"I love you, Goodnight"
The words flashed across the screen, I love you, please don’t forget The last words heard on the phone, “ I love you, good night.” He was on a journey out of touch he’ll call every night............... ya, right s e e y a
Hubble happiness ......
humble happiness is not what you make of it humble happiness in when your happy and others are not you keep it to your self,
Undying love
Know who you love and who you love..let them know!
my pet duck
made a beautiful silky bow collar,for his little skinny neck so me and you can go for a walk, sneeked out the gate walking around to the front all the kids were amazed,dancing skipping for joy, they all wanted a pet duck,thinking to myself make a
Javdaan (Alive forever )
just like to share a beautiful song with music
DOES A GOD EXIST III
Who can say god is sure? Tweaked on 7/17/17 8/31/17
Values Lost
Another school shooting here in the States. It is both terrifying and heartbreaking.
~ Enchantment ~
Ah! Tis Love, true love, that makes the world go around! Have you found it yet?
Almost Drowning
*Narrabeen - A Sydney beach The true story of how I almost drowned on Christmas Day, when I was nine years old, and how my father rescued me - saving my life. ^ edit.......17/6/20 (Sydney).
dream beauty
brick by brick beginning to build a crowning fortress standing tall one mountain in the palace of dreams golden feelings soaring high most beautiful under the sun crowns diamond emotions heart of such beauty lays you love gently on
YOUR CHILD
A little precious bundle coming into your life. A miracle that is yours to love forever. For she will always be your little girl, even when she is grown up. A precious treasure that is yours to share. May her dreams soar high and be attained.
Egg Head
just one of those days.lol..
Flash Point
Just some thoughts...
~Solipsistic~
~Solipsistic~
Betrayal
A sense of betrayal, a feeling of desire Life turned upside down, deep wounds wreathed in fire Shadows of doubt, tear my heart, plague my soul All the tears that I've cried, drain my life, leave me cold Lies and half-truths, often said with a smi
Real Life
feeling a bit lost:-) hugs
Renewed
Pounding of the nails sealing for all time Idle fascination is it a crime Noise of children at play mirrored sounds Old man silenced who was well past his prime Still upon the ground barely breathing bird Twisted wounded broken
We are all stardust
"It's not what you look at the matters, It's what you see" by Henry David Thoreau.
Make You Wonder
Reflections on Memorial Day.....
UNWANTED CONSTRUCTION
I answered the door and found that melody of the past It disguised itself well this time Didn’t seem familiar through the peephole And was wearing a different shade of skin It spoke to me in many tongues before Sometimes using a thick accent
Awoken
Haiku style influenced prophesy of the second coming of Christ. Why not? Watch out Godzilla, here's comes JC !! :)
SILENT CLUES.....
can love be rekindled
The Revival (Part 6)
I have never forgotten my reason I have grown strong with each breath I've taken Waiting anticipating my season Victory is mine no matter what's to be The children are gathering together My heart pounds waiting release from the cage Soon it wi
Always Beautiful Queen
Do you know darling to treat one with respect loving most precious jewel Through light of rainbows one royal gem kissing fingertips Queen fluttering lashes flowing ruby rich in silent waves straight to the golden chambers melting chocolate
Jamie Allen
JAMIE ALLEN Play ya pipes & hey em dancin drinking wine and a prancing play ya pipes Jamie Allen like ya daa Run on wild tek tha hand tek tha bodies tek tha land run on wild, run em ragged, run em mad Tek Geordies shilling t de s
Tell no man of you
Don't throw caution to the wind.. Cafe
Tissue Paper Hot Air Balloon
Lit my first tissue paper hot air balloon this week. I am going to buy another to light tonight if calm winds prevail.
Hail to Kale
Made these today for a friend and wanted to share another recipe poem on a "good for you" veggie! With love, Bon appetite'!
"Behind the red Door"
Introspect? Imagine, sitting here an it's the colour of my back door, an write it into a verse lol.
SHOOTING STAR
In tribute to GASHLEY, she of the tumbling mind, whose poems carry both a wisdom, and enchantment, she the enigma, of the heart and soul, treasure her, magic dust is scarce, we are blessed, that she has sprinkled some for us. ben999
The good things of life...
A regal sunset or a surreal moonrise, The cry of an exotic bird from the Amazon, The thrilling energy of a carnivore disembowelling its prey, The smell of ozone in the air after a thunderstorm, A cup of strong organic coffee shared with a close f
despair
love the one your with and when you look for love dont look to be ones everything because saddly, too quickly too easily you can become any of the two in my poem... either one, the one pulling the trigger or the one at the other end of the gun.
Flow Away
The spirit to the soul will say Let it flow away Let it rest today Your anger, your hurt, your sadness Your expression of dismay Find an outlet in the healing of light rays God's warmth penetrating in the decay Endless loneliness can mold The
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, A SHINING STAR
A DUDE CAN HAVE HOPE CAN'T HE (AND DON'T BE A WISE GUY AND THINK HER NAME IS HOPE WELL IT AIN'T YOU DOPE
Hypatia
Hypatia of Alexandria (about 350 - 415 AD) was a mathematician, astronomer and philosopher- one of the last librarians of the great library of Alexandria. 'Violet rays are only sunshine...'
Let's Be Friends
To all poets here on this corner, with no exception, with deep gratitude and love.
Sweet Bird of Sacrifice
IN MY CAR I SAW A BIRD IN MID FLIGHT GET CLIPPED BY A TRUCK AND KNOCKED INTO TRAFFIC AND SQUASHED. WHEN SPONTANEOUSLY I ASKED MY QUESTION, I WAS THINKING OF MORE ON THE LINES OF KARMIC ISSUES BUT GOT ANOTHER ANSWER ENTIRELY. LATER I IMAGINED THE BIRD LAID DOWN HIS LIFE FOR MY INSIGHT. HENCE THE TITLE: SWEET BIRD OF SACRIFICE.
From Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Manon, Ballerina
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
For Rob
Hoping hope springs eternal for you... Never let that precious dream die.
Inside my soul
why Michael has my soul to protect.
Cold Fire!
Cold Fire! Without love.. Without a worthy inspiration.. Without your sweet smile.. Without the fellowship of your heart.. without You.. I poet.. am a.. Cold Fire.. cafetwo2010
Unborn's Lament
Many years ago a close friend was in this predicament...she swears that the child talked to her in her sleep...it was brewing in my mind for a while and I forgot it... when I met the lady in question recently I found out that the daughter she had almost lived her life the way she dreamed it...this poem is the result...I mean no offence to anyone.