Legal Alien
Humans develop a deep connections with the places they settle in and the need to feel we belong to a place, to a unit or group of people, a community or society is inherent in us all! The mind might not always grasp what the heart feels.
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Today’s poem
FEAR
Fear is such a fearsome opponent...
Portals of Time
Reflecting on what a "day" is...metaphorically of course.....in a sonnet for just the fun of it....why else?
Sight
To be able to see is great I would not like no sight to be unable to see I can't imagine anything worse Not to see the various seasons each with its own beauty only to feel the sunbeams would be to miss the rays To watch them as they danc
Celestial Dance
Pluto has recently been 'downgraded' to be a dwarf planet - and is thus not now usually included when listing the planets
The Gift: An Empty Box
I've seen many separate because they find it convenient to just say "we've just grown apart". That I think is just pathetically sad! I believe it all boils down to allowing themselves to fall into some kind of a rut...because if we do not stop treating our partners the way we treated them before we married them...if we do not stop trying to please, to respect, to surprise, to show we care, to make him/her the most especial part of our lives...I can't see "growing apart" ever having a chance on us. Marriage needs refreshing, even re-styling...again and again to keep it's blood flowing. If we do nothing, if we become complacent and never try to put excitement or adventure in our marriages we are basically not creating any memories and experiences to deposit in our box...memories to hold the marriage together when ill winds come and bother... not creating moments to cherish together is a sure way to let boredom sets in and overcome our marriages. In my eyes, it really is as simple as keeping a good hairstyle...it needs regular trimming, re-touching if you have colour with it, it may even need blow-waving now and then to get rid of the cobwebs in our lives. The hairstyle will not hold its shape all the time unless we put the effort to keep it looking as fab as the day we walked out of the salon...or in our marriages .... or relationships....the day after we walked on the aisle...
Physics vs Life's Drama
Newton's 3rd Law of Motion: "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction." I am helping a boy labelled as disruptive at school...but while observing him the other day...he was only reacting to what the other kids do to him....unfortunately most of the times the teachers only hear the other kids crying or only see the boy grabbing things from other kids or pushing them away....they never bothered to question what the other kid has done for the boy to have reacted that way. We are not much different from little kids..we only see the other's reaction...we never look at ourselves, neither do we bother to think, or try to understand or acknowledge the action that triggers the other to react. This reminds me of Mothers Day...this year...the worst I've ever experienced...I believe I coped something that was triggered by an action / reaction phenomena. Life's unfair at times.
I Recall (monorhyme)
So Many special moments in my mind for some of them I have really pined remembering those I have left behind I can recall with clarity those declined Special places that became entwined in the canvas of my mind now redefined I revisit with gl
Buck the Gunslinger (epic)
Buck was a tough man very fast with his gun always just one step ahead of the law He rode from town to town never staying all that long because as soon as word got out the young gunslingers would come Now Buck was not a man to go looking
Dancing with the divine…
I find myself drawn to pen and paper, suddenly, I have no idea why, but, I decide to give it a whirl and see what comes through… I love you, I love you, I love you, Is a refrain that has been drumming around in my cranium these days…, Love who?
Transitions
I sat there, in that chair. Waiting, watching, listening. Every fiber of my being, alert. Poised to jump, to respond, to be. I lay there, in that bed. Restless, worried, tossing. Each moment ticking by, concerned. Ready to fly, to move, to r
Tears..
Tears A watery testament of compassion Tears A dripping oath of concern Tears The rain of sorrow Tears Your liquid signiture~
Longest Trail Home (A Christmas Mystery)
A cowboy Christmas memory that still lives with my family to this very day.
Cloudy With a Chance Of...
Too hot to go outside, so I wrote this poem instead. Life brings both sunshine and rain, might as well enjoy them both as best we can.
The Second Book Of Job
A fall down some rimrock causes one to evaluate their life.
Prejudice
How prejudice can cloud a person.
Walls
More sleep dreams....
Thin Ice!
The sped up thought process when you are on thin ice and trying to decide whether to come clean or fib (bs) your way out of something.
(The Rise And Fall Of) Pride
An observation of how pride can raise us up and so easily bring us down if we don't keep it in check.
Accountability
Accountability for one's own actions.
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.
Along Came You
How the world was illuminated that night I met my husband.
A New Day 2011
A new year starts as fresh and clean as fresh snow on the meadows.
Q & A
Failing the 50 word challenge, I chose to modify the poem at Andrews suggestion. Thanks for your inspiration Andrew!!
In Future’s Defense (revisited)
Written in response to andrew149's rhyming-50-word-story-poem challenge
As a Droplet Of The Sea
Ok this poem was an outcome of a silly event that just taught me a lesson ;) There is some reference to Greek/Roman mythology in many of my poems and so it appears to happen with this one but Girls of Paradise in second stanza are simply closest friends that you can always count on :)
The Moon is Woman
The moon is woman Bathed in celestial light A jewel set in the heavens Crowning a starlit night Her charms bewitch Her mystery untamed Her beauty matchless Intrigue her name~
Who am I?
I am who I am..at least that's what I think I mean, who else could I be unless I'm the missing link? I'm North, South, East, and West I'm the missing button on your daddy's vest I'm here, I'm near, and I'm from afar I'm as close as the mo
"Beautiful Storm"
A mothers' love for her child...
the perfection(master oshiba's lesson)
you think its easy to compare melons ?..ha ha !
Road Trip (rhyming acrostic)
Rolling down the dusty unmade road Over the rackety bridge we rode A slow trickle of water under it flowed Driving on even though the road narrowed Tranquillity not at all overshadowed Room to breath w
Warning realized
just made. . . can't think of a title any ideas?
The Infinite…
I notice that my heart is always working, And I notice all kinds of things reside in my heart, Sometimes hard things, sometimes easy things, Sometimes sorrow, sometimes joy, Sometimes apathy, sometimes great zeal and passion, Sometimes my heart
Obvious
I’ve heard advice in plenitude I’ve read quotes galore I’ve been persuaded and I bought Into dreams in forever-more I believe my own ignorance And keep my own score As I take the joy out of bliss Piece by piece, more and more Then a rare
Stonewalled...and Alone!
thanks Marikia for the inspiration...
Roses
in appreciation of his painting Roses by George Dunlop Leslie
Sprechgesang
I chose this title for it seemed to fit the theme!
You are always there...
Having a little fun...
The Beautiful Victrola
I was trying to write a poem that was somehow reflective of the lost value (in todays world) of elderly folks without being insensitive or tactless in my effort. My intention was to declare that The Beautiful Victrola STILL has much value and worth - just as our wonderful aged folks around the world also have!!! Hugs to all you wonderful, beautiful, lovely aged people who read this poem as being my personal effort of expressing a tribute to your worth in poetic expression.
In Satiety
Single a beat Between brows of tawny Red of Bengal White of Snowy Hooves Fly A ground This tail Of growth Stunted Death Where East Melts Pot of West Bones Drier than Bangalore Rains This mind suspended Belief No bre
Lasting Beauty
Why have people substituted so much worthless junk in place of so many beautiful and natural things?