Hand Out
Ups and downs of loving we all do surely know but friendships shared have, too, a gentle ebb and flow When you are down, above with spirits high someone may well be seen but also beneath can be found a friend with their deep sigh Spir
The Little House That Grew Into A Home
What fills a home. Mary asked me to post this for her.
Angel by my side
When you truly love someone The greatest thrill is when there by your side Daniel angel from Cape Cornwall
Getting Old Is A Drug
Out of a haze out of a daze into the clear sunlight Today feels real and the way I feel I am feeling alright I hear people all around my feet on the ground Life is bringing it's buzz And now I know getting old is a drug Arrive back home an
Do They Not Know?
My feelings at the moment...
aloud alone
just stopping by to say hello....hope poets everywhere have a blessed day...
Candy Horse Vs. Dark Kid
Liam gets 100 percent credit for this. He is so creative, and contributed most to this short effort. Thank you Liam for this highly enjoyable collaboration.
Temporary Release.
Recently I had a worrying health scare but thank God all tests and scans were clear. I wrote this little poem in the hospital car park. I need to say...... It was Cancer that made me write so without it I wouldn't be part of this lovely family-like corner. Thanks for all your reads and comments. Special thanks to "C" for kind support , and "L" for prayers. Onwards and upwards..........Mick.
bitter glory
Bitter glory... Even though ive firmly believed Ive been so hurt And brutally decieved... How can I trust? In love not lust! To guide me through this journey Of biterness and glory. I just want to be apart.. Of a beautiful story. Can
The Beach
As I walk along the seashore Waves beating against my feet Skirt pulled above my knees Hair blowing in the breeze I reflect on my life Past times, good and bad Memories I'll treasure forever Heartbreak tucked away wherever The wind makes my e
Hard times
LUV YA..
Black Man Walking
Being female, not black how can I possibly know what it’s like to walk in dark male skin, where in a white-dominated society being young and loved is not enough to keep one safe to walk about free-born. Skittles, iced tea from store co
JUNK FOOD
NAME YOUR PLEASURE! THERE ARE SO MANY GOODIES TO CHOOSE FROM!
BETHY BOO
I RESCUED HER FROM A TRAP SET BY A EUTHENIZER BUT THE NEXT NIGHT SHE WAS TAKEN AWAY AND NO ONE TOLD ME! THE LOW LIFE IS THE OWNER OF MAMA JENNIES!
Drink it all away
Lil song I wrote...
ODE : NEVER EVER
Emotions
Lords of the Prairies - A Tribute To The Bison
The arrival of vast waves of white settlers in the 1800s, and their conflict with the Native American residents of the prairies, spelled the end for the buffalo. There were even buffalo killing contests. In one, a Kansan set a record by killing 120 bison in just 40 minutes. “Buffalo” Bill Cody, hired to slaughter the animals, killed more than 4,000 buffalo in just two years. Some U.S. government officials even promoted the destruction of the bison herds as a way to defeat their Native American enemies, who were resisting the takeover of their lands by white settlers. One Congressman, James Throckmorton of Texas, believed that “it would be a great step forward in the civilization of the Indians and the preservation of peace on the border if there was not a buffalo in existence.” Soon, military commanders were ordering their troops to kill buffalo — not for food, but to deny Native Americans their own source of food. One general believed that buffalo hunters “did more to defeat the Indian nations in a few years than soldiers did in 50.” By 1880, the slaughter was almost over. Where millions of buffalo once roamed, only a few thousand animals remained.
Diamond Blue Ocean
Something so beautiful yet dangerous too
Tiny Shred Of Love
dont be disappointed
Random
Roses are red Violets are blue I wanna be with u
Love is Maddness
The silence is blissful within my padded walls till the voices start i'm tormented once more, crying whilst cradling rocking back and forth how am i here again locked behind,the bolted door. Blood on my lips finger tips bitten no time for
Christmas Wishes!
Happy Holidays!
The Gingerbread House
Just felt like writing a silly love poem...
while on the walls the clocks read noon
while on the walls the clocks read noon
Barbed Wire Heart
Nothing worse than a toxic relationship. Old wounds take so long to heal.
Leave Me Alone!
There are a lot of busy bodies out there who think they are making the world a better place and are instead just being jerks. I can't stand to see parrots in cages. I went to this zoo where they had so many parrots crammed into a caged area that they had pulled most of the feathers off of each other. You can find this zoo in WI Dells, Wisconsin.
Of Beloved Dogs
The experiences while working as a veterinary technician.
just wanted to say
WHAT MORE CAN I SAY. I TRIED TO POST A COMMENT ON EACH AND EVERY POEM UNDER THIS CHALLENGE IF I HAD MISSED YOUR POEM FOR COMMENT PLEASE EMAIL ME AND I WILL CERTAINLY MAKE A COMMENT, THIS WAS GREATER THEN I COULD EVER THOUGHT.
I want to die
not literally die just find her and collapse in her arms for the night.
Jesse Eats World(Shadows Food Challenge)
All in good humor and stereotyping here ...Cheers and Bon Appétit
Love Roulette
The gamble we all take in our search for love online...
Limerick - Oldtimer's Disease
There's a forgetful old broad they call Babe, She can't even remember her age, But she knows she had fun When she was young, And she remembers how many she's laid.
Monkey Gong
Breathing in than breathing faster, A perfect disaster this life of mine. I need a drink while I'm still here waiting, For this to all to be over and I'll be home. To sit by myself and think for a second Turning into minutes and now hours long.
I met her
I met a lovely angel the other night my God it felt so very right ! Her smile melted my heart I felt her warmth right from the start. She winked at me from across the room and my heart resounded, boom boo
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MEANING OF HAPPINESS
What is the meaning of happiness? listen olive eyed, You and I sitting on the chair, apparence is two but in one soul, you and I, we We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden's beauty and the birds singing.
AISHA
In a practice known as baad, Aisha's father promised her to a Taliban fighter when she was 12 years old as a compensation for a killing that a member of her family had committed. She was married at 14 and subjected to constant abuse. At 18, she fled the abuse and was caught by the police, jailed and returned to her family. her father returned her to her in-laws. To take revenge on her escape, her father-in-law, husband and three other family members took Aisha to the mountains, cut off her nose and ears and left her to die. She was still alive however, and managed to crawl to her grandfather's house from where her father smuggled her to an American medical facility where she was looked after for ten weeks. Subsequently, she was brought to the US where she under went further treatment. (Poetic Prose)
TIME
Food for Thought! Comments? (Poetic Prose)
rose
rose your name alone holding in the cup one flower with satin soft petals a heavenly scent from deep within the heart blossoming amongst thorns one crowning a royal regal beauty by far in shades of colours most beautiful flower
Cow Attack
A little bit of light-hearted humor and a smile for you all. :-) "Roy" is my cousin, and he did find the truck and was instructed to get it cleaned out- white glove style- Cost him a small fortune, but it was well worth it. He was also instructed to put leather scented air freshener in it. The windshield was replaced as well. The 'ol truck was sold to a 16 year old boy who had been dreaming of some wheels of his own. :-)
Poetry Rodeo (Let's See If You Can Rhyme Like Me)
Competing in a Cowboy Poetry event recently. I took second place. :)