Blessings
Wanted to share my thoughts tonite. Bless each of you. Stay safe and warm. Already a foot of snow here. Another 6-8 inches tonite. Enjoy your weekend! Hugz, Pink.
Chance
Give her a chance Don't just take a glance She could be the woman you have been searching for Open the door Never ignore Watch her eyes as they dance around Whatever you do don't let her fall to the ground. Give him a chance. Take a good loo
Parting Words
being gracious in defeat........an the respect earnt from it even though its tearing your heart out
I PRAY FOR SLEEP
I wrote this about missing someone....especially hard at Christmas. (Not auto biographical) Though it may seem sad at first look, it isn't really, as the lovers get to meet every night. Andrew...xxx
~Consideration~
Observation in the days:) as they pass by in everyone's life:) An I'm sure you've all seen it. :) Cheers all. Or smiles at least:)
The Get away
Freedom..
EMPRESS FALL
Something inspirational again! Provided you are not too tired here is another translation from our Tbilisi poet Tamila Aydinova writing her verse in Russian. This is her third poem posted by me here. Autumn is my favorite so don’t be surprised if I keep returning to this subject. I do appreciate your time and thank you for devoting it to reading my translations! Best wishes to you all!
Fear Not
faith........
The spirit of freedom!
as a man thinketh so is he.
Locked & Loaded {for Dylan}
I have been spending quite a bit of time with my 9 year old nephew {Dylan} this summer. He is autistic. Simply put, autism is a complex neurodevelopment disorder, characterized by social impairments & severe communication difficulties. Dylan is literally "locked in"...but this precious boy is "loaded" with spirit and I can't begin to tell you what a privilege it is to spend time with him.
WHAT KISS IS YOURS?...
Not my best poem ...
PURE SURVIVAL
Observations
CAST YOUR BREAD UPON THE WATER
If my poem needs to be explained, then I am not a very good poet. It is what it says. Enuf said. If you are not satisfied, just tell me so, and I will stop posting.I don't understand all the bit about color, borders etc. I am what I am. I wrote a book of over 100 poems and have never had a complaint.
Tears in the fire
Primordial forces stamped indelibly upon the collective soul What can be called mind was never left for reason to decide We are not our own Behold! Within these mortal veins a strangers blood gives life to a mere vapor in the wind My
Sandy smiles.
This poem goes out to all of the women who do not know their worth. You may not have been born into a context where you were given the choice to be strong and to fend for yourself; but as a united body of women, we can make a difference. We can choose, today, to be strong and to see the value in ourselves, our sisters and our daughters. Let's lift up the Sandy's in our lives!
Don't Let it Break You
Just wanted to acknowledge the negative vibration that is affecting people at this period of time in life...and not to give up...
I Cannot Speak It's Name
For a long time, I blamed myself...and wouldn't say the word because if I did, I beat myself down emotionally... time heals wounds, and time healed mine. I'm finally admitting I am not to blame for being a rape victim, but am to be respected, and treated with kindness. I'm Ready to move on, and "survive" And yes, I'm aware this is a touchy subject, but one I'm not afraid of anymore. Just a little jumpy sometimes.
My Life
One day every one of us will be judged by the Father for what we have done!
Despair
I thought I would introduce you to modern Georgian poets. I hope you will enjoy the poem, which went untitled by the author, but I called Despair.
THE RIVER OF LIFE
No river can to its source return And all must reach the sea Through its many twist and turns It meanders purposely Along the way mountain streams Begin and join the throng Spreading out throughout the land The river growing strong And fi
A PRAYER
Just a Prayer
Abyss
Seasons in abyss Lest darkness embraces light One cannot find truth
~365~
Hmmm is it possible to make life easier in alot of different ways for yourself. Sharing thoughts:)
Did you know?
So transient is the star of day - it brightens only for the show, So solemn is the world - it darkens more and more, What’s our life – it’ll come and fly away like bird, On our hearth and home the grass will some day grow. He walked a shorter roa
Believing is seeing
An inspiration that was given to me this magical Sunday morning.. The words are mine..
Full moon over Opotiki
the best days in New Zealand
When Angels Smile
I'm not sure, but I've been told that there is a city of lights pressed between the folds of eternity where paths cross in angelic bliss Perhaps I've dared to think of such things as I walk through this world so dimly lit A glimspe of a worl
Elo Challenge
Combining spirits
Learn to release people,
Learn to release people, – Who has decided to leave you, Who was in the list of your friends, Who helped you with a way. Who darling once was, Or even I remained him. Who s
New Year's Resolutions
Just a few of many things I would like to accomplish in the coming year, many more to be added.
The man I wanted to be
I look inside me, Trying to see, A vision of the man I wanted to be, With wisdom in his eyes, You could tell he was wise, When he was talking there was never a lie, And though he wasn't perfect you could tell the man tried, The twists and t
The Thrilling nascentness in a pile of dung!
[nas·cent adjective: nascent just coming into existence and beginning to display signs of future potential.] Here we were, six, suave, highly educated men, walking through the untamed and unruly African bush with our armed guide when suddenly, w
Family Tree
Sunday morning poem...Thanks for reading. Happy Sunday!
For Humanity's Sake
Just watched a documentary on NatGeo, bordering on science fiction, but very much close to reality after all.
Travelling On
All aboard for the journey of a lifetme, I got my ticket to ride this line, I boarded this train all those years ago, with no direction as to where I'd go, this train of life that I began would take me here, with no thoughtful plan, I took my se
A Poet
This is a translation of Sergei Yesenin’s poem “A Poet” dedicated to his close friend Grisha.
~ to be on the edge ~
If only for a little while, it's a very cool place to be.
White Feather
I believe in angels and the white feather is a symbol that angels are close. Also I felt while writing this if one has got into bad situations you can turn your life around and be free and happy.
Antivax Rats
Antivax Stupidity!
Presence
this my own and simple i dedicated it yo my self and those celebrate their birthday today and dedicated also to my family
Long Gone Days
I wrote this a while ago and Mr Mad Tats poem inspired me to bring it back in. Hope you enjoy
Calliope
like jasmine scented scarlet her lips and hair a lovers net sparking light on the muse between us tell I was tangled in her eyes