Lion Gold
2018 written
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
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
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
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
Full of emptiness
Poetry is a mind puzzle, everyone will see what their mind will tell them to find. Have a good day everyone.
bulb
I had a great time.
Night Light ( Cinquain )
Stresses Per Line The first line has one stress, which was usually iambic meter with the first syllable unstressed and the second stressed. Line two has two stresses. Line three has three stresses. Line four has four stresses. Line five has one stress. Syllables Per Line Following the invention of this form, Crapsey made changes to the form and included a certain number of syllables per line. Line one had two syllables. Line two had four syllables. Line three had six syllables. Line four had eight syllables. Line five had two syllables. There are other forms of cinquain but I liked this one.
Not Tonight but Tomorrow (1978)
I came across this poem last night, and it captivated me with the phrasing and usage of his words.
Cat smiles
ok ladies..I wasen't in some crazy bar.lol I home drinking coffee waiting for a real fine girl like you.. But don't make me wait forever...I'm not all that strong..lol
I Feel
I feel the shedding off The pulling off of Care As if I am removing a Hood from my head I feel the exposure As if the hat I wear Is being lifted off By a gust of wind Or an other's hand I feel the bareness As if I am a snake And my s
Paring Knife
I have a new canvas now The gesso is virginal. Pure, with no stroke by Brush or pencil Not touched by hand or knife Not witness to the communication Between Mind, eye execution I have a new canvas now A blossom not yet plucked A fruit rip
Today
Today Today, I put some earrings on I may color my hair, Hide the roots but I cannot hide my roots What roots I have are not in Any specific place But they are always With me I could get in shape Change my shape Change my job I can alt
Me
I am an artist and writer and a tourist in my fish bowl. I have a treasure chest with pearls and crowns, all at the bottom of the sea. My hands are never tied and they are busy all the time. Just you wait and see.
Harsh
The icy wind stripped her skin to bone and crops of goose bumps dotted her bare arms and legs. She guarded her skirt from filling with air and exposing her most private of places. She pulled her blouse closed at her neck, and while doing so, felt h
I Lower My Head
my hair dresser, he is amazing
Three Swans
Purple hue on the horizon Clouds waltz by like a slow song Purple river flowing by the meadow And the river is winding and long Birds fly up in the sky with purple wings I see kites so high with purple strings Toy soldiers marching fast as t
Twice as nice
Today I thought What if I tried again. Ive nothing to lose.. Can I love again? Even though it hurts? Alone does not suit me Solitude is not my thing. Never thought I would write again I was wrong on this..too. Cannot be bad Even though
'back road' original song. '87
1st song I ever wrote. I was 17. :) it's had some staying power with me for sure.
The Moon lights tear?
The moon haunts me with a brightness that screams through the deafening darkness of the night...A light I wish to embrace for the enlightening...A light that that travels away from my inner most flaws...I internally chase, and attemp to hunt it.... B
Lifebuoyne
Well, this is a rather local one, composed upon the banks of the Boyne in Drogheda, Ireland.
Superman Rap Song
This is a silly rap song I wrote a long time ago. It was the first song I ever wrote, and my only rap song. The song is about what happens to us as we travel through life. I just used Superman as a metaphor for what happens to us in life. We're going along just great, maybe not paying full attention, and we have a head on collision with reality. Then, just as we're starting to recover from that, maybe we get hit again. That's the way life works sometimes.
What is Real?
Does anybody care? What ever happened to a touch? Feelings no one wants to share! Holding hands use to mean so much! Now with the cell phone, You can find a cyber mate your very own dream date! Yet, still feel so much alone. Guess time ha
Morning Dew
I probably should not post this as I think it needs work... .....but....
A Day at the Office
Just a "quickie"
My River ( a distant glance)
A "conversation" I once had while running next to "my river"... Conversation with whom? Well, it swells of pantheism, but a conversation with the river. Just one of those days.
What is Pain ? ? ?
I saw the word pain and this is the result
Knights of Yore
A story I have to tell of days of yore when knights were brave heroes and fought to save distressed damsels from the hands of their ravishers One such knight was Sir Fight Alot with his silver armour all a glitter he rode a mighty fiery white
No Power Over Her!
One has to learn to forgive others to be able to free oneself of decay.
one day
on day
You Brought Me Back
Poem is just a humble message to same all,who without any relate with wants to trouble and tease.......and want to make ones life live as hell.
Every one rights to love
This poem is for such girls/boys who in their best of richness,forgets to take enough care for love,and later on try to reach,by paying the price of their destiny....
Trust no one ..
Trust no one ..
Im Real
Im Real
Give The Answer Of Heart
This poem is written for proudy feel of all,who do not care enough to care for love when love follow with all bowing head.............
Double Face ...
Double Face ...
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I need Freedom, equality, and brotherhood
I need Freedom, equality, and brotherhood
“Attention Seeker
Attention seeker, tell me what’s on your mind.What exactly are you looking for? What are your intentions? What are you wanting to gain? What are you expecting to find. Attention seeker, it appears obvious to me, that you’re one who is inse
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The game called life
there is a door
Fake II
Fake II