SAILS BY ANY TIDE
FOR YOU MY LOVE, THE BEACONS ARE LIT, TO GUIDE YOUR SHIP INTO MY HEART, UPON THE TIDE.
Black Marbles
Re-edit...
A Child's Pain
No words necessary.
Dark Matter
The only thing that matters in this cursed dark universe... Are things unseen in sick dark dreams that bring what surely hurts... Invisible stars too far to reach elude me every time... Dark matter is the element that can make your dark stars shin
A Poem For My Fellow Poets
A cowboy poet's view on writing poetry and sharing it with fellow poets and readers.
TWILIGHT
An old woman, who lived in a hollow part of the valley, climbed to higher ground, to stand by an old gate, and watch the gold, or pink hue of twilight, thrown out across the hill, which she loved dearly, sometimes while strolling of an evening, id met her there, and we muzed, to while away an hour, and watch the gloming. the poem Twilight, is in her memory, Babbie Johnson, may you rest in peace and stillness, of your beloved Twilight. auld wans, a local expression, meaning old women
KNOCKBOY
'KNOCKBOY' IS AN ANCENT CHURCH, JUST DOWN THE ROAD FROM MY COUNTY WATERFORD, MOUNTAN HOME, HERE N IRELAND, AND IS RATHER QUAINT, THE CHURCH IS FAMED, FOR ITS DOOR, AND WNDOW LINTELS, WHCH CONTAN THE PRECHRSTAN, OGHAM SCRIPT CARVNGS, DOUBTLESS THERE WAS AN OLD PAGAN SITE HERE, IN MORE ANCENT TMES. BORHEEN, AN ANCIENT NARROW PATHWAY, LITERALLY A NARROW COW TRACK. CURLEW, A BIRD, WTH A HIGH PITCHED CRY. 'KNOCKBOY' IN GAELIC, 'CNOC BUI' MEANING THE YELLOW HILL, NAMED FOR THE PROFUSON OF YELLOW FURZE, WHCH ADORN IT.
Solar Storm * 4 Paloma *
Dedicated to you dearest Paloma....
THE LITTLE GIRLS GRAVE
CAME ACROSS THIS LITTLE GIRLS GRAVE, WHILE DOING RESEARCH, IN THE ANCIENT GRAVEYARD AT INISLOON, FURTHER RESEARCH THREW UP THE FACT THAT HER MOTHER WENT QUIET INSANE WITH GRIEF AFTERWARDS, THE PROXIMITY OF THE HOUSE OVERLOOKING THE GRAVEYARD IN INISLOON, WAS TOO MUCH FOR HER TO BEAR, THE JAMESON FAMILY, MOVED AWAY TO DUBLIN, SHORTLY AFTERWARDS, IN THE MID 18 HUNDREDS. A QUAINT BUT BEAUTIFUL SPOT IS ANCIENT INISHLOON, AS THE RIVER MISTS SWIRL ABOUT IT, IN GHOST LIKE SHROUD. INISLOON=RIVERSIDE MEADOW.
Square Circles
Remix
Starfall
To distant memories and new beginnings.
I live in a Trashcan..
I live in a trashcan on a cold alley street Amongst all the garbage with sores on my feet Oh, You've walked by, mabey a time or two Handed me a dollar So kind of you Today, you spoke, and we talked awhile You asked, 'Do I know
Wordplay
Just wordplay again.
The lil box
Come my friend..walk with me I know the sun is hot and the day is long The nights are cold and lonely, and the road seems much to long You go into the city to feast upon its delights, and once you've had your fill you come away empty Whe
Nowhere...and Thinking
Sometimes we find ourselves thrown into a life changing decision and feel as if we are on the edge of an elevator looking into a dark shaft. Wanting to drop one floor to the promise of a great life, afraid to leave what was safe, and just suffering while we decide
My poetry
Random thoughts?
Missed Kisses
It's a bit of wordplay again.
"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.
Water
Water
Dream me
Thought I'd try something a bit different. Hope you like.
