lead to
Born to be!
The eternal quest to be better, be the best that you can be?, why not just be you?as good as you are? it will take you just as far, to the end, because my friend, no matter how good you are, it is still over in a blink, swim or sink, just be who you
Daydreaming!
Alone, being alone, colourful visions, deep in my mind, Eyelids flicker in wonderment, from what my eyes have seen, Yet those dreams of mine are lost in time when I awake, And though I try to recite for to remember the night, my dreams are