Thanks and praise (Bob Marley)
All about bob...
Secret love
probably nothing will change anyway
Ode to a Friend
Though written with one in mind, actually applicable to many...
The Secret Glade
Within a forest in a glade, Is Nature's finest green brocade, It's nestled by a secret stream, Inside the mirror of a dream. If I should pause, to change direction, Go to that place of soft reflection, To sit beneath a sylvan bower, Some dap
That's True Love...
Awesome Story Must Read. . . . Husband comes home drunk and breaks some crockery, vomits and falls down on the floor... Wife pulls him up and cleans everything. Next day wen he gets up he expects her to be really angry wid him.... He prays t
Mom
about my mother who passed
Friends, of yester years
Beautiful hearts, beautiful memories. Makes life beautiful.
MY MAMA MADE ME
its about my mother the way she raised me up. she was a single mother but she took no none sense. when i am not in a good mood i always remember her. i wish she leaved longer to see me growing.
NOTHING PERSONAL (from one who knows...)
Face it Death’s a bit of a disappointment I hope nothing will be spoiled here but it is definitely not what it’s been cut out to be Its colossal build-up over the centuries is absolutely unjustified and its terrifying caricatures often
Greater Love
I know this poem has a morbid feel to it, I wrote it in the memory of my nephew. RIP J.Stanaway
MY FOREVER VALENTINE
this poem goes out to that special person in everyone"s life! as for me, I wrote this poem soley for jasmine; my four legged wife!
Happy
We can't always expect others or material things to bring us happiness, we must look within. Thanks for reading, God bless everyone. J
Ode to Canada.
A reflection of my recent first time in Canada, and as a gift to my Canadian cousin who looked after me so well.
Captured
After meeting you my Steve my heart was captivated by what i saw in your eyes and so i wrote this for you
Teddy Bears in Paradise
This is a deeply personal piece. It is whimsical, and at times silly in it's words, but purposeful. Hidden within its words are moments, places, and dreams once shared with someone special. Even the dedication has a special code. If the person for whom it was written should find it here she would surely recognize it. I have often thought of producing a line of teddy bears based upon the poem and including a bound copy with each bear.
Will you cuddle with me ?
without necessarily penetration
One Minute's Silence (A Lament For George Best)
it details a football stadium as it stood lamenting George Best and gives some aspects of George's career as a footballer and as a celebrity and in the word 'diseased' as an alcoholic
Poem for Megan
For seven years I've longed for your love, That's deep and blue as the ocean's bliss - As winged she flies - a lonely dove - Through the storm's eye in search of your kiss;- No longer I'll watch the empty cove, And dying waves that beg for a try
I SEE YOU LIKE BLACK
Well you would be singing "Lady in black" instead of "Lady in Red" :)
red sun
Rise its a new day To bask in the heat the sun Temps high Radiates it generates Warmth that ray of sun Heat envelopes Wraps the soul warms the body Comforts are soul Heat absurbs wheres it gone Into the body Heals are soul The joy of
SHARON V.
I wrote this for a special person tech vet who loves animals as much as me!
SCHOOL DAYS
I MET A GREAT TEACHER AND INSPIRATION TO ME! MY MUSIC TEACHER; MR HAMBURG!
Ode to Asma ~Chapter 1 ~
One year in Dhaka, taught me more of life than a decade
Ode to Asma ~Chapter 3 ~ (there is a Chap.1 & 2)
Next came, my market week i missed; such preventing, torrential rains. So, it became two, almost three weeks trudged on before i could come. This time, though, suddenly became a herald from word carried by mouth, among the children in masses gathe
Ode to Asma ~Chapter 2~
So, then after, and ever after, my weekly trips to the circle of city for market, my eyes would quickly scan the jumble of bodies rushing towards me, and miraculously she would appear out of the morass. i would frown at any stick raised at my c
Tarzan and Jane
the record was recorded a while back the words are always important freedom from the politics and hustle and bustle rumble in the jungle Tarzan and Jane
Ardor
Each night while I slumber She creeps into my dreams Out from backdrops of blue and umber In a shroud of red and yellow beams She’s hypnotic in her particular motion As she dances to the rhythm of the backbeat on a hang drum She bew
Legacy Of Rodeo
I didn't actually write this poem, its dedicated to all the Bullriders out there who have come off a bull and survived it. Lane Frost was a true cowboy, who in his day lived up to his name, at just 24 he was instantly killed by a bull name Red Rock which he rode at the Calgary Stampede championship finals.
My Mom
Took this long to get to the point where I could write this.
ode to you
past experiences
Woke up to a new world
This poem is probably the most powerful words I’ve read concerning our ever changing world . ! MR Rashid has my greatest respect .
Cy's Unguis
From real life. Despite imperfections, the perception of beauty should always remain strong.
Ode to joy
I live where beauty surrounds me, and this my tribrute
Lyn (the kindness of strangers).
* Australian saying meaning rough, unrefined. ** Rhyming slang i.e f*cking nuts.
BEAUTY
True beauty what is it really As we often heard It’s in the eye of the beholder Beauty can be found In almost anything In a song or rhyme The sounds of the wind a moment of remembrance in page through time’s journal a majestic tree
A beautiful woman
Just wanted to give a better outlook on what a true beautiful woman is.
Betrayal of OUR Dead in Defiance
1.2 Billion mactations on New World Order´s bloody Altar of GREED since 26 Jan 1778! WE Homo sapiens are STILL Abused (in billions), victims blamed, kids etc BBQd ALIVE, all for ¨Freedom¨, and exterminated for ¨Economy¨ by the West! Sent in DEFIANCE to 6 successive Poetry and TRUTH hating Chief Orcs of Gulag Australis Inc
Thank You
thankful for the God and i know this is not a poem
Beautiful Doris Day
I love Doris Day' She projected the girl next door image A sweet lovely sophistacted sensitive woman Que sera sera Blessings and Love to all
"The Rose and the Weed"
One day while pondering the thought and possibility of plants 'thinking and speaking'... I came up with this poem. It's meant to be an analogy of the way people's lives can sometimes be compared to one another. Success vs failure, popular vs unpopular, accepted vs the outcasts. May it cause us all to be a bit more compassionate and sensitive to those around us who may appear to be less fortunate in life's circumstances.
(THE) SNOWBALL DERBY
It's very worthy visit their beaches for sure! Tweaked 11/28/17
The MOST Valuable one!
From the secret place,stirring from wthin,bubbling up by The HOLY SPIRIT,I simply agreed with it! Understanding where the values of people are these last days shows a loss of virtue & integrity;more focus on the fleeting appearance of what seems good & right,just as The LORDGOD said it would be! My feelings at the time was about truly cherishing communicating with one I thought was lost to the rushing world.So in thanksgivings I had to seize it & perhaps another will agree to bring about a readjusting of our atmosphere for a currency exchange( GOD'S WORK for a 2nd Day-Monday!)
RE: shadow1950
Cool tribute write brother Cafe! Ken...
RE: YOUR QUEST
Laura, how miss your lovely comment, I'm not sure but thanks as always....
RE: I HAVE A FEELING YOU PARENTS AIN'T LISTENING ~free
Credit where credit is due, this is good. It is thoughtful. well written and well rhymed. It is also coherent. Well done, CJ...
RE: Metamorphosis
Beatifully written Chris. I like your style. But I am curious what caused this topic? Greetings. Lily...
RE: Until it Does
Thank you again Celtic, it is nice to have another friend here...Jesse...
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