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
online now!
oneline now! Hope I catch you Before your seven O'clock date Hope you've considered Your possible fate Hope you see, you might Be the bait Hope you cautiously Walk through his gate Hope you get this Before it's to late..
IF I WAS A TREE
All too often I have a moment of clarity concerning the truth that things aren't always what they seem.
Eden drank our inheritance
A soulful kiss is but the illusion of a serpent gone mad.. He denied us the kiss that comes without knowledge because the kiss of knowledge is frought with the birth pangs of guilt.. We wanted the kiss of endless burning suns, but we received
Liquid Lines with Richard Lamoureux
Richard and I got together and wrote this between us I hope you enjoy it
Sleep
Insomnia Poem Attack
shadow dance
just a free verse of thoughts. nothing more
SPINDRIFT
mellow jovial garage rock song. if iget decent recordings of material, then i'll post vids.
Into the Chrysalis
Individual potential
stay the course, girl
for Vanessa
A Mermaid Frolics
If i was a mermaid I would frolic on the white crested waves appearing from the shore comic then plunging down to the caves Sunbathe on the warm rocks diving down out of sight so as not to give any shocks nor frighten humans into flight M
Kisses
I will be putting my past poems which I had written some time back coz I don't have a back up so I place all of them here
My necklace
first post in here be a lil gentle people :P I put it in a blog but didn't think it made much sense being there when we have this! My necklace fell apart that an old flame had made for me and i just had to get the words out.
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
CHALLENGE
I thought how about we all write a poem about our favourite Poetry Corner poet. We have many real characters who are good poets No Time Limit your title must include the name of your chosen poet (real or screen name) Lets have some fun and put som
god - danube 3135
my own opinion
Mirror
You hang there on the wall casting reflecting images as people move about capturing briefly faces How many have you seen? what secrets could you tell? mysterious, you keep them forever held within your glass Young and old also in between
The Awakening
Just thoughts!
The Starfish Wept
I guess this one's about idly pissing on a starfish and pondering whether it should have rather been avoided for the greater good. Been there, done that, got the seashirt. Frivolous ... but I suppose there is a deeper meaning, in that we should really respect all life forms, a'la the Buddhist teachings.
Still Unbroken
How the elements of nature and the strong will to survive during the tough times are connected.
Eternitarian Soul (for Paloma)
tough one Paloma
Starpiercer
If all the sharp stars, fell down from up high, from spaces beyond deep blue skies... Would you even try, to catch at least one, or stare glaring as each star dies?... Might you doubt that I, care not for my sight, I'd stare at the sky until you...
Fissures
Too fast to live, too young to die....
Consciousness, the divine wine
Because you know.. We have declared you gods.. Because great pain has been born of understanding you must die the death of knowledge But you shall be healed of life by He who has power over the sting of death Only by faith can you ever see
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.
melancholy
all is so quiet..just a murmur..
LIKE A BOOK
My perception
Everybody's talkin.. (Election)!
My first installment on the new world order. ***
Tainted - for NZ
White Supremacy?……in a land like NZ? It is so very wrong, so cruel, so deplorable. How sad it is for those who lost their lives, all 49 of them and their grieving families. My heart is broken but though mine aches; it is nothing compared to those who lost love ones. I am still shaken; and I've cried a lot today and people might not understand why because I have no one that I know that was gravely affected by this massacre. But I m affected and I wish there was someone I could talk to that really understands; someone who shares the love, the passion for that land and it's people. But I am alone in my thoughts, it's sad and lonely at the same time. Some feels more than others and that I can understand. NZ is still my home; and it is her pure, down to earth, beautiful, friendly and giving nature (applicable to both the land and the people) and this one horrible act of a senseless, self-centred misfit has forever tainted what has always been the purest, cleanest and green profile of NZ. I keep saying but no one is listening; rebuild the family unit...parents are too busy working and we are breeding spineless, self-absorbed, feeling so privileged children who have no life-skills so much so that when life storms come their way they simply cannot cope. They either cry and give up or they take to the gun and kill the rest of us all because most parents these days are afraid to discipline (not chastise) their children. It is such a pity that some parents do everything for their kids mistaking it as love. “I wrote this not just to express my own thoughts but those of the many migrants who were attacked in a senseless way. They're migrants but as our NZ Prime Minister said; “they are us” and NZ was their home! I realize poems can be read, interpreted differently from the writer’s point of view…so before anyone judges me, let me say: I'm a Christian and believe in just one Supreme Authority ergo: I don’t believe in White Supremacy but mentioned it here as a reaction to an article that came out that day. I spend 70% at least of my time working to come -up with ideas/strategies to connect cultural groups where we are. I have to be colour blind; yes a different type of colour – blindness- the type that is aware white is the presence of all colours and history tells us we all, regardless of colour, contributed to the building of our modern societies. To me, skin colour is just that; a colour, a covering…much like the many colours of clothing we choose to cover us each day! If there is anything I will condemn; it will be the act of terrorism; not the people, not skin colour ,not even religion. Just the demented minds of a few. We look at NZ as our quiet little backyard, where there is no place for senseless acts such as this one. I know Terrorism is a devil that lurks around us as old as old can be. But it hasn’t been and never will be nurtured in NZ and we therefore are not as desensitized as the rest of the world.
Memories
This endless dream, like a torrent, pain flows. Sorrow and sadness, on a melody of despair. Alone in the dark love dwells not here. Memories are left, sweet moments are now but shadows. Phantasms of sad organ tunes. Shattered dreams, cold
Velvet Hand
There is something of me in everything I write. Strong is best, getting strong is the goal...
Aumniverse
An imaginary vision of cosmic creation, its harmonic patterns emerging from initial vibration of existence expressed in a blend of Western and Eastern concepts.
Unnamed
Dug it up from one of my notebooks.
Are You Happy?
I wrote this to say with my nieces when they come for visits. :)
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 blue whale
we tracked it with technology we fixed a tracing ring in the hope of reading data the haunted click to sing we followed her in boats she pitched a role to play we watched her shoal a stanza as time zones fell away she beached in Californ
Capturing Time
I feel 'a cosmic green light' staying on for me to write just now.
THE NIGHT SLEEPS
HAIKU! He sneezed. God bless you. She responded.
Unnamed Desire
Unnamed Desire A moments lost in time, stretched out until the beat of the heart seems a dirge While the clock takes it slow sweet time to bring forth the next second Splayed upon my sheets, legs akimbo, arms stretched forth the hand griping for
IF'S
just some off the wall thoughts
Love Me Not
Love me not for outward appearance the sum of me is far more than that Love me not for the things I do for you that just scratches the surface of me Love not me for worldly goods and possessions for all of these soon can vanish like dust
the mateting game
internet dateing, is it a game to most?