BROKEN CHILD WITHIN
BROKEN CHILD WITHIN I found her you know, the one, the one they said is never there, but she was, hidden behind her cascading hair, dangling across, her gentle caring face. It hung, as if to hide a truth, but it was the honesty of innocen
Treasure Poets
Treasure poets with spirit shovels embark upon a mystic sea On a ship called nameless dreams carrying ancient maps of desire Voices taunt in errie fog warning of troubled waters But treasure poets man sails of hope and steer into a starle
Self Me My I Die To My I
This is what happens when you get three days off work..lol
Life Chasers
Hope!
"KINDNESS"
Just a plain Swade poem as promised. :-) After reading a poem last night written by a young man questioning the existence of God, then clearly stating a sincere interest in knowing some 'PROOF' of His existence, I was very impressed by the overall level of 'kindness' shown by him and others that surfaced in the exchange of comments to his poem and the on-going dialog between those pushing the thread. Religion and politics are 'HOT' topics that usually set 'intellectual' fires, but the exchanges and how they were handled on that particular poem were very encouraging to me. 'Kindness' is a great extinguisher for damaging verbal flames. The author of that poem deserves an award for his manner of response in KINDNESS to those attempts that were made to ignite another 'unsuccessful' and 'unnecessary' flame. KUDOS TO THE KIND KID!!!
Clouds Of Life
The clouds of life can reflect our feelings for someone too.
Quiet Night Thoughts
Contemplating the heavens one starry night.
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. :)
Sad The Sensitive Artist
An observation of poets pitching a fit when they are criticized. Not a pretty sight.
Tombless
Lost and unmarked graves of the West remembered.
The Lion
In the stillness of the jungle.. I watch.. and wait.. for you~ You will not enter these lands unnoticed.. For tonight.. I am Awake! I sit high an lifted up and I am the ruler of my world~ Watch out! Make no sound For I will hear it..
THE PERFECT STORM
What good is love without passion, without passion, it is but fondness.
THE BANSHEE'S CALL
In Ireland, the Banshee, who is supposed to be a fairy woman (bean, woman; sidhe, fairy) is said to wail and cry when members of certain families are about to die. It has never been established, however, why this ghostly creature follows some families.
CREATURE OF THE NIGHT
Part of a collection of illustrated poems, for a children's story book.
Together We Just Are...
Just a continuation of my other poem. Hope it's up to your standard Agoodguytohave! :)
Come With Me
Come and take a ride with me. :)
Lodestone
Observations on conversations.....
The Second Book Of Job Revisited
An accident on the rimrock.
A Toast For 2012
A toast for the New Year. :-)
Eternity
Relevance of Time
I'm Afraid That You Are Forgetting
this was a song that was written and published by my grandma in 1931
Home is where the heart is
Transparency and communication ( discussions ...label them not as arguments). Home is where your right hand knows what your left hand does....it pays to lay everything on the table... It can make us really feel at home.
My Dream Date
Totally abstract daydreaming about a dinner date with my dream-girl while out walking on a deserted street.
Life
the child in me...
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
Catching Up with An Old Love
the island was Jersey from there we went to Scotland it was good to reminisce but there's no going back our lives are now quite diverse
Tides of Love
It is fun to take something we love like the ocean and turn it into so much more with just the mere wording. Thank you for accompying me on my beach trip
I Can See For Miles
Accross the expanse of time she calls to me..'When my love' How long before the lonely nights find us in loves embrace? Mere words shall not dry my tears til flesh and bone meet flesh and bone 'Til then I search the skys-
Light From the Darkest Star
This sonnet is a metaphor for 'truth'.
Eclipse of the Heart
I watched as the sun set tonight. It reached a point where it seemed that day time wanted to hold night time. Night time removed all the shadows and day time seized to be. Tomorrow the queen will rise once more to claim the day time as hers. It will be the moon who will then bow to the sun and the circle of life will continue.
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
Tomorrow's Voyage
New Years !! Something very symbolic to a new year like in voyages in time, we will head across unknown chartless territory to new horizons.
Tribute to JimEee the great
For my good humored poet friend JimEee. Cafe
A womans kiss
A womans kiss might find you On some dusty old trail You might catch a glimpse of Her smile as her fingers glide Through her hair But there is a book never read By man hidden in the cave of Desire It reveals the secrets of her mystic Charms
Dream ship
No one can sail your ship but you No one has seen the horizons that have graced your eyes, nor have they weighed your tears on the stormy sea Who has tasted the joy of your heart when magic smiles have kissed your lips? Who has clung to th
The lion and the man
I've always been facinated with the nature and very appearance of the lion.
Peel ‘t Her
Kiss of wind, skin expose Rite of passage, flint unblown Wrap in linen, whisper wish Eye a smile, power fill dish Tell our story, wren over been Radio gunplay, window dot win Heal it faster, rivet caste rim Tubs waste iron, collector writ Hi
Cold Sunrise
Hi everyone.....Thought it was about time I came back to write a bit....just wish that this weeks circumstances had been different....Lest we forget though, 99.9% of religous followers are gentle and peace loving and the same percentage of political followers will argue things in a reasoned way. Unfortunately there will always be a very small minority that feel that they have to resort to violence to get their point or belief across.....Andrew...xxx
The honor is mine
The thought of meeting you Keeps me up at night All those poems you wrote Sunk deep in my soul I've stirred a course through Loves sea And you've been the wind in My sails So sad that my hands cannot Cup your cheek I send you my t
the wreck of the catherine anne
fragments of stories half heard in the inn awoke in me fires stoked by the gin catherine anne moored in secret twilight buckled neath bullion jewelled to it's height a vast templar treasure won by the blade fortunes were lost to gre
something shimmering and right
pause and feel it so familier yet you've never seen it with your eyes a kind of innocent expression something naive something wise I wish I knew what you were searching for something shimmering and right a favour granted by yo
The Rose
Within the blood-red nature of this rose, Runs sap of life - without impediment, A scarlet ruffle, in the sunshine grows, Amidst the thorns of our bewilderment, That blooms in Spring, before the Winter snows, Banish Autumn, and the flowers' raim