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
What Am I? (a riddle)
Here's a riddle for everyone.........let's have some fun people!! :D
Follow your star *
When you were born you were never handed The mysterious equations of life.. In your cradle you merely cried for your Mothers milk and the bright shiney toys That dangled above your crib Your world was nothing more than a Pristine universe fi
For God sake ...Take the pill !
LCBL was commenting about the pill I read So that gave me this quirky inspiration . Thanks bro ... Thou those pills are a multi billion dollars money making industries. This is really a very disturbing reality We really dont know what we are popping in our mouth .
Into Eternity
Walk into eternity adorned with imortality Stripped of flesh and bone, this primitive reality Mind dimensions unknown Spirit transcending time Consciousness awakening from itself With its memory left behind Infinity is just a
THE SYCAMORE TREE
I HAVE IN TRUTH, STILL TO PUT AWAY, CHILDISH THINGS.
AWAKENING TO DREAM TIME
FOR THE ONLY ONE THAT MATTERS, IN THE AWAKENED, AND IN THE DREAM HOURS, OF MY LIFE.
HILL CLIMBER
CAMPED OUT IN THE BEAUTIFUL VERDANT, NIRE VALLEY, IN COUNTY WATERFORD, NEAR DAWN, IM ALWAYS RESTLESS BEFORE A CLIMB, ONLY A HILL CLIMBER, CAN FEEL THE BUZZ, BEFORE AN ASSENT, IT PUTS BARBED WIRE IN YOUR EYES, AND FIRE IN YOUR BLOOD.
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
"You Know a Hurricane's Comin!"
I'm not one to write much about 'Sensual Passion', but I thought I'd try my hand at it while writing an original poem for a friend of mine that carries the same name as a recent hurricane here in the U.S.
Ice Flowers
Trying to bring a bit of cool refreshment to these hot summer days and nights.
Tell no man of you
Don't throw caution to the wind.. Cafe
MYSTICAL LADY
I felt her in front of me tiptoeing through the trees the breeze lifts the leaves ever so gently her shoes make no sound on the ground indentations flatten the grass so I know she is not a figment of my mind she feels gen
MY LIFE
contemplations thats all
As Dusk Falls
peace of night time
When the rose rises
She is but a humble seed craddled in the warm arms of mother earth Enshrouded in darkness her loving stem pushes quietly and ever upwards towards the sun of life She is but a bud of hope when her tiny peddles and dew drop eyes smile at the
AUNT KATHYS GARDEN
AUNT KATHY, 91 YEARS YOUNG, AND LOVES HER FLOWERS, TREATS THEM WITH THE TENDERNESS, OF A MOTHER WITH HER BABIES, AND LOVES THEM DEARLY, A DEAD FLOWER, CREASES HER FACE WITH PAIN, AS IF HAVING LOST A FRIEND, I LOVE HER DEARLY, BUT DON'T TELL HER I SAID THAT.
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.
The sensitive woman
You approach her like a wisp of wind She holds a tear ever ready for the unsuspecting She evaluates you through a thousand shades of feline sensibility If you've spoken once she need not think twice By degrees you stand somewhere betwee
Oval Octagons ( Square Circles Part 2 )
Part two of my poem Square Circles.
SIGNS OF SPRING
Just a good feeling when walking
RE: POETKNIGHTS OF BARD'S TABLE LEGENDS
Windy fiLomena thanks for your encouraging words...
RE: POETRY AND PROSE
HELLO, Good that you brought this to the forefront. Alas! there is little poetry written on this site, but an awful lot of prose, whilst it is true to say, it doesn't matter what you write as long as you write, both poetry and prose are unique in the...
RE: Perfect Memory
A delightful tribute to a lost love... Regards Fellsman...
RE: EYES
You always seem to find the most meaningful things inside a subject... really wonderful poem!...
RE: Childhood Memories
bestbefore, a wonderful reminisce of easy times without adult worries. scrump...what a cool new word you teach me...so...what did you have in mind for Jack? ;-\...
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