Lessons
Class 101
All This World!
II have always liked this song. Thank you! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVGwTLRgWkg&feature=related https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VMzVn0DcOgw
Ausssie Pride
I wrote this in thinking I would have some tea towels made up with this on it, like most thing's, it never happened.
LOOK INSIDE
I always tell people to look before they leap. Look within themselves, find their true selves and ask, is this what you really want.
WEATHER GOAL
weather can change our attitude
Self Discipline
What has to be done must be done Lazing around just will not pay Grab hold of yourself and move on Do what you have to do today Despite the mood you may be in Know time and tide wait for no one Get busy, start the ball rolling If not, you wi
Christmas alone..
For those who may be by themselves this Christmas..
Blackbirds in the corn
Looking out my window..
The Poem and the Symphony
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
Poets Manifesto
The vision of the nobel heart should never submit to the word crushers of sublime dreams~ We poets, we seers of a more perfect way do subscribe to a heavenly hope~ We see what can be achieved and say..why not~ Never mind that the world is r
Today is you..
Musing on the sublime..
Silently to Myself
Just another translation of a Georgian poet.
Introspective Forgiveness
I wait in the night, in silence, in fear. Stoic, unwavering, I must persevere. For a glimmer of hope, I leap, I pounce. Certain, uncompromising, I thus disappear. Home is not here. My dreams, so wretched, they torture and tear. My
CS Poets..
You are my poetry my CS friends.. My words mean nothing if to you I do not send.. My thoughts would fly to the wind had you not snatched them in your hand.. You are my receiving hearts in this magical cyber land..
Unbreakable
I had gotten a message very early one morning from a friend who was struggling at work. I wanted to write something to provide inner strength. I wrote this in under 5 minutes to get it to them as soon as possible. They thanked me for the inspiration later on that day. I enjoy writing. I enjoy being there for the people in my life, even if it's just with my creative writing.
Canopy of Green.
moments of waking....before ones eyes focus
Somewhere in paradise
Somewhere in paradise I'll meet your loveliness on a golden path Somewhere where the healing leaves of the nations florish.. our smiles shall beam in a lighted city Somewhere, sometime, my heart shall love you..forever Cafe
Heal me..
Peace..
The MOST Valuable one!
From the secret place,stirring from wthin,bubbling up by The HOLY SPIRIT,I simply agreed with it! Understanding where the values of people are these last days shows a loss of virtue & integrity;more focus on the fleeting appearance of what seems good & right,just as The LORDGOD said it would be! My feelings at the time was about truly cherishing communicating with one I thought was lost to the rushing world.So in thanksgivings I had to seize it & perhaps another will agree to bring about a readjusting of our atmosphere for a currency exchange( GOD'S WORK for a 2nd Day-Monday!)
MR HAMBURG (dedication)
MY WONDERFUL J.H.S. 109 MUSIC TEACHER ; MR HAMBURG WAS; AND WILL ALWAYS BE; THE BEST!
Soulfully Yours
A string of thoughts with spiritual application with a sort of creative self reflection....
Untitled
These little gems from our Georgian poet translated for your pleasure, dear poets!
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This is a translation from Russian of Dina Babij's poem (the series "Tbilisi Russian Lyre").
The Inheritance
At midday, while in half daydream, a sentiment, some mystic intuition, tapped on my consciousness.. And as quickly as it appeared it fled to the unknown.. This voiceless thought sank like a grain of sand in the ocean whose meaning I must t
LOVING
I love Your past Which Brought you To me Today. (Theblackred)
IRON MAN
How and when, all the crazy Nonstop flying like Strings like Rain Came from the old Tired and worn out Disappointing roof of mine My head is dizzy, Can`t my body stop shaking severely While I am wrapped While I am taken away While I am dra
This Blue Train
This Blue Train tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face... unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence... i watch the blue fog slowly move in, penetrating each and every glance of mine eye... the blue train slowly pass
You are wine..
From the plush grape fields you come to me You fill me with intoxication You drink my reason to the last drop You strip me bare and consume me You are vintage desire You are soul wine~
TWO LEGGED RATS
WE ALL KNOW THEM. YOU CALL THEM FRIENDS BUT THEY TALK BEHIND YOUR BACK! TIME TO DITCH THEM!
I’m not alive, I wish to come to life…
Terenti Graneli (1897–1934) – a pen-name of a noted Georgian poet Terenti Kvirkvelia.
Castle maidens dress night!
Get ready ladies..and no fightin.'
Love and Lace
What can I give to the break of dawn that it lacks of a brighter morn Where lack the gifts to the blackest night that a million stars adorn How has my hand held the sun and moon and kept them in their place By wisdoms joy has this heavenly
IT IS BORING, IT’S SAD
Mikhail Lermontov, a Russian Romantic poet, "the poet of the Caucasus", as he was sometimes called cause he did military service in Caucasus, became the most important Russian poet after Alexander Pushkin's death in 1837. On July 25, 1841, at Pyatigorsk, fellow army officer Nikolai Martynov, who felt offended by one of Lermontov's jokes, challenged him to a duel and killed him. Lermontov is considered the supreme poet of Russian literature alongside Pushkin and the greatest figure in Russian Romanticism.
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Another translation from Mikhail Lermontov (1814–1841) - a Russian poet.
Tribute to the apostle Paul
The young aspiring poet waited patiently outside the prison cell, and listened to the muffled voice of the Roman guard making the quiet reguest to the aged apostle. Moments later, the guard stepped outside the cell and remarked to the young poet, 'Pa
THE LAST ATTEMPT
Yevgeny Yevtushenko (born 18 July 1933) is a Soviet and Russian poet. He is also a novelist, essayist, dramatist, screenwriter, actor, editor, and a director of several films.
Walk with me
One of my first
The eyes of truth are watching.
I saw and felt the expression of divinity in everything and everyone. I touched the presence, intelligence, beauty and love of the Universal Mind, and know that God is not a reality ... God is reality, or, to express this another way, Everything is,
Blunders Presidential candidates make
Needful advice..lol
Your poem has been published
You couldn't wait to get home and pen those last few lines.. The deadline for the poetry contest was just a few weeks away and you wanted to get every word just right And alas! After burning the midnight oil there it was, the poem you thought
Imagination
Was passing time simply imagining many things
The blind Boy
I was coming home from work and I seen a man with a blind boy. This just came to me.