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silent scream
Themes and Haircuts
Taxidermy- Not quite photography. It’s just a little more visual than a framed image, Some else takes the shot. But the buck Might not smile before the bullet whizzes across the mist in the early mornings open field. Just a t
Cu Chulainn and the Morrigan
In Irish legend the tale of the great hero Cu Chulainn ended with his death on the battlefield with the goddess of prophecy, the crow goddess Mórrigan, sitting on his shoulder whispering "I told you so". She had warned him that he would die in battle...but he went into battle anyway. Kind of like living I guess; I know how it will end, but that can't stop me from jumping in with both feet.
Bertha
While showering.
blonde
bearded, wild quick tempered be my natural place is on the sea my northern star her memory the anchor locker and the quay nets to fire rope to splice my heart in summer full of ice her smile the sun her form the shore wrought from
Karma
A crying sky, cool rain descends. At the top, who stays to the end? What are we to find, around the bend. Adapt we try and obtain the strength. Embrace it we must, when it goes wrong. As it goes up, so it must come down. With every smile
Prejudice
How prejudice can cloud a person.
to work or not to
you don't have to really work, if you don't really want to, but you still have to go and do, so that you can bring back some food! to live to eat or eat to live, is not the same as one with the other, to make a living or stay at home, depend
I'm a Troll
I'm a troll, she's a troll He's a troll, CS patrol Let's just pay the toll are we on a poetic roll? Laugh a lot play a lot The ladies searching for Sir Lancelot Dance a lot and kiss a lot Just don't drink a lot!! Care a little disrega
borderline
Park was the head officer on the border crossing between North and South Korea. He had a problem. Two weeks ago a woman, let's call her lin, pitched up at the crossing gate with a jute bag of soil attached to the front panniers of her well maintai
The joy of being ghosted
Ah the joy of being ghosted as you ponder the last thought posted It starts out like a wonderful time discussing many thoughts of introduction The hopeful ideas come to mind could this be the one for to make such a production of affections?
"Beautiful Storm"
A mothers' love for her child...
"my favorite restaurant"
“my favorite restaurant” at the four top in the corner they’re all lookin’ kinda blue three guys and a well dressed girl i wonder who’s screwin’ who the waitress, she’s on crack, smell the monkey on her back her patrons can’t quite tell fo
Hope; More or Less
Passing from one day to the next Living life as if it were written in text Discontent, maybe it's me, maybe its my age Anyway, I'm awake now, time to present myself on stage My wings flap but do not fly Won't someone teach me how, or must I die
Creation and Cremation
Burning a pile of leaves.
Age
I rail against my feeble body that once was so swift despair when tasks take three times longer now it crept up on me seemly overnight, this thing they call age, it pulls me down with it's agonising slowness Always been the adventurer travelli
My Muse
I crossed the bridge of sanity I stood there, feeling invincible At the crossroads, eternity one side The other leading to liberty Sympathy I had not asked for Nor was I terrified at all For I carried the sword of lost illusions With it I co
The Second Book Of Job
A fall down some rimrock causes one to evaluate their life.
One Mountain Ago
Would that you know me complete??.. uncover all my layers each one,,, remember they are like the petals of a bloom,, soft and easily bruised. Where one may let them fall listlessly away from their touch,,,another could gather each one to press and
Languish
This parasitic atrophy, A fickle inequity at best, More often lends itself to The blossoming desecration Footlong virtue, Than sacred and noble piety.
Morning Dew
I probably should not post this as I think it needs work... .....but....
Moon-daisy
Ah Daisy! weary of time. Countest we, steps of the Sun. Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where travelers journey is done. The Youth pined away with desire, the pale ground shrouded in snow: Arise from their slumber and aspire. Where my da
Seasons Of The Day
How the seasons turn to years right before our eyes.
that girl
I met me a girl called Deja Vu her folks seemed to know me and her dog did too she told me my future as we lied in bed she seemed to know the architect inside my head dirty blonde curls and big eyes blue and a voice that told ya t
The Square Dance
A game of chess?
Do you see ME?
No one is ever just what you can see.
The Drove
The trail was long and very dusty great clouds pluming up from hooves of the vast herd being wrangled on 300 more miles of eating their dust Bandanas tightly wrapped round faces cries of "get up there" ringing out bawling calves separated fro
Lunar Guardian
Bright and mysterious brown, your eyes like gems aglow. Rays of light, from above adorn. Tis the moon, to visit afraid not be you. she looks out, and caress your hair. Recline your head by the stream and lay. Benign moonshine, adorns t
"hot"
“hot” popcorn soft porn ear rings adorn her ears murder by straws in-laws dog paws carry mud & fleas prostitutes business suits mental institutes house them sooner or later osteopath psychopath you do the math keep the chan
Let Go and Let God..
If a bad attitude is keeping you down, give thanks to God instead for the blessings you have. :)
the song of evening
I was never taught how music's sold and bought all I know is every girl I ever knew had lyrics.. but never you girl you are a celtic air a blend of strings when no-one's there no need for lines nor lyrics wrote a warmth
cautionary tale
to a five penny piece I shrunk to the size as life made me hard in the head and the eyes so press ganged was I on a leathery ship that lived in a pocket on the side of her hip and life wasn't easy and life wasn't hard it was tough
let the yeats be kind
this cabin be the same as real though the texture has a different feel her fingerprints upon the door scuffed heel scar upon the floor in walked she as moonlit shone her ghost a'rest upon my own the lake her eye oft frozen
ravenous
"The Raven" is a diner that lapps the sea foreshore it haunts my tangled memory as it knocks upon my door apple tart and finest cheesecake when I can't eat no more but alas! quoth the raven: order more! after working in the oceans
Silent Whales
What have we done? Shameful and cruel. Where once whales teamed the seas. Now the same seas are silent. Save the whale.
Yesterday-Today-Tomorrow
A little journey thru life.
Petty Tyrants Try Their Best
A poem about small minded people who tend to be very petty and the childishness of it all.
Isn't it Ironic?
What if not poetry is the language of love? Yet when our passion reaches the end of the line, We just feel the pain; hardly ever the rhyme!
the face of god
I took a walk in ancient clothes across your face, a mile and as I tired I took a rest in the corner of your smile my crops slept in barren fields before my primary death then your eyes became a sun and moon as birds danced in your breath
The Arctic Tern
My reply to "seagull" Note: This poem is strictly metaphorical. I've met someone here, already....
The Old Tower-----Enclosed Rhyme
Many ages the old tower had stood yet once it had been the very centre of activity to all who enter for centuries all weather withstood Witness to many battles all hard fought many feasts and weddings held in its halls and fine chargers house
the willow signs her name on the river
when the playing cards fall from the poker game of life in name or in spirit I'll always call you wife you watched me live my dreams as I trapped the river, free you only caught a fleeting glimpse of how we used to be the river shares