In his style: A Good Life 2 Have
My poem a la agoodguy2have, who initially approached me when I suggested the 'paired/impersonation' challenge. So, here you have it, something of my own hand, inspired by agoodguy2have. Cheers!
elo's challenge ?
not sure if this fits the brief Elo if not I don't think I can do anything lol
In Future’s Defense (revisited)
Written in response to andrew149's rhyming-50-word-story-poem challenge
Nairobi
N ows here the place Joy Adams was chased A s the lion cubs let loose followed her scent I n haste through stores and stalls in riotous glee R ight to her they led George he begged her to stay O utwitted in her ploy to go she tried again to leave
The Power Of Words
This poem is self explanatory
A Silent Telephone
WARNING POEM MIGHT BE PERMANENTLY MIND ALTERING! RATED R Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian. ADVISED FOR THOSE WHO ALREADY BROKEN IN BY TAKEN LSD.
Self Me My I Die To My I
This is what happens when you get three days off work..lol
You are free to choose what You want to see
You are free to choose what You want to see Every choice you make reflects what you believe A world of love where you are set free. Or a prison of fear and uncertainty. To consider be you atheist agnostic or depend on humanity You were created
Lessons of love
See how we dance and play thru the dark and brite days As we account the lines and scars that nobody sees We know them most intimately but fear to reveal them openly. Yet they measure who we are much like mountains that slowly erode our youth an
acquiesce
A bumper sticker reads: Don’t believe everything you Think. Gradually we come to know who and what holds the cards in this game... First of all, she does. A woman’s intuition, belief and persistence is why humankind moves along the course it doe
What Do You Think You Know
what do you think you know maybe it's the essentails of the worlds views he said it so it must be so well how do you fix NOT FINISHED GOD HELP ME I SCREW THIS ONE UP HAHAHA
What is love?
I rewrote the whole poem.
A womans heart
Many a poet have delved into the mysteries of a womans heart only to drown in the debths of confusion.. Who is she? What did you come to see? She can be a mirror who reflects your greatest dreams, or your worst nightmare.. Watch out! Come cl
THE PERFECT STORM
What good is love without passion, without passion, it is but fondness.
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
Q & A
Failing the 50 word challenge, I chose to modify the poem at Andrews suggestion. Thanks for your inspiration Andrew!!
Tribute to JimEee the great
For my good humored poet friend JimEee. Cafe
Matisse at my Table
colour my life
Nuance
June 8, 1982.
Life
the child in me...
A Note to the Elves
It's the Northern European blood... we just can't forget our "myths"! ;)
Genesis
"Genesis" Life is born amongst us here, unceasing and always relevant... we see it with every breath...the crest of the Sunflower so bright, the unstable footing of the newly born fawn, the erratic patterns of the Dragonfly. Ah yes! Even
Just a dream
She came from out of the darkness and shadows that haunted me. As the torrent waves of her love splashed over me her sighs and moans revealed her innermost hidden desires of passion as if all the secrets of the deep spilled out like a heap having no
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
Sweet Release
Just for fun... :D
Stonewalled...and Alone!
thanks Marikia for the inspiration...
A Wet Day (Monorhyme)
I took a stroll on a wet November day following a track down to the byway there was a pile up causing a long delay nearby some heaps of trash left to decay rumbling sounds as I cross the tramway then down the steep hill to the walkway Into th
To touch a dream
There is a sunset that dips below My throbbing passions.. My time upon this earth is perhaps Nothing more than a whim of Fantasy But like so many men I am to Painfully aware of some inner Need that transends the boundaries Of my understanding
A Poem about Poetry...
Some thoughts around writing.
No One Knows
* As per the Greek myth of Helios.
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
Back And forth Again
Back and forth here we go again with or against the wind spinning Through the cycle of live some will laugh some will cry some will live some will die some that sit and wonder why back and forth again wasted time greedy lies spinning work ethics of a
I'm So Tired
This is a song to the tune of I'm So Happy, a Gospel song. I wrote it after a long hike with some members of my walking group, in which we went up and down some steep hills. I was worn out afterward, and this song perfectly illustrates how I felt after the hike.
A Sufic Poem
When we see beyond Good and Evil We want the Good. When we see beyond Time and Place Beyond Place and Time Beyond Time and Space. Thoughts are faster than light In all of the Galaxies Interconnected. Golden beach sand Constantly wa
MY LIFE
contemplations thats all
AN UNSETTLED QUIET
this is an actual poem now, i am proud of it. please let me know...
Whispers of the Night
if love visited me tonight, would i be the same? if love touched you tonight, would you remember his name? if love visited us tonight... would we dance beneath the sheets, or return to the safety of our restless shame? duplicity and reck
Departure
Anna Akhmatova the wife of Nikolai Gumilev
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Music for the Soul
Sit back and listen to the music let it flood over you stirring your soul as you listen to the oh so haunting notes close your eyes and drift away on wings Each note so sharp and crystal clear what need for words as you hear angel's wings bea
The Unknown Unknown about "tomorrow" future.
This piece of poem was writing some yrs back as i laid on my bed doing some thinking as i always do when i'm up in the morning. I couldn't figure out why even tomorrow - nearest future is so unpredictable and those who are happy now could be the saddest tomorrow due to bad news and those unhappy today could be the happiest tomorrow too and so on. so i wrote these lines down after that moment.
A meadows dream
You were sleeping in the meadow When I cupped your cheek to Awaken you The valley has been deep And the rivers wide on Your weary soul You have little knowledge Of the powers that Bind your soul But leave that to The hand of your Maker w