A Toast For 2012
A toast for the New Year. :-)
bird in the sky
bird in the sky
Longest Trail Home (A Christmas Mystery)
A cowboy Christmas memory that still lives with my family to this very day.
In Satiety
Single a beat Between brows of tawny Red of Bengal White of Snowy Hooves Fly A ground This tail Of growth Stunted Death Where East Melts Pot of West Bones Drier than Bangalore Rains This mind suspended Belief No bre
Mannequin Who Loves
Commenting on a rather bizarre fascination with model-like mannequins on display in a local shop always dressed in the latest fashion while walking along Main Street at night behind her tall pane of glass....so just just kinda going with it......pure poetry needs really no reason ay all....just rhymes sometimes....right...??
Drowning in the depths of sleep
Let us strive to help, and make the invisible “visible”
Cold Sunrise
Hi everyone.....Thought it was about time I came back to write a bit....just wish that this weeks circumstances had been different....Lest we forget though, 99.9% of religous followers are gentle and peace loving and the same percentage of political followers will argue things in a reasoned way. Unfortunately there will always be a very small minority that feel that they have to resort to violence to get their point or belief across.....Andrew...xxx
Bill
A little humour, on a Sunday afternoon
Lonely
Lonely
Fiends of fire,friends of desire
Just made it out of the blue.... Ha ha ha
Morning light
On this chilly December morn branches and tree trunks are bathed in the resplended light of the rising sun With every passing moment tints and hues of spectral magic carress my adoring eyes There is a subtle whisper beckoning me to dream of w
Let Me Play >
Let Me Play > In Your Garden Where The Warm Lily Grows Swollen In Time Up Through The Moist Grass Wet With Dew
Memories
I Dont understand what I wrote but sound nice .
BLUE
blue is the colour that we see staring at space into infinity a blue sky appearing up above denotes fine weather that we love a blue ribbon for a performance implies a standard of excellence a blue jeans is a common garment that is found
Peel ‘t Her
Kiss of wind, skin expose Rite of passage, flint unblown Wrap in linen, whisper wish Eye a smile, power fill dish Tell our story, wren over been Radio gunplay, window dot win Heal it faster, rivet caste rim Tubs waste iron, collector writ Hi
What We Trust In Our Hearts
Little fears and doubts should be listened to.
A Brighter Day
It's foaling season here and this is in memory of Bob's Princess who passed away giving birth to her first foal. Sadly, both were lost early this morning. :(
Eternity
Relevance of Time
Maria
Night skies chant her lunacy cries, Tonight catching melodious firefly, Would you please close my tired eyes, Breezy nocturnal leaves waving goodbyes. Will willows charm me to slumber? Heaven tears pour over aching mountains, Nasty buggers p
A Christmas Beneath The Stars
Christmas on the range.
Painted love or life?
What do u think when you read this? Is it crystal clear or doea it mean something else for you... Footnote:: in hades your rest is placed OR in hades your resting place is built OR in hades lies your resting place WHICH SOUNDS THE BEST ?
Dream ship
No one can sail your ship but you No one has seen the horizons that have graced your eyes, nor have they weighed your tears on the stormy sea Who has tasted the joy of your heart when magic smiles have kissed your lips? Who has clung to th
Expectations
A white Line dividing The highway An armadillo Crossing The night Slamming Into concepts Brakes & skid marks
OHIO STAR
WHEN 2 STARS COLLIDE, PERHAPS A SUPER NOVA. ?
Lasting Beauty
Why have people substituted so much worthless junk in place of so many beautiful and natural things?
As a man thinks
High on life.. Why? Oh, I don't know Maybe I've set my Mind and heart on The alter of hope Someone said, "Are You kidding." The world has gone On the way it always Has The mountains have Never moved The rivers still run To the ocean T
•2g2bt - too good to be true
•2g2bt - too good to be true
THE POEM AND THE SYMPHONY
Time gleans "the sound" from you.. from a distant age gone by. Body, Neck and Bridge... Strings, Frets and Keys, aggregates of this guitarra... A matrix of wood and bone, constructs of this Soul. Embodied in the ink of his pen... the wr
You thought I was God...
From the time you were born, From your first cry, From that first searching look you directed at me, I knew that you thought I was God... From the first time I held you securely in my arms, From the first time I comforted your tears, From the
Woman on the Hill.
The story is typical of small country towns. This story is part fact, part fiction, you decide : One clue, the woman is still alive.
(The Rise And Fall Of) Pride
An observation of how pride can raise us up and so easily bring us down if we don't keep it in check.
guitar
I spent monday just walking through town searchin' for magical timbers of brown I watched tuesday morning arrive like a swan calm at the surface when calmness has gone I spent most of wednesday walking the deck from the truest of bra
The messenger
I do not bring the sword that has Awakened you in fearful nights But a message of love and hope And a desire to prosper you Your heart has sunken to the debths Of despair, and in your spirit you are Fallen as the eagle Your life has been deliv
Monsters
All the stars gone fallen from the sky Darkness reins holding its head high Sun trying but gives up cannot rise Here is the grave where trust lies I have taken what I came for but turn to look As the monsters rose the ground shook I am not afra
Trick Of The Trade...
Trick of the trade and trick of the lights, i shall steal your words like thief in the night, witch seem so aburd when no body really owns those words ,back to the drawing board now that aburd maybe ill look in the dictuary and steal there words, if
Journeys
Traveling the roads of destiny many surprises to be found each leading to some new beauty Some journeys taken most blithely for exotic places we are bound traveling the roads of destiny Fabulous sights from balcony of spires and ancient ba
Lodestone
Observations on conversations.....
One Day
One day I'll put my poems in proper order - Until then, you must now bear with me. Making sense of my life's general disorder And to write on until I become free. The stories that I paint with my words were At one time true - as you will come to
Under The Same Star
Everyone of us belongs here with each other. How we choose to reflect on that simple fact is a matter of perspective that I am sharing with you.
Hold Me Down
Love is such an ultimatum....fight of flight....all is fair.....
Warning realized
just made. . . can't think of a title any ideas?
FEAR
Fear is such a fearsome opponent...