Play 4 your life
You should be all in in most that you do. I think living in grey, is like swimming in stew. One card in a hand makes you first or last. If you get a bad beat let it slip to the past. Hold most of your hands close to your vest put all th
Moonsay
There is much which withheld from us about the moon.
courage
when the clinker fails in the boards of your heart when the gunnells dip and you lose your chart when you sail alone through the seas of steel when your sails are drowned by a broken keel when the wind dies and your spirit's corrup
Sleep
It has been a good day Now to retire to bed Engage that mysterious state Sleep that little taste of death As night makes the city A temporary morgue For wandering souls Some will not awake,alas The rest refreshed restored Resu
CHARACTER SELDOM LIES
SHOW ME YOUR CHARACTER AND I WILL TELL YOU WHO YOU ARE
Mind Boxes
uh..that was sugar you put in my coffee..right?
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.
JOKESTER IN PINK
Kidding around is part of life. For some, however, that's all they ever do. Ever wanting to be the center of attention they become locked into a cycle of approval seeking that keeps them stuck. They never mature.
This Dance
If there were days enough... I would learn this Dance, to dance with you. The flood light .... the sunrise... like Icarus - we ascend to the heavens, like Icarus - only to fall to the earth again... and again. This is my dream... our feet
The Spell Has Broken
12-bar blues...
Random 3
A different take on the 7 Deadly Sins.....
BOUND FOR NOTHINGNESS
in memorium to the families of victims of violence everywhere. are we bound for nothingness?
Marianne
step into the make believe footfalling into stones where memories are citadels wider than truth her bones I never knew the right words you stole them with your smile pirouetting effortlessly some Parisian mile the timbre of a meado
Ivory
Incandescently shining white Velvet soft to the touch Oval shaped shells of oyster Rings embedded in walnut wood Yellowing slowly as it ages
A Laconic Man
just a play on some little used words
Bonfire Night
Sky lightening up flares and flashes arching high above Pretty sparklers in kids gloved hands waving circling Loud bangs from rockets as they explode showering multi bands of colour Catherine wheels spinning round a visual delight
Moon (cinquain form 2)
thought I would give it a try
Tick Tock
peace of the night
The Rhythm
Storms have always fascinated me, and if one isn't too severe I'm drawn to go out and feel it's energy . I sense a subtle rhythm to what is to many chaos.
does your heart speak
when I close my eyes i can hear the heart running as I swallow clouds of green relaxing tokelaxing getting a step on, so many clouds of storm raining down stepping on fire don't call me a liar my feets on fire, all your problems stacked at
Homage to Kipling
Homage to Kipling Do you ever ponder on the purpose of life? wonder why things turn out the way they do? ever look back and think I did that wrongly? then go and make exactly the same mistake? ("If you can dream- and not make dreams your mas
I am...
I am- *This delicate flaw -contrary to nature's law. *A positive contradiciton -lacking any restriction. *A beautiful mess -Through words I express.
Wisdom and Truth?
just a little allegorical poem i wrote...many may see the true meaning and some may not.
Sail
A single sail is bleaching brightly Upon the waves caressing bland, What seeks it in a stranger country? Why did it leave its native strand? When winds pipe high, load roar the billows And with a crashing bends the mast, It does not shun its
Diffused with superlative dreams…
this is a very different kind of write for me, I am trying my hand at expanding my comfort zone, be kind to me with your comments…, lol, no, just be yourself… In awareness…
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
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.
Pseudo Reality
just wondering about fake personalities if 'twere possible, what is the reality
My hands
Sculpted by divine craftsmenship.. Electrified with the essence of mortal touch Fine tuned for the brush of a woman's cheek A protection of power cupling her Chin A probe exploring the mysteries of womenhood My hands..
Soul thoughts
For he who has ears to hear. Cafe Are we running out of time?
A fire called desire
I was hungry for a pizza and all the stores were closed. Lol.
Serenity
Everything around feels insane, day by day why such pain? I close my eyes, and meadows form, rolling hills and misty lakes. Tis the place called Serenity. Moment of peace and tranquility. A calming of life with stability. Butterflies flutter o
Outside my broken window
Outside my broken window, the light begins to fade ... at least that's how the evening tide makes it seem... I look into my closed mind , to see if I can walk the night ... to bridge the gap , to keep close to me , the warm, life giving light..
ordinary love
I see you everyday its not important you see me I'm the the man who moors his boat near your house upon the quay your son is older than me learning issues, t'would appear he follows you like gravity like a worry follows fear you never app
Earths message to UFO's
Greetings to all you cosmic star travelers.. I've been elected by the human race To communicate with your starship Commander You've been observing our race For some 2 billion years now I mean, what's the deal? Aren't our cheeseburgers Good en
Savannah Cafe
Voices mingle with the scuffle of shoes clicking, and doors slamming shut. The smell of coffee and cinnamon buns permeates the air... Movement...sound...senses rage in overdrive, and yet still. Questions of whether the coffee is actually tea,
Like an Angel
Shimmery wings spread Golden halo on her head She captures my heart her aura so dazzling bright she bestowed a peaceful smile
What Would You Take?
What would you leave behind If you could only choose three things? would it be gold, jewellery or some such like? or some of the more mundane things. Image that you will be on an isolated island what three things would serve you best? would i
Auguries of Innocence (By William Blake)
This poem has always caught my attention, especially the first verse. It certainly makes you think about life and its consequeces. Auguries of Innocence is a poem from one of William Blake's notebooks now known as The Pickering Manuscript.[ It is assumed to have been written in 1803, but was not published until 1863 in the companion volume to Alexander Gilchrist's biography of William Blake. The poem contains a series of paradoxes which speak of innocence juxtaposed with evil and corruption. The poem is 132 lines and has been published with and without breaks that divide the poem into stanzas. An augury is a sign or omen
wandering anger
I met her in the winter.. in a bar upon the hill.. when the dark was carved from starlight.. and the moon had paid the bill I came in from the wilderness.. from the howling wind and rain.. I was weary from my journeys.. around other people's pain
you
If I could hold the quill of truth over the page of unfolding story and hold it still and let the page itself write the words of your defining glory if I could see the candle that lights the table beside your bed and see that light
Dear Poets
Thank you for your comments, That you have given me. In under one month of Observing, I'm learning how to be. Expressive in words, and Describing things, But please take note, This is not easy for Me. Musically talented, that Is my