courage
when the clinker fails in the boards of your heart when the gunnells dip and you lose your chart when you sail alone through the seas of steel when your sails are drowned by a broken keel when the wind dies and your spirit's corrup
Spring Time
The Spring brings things which the Winter witch stole... Flowers soon bloom, bright colors unfold... Trees resist breeze, and bring forth their fruit... For your lovely lips to partake of... The sounds of your heart are so doubly-sweet... Natu
Tainted - for NZ
White Supremacy?……in a land like NZ? It is so very wrong, so cruel, so deplorable. How sad it is for those who lost their lives, all 49 of them and their grieving families. My heart is broken but though mine aches; it is nothing compared to those who lost love ones. I am still shaken; and I've cried a lot today and people might not understand why because I have no one that I know that was gravely affected by this massacre. But I m affected and I wish there was someone I could talk to that really understands; someone who shares the love, the passion for that land and it's people. But I am alone in my thoughts, it's sad and lonely at the same time. Some feels more than others and that I can understand. NZ is still my home; and it is her pure, down to earth, beautiful, friendly and giving nature (applicable to both the land and the people) and this one horrible act of a senseless, self-centred misfit has forever tainted what has always been the purest, cleanest and green profile of NZ. I keep saying but no one is listening; rebuild the family unit...parents are too busy working and we are breeding spineless, self-absorbed, feeling so privileged children who have no life-skills so much so that when life storms come their way they simply cannot cope. They either cry and give up or they take to the gun and kill the rest of us all because most parents these days are afraid to discipline (not chastise) their children. It is such a pity that some parents do everything for their kids mistaking it as love. “I wrote this not just to express my own thoughts but those of the many migrants who were attacked in a senseless way. They're migrants but as our NZ Prime Minister said; “they are us” and NZ was their home! I realize poems can be read, interpreted differently from the writer’s point of view…so before anyone judges me, let me say: I'm a Christian and believe in just one Supreme Authority ergo: I don’t believe in White Supremacy but mentioned it here as a reaction to an article that came out that day. I spend 70% at least of my time working to come -up with ideas/strategies to connect cultural groups where we are. I have to be colour blind; yes a different type of colour – blindness- the type that is aware white is the presence of all colours and history tells us we all, regardless of colour, contributed to the building of our modern societies. To me, skin colour is just that; a colour, a covering…much like the many colours of clothing we choose to cover us each day! If there is anything I will condemn; it will be the act of terrorism; not the people, not skin colour ,not even religion. Just the demented minds of a few. We look at NZ as our quiet little backyard, where there is no place for senseless acts such as this one. I know Terrorism is a devil that lurks around us as old as old can be. But it hasn’t been and never will be nurtured in NZ and we therefore are not as desensitized as the rest of the world.
Full of emptiness
Poetry is a mind puzzle, everyone will see what their mind will tell them to find. Have a good day everyone.
My
Today’s poem
Dream me
Thought I'd try something a bit different. Hope you like.
Lays or lies
Sex/relationships respond not to rules -emotion rules.
Portals of Time
Reflecting on what a "day" is...metaphorically of course.....in a sonnet for just the fun of it....why else?
bulb
I had a great time.
This Old Dirt Road
Life is such a journey .......
Capturing Time
I feel 'a cosmic green light' staying on for me to write just now.
Truly
There are foolish words, attitudes without value, irreproachable needs, guilt that does not need an owner, unnecessary cries that evoke the most intrinsic secrets that the past washed, days that do not require the rotation of the earth, thoughts that
Are you real ?.
Will there be happiness? Is it really a feeling that emerges at the best moments? Or maybe just some flash created by moments filled with complete joy? It will be my question a cliché, everything is based on the time we empty our mind, what never mot
Unmatched
Today I do not find an adequate start to dedicate some lines that make you blush, I seek in my conscience pieces of your personality that bring my muse back to inspiration, you are the daily work of my thoughts, that is the reason why I am full of yo
Lemme Pull You Close >
On The Far Corner > Of Flat Earth ? He 'Magellaned' Her With Simple Truth
I am who I am
Be Yourself
Creation and Cremation
Burning a pile of leaves.
