Sonnet 4
After you left, my world not remained same. Everything changed; everyone changed and then Everyone started openly to blame Me that I was very much unshaken; That I beat you and fought with you. Surely, You know the truth, for you are not drive
By The Sweat Of Their Brow
Soldiers dug a hole in the ground By the sweat of their brow Then they went and got this man This same man you still know now I'm sure they must have mocked him As they all took a bow And then they nailed his hands and his feet By the sweat
Writing
What you think, what you dream, Even a tranquil mountain stream. What other people have to say Or describe the type of day. Something to make someone smile, Or cause them to ponder a while. It can be about what you see, Or a great deep blue
Anger
Be ye angry and sin not. A Bible verse we have forgot. Does your anger rule your life? Do you always live with strife? Many love their confrontations, Seeking out new aggravations. Being negative gives them joy. For them anger is their toy.
Miss you
I woke up in tears Theres no way your gonna walk down those stairs Doesn't matter how many prayers I pray Your're in a place where there's no pain I cry so hard that Every part of my body hurts I miss you so much
A VOICE FROM ETERNITY ( sting of sin )
God is departed And answers no more , Forever is closed Mercy's door. And now in hell My bed I make, Because my God I did forsake. He called me oft, He called me long, But I preferred The dance and song. I scorn
{Tango And Tonga}
I was inspired to write this poem after seeing an India film called {"Naya Duar"} meaning new way.Behind this concept is a love story between our India legend star, Dilip Kumar and his love interest vivacing beautiful Vyjantimala.After vising the temple, the hero asks vyjantimala what did she ask God? and the herione blurts into a song::::: {Maang ke saat tumara, meine mang liya sansar} meaning, if I have you, I will have the world.This conversation happened in a single horse driven carriage, where two became one.
{The Biggest}
It was just a crazy idea to write this poem, because of only one word that kept rotating in my mind and that word was :::::::::::: {Biggest}
{The Smallest}
Just as I wrote the poem on {Biggest}, I said to myself why not write a poem on {smallest}; this how idea to wriote this poem came to me.
{Of what Use...........}
I wrote this poem on seeing with what hopelessness peole are living their life.Whether they are rich or poor, everyone is not at peace. Why is it so? This kept me thinking to pen the poem.
{Change}
I keep thinking how this world is moving and I see that nothing is static. What fashion is to-day, the next day it vanishes; every day there is something new.This concept kept me thinking and I wrote this poem for a "change"
Into the fire
It's dark in here
BEYOND THE VEIL
SOMEONE WALKED UP TO ME AND SAID THAT LIFE WAS FULL OF OBSCURITIES MY ADVICE WAS THE CONTENT OF 'BEYOND THE VEIL
Take My Hand ......
I here your voice like a decent wind echoing across the sky but there is doubt that breaks it down like a shattered dream with colors that change just take my hand ill show you the way I well move you heat in a deferent pace just take my hand an what
Look back to Spring
How in the Autumn of our lives, we look back in hope its hours to regain, the truth lies in the magic of each day of our lives? regardless the season.
Golf Tips
Just some random tips I've heard over the years. I have been golfing for 31 years on golf courses. I used to just whack a ball around with a 7 iron I got from my brother down at the ball park. The par was 3 to hit a cement block and 3 the other way to hit between two fence posts.
Liquid Sunset
Irelands Little People: The Leprechauns There are many Irish who swear to have seen the little sprite and many more who believe that they exist. They shun humans, who they believe have an insatiable hunger for wealth, are untrustworthy, thoughtless and easily tricked.
A Smile Brought To Mind
A little poem about remembrance for all we are and say….I am often inspired by simple country life here in the New England countryside and sharing a little of that sentiment here.
ANZACS
Legends
THE RAIN
ALOT OF PAIN EMPTIES OUT IN THE RAIN! THE POEM IS ABOUT A FRIEND! NOT ME! I REPEAT; NOT ME!
The Perfect Pick
First published some years ago on a major poetry site, this little piece made their representative book/cd set for that year. A slow,bluesy tune goes with it when it's performed.
Enter At Your Own Risk ......
the moral of the story here is hand off what is not yours .
Caught
one day with my heart beating out of chest speeding behind with all the rest officer pull me aside and I said to him but offer I was not the only one speeding an he just pull out his pad an pen and said with a grind son' have you ever gone fishing
Smile
I think of you and smile wide, But every smile is only a lie, To hide the hurt I feel inside, Sleepless nights and tired eyes, I think about you all the time, I think of you and only cry, I think of you and want to die, I thought of you and wr
The Pond In Its Glory
My Special Haven
Where is true love?
The reason why a relationship broke up
Come New Poets
Welcome new poets!
Cool Possum call
Hand crafted slipped from the memory I remember Sleeping on my sullen face An adventure of power Who? Chucks this kiss? Go beyond Of Tidal waves I cannot see the way Yet I shall go away from you Sight Cool Another floss
Trench Fever
Last words
FORGIVENESS IS MY SONG
FORGIVENESS ENDURES
silver dawn
one of those rare mornings where I feel the earth is at peace with itself.........
THE FRONT GATE MESSIAH
FOR LOVING CATS, I WAS FIRED FROM A JOB THAT I TRUELY ENJOYED! GO FIGURE! I EARNED THE NICKNAME FRONT GATE MESSIAH BECAUSE THE SUPERVISORS WOULD COME TO ME FOR ANSWERS! THEY SAID SOME PEOPLE CAN WORK THE GATE, BUT TRAVIS; IS THE GATE!
Time Running Away
A poem about time as perpetual motion all coming from a single source, our sun.
SOMEWHERE
Just rumbling.
Wilderness
There's nothing out there but wilderness Don't shoot your arm You'll do yourself harm Don't snort it You might snuff it There's nothing out thee but wilderness Hold onto love Like a dove Don't run around like a clown You might not get down
Time
BOMBS ARE MADE, TIME HAS CHANGED, WHAT WE LOST WE REMEMBER, WHAT WE REMEMBER, WE HAVE FOREVER. BY PEDRO, 2007
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
CONVERSATION BETWEEN LOVERS
Lovers can have any conversation, anything they say have a love pattern.They are happy, but some still believes on valentine's day, without knowing that, there is nothing like lover's day, because love doesn't last for a day. Lovers are people who have feelings for each other.
My Gran Canaria
After 10 years when I first visited and fell in love with the island I now have the chance to go there and live. I went there recently for a week's recce to check things out and to make sure my vision wasn't a dream gone wrong, only to find I loved it all the more. I leave the UK on July 1st to realise my dream, finally. This poem was written while I was there.
Young Little Boy .
Brought a tear or two. How about you?
I COULD FOREVER SLEEP
This poem is about a woman who is hauntingly seduced, and made passionate love to by the stranger in her dreams .. about how her dream is so real that she even finds strands of the strangers hair on her pillow ..
RETURN TO SENDER
God sends his love to mankind via The US Postoffice. At first man is confused, thinking a mistake has been made. Then upon realizing that the newborn is heaven sent, he calls for one of Gods angels to take it back. God then voices his intent. The package is an infant child, (Gods Love) sent by God representing a pure love and the new life that it offers, if only it were returned. Hence ... God wants to LOVE US, and BE LOVED BY US in return .............