Poetry Book
To all you wonderful poets
Would You?
Note** Sun actually meaning "SON" Son of God "Jesus'
~In Gile~
A thought I had driving to work this morning. So many on edge as their face shows, even in their own space. . . . their car.
The Beauty Of A Poet
Hi All. As I read all of your work and 'feel' I relate, it makes my realise that despite the wrongs all around us........theres always a 'right' in writers and poetry.... I hope your all well
Forest Rain.
I would hope that the reader would expreience something sensuous and spiritual. The normal buzz of insects and birdsong fall quiet during a good refreshing down pour from the heavens, leaving only the unignorable patter of rain on the canopy and the breath of the wind that follows. To be alone in a great forest and experience this, is a privilage. If you listen, you will hear it speak! Maybe you can hear it now?
E Almost equals MC Squared
Part one. Part two to come.
Friday night 27 AD
not to offend or preach...just some lines i thought about...
Life Lessons
When I was young I learned some things, about life, the world and what it brings, twas then I realised, there's truth, there's ignorance, there's lies, I learned not to judge or critize, claim precedence or compromise, To listen with open mind,
the dancers form
I went to see a show of some modern Japanese dance. Very good.
I Do Not Like ( V.Vysotsky)
1969 Vladimir Vysotsky 2010 Translated by me
some questions
who does the squeezing who are the squozen who are the needy and who picks the chosen what is the purpose what's it all mean what is enough and what is obscene when do we win when do we lose when does it matter and when will we choose
ignorance
after being made fun of for what i believe in by a bunch of ROLLY POLLYS at a rave i wrote this
elegy for an integral teacher
I have known about this man for a long time, he passed on 03-30-2010
wordlet
uh...words.
When the rain falls down....
When the rain falls down, I remeber u whispears in my ear, When the rain falls down , I remeber your sweet soft kiss, When the rain falls down, I remeber u your sweet hugs When the rain falls down, I remeber how u told me I love yo
Existential Angst...?
Quotes from one of my all-time favourite authors: Richard Bode: "For the truth is that I already know as much about my fate as I need to know. The day will come when I will die. So the only matter of consequence before me is what I do with my allo
Yes You Can
Reaching out for someone to help you on your way, finding its impossible to orgainise your day, absorbing all the suffering you find along the way, will keep you lost and lonely no matter what we say, the sorrow and the sadness that invade so
Understanding
just a thought!
Life’s Journey
More thoughts
sometimes you have to choose a song
Rain . . . Softly falling down . . . each drop a symphony of sound . . . as it hits the tin roof . . . tap . . . tap . . . tap. It can sound just like a sad song with a slow beat . . . the kind that makes you daydream . . . and feel sad an
Wisdom takes time!
I was very clever when I was younger, about 21, the world was my oyster, now those years are gone, I knew everything there was to know, I knew all about the world and people Yes, I did, that was so, Something happened between then and now,
A journey into Tomorrow.
I take a journey every now and then, a voyage of discovery not known to many men, its a place of tranquility where one can reflect, you can come with me, you can take my hand, if you so elect, I'll show you sights of beauty in peaceful contemplat
Quantum heart
the physics and the physical just seem chaotic and quizzical hard to wrap your heart around an get your mind on solid ground feel warm sunshine on watered face warping thoughts through time and space take any insanity to the brink love is ne
The West
I am living now in the west of Ireland and this is my picture of its rugged beauty.
so ordinary
sitting day after day time ticking away rather slowly boredom blues creep in as a cat burglar silently trying to rob my most prized possession lifejoy this body fragile yet strong healing on its own timeline not mine no work children t
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treasure
(a poem for those who put there own meaning into it)
Light
As a seed of light, Created by thought, A dream is born, That cannot be bought. The way of the dream, Though not always clear, Is to live your life, Knowing no fear. So stand up and shine, Stand up for right, Remember the dream, Where
Am I Alone?
When waves of mortality crash down and misery becomes a militant march crashing about your mind and soul, When you hang suspended in the depth of just not caring Just too much, too many! know I strain against your chains unable to rem
Still Kicking
One of my first poems written and I don't mind having to edit it each year :)
shy valentines guy
don't be afraid...just go for it,and see where it all leads,lifes to short to sit back and let it all slip by....a poem of courage.
Blue Moon
This isn't a poem, but I just wanted to share my experience with you, as it was so special. (I had wondered if the lights that I had seen being launched off the distant hills were perhaps people in hang gliders, but a friend suggested that they could have been Chinese lanterns being launched to celebrate the new year- I guess I will never know, and I kind of like it that way).
Tides of life x
changes in my life inspired this heartfelt short poem x
NATURALLY
I wrote this poem to speak out against stereotypical images and roles that abound in our world which unfairly label people and the "roles" they play in society's eyes. I feel that everyone deserves peace and happiness in their lives and should be treated with respect. We are all born into this world to be loved and accepted equally. We are all beautiful both inside and out.
Love Comes......Love Goes....
Just a thought.....we all have feelings and all have a brain......we forget to use them when we fail at someting......'learning' can be a big part of being in 'your special place' in the future..... Tiger
Who?
Who created that race for Mr. or Mss.Right? Who did write all the books about a prince to come? Who made people to turn away from each other, Grabbing the next, Playing romance on them, Saying all sweetest words, Disposing them just the sa
weak at heart
weak at heart in absence of counterpart unknown messenger to blame for broken tether strength replaced when embrace combines together
What we leave behind.
I have a tenative diagnosis of ALS, a non contagious, untreatable deadly medical condition. It has not been absolutely confirmed at the time of this writing, but it certainly makes me retrospective.
a quiet corner and a peaceful friend
put me in a quiet corner with a book in my hand with humanity moving in a stream around me leaving behind echoes of laughter steaming mocha drinks teasing my nose a rainy cool fresh breezy fall day rich rustymustard leaves cling to the gre
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Sherwood Fae
Fae, where does she fly, aloft on bright and golden wings? On soft green foliage, sleep and rest. Round gentle song they sing. Sweet and gentle Fae, queen of the woods silver stars so soft. And within the ring, danced and frolicked. Olde
For The Name Of A Simple Poet
This is my last posting!