BED, BOOK AND HANDLE
NANCY REAGAN'S ADVICE WAS AS LAME AS WHEN HER HUSBAND BECAME A LAME DUCK
PAINTINGS 1
PAINTINGS BY OIL WATERCOLOUR FREEZE INTO TIME PORTRAITS EYES COME TO LIFE GAZING AT YOU PAINTINGS
HERRINGBONE HEMMED
JUST ANOTHER POEM FOR THE INJUSTICE OF IRELAND TO BURY DEEP ENOUGH THAT ONLY A FOOL WOULD SCAN THAT FAR TO FIND A POEM WRITTEN ON THIS EARLY FLORIDA MORN, FOR SURELY SHE IS AN UNFAIR EDITOR BORN
choices
flip the coin watch it spin wait for the fall and start again heads you win tails you mend roll the dice make your bet up the anty start to sweat winners take all losers go home flip the coin wait for it to fall run to see which way its
I switched off the light
there was a glow yes ann a glow and I could still see I could see you see your eyes smile your smile walking hope facing up leading up nothingness
No Sound
As I lay here alone, in the silence of darkness’ digital age, sans the ticking of the clock to mark the passage of time, I am engulfed by thoughts of you. It was only yesterday (or was it the day before?) that you came into my life unexp
Fragile
Often life seems to have all negative intersect at the same relative time in one's life and no matter how much stamina we have we reach the edge of shattering. This is a tribute to those people and an understanding of their unique plight.
Secrets Of The Day
The secret of the day. :)
Men Who Don't Fit In...
An observation of the folly of man.
Along Came You
How the world was illuminated that night I met my husband.
A Brighter Day
It's foaling season here and this is in memory of Bob's Princess who passed away giving birth to her first foal. Sadly, both were lost early this morning. :(
Lodestone
Observations on conversations.....
awake when sleeping
A place called sleep and a town called dream hidden deep inside us and when day is gone and we lay down to sleep night beams touch the soul you may be sleeping soundly but unseen to view nights of subconscious appear dreams within dreams pe
Bagpipes Crying
The memory of finding my grandfather's old foot locker, my service during Operation Desert Storm and a tribute to those who have served and to those still serving.
Shadow Demon
The Shadow Demon that watches us all.
A Life No One Will Tame
A look at cowboys past and present.
Morning In Those High Hills
Enjoying the quiet moments of morning.
Traveling Demon
This is not really about love at all. Unless it is love of ones self. Do you ever reach a time where you just want to run free and worry about cleaning up the mess afterwards? I have been breaking free. No mess yet. But old enough to know when you break this free you will eventually pay the piper if you are not careful.
An Ode To An Old Friend
An ode to an old friend and reminiscing upon life.
A New Day 2011
A new year starts as fresh and clean as fresh snow on the meadows.
Destiny
Another set of thoughts written while searching for self.
New Year, A New Day
A humble toast for the New Year.
Let Go and Let God..
If a bad attitude is keeping you down, give thanks to God instead for the blessings you have. :)
Quiet Night Thoughts
Contemplating the heavens one starry night.
Lies
It's just the way people usually succumb to lies, knowing they are lies, but nevertheless believing in self-deception.
The Lone Storyteller
Written for Fellsman. :)
After the War
The real extent of the damage is never known until the haze of war has cleared and all is revealed. The real nature of the enemy can be shocking and the damage so much greater than realized while numbed and poisoned. Only after the divorce do you really know just how deep was the dagger in your back.
Storms, Simple Storms
For a friend who is going through a rough time.
Clouds Of Life
The clouds of life can reflect our feelings for someone too.
A Christmas Beneath The Stars
Christmas on the range.
Waste words
Just thinking.
What Is A Successful Woman?
The traits of a successful woman and how we can all relate to it. :)
I Dreamed
I just like this Russian poet and enjoy translating his poems.
AWAKENING TO DREAM TIME
FOR THE ONLY ONE THAT MATTERS, IN THE AWAKENED, AND IN THE DREAM HOURS, OF MY LIFE.
Who Looks Back In The Mirror?
I'm a broad advocate of "who gives a rip what they think of me?" Why? Because honestly, bravado can be a thin veil and it doesn't take much to peek under the surface and find layers of someone seeking attention for whatever reason. It's about accessing ourselves honestly, not with obnoxious behavior because one thinks it can bring them all the things they hope for in life. Do life with confidence, look at it maturely and leave your ego at the door. Go after what you want in life, but do it with dignity. :)
Are You Happy?
I wrote this to say with my nieces when they come for visits. :)
Naturally
Would this be the force to bring me down? Earthquakes phase not this southern-sunward body; Tidal wave After wave of sorrows have not so violently harmed the flesh of so young A flower. And yes it is no more fault than Opus Or Octave, thou
A Person With An Inferiority Complex
Dealing with a person who has an inferiority complex. Not an easy thing as they tend to be so negative that they suck the sun right out of the sky.Being acquainted with such a person who is an employee (He's going to be looking for another job because of his attitude and behavior towards the other wranglers. I hate to do it, but I have to think of their well-being first).The "stories" he tells are unreal. Putting into words their attitude towards life and how they treat others. It's not a good thing.
Beware of Serpents
I am the archetype. Pedestaled forever with a label Which reads “Woman - Sin”. What fairness? Pale as though marble, the Serpents crafted my brow from Dirt; they should have eaten it. Beauty herself posed for my image, and J
Laundry
When people lie to you, do you think they know? Is it intentional, this spiral they put you through like ropes on a pulley, strips of cloth spinning round the washing machine as a child painted to the brim pokes gleefully at the bended glass?
Push
Transcedental life looked at.
BAGWELLS GROVE
THE OLD BAGWELL ESTATE, IS SITUATED JUST OUTSIDE THE TOWN OF CLONMEL, COUNTY TIPPERARY, IN IRELAND. THE FAMILY WERE CROMWELLIAN SETTLERS IN IRELAND, AND WERE BANKERS, BY TRADE. THEY ARE LONG GONE NOW, BUT THE OLD ESTATE STILL RETAINS AN AURA, OF FADED ELIQUENCE, I STROLLED AROUND ITS OLD GARDEN WALK LATELY, TRACES OF ITS FORMER GRANDEUR, ARE STILL TO BE FOUND.