Isn't it Ironic?
What if not poetry is the language of love? Yet when our passion reaches the end of the line, We just feel the pain; hardly ever the rhyme!
THE SYCAMORE TREE
I HAVE IN TRUTH, STILL TO PUT AWAY, CHILDISH THINGS.
OHIO STAR
WHEN 2 STARS COLLIDE, PERHAPS A SUPER NOVA. ?
GRANDAD
MY LOVELY GENTLE GRANDAD, LEFT HIS SHEPARD LIFE IN THE MOUNTAINS, HERE IN WATERFORD, TO FIGHT IN THE FIRST WORLD WAR, WITH THE 'ROYAL IRISH FUSILIERS' A MOST HONORABLE MAN, HE HAD A GENTLENESS OF SPIRIT, WHICH WAS IMPERVIOUS TO ALL LIFE COULD THROW AT HIM, I STILL MISS HIM, TERRIBLY. A BULLS EYE, WAS A BOILED SWEET, A PEGGIE'S LEG, WAS A STICK OF GLUCOSE CANDY. A WOODBINE, A BRAND OF CIGARETTE, WITH NO FILTERS.
HILL CLIMBER
CAMPED OUT IN THE BEAUTIFUL VERDANT, NIRE VALLEY, IN COUNTY WATERFORD, NEAR DAWN, IM ALWAYS RESTLESS BEFORE A CLIMB, ONLY A HILL CLIMBER, CAN FEEL THE BUZZ, BEFORE AN ASSENT, IT PUTS BARBED WIRE IN YOUR EYES, AND FIRE IN YOUR BLOOD.
AUNT KATHYS GARDEN
AUNT KATHY, 91 YEARS YOUNG, AND LOVES HER FLOWERS, TREATS THEM WITH THE TENDERNESS, OF A MOTHER WITH HER BABIES, AND LOVES THEM DEARLY, A DEAD FLOWER, CREASES HER FACE WITH PAIN, AS IF HAVING LOST A FRIEND, I LOVE HER DEARLY, BUT DON'T TELL HER I SAID THAT.
THE LITTLE GIRLS GRAVE
CAME ACROSS THIS LITTLE GIRLS GRAVE, WHILE DOING RESEARCH, IN THE ANCIENT GRAVEYARD AT INISLOON, FURTHER RESEARCH THREW UP THE FACT THAT HER MOTHER WENT QUIET INSANE WITH GRIEF AFTERWARDS, THE PROXIMITY OF THE HOUSE OVERLOOKING THE GRAVEYARD IN INISLOON, WAS TOO MUCH FOR HER TO BEAR, THE JAMESON FAMILY, MOVED AWAY TO DUBLIN, SHORTLY AFTERWARDS, IN THE MID 18 HUNDREDS. A QUAINT BUT BEAUTIFUL SPOT IS ANCIENT INISHLOON, AS THE RIVER MISTS SWIRL ABOUT IT, IN GHOST LIKE SHROUD. INISLOON=RIVERSIDE MEADOW.
The Lion
In the stillness of the jungle.. I watch.. and wait.. for you~ You will not enter these lands unnoticed.. For tonight.. I am Awake! I sit high an lifted up and I am the ruler of my world~ Watch out! Make no sound For I will hear it..
SAILS BY ANY TIDE
FOR YOU MY LOVE, THE BEACONS ARE LIT, TO GUIDE YOUR SHIP INTO MY HEART, UPON THE TIDE.
PIN CITY
The centre of the universe The ONLY thing that's real Any act, it doesn't matter Just make that cocaine deal! The last high is still receding It wasn't quite enough The next one may achieve it. Need more and better stuff. That pinnacle of
Descriptions
Different descriptions given to me by others....
The Second Book Of Job
A fall down some rimrock causes one to evaluate their life.
What A Cowboy Means To Me
A definition of the American West. Simple, understated, but all true.
The Old State 1743
The magic of the road and it's history.
Out In The Pasture At Dusk
Observations from the top of the windmill and on life in general.
On A Night In '92
A recount of the weekend I lost my child and the subsequent pain and dealing with it all. God's grace and inner strength guided me during one of my darkest times.
Petty Tyrants Try Their Best
A poem about small minded people who tend to be very petty and the childishness of it all.
Let Go and Let God..
If a bad attitude is keeping you down, give thanks to God instead for the blessings you have. :)
The Horse Of Job
The awesome magnificence of the horse as described in the Book of Job.
I live in a Trashcan..
I live in a trashcan on a cold alley street Amongst all the garbage with sores on my feet Oh, You've walked by, mabey a time or two Handed me a dollar So kind of you Today, you spoke, and we talked awhile You asked, 'Do I know
Poem Gets Death!
A Poem was sent to prison To await execution From fearful minds who'd silence Freedoms Revolution! At 6am. the guns will fire Every phrase shot through and through But Freedoms Rhymes will reload again to give its life for You!
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
Sunshine Police
Sunshine Police riding Dark Clouds on high Arresting the Light in a Sleepy Blue Sky Arise! Sun Beams! Fight for the Light! Before the Sunshine Police Turn your Day into Night!
Prejudice
How prejudice can cloud a person.
The Abyss..of Desire
Take a journey to the heart of desire Into the abyss of passions fire Through waves and waves of liquid love Steaming up daydreams miles above Through swirling currents of uncharted regions Your soul is snatched by passion
Into Eternity
Walk into eternity adorned with imortality Stripped of flesh and bone, this primitive reality Mind dimensions unknown Spirit transcending time Consciousness awakening from itself With its memory left behind Infinity is just a
Dreaming Within A Dream
Morning thoughts....
Walls
More sleep dreams....
Still Unbroken
How the elements of nature and the strong will to survive during the tough times are connected.
Gifted Hands
A poem for the working man and for The Maker who makes it possible.
Oh Baby, You Made Me That Way
How a kiss and love brings out emotions.
Waiting On Sundown
A young man helps a friend escape an abusive relationship.
Love's Philosophy
Love always finds a way.
Choices
Decisions are hard to make when you just can't get past the 'what-ifs'
Honoring Back
To honor my fellow soldiers and to those who have served before us as a tribute for Veteran's Day.
Storm
A storm of emotions as it tears at a friend's soul.
BAGWELLS GROVE
THE OLD BAGWELL ESTATE, IS SITUATED JUST OUTSIDE THE TOWN OF CLONMEL, COUNTY TIPPERARY, IN IRELAND. THE FAMILY WERE CROMWELLIAN SETTLERS IN IRELAND, AND WERE BANKERS, BY TRADE. THEY ARE LONG GONE NOW, BUT THE OLD ESTATE STILL RETAINS AN AURA, OF FADED ELIQUENCE, I STROLLED AROUND ITS OLD GARDEN WALK LATELY, TRACES OF ITS FORMER GRANDEUR, ARE STILL TO BE FOUND.
Seasons Of The Day
How the seasons turn to years right before our eyes.
Closer Than You Know
Walking along and contemplating life.
Space
Getting lost in thoughts.
Secrets Of The Day
Secrets of the day.
Traveling Demon
This is not really about love at all. Unless it is love of ones self. Do you ever reach a time where you just want to run free and worry about cleaning up the mess afterwards? I have been breaking free. No mess yet. But old enough to know when you break this free you will eventually pay the piper if you are not careful.