an echo
an echo is a lonely thing its just a mirror to another its not an answer its a repeat its attractive to the victim who thinks its an agreement but its just fake an echo is fine in the outdoors where nature makes it so as it bounces off and
The Dark Fortress (couplet)
It sat high on a hill above the town Foreboding facade staring down Centuries old much it had seen They say that haunted is the keep Unearthly noises float downwards When the moon shines northwards Yet safe under its watchful eye Most p
Too Tired To Sleep
worries do keep me up.
Palindrome Consciousness
Behind this window i stare at the small rain imagining my whole body outside and feel the water drops touched my skin maybe the heat of this soul will go away soon And then looking up, to where the rain comes blurring my eyes which trying to
bulb
I had a great time.
Thanks for sharing
Thanks for sharing but nobody is really caring Thanks for your heart bearing but, your thoughts are thinly wearing You think you are a poet yet your message doesn't really show it You may have your unique style but always rememb
A Day at the Office
Just a "quickie"
Witness
As I have a lot of trouble sleeping, I love sitting outside when the rest of the country are tucked up in their beds, the incredible sound of silence is just so beautiful, and I always wonder just how much goes on that nobody sees or witnesses, that is..... nobody except ???????
Time
A little bit of insomnia inspired poetry
"chewing gum"
“chewing gum” larry went down to the liquor store, he wanted gum, nothing more. but when he got there he couldn’t get in, the door was blocked with tender tan skin. I’m just lookin’ for gum, he said, nothin’ more. she quickly slid her
Treasure Chest
As I walked along the beach I came across something buried opening the lid it gave a screech then stuck until it was jimmied Tentatively I looked inside excitedly to my amazement it was full of scrolls I opened and stared at them blankly
Just a few Questions
How many dreams does it take to make a reality and when its real is it still a dream. If one lie can break a heart can one more save a lifetime of heart break. Is a life a collection of ones memories or the way you are remembered by others.
Haiku/Senryu Compilation
Senryu is a Japanese form of short poetry similar to haiku in construction: three lines with 17 or fewer morae (or on) in total. However, senryu tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryu are often cynical or darkly humorous while haiku are more serious. Unlike haiku, senryu do not include a kireji or verbal caesura (cutting word), and do not generally include a kigo, or seasonal word. It is often said that both haiku and senryu can be funny, but that if it’s funny, it’s probably senryu. Both haiku and senryu can be about nature, but if it’s about nature, it’s probably a haiku. In addition, both haiku and senryu can be about nature or human nature. Both haiku and senryu can be serious or humorous/satirical. A serious poem about nature is certainly a haiku. And a funny/satirical poem about human nature is certainly a senryu. Tanka consist of five units (often treated as separate lines when transliterated or translated), usually with the following mora pattern: 5-7-5-7-7. The 5-7-5 is called the kami-no-ku (“upper phrase”), and the 7-7 is called the shimo-no-ku (“lower phrase”).
Fear of Flying
We dangle in senseless motion clinging to steel and gurter bright martini olives nod their heads now the clouds outside the window inhale us their puffy hands neglect our careful thoughts the pastries smell stale my senses so that i cannot re
Joe
just came to me
A Word of Cheer
Im just a poem on a block of wood, I would talk and play as you do if I could, But I have to stay here day and night, And never grow in width or height. My auther says she put me here to give all a word of cheer.
It was You
Through my mind, running legs; must be aching. All day, it was you. A harp without strings, no pleasure to hear. Love's pleasure lost, your absence felt Now night is here, on my pillow. The scent is mellow, in slumber I rest
equine gifts
how's that ol' sayin' go?....
ashes
a poem about being stuck in a bad relationship, and not knowing when to get out.
the queue
People standing in a queue, moaning their arses off Because the poor lady at the till, Can't find her credit card. They stare at her mercilessly, As she fumbles with her purse, Not giving a damn that she's panicking, And trying to not make
The Desert
I wrote this when things got real bad! Looking for a way out into something new.
You Can Help
Every day as you pass people by, pause and think why is he living on the streets? Obviously a soldier who once fought so all of us could continue in our safe lives yet now abandoned even forgotten, what brought this pass? Just think if every pa
the trail
she looks at me dark hair runs down the corridor of her shoulder, still warm from the last shot of whiskey, her words stop me cold: "You know big fella.. when your belly is full and your lust is emptied, when malt dances in and out of that coas
Geometry
The man is sick as a result of the Sun. The table is split as a result of the Sun. The man and the table are results of sunlight. I have, as a result, drunk water. The woman has not touched the significance of the water. I do not know anything.
The wreckoning
As i weave a trail in the blue chilled night, my cabin in dim cabin light, sways rested on chided waves. Occasional clearings from distant light, throws shadows fleeting through my cabin. Alone on a strung bunk, I read of St' Augustine, his
"half asleep"
“half asleep” she bit his leg he bit her back this went on for hours they played ping pong and watched the sunrise the paper was at the door the cows came home the rooster crowed still dawn wasn’t that dramatic yin & yang couldn’t hold a
Sun Coming Out
What it's like to finally see the light at the end of the tunnel...
choices
flip the coin watch it spin wait for the fall and start again heads you win tails you mend roll the dice make your bet up the anty start to sweat winners take all losers go home flip the coin wait for it to fall run to see which way its
Dreams
ew
CHANGE TO BLACK
The following is yet another one of my lyrics that I wrote years ago. “Change to black” (verse 1) I can’t see where we’re headin’, don’t want to know where we’ve been. I see the skies, changing in your eyes. The heaven’s begin to thund
the girl after.. the girl after you
old boats they can charm any ocean fibreglass lord knows runs afoul and for every newsflashy gimmick there's a hundred year handcrafted dowel see I do not blame you woman for quitting on summer's depart see you can't expect
on strawberry hill
For Vanessa
three minutes of introspection
i am a stranger now even to mine own self the anchor chains have rusted in the salt of my sea neither brother nor sister nor friend can i muster whether the hand proffered or no for it is an alien world all that is within it and me incom
wait for sleep
Many women in this world have suffered injustices in relationships. I wrote this because I understand this, I've experienced that pain myself. I'm just trying to empathize with those who have been hurt. I was feeling quite reflective when I wrote this.
Untitled.
'One more cup of coffee before I go, to the valley below...' - Bob Dylan The poet is a coffee filter, the world a blend. I am not the nutrients nor the soil. I am not the rain which seeps into your being before you awaken. I am not even
They dollars love.
and that was all with with his love
Haikus 5-7-5
Lets see what others can come up with too, lets go
Blue Her eyes.
Mountain spring, cool as crystal and sharp. Topaz azure, element of water Blue her eyes. Dark Canopy, twinkling rays far above, endless sight. World afar, pure and blue Vestal her eyes. Iris so clear, amulet of power. Open sky and fat
CHIMERA
And here is yet another one of my lyrics from the past. I hope you all enjoy, or at least some of you do. CHIMERA (verse 1) I’m scared to go to sleep, so, I fight to stay awake. But, I know the sandman will eventually win, and my eyes
Pale Horses
Pale riders...
roads
Roads within roads numbering two footsteps of clay walking a world of paradise lost what could we have been forbidden fruit tree evergreen Walking through time opening door leaving behind us like leaves on the floor days as the chaff
awake when sleeping
A place called sleep and a town called dream hidden deep inside us and when day is gone and we lay down to sleep night beams touch the soul you may be sleeping soundly but unseen to view nights of subconscious appear dreams within dreams pe