If You Could See
If you could see you would not need your eyes just your mind if you could see you could look at the world with in with out touching feeling the earth sand and falling snow words that break like ice and touch the very soul if you could see the dreams
The Artiest
maybe i should go back to the drawing board hahaha
Forty Word challenge
To write with restriction Is good discipline you ask for 40 words no subject is given so scribe hat I don thoughts flow as pen touches the waiting paper blobs are now born a new illusion creates a new poem
The Shouting Tree
Composed today for the opening of the last two chapters of "Traveler" the third book of my "Chalice" Grail Romance series. This poem references an autobiographical work I have already completed and which is available for Kindle already. That work is told in the 3rd person, as if I were speaking of someone else's life because, in truth, it no longer feels like "my story" or "my life". It also ties into the fantasy series of which "Traveler" is the third. With a lot of help from dear friends, the first book of that series, "Chalice" should also soon be available for kindle. I'd appreciate feedback on what you get out of this poem: What message and what feelings. Thanks very much ahead of time for your help and feedback.
Buck the Gunslinger (epic)
Buck was a tough man very fast with his gun always just one step ahead of the law He rode from town to town never staying all that long because as soon as word got out the young gunslingers would come Now Buck was not a man to go looking
Please Hang On
The modern world of communication and automation.
River of Sleep
It is what it is.
liberi
may our footfalls carry us tandem friends ever fenced only by beginning and end green fields of forever lie before us and we are a great sythe never to reach an end to our thrashing, thus never to die though be of deep golden grain or lush valley
Love and life
Some of us feel like the shadows but have deep feelings of life to give, it is breaking free from the superficial surroundings to find the ones who care.
age
I like to cook and I like to bake Some will think that Im a real flake But I'll tell you this when you hear me play You will say no_way ! I like to rock and i like to roll and I might as well be 30 years old But age is a number and
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
Man
I was born from the dust of the earth yet I taste the breath of eternity Call me what you will, but a God would call me blessed I am nothing one might say until my worth has been assigned by principalities from beyond this realm Yet this rev
What is love?
I rewrote the whole poem.
Untitled from 1995 (not the actual title name) LOL
Invent a time machine and time travel back to 1995, and ask me what this poem is about, if you want to know what it's about, or just let it be about what you think it's about.
Vampire
Obviously it's a poem from the perspective of a vampire.
“What to say today in May to Jay”
like most of the poems I wrote, I was probably just having fun with the word play and/ or rhyming of it.
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.
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
HOUSE MOUSE
HOUSE MOUSE Out from the big house, ran a little, gay, mouse. Wearing an old tattered blouse, and looking for some crack. Out of no where he heard a loud shot, and turned around to look at his back. I should've stayed straight was his fin
FADE OFF INTO THE BLUE
Here's another one of my lyrics from years ago. FADE OFF INTO THE BLUE (verse 1) I’ve lived a short life, for which my tears have gone dry. A state of mental confusion, from a mother and father. Twisted lies, twisted truth, which to b
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
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.
“oo”
All right, this one will probably confuse most of you, but if you truly read it, not just for rhyming, which it does through out, it actually does make sense. Read it a few times or so, if you must, if you still don't get it, then simply enjoy
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
A womans heart
Many a poet have delved into the mysteries of a womans heart only to drown in the debths of confusion.. Who is she? What did you come to see? She can be a mirror who reflects your greatest dreams, or your worst nightmare.. Watch out! Come cl
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
The Follower
He stalks through the dark streets and lanes looking, searching for a victim seeing a likely women he follows for days he watches her routine Once satisfied he makes his plans then sets aside all he will need tomorrow is when he will act he
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
Ramifications
Ramparts adorn the castle walls Amidst them slotted turrets Making for a grim facade Inside a moat that repelled many Fortess of all it guards In its depths a dungeon Captives were placed there
Yesterday--------- CHALLENGE
a challenge Yesterday Each of the words in the first verse are the first word in each line of your poem, so your poem should be laid out as below. Just fill in the rest of the words in each line with your own. See my poem above if unsure. Have fun Yesterday All My Troubles Seemed So Far Away Now It Looks As Though They're Here To Stay Oh I Believe In Yesterday
I'm So Tired
This is a song to the tune of I'm So Happy, a Gospel song. I wrote it after a long hike with some members of my walking group, in which we went up and down some steep hills. I was worn out afterward, and this song perfectly illustrates how I felt after the hike.
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.
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
Dreams for sale. . . .
clearing my phone memory of all my written poems, please forgive me if it looks like I am storming this site,I am actually saving my poems here. . thank you my poetic family
Poetic rambling
rambling. ?%':)&
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
Life
the child in me...
Stonewalled...and Alone!
thanks Marikia for the inspiration...
Propensity
Witness the furor of the sea As it beats relentlessly Upon its rock-strewn shores Fighting its never-ending wars Much as we humans when... We pit ourselves against all men.
Musing
Just another spontaneous verse.
fake world
fake world
dream
dream