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
Sail
A single sail is bleaching brightly Upon the waves caressing bland, What seeks it in a stranger country? Why did it leave its native strand? When winds pipe high, load roar the billows And with a crashing bends the mast, It does not shun its
Departure
Anna Akhmatova the wife of Nikolai Gumilev
simply me
just simply me
picture show (usurping goodguys' mind)
as peepers watch they share the love with each new word unfurled sweet tidings raining from above before the gazing world but do I pry, should I spy on other hearts' words rendered? that is to say, am I in the way? for not to me, are
Decisive
Who doesn't flip a coin?
Defining
Defining What defines our lives as we walk through this wonderful and horrible world we live in We see the banker as he walks his way through the day, inside his lonely stall The cook as he dances his way through his kitchen, never alone, always
Lifeline
Lifes Line The blue of Melancholia strikes, where alone is like unto dusk, just before a storm passes on the plains... At times where the world seems to spin, caught in the tornadic turmoil that may eventually settle, but often lasts for days.
In his style: A Good Life 2 Have
My poem a la agoodguy2have, who initially approached me when I suggested the 'paired/impersonation' challenge. So, here you have it, something of my own hand, inspired by agoodguy2have. Cheers!
Question
Question What Everything I want, and what I do, can it be so bad that it drives my desires from my life. If everything can only lead to this, yet my convictions and beliefs be from logics depths Is it because of the interface between logic and
Unnamed Desire
Unnamed Desire A moments lost in time, stretched out until the beat of the heart seems a dirge While the clock takes it slow sweet time to bring forth the next second Splayed upon my sheets, legs akimbo, arms stretched forth the hand griping for
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
A SILENT EULOGY
“If Silence is golden, what is the color of noise?” She did not die quietly. The sound-barrier blasts from the jets over her Himalayan retreat destroyed what remained of her life. Though nothing lives forever, she once dreamed that she would. Whe
Yesterday-Today-Tomorrow
A little journey thru life.
Sweet Release
Just for fun... :D
Dear Poets
Thank you for your comments, That you have given me. In under one month of Observing, I'm learning how to be. Expressive in words, and Describing things, But please take note, This is not easy for Me. Musically talented, that Is my
The Spell Has Broken
12-bar blues...
when I entered into you
This was a capitalist approach when I entered into you Forcefully like a beast with a passion and bow I know you were enjoying that I know you got the pleasure I enter into you like Julius Seizure. You were screaming like a baby in the cradle
From the Heart
It's a process...
Cloudy With a Chance Of...
Too hot to go outside, so I wrote this poem instead. Life brings both sunshine and rain, might as well enjoy them both as best we can.
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.
Twilight's Fan
My favorite time of day has always been twilight...
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
Lemme Pull You Close >
On The Far Corner > Of Flat Earth ? He 'Magellaned' Her With Simple Truth
Random 3
A different take on the 7 Deadly Sins.....
Random 4
My take on the 7 Virtues
YOU
You turned my head that day, while i was looking the other way, you brought in light, to replace the deepest darkness, you brought the tide to me, when life was on the ebb, you brought me hope eternal, when despair had ruled my days. You br
THE PERFECT STORM
What good is love without passion, without passion, it is but fondness.
equine gifts
how's that ol' sayin' go?....
THE BANSHEE'S CALL
In Ireland, the Banshee, who is supposed to be a fairy woman (bean, woman; sidhe, fairy) is said to wail and cry when members of certain families are about to die. It has never been established, however, why this ghostly creature follows some families.
THE WITCHES MIST
She know who she is, and what she's done to me, the Witch.
PAINTINGS 1
PAINTINGS BY OIL WATERCOLOUR FREEZE INTO TIME PORTRAITS EYES COME TO LIFE GAZING AT YOU PAINTINGS
What Am I? (a riddle)
Here's a riddle for everyone.........let's have some fun people!! :D
TWILIGHT
An old woman, who lived in a hollow part of the valley, climbed to higher ground, to stand by an old gate, and watch the gold, or pink hue of twilight, thrown out across the hill, which she loved dearly, sometimes while strolling of an evening, id met her there, and we muzed, to while away an hour, and watch the gloming. the poem Twilight, is in her memory, Babbie Johnson, may you rest in peace and stillness, of your beloved Twilight. auld wans, a local expression, meaning old women
Words
Are words just words?
Single White Male seeks Reliable Income
Tra la la~ :)
Alphabet
Variation on a theme......
Destiny
Another set of thoughts written while searching for self.
SHOOTING STAR
In tribute to GASHLEY, she of the tumbling mind, whose poems carry both a wisdom, and enchantment, she the enigma, of the heart and soul, treasure her, magic dust is scarce, we are blessed, that she has sprinkled some for us. ben999
KNOCKBOY
'KNOCKBOY' IS AN ANCENT CHURCH, JUST DOWN THE ROAD FROM MY COUNTY WATERFORD, MOUNTAN HOME, HERE N IRELAND, AND IS RATHER QUAINT, THE CHURCH IS FAMED, FOR ITS DOOR, AND WNDOW LINTELS, WHCH CONTAN THE PRECHRSTAN, OGHAM SCRIPT CARVNGS, DOUBTLESS THERE WAS AN OLD PAGAN SITE HERE, IN MORE ANCENT TMES. BORHEEN, AN ANCIENT NARROW PATHWAY, LITERALLY A NARROW COW TRACK. CURLEW, A BIRD, WTH A HIGH PITCHED CRY. 'KNOCKBOY' IN GAELIC, 'CNOC BUI' MEANING THE YELLOW HILL, NAMED FOR THE PROFUSON OF YELLOW FURZE, WHCH ADORN IT.
CREATURE OF THE NIGHT
Part of a collection of illustrated poems, for a children's story book.