I Feel
I feel the shedding off The pulling off of Care As if I am removing a Hood from my head I feel the exposure As if the hat I wear Is being lifted off By a gust of wind Or an other's hand I feel the bareness As if I am a snake And my s
Tuesday cycling
In my poem, i like to describe my expereinces, like when i went cycling, i am not a thinker, it is more feelings. As i cycled, (apart from being a nice sports-hobby),i described the country fields,birds incorparating the smelling/hearing senses.The straw that broke the camel's back, is reflecting on very day life, hard times, the heavy blows, one endures. AS one is single, looking for Love.Cycling till one finds Love...
Paring Knife
I have a new canvas now The gesso is virginal. Pure, with no stroke by Brush or pencil Not touched by hand or knife Not witness to the communication Between Mind, eye execution I have a new canvas now A blossom not yet plucked A fruit rip
ENCHANTMENT
ENCHANTMENT If you asked me for a star, I should gladly take to wing, to endeavor to please you, being worth the fall, but being me, I would capture a star for you, and then go after the moon, to adorn you. Though in truth, you need no emb
Doom
A being of thought cut from the cloth of destruction and wrath A soul of the sovereign gives hope to the goblins myth and mayhem! This kid of Abraham- on skids row EVIL exists, just to- let you kids know Bearing my cross slave to the los
Wordplay Part 3
Or are they?
Lays or lies
Sex/relationships respond not to rules -emotion rules.
rock `n roll and love
from the young time
ROCK'S IN HIS HEAD
I wrote the lyrics to this rebel anthem for one of my previous band's harder electric guitar (distortion) rockers. "He's got Rock" implies moxy (testis/balls ; ) and of course the double entendre of having rock-n-roll in his head (and/or loose marbles free-spirit crazy?). Party On, Rockers!
No ideal answer
There is no ideal answer to life's dilemmas or its demise No ultimate thought or idea or eloquent word to enlighten our eyes All there are but perceptions and often projections Just individual interjections hoping somehow we can pause for
on a train to Cornwall
I sit transfixed as thought it flies to see warmth twice inside her eyes reflected in the glassy pane two pupils flower past disdain a look of summer dressed in light a thirst beyond the drink of sight some lust for life and
What A Cowboy Means To Me
A definition of the American West. Simple, understated, but all true.
A Bit of Story and A Glimpse of Shine
A bit of heart for them who lost it A bit of earth for them who lost their steps A bit of warmth for them who frozen A bit of love for those who hate A glimpse of light for those who are blinded A glimpse of hope for those who are in need A
Love's Philosophy
Love always finds a way.
when
when I tamed rage and tried anew a road emerged that led to you when I quit work and made a career I fed with tune my starving ear when darkness fell about my boot I shed the cloak that hid the truth when I buried hate and t
The Mask
A poem about a truizm we all know oh to well.
A Single Man
Your smiley face At dinner time Would be fun Instead of the paper
.
Traced through intentions This unmet day promises No less than the crest arrived on No more than sidewalk chalk
desert
I watch, sometimes I laugh, sometimes I admire, sometimes I cry, but does not drop a tear: my tears have been dried by the desert the same desert that I watch, that sometimes I admire, that sometimes tears from me a bitter laugh. And that en
A secret
It's a lovely look at life
Phi
Premeditated massacres- In life we're just some passengers evil doers act as us- tongues a boom bappin rappin drum Spirit flung from on high, to flesh level, a deaf rebel vibrating like a sound wave, vacant as a vacuum gracious, taking all t
Performance Artist
I am a Performance Artist I model and pose As an ancient stone Goddess Without a head or arms I am a Performance Artist Even if it is not my Performance That performs the Climax In most unpleasing Light Some see me And I have seen
Phony
I watch the phony on my t.v. As I eat my baloney sandwich. There words sound so good. draw you like a bug to a windshield. Phonies on the radio,in the newspapers, Phonies everywhere. Are you a phony? Am I ? Copyright 2011 John Yona
Illusion of love
Dont know why this, as it's not that great but, feeling a bit disillusioned lately.
Adam's Apology
I wrote this poem while I was incarcerated. I was simply thinking about how we as Men sometimes create our own problems when it comes to Women. We get mad at their responses to our actions, but refuse to alter our actions in order to get a different response.
Gift
Speaks for itself,that's the hope anyway.
sidewalk chalk
Its about waiting for my daughter to forgive me after the divorce trying to give her time and space and living with the distance
I Lower My Head
my hair dresser, he is amazing
You are not what you are
Reflection
Your bathroom weight:)))
you old friend who was in the bathroom now I throw you in the way je proud of you, but you always said I was too bold for you, I, slender to be a friend but no, you say you are so big for me And now it out you must be, from badroom be I am fre
HERRINGBONE HEMMED
JUST ANOTHER POEM FOR THE INJUSTICE OF IRELAND TO BURY DEEP ENOUGH THAT ONLY A FOOL WOULD SCAN THAT FAR TO FIND A POEM WRITTEN ON THIS EARLY FLORIDA MORN, FOR SURELY SHE IS AN UNFAIR EDITOR BORN
The Oblivious (you don't know who you are)!
Just thinking things are much more complicated than people can understand. Way more than you can think.
forsaken
deep past the arrival of eve's night long after the throng of the city's holiday paraders have gone he is left far from the crowd, hopelessness his only companion the avenues mostly still, mostly silent the homeless panhandler remains in an alley
Me
I am an artist and writer and a tourist in my fish bowl. I have a treasure chest with pearls and crowns, all at the bottom of the sea. My hands are never tied and they are busy all the time. Just you wait and see.
What is Real?
Does anybody care? What ever happened to a touch? Feelings no one wants to share! Holding hands use to mean so much! Now with the cell phone, You can find a cyber mate your very own dream date! Yet, still feel so much alone. Guess time ha
Rattler
In a depressed state of mind, this poem came to me faster than any poem I have ever written in my life. the words litterally popped out of my head faster than I could write them.
River of Sleep
It is what it is.
Holding on…
Sometimes 'waiting' can be a challenge...
Truly
There are foolish words, attitudes without value, irreproachable needs, guilt that does not need an owner, unnecessary cries that evoke the most intrinsic secrets that the past washed, days that do not require the rotation of the earth, thoughts that
BED, BOOK AND HANDLE
NANCY REAGAN'S ADVICE WAS AS LAME AS WHEN HER HUSBAND BECAME A LAME DUCK
I switched off the light
there was a glow yes ann a glow and I could still see I could see you see your eyes smile your smile walking hope facing up leading up nothingness
Some
Some of change and we grow Some for the better and some no All have good and some just don,t show Some get rich and some stay below ALL for a reason and one day we will all know.