Fire Kids (Cafetwo Challenge)
Most children touch fire once... Learning to never touch it again... Some children seem to forget the pain... Touching the hot coals again.... A few children seem to never learn... Constantly getting themselves burned... But one child knows no
DOWN LIFE'S ROAD
In our lives we will make billions of decisions, thousands every day. Each has the potential to forever change our lives. So be wise as Solomon, don't let things get you down, and enjoy the journey Down Life's Road.
Skin wear
In England, they talk about having your heart on your sleeve... in France we talk about having your heart on the edge of your skin.. à fleur de peau... which is kind of difficult to translate... on the edge doesn't give credit to it.. but the idea is there.. just underneath the surface.. I say I wear my heart on my skin.. kinda combination of both languages I guess... Anyway... I like the text.. I made a nice blues out of it!
IF I WAS A TREE
All too often I have a moment of clarity concerning the truth that things aren't always what they seem.
Sands of time
The sands of time drift about within the wind Feel how it blows softly against the skin Thoughts and feelings are but grains of sand See how they sift gently from the hand Words of love seem to have little meaning but it is the hope of those
The many faces
The many faces from many places What do they say? The lines and wrinkles their eyes seem to twinkle They are always so far away The things they say of themselves are they their own self perception or hidden thoughts of deception? It is sai
For better or for worse
For better or for worse it often ends from an empty purse In sickness and health until you lose your wealth Yet often we fail because selfishness tends to prevail nobody seems to want to place their faith upon the scale There is of course
Lion Gold
2018 written
Pony tale
2018 written
STAY
Dreams are merely wishes. We don't need it All to find true happiness. Be content with what you have. It's what God gave you.
Aiiii Soooo
AiiiiiSoooo SooooAiiiii iiiiiiSooooo OOOsssa arigato
Tales from the Ocean of Humanity
An allegory for our voyage through life and our quest for companionship...
Leaning on hollowed sticks
it is a passage of "bad timing", that's all I have to say about it -_-
Plop > Drops A Little Pebble
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced. John Keats
LOVE ME TO DEATH
If one hides the truth for too long it will eventually burst thru like floodwaters thru a breached levee. Don't try to hold back. Say what you need to say, and say it to whom you feel you need to say it to, or you could find yourself........
WHEN I WAS YOUNG
On October 7, 2017, my 85yr old father murdered my older brother's wife then killed himself. Its been extremely difficult to find forgiveness for him. But seasons have changed. And it's getting very close to Spring. All happiness is on the verge of full bloom.
I'm a Troll
I'm a troll, she's a troll He's a troll, CS patrol Let's just pay the toll are we on a poetic roll? Laugh a lot play a lot The ladies searching for Sir Lancelot Dance a lot and kiss a lot Just don't drink a lot!! Care a little disrega
BRILLIANT NEW DAWN: ACCEPTANCE
Inspired by real events in my life. Letting go of someone close to us after they've departed is very difficult. But we must let go before we can once again grab hold.
BOUND FOR NOTHINGNESS
in memorium to the families of victims of violence everywhere. are we bound for nothingness?
Thanks for sharing
Thanks for sharing but nobody is really caring Thanks for your heart bearing but, your thoughts are thinly wearing You think you are a poet yet your message doesn't really show it You may have your unique style but always rememb
The power of regret
The power of regret So hard to forget Things said actions done Love lost for the search of one. How often we say and do things we can't take back Wishing and wondering if we should of said this instead of that. What always remains is
Reflection
For all in whom I know and knew and those who know me and those who choose to know. If we continue to hold onto our pain of regrets and anger of our past and not let go we all will eventually have to face it
JOKESTER IN PINK
Kidding around is part of life. For some, however, that's all they ever do. Ever wanting to be the center of attention they become locked into a cycle of approval seeking that keeps them stuck. They never mature.
Eternity's poem
There will come a time when Life will kiss the silver apple When the sun that rises in the East and settles in the west Shall kneel to the true son of Light When wrinkled hands and calloused Knees shall walk on streets of gold When imaginati
Outside my broken window
Outside my broken window, the light begins to fade ... at least that's how the evening tide makes it seem... I look into my closed mind , to see if I can walk the night ... to bridge the gap , to keep close to me , the warm, life giving light..