TO LIVE....
taking the safe road....does it make us happy?
My Lord
The spark of life....
How to...
We do not live in the past: The past no longer exist- except as a memory. We do not live in the future: The future exists not yet- except as a dream. We live in the present- And what else is the present but a fleeting moment... Reme
dream in a dream
Going into a spiral like curling portal Slow then fast I’m sure I’m not mortal At the other end it’s like The same thing again And every means has no end A spiral cos it only bends Mind trying to comprehend Spirit laughing again Cos the mi
A Simple Prayer
New American Standard Bible: "For the LORD your God is the God of gods and the Lord of lords, the great, the mighty, and the awesome God who does not show partiality nor takes a bribe."
Homeward bound
I do not concern myself with great matters I do not reach beyond the boundaries of my own understanding The sun, the moon, and the stars are born of a wisdom to high for me In my moment of time I pause to acknowledge so much greatness befo
IF IT WERE FOR ME
Loneliness is not fatal and can be cured as any other disease, which is not terminal. Perhaps we should do something about it, make a move ... to fan that fire or it will never catch, let alone keep burning steadily. Wish you luck in your love!
A poem about Hate
I strongly believe that hate is an emotion that if we let it take hold, it will drag us down and destroy our very soul. It is possible that we can overcome our hatred with rational thought. It is also possible that hatred is a desire to destroy that is incurable by time. I would appreciate any comments or insights into what HATE is.
Arrows
The distance between who I am and who I want to be is separated only by my actions, my words, and my target.
A Lesson Learned in Life
Not everyone has the same heart as you A lesson learned in life To name but a few Is it our genes that map ones persona? Or is it heartbreak, pain and grief resembling that of Desdemona? In a world full of hatred I hope to make a difference E
surface
surface like a green sturgeon rising to the mountain top Except the scars on her victims face. Great lumps of green stuff in my barley pop
Burnt Out Old Lover
A burn't out old lover I Though I've still a spark of chemistry. I'm still able but lack the will Disillusioned and lonely still. At least my poetry isn't fake Although I may be an old rake. Many women I have known Through a heart that I've
Kata
a system of individual training exercises for practitioners of karate and other martial arts. an individual training exercise in karate and other matial arts. plural noun: katas A poem I wrote some years ago..Dedicated to the spirit of American Kenpo and the late Grandmaster Ed Parker...
Waldo's Mountain
This is wrote about a place I use to play as a young girl. It is not only in honor of this place but also in honor of its great artist who composed this. One mans trash is anothers treasure. His dream gave way to many dreamers in my town for many years. Thank you Waldo for the many legacies you left behind. (Sexton's strange mountain ended up being the highest point between Kitty Hawk and Key West, offering a regal view of the grand Atlantic. The mountain, looking like a cross between an Aztec temple and an orderly junk pile was a great tourist attraction, renamed the Hanging Gardens. Sexton died in 1968 and vandals and collectors began to lay waste to his gardens and eventually the site was cleared. The junk man died a millionaire.) http://articles.orlandosentinel.com/1989-09-03/news/8909024704_1_sexton-junk-waldo
UPDATE ON ReaderOfSouls( ROS) ACCIDENT
A note to inform the Poetry Corner members about ReaderOfSouls.
Ain't no Bananas on Mars
The uniqueness of Earth..
The Road Not Taken
Woww, so complecated, anyone understand this poem meaning...? Free free to share your opinion..hope to hear from you!
My Christmas hero
I've read stories about you.. Your words have echoed through The centuries The shepard who seeks the lost Sheep..you found me in my weakness You touched my confused reasonings With the compassionate hand of a Nursing mother On the hot city s
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,
POETIC JUSTICE
ATTENTION WANNA BE"S! NEVER PICK ON A GENUINE POET, FOR THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD!
Winter Evening
This poem Alexander Pushkin dedicated to his beloved nanny who traveled with him to his exile in a distant deep village.
POSITIVE STEPS.
Positive approach to the new year....with a little caution as well as a smile.......
Somehow I'll know
A grand impression of sorts...
Resistance
I was studying electronics at the time I wrote this but lost interest. I hold this piece close to my heart. Where it belongs.
CONSIDER THIS.........
Hi everyone...hope you are all keeping well....xxx...Andrew
Money and Fame in an Acrostic
It's an acrostic about fame and money.
RELEASING DREAMS.....
sharing hopes
THE REAL TRUTH
THE LORD IS REAL FOR HE GAVE ME A GREAT GIFT WHICH MAN HAS LOOKED FOR SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME!
Our Fellow Man
Not truly a poem... sharing thoughts on knowing ourselves and others by looking within.
Shadow Sound
in response to shadow1950's 10-word challenge
Dancers
Went out for dinner on Thursday and watched a live band. A group of old (50's and 60's) rock n rollers took the floor and you could see the years disapearing and they actually started to look younger.
THREE THINGS
Thought I would have a go at it....Andrew...xxx
~Extra, Extra, "READ ALL ABOUT IT"~
The lights they were floating and moving about while the cars they were flying in their daily commutes seven billion now as the roads ride the sky. The sky's a conductor, not a one at the helm chips, ya they're there, just not in a bag telec
The mark we leave
It always has been something that hurts deep insideof me. I think of how easy it is to forget those people that once were such a huge part of our lives.Im brought to mind my own dear mother, my nana,how much i loved them,but rarley do they cross my mind.Maybe it's Gods way of helping us move on..
FOLLOW YOUR HEART
we have got to come up with songs that make you feel good. theres too much hate in the world. i want to change that and make everyone feel good about themselves
be yourself thats all
be yourself thats all don t fake yourself
Three Wise Monkeys
This poem is based on a real life experience, the legend of the three wise monkeys is true to my knowledge, and has great significance in our lives, it may be a Buddah statue I am not sure of it's actual origin. please enjoy this tale. Written: 18th January 2014
Walk into eternity
A remake from a much earlier poem.
Where Eagles Dare
I fly in realms unknown You cannot hear me You cannot see me But I'm there Watch out! Do not think you can sleep unhindered Do not think you can recline at your table at ease For I am ever vigilent Every watching Ever waiting I come quie
Happy memorial day
For our soldiers and when it says memorial, I hope it doesn't only honor those who died but also for the living who are going through more trauma as a result of their experience being in the war front.
Caged Inside My Bones
If you'd like to know what's in the ocean, you can just go to the surface and scrape some off.
Another 40 Year War
There is no coming to consciousness without pain. Carl Jung