To thy Celtic Lady on a Journey with No End
I once knew, and still know, this woman, not only known as Lady, but a true lady of the word, in every aspect. I guess I was just, one of the lucky ones, and privileged ones, to see how true love, from someone's heart, can make everyone
Color
One day.... I woke up and stared into the gray Gray skies.... Gray of my memory...Gray of my mirror And I too felt gray, But then outside the window I heard a flutter I pulled the shade to see So beautiful A hummingbird Didn't seem so gray
Poet to Poet 5-9-14
Poet to Poet- Journal Entry 5-9-14 morning saturday early I feel sinister almost all the time, poet, like trespassing inside their minds like photographing them behind the shades like traveling beyond where things are safe
Love welcome world
10/05/2014
Poet to Poet 5-10-14
Some of you have asked Who the "Poet" is in these entries, "Poet" is one of several different Poets/or just myself- just depends on what I say. Sometimes it's easier to plead the 5th :)
~Forks on the road~
I got to thinking tonight about how so many people keep making the same pained mistakes in their life, if only they could come out of the box, if only for a minute to see.............
"Price"
Keep looking down and you don’t see the chances you miss. Forever you will be holding on to a wish. Make the most of today. Foul emotions may make you sway but bad times never stay. Everyone have a finite existence, a set number of days. Live li
Live The Dream
This is actually a song I wrote which i play guitar to.It just came out in about 20 minutes,and was inspired by my girl and the trauma we faced after i was involved in a very bad road accident.Basically i was hospitalised for 5 months and suffered brain injury.Every day for 5 month she came to hoepital to see me,which now when i think was very commendable.I wrote this song when we were still together,we have now broke up unfortunately due to my bad temper and boredom of not being in work no more.Having never had nothing,its a song that argues against having guilt,by way of the promise of an insurance payout of which i still await,at the time money didnt matter i was so screwed up with brain injury. To this day i still an odd time sing and play this song,i dedicate it to JJ x
Who Are We?
Who are the Poets after all- But a people without whom we would have to confront the void in our own echoing hearts? the symbol of our phoenix yearning to rise on the ashes of death? Who are the Poets after all- But people of a dream movi
flying in my dream
Drift with the seagull following the eagle with my magnified eye because he is high in the sky Follow to Canada and meet all the geese then drift to the east Owls feathers like fleece Turning thier heads all the way to the west land on
Paradise Mocks…
A little excerpt from my latest biographical book I'm working on titled, for the moment anyway, 'The Gift'...
Games
Life urban style.poetry street inspired experiences.
Love Hate Thee Tears
This is the poem written for the respect of love,i did feel in my heart,when although for a little period,one did excepted as i was same.
If only did I know...
In response to the challenge posed several weeks ago. This poem written by a modern Georgian poetess popped up in a recently published almanac. It was such a perfect fit to the challenge that I couldn’t resist temptation to translate it for this occasion. The lady poetess did what I was supposed to do – she did my thinking while I tried my best to translate her poem as close to the original as I could.
SEEK AND YOU WILL FIND
I wrote this poem not long after my husband died.
I Say....
I love Gibran, I often wish I could meet him at the Coffee Shop at the Edge of the Universe. Who knows maybe someday...
Letter to the Editor
Sometimes a simple letter can change lives
Too much woman
Because that's what happens to my friend because she is big and beautiful and some men don't respect her beauty.
Male @ngel
by : dennis junio, July 2012
A Prayer
I was given a quickly lesson this morning on how others regard their stuff. I don't want to be like that
"So You Say"
So you say that you can see? Take a look in the mirror.. Do you know who that is? So you say that you can see? What color are you, Yellow,Red,Black. So you say that you can see? What color is your heart, What color is your soul? Is
The Warning
I found myself walking along On an old cobble-stone lane Running side by side the Atlantic Of an ancient Eriu' seaside town I knew I was to meet him here That dear soul once bound with mine He visits me inside my dreams From the place wher
Searching
trying to develope a thought that occurred to me
The fighter
This is a friendship poem. A short poem I wrote for a friend, he had the first line as each dawn I die so I went with that line.....
the wallet
regardless of how things are in your life it only takes one simple gesture to make things right ...this may be family friends or even someone you dont know........
DESTINY AND EDUCATION
Discover you talent
LIKE SCHRODINGERS CAT
Imagine suddenly being in more than one place at once....lol....Andrew...xxx
Your Play
It's who we are now that is real not what we will be or once were, life happens in the moment.
A Thought
Empty canvas just waiting for you to decide what needs to be there. what design you want to encourage from now on. What is in the dark that needs to be brought into the light for all to see. To shine the light to eternity in order to se
My Face
I look in the mirror And what do I see My face looking right back at me I shake my head and hope to see The real person staring back at me Behind the eyes confusion and stress But a smile that looks so fresh No signs of unhappiness can be se
HOW STRONG ?
How strong does a person have to be To hide the tears behind a smile Does no one realize its not a twinkle in the eye but a tear being held. How strong do shoulders have to be To carry a heavy load So as to rest a burden when no one can see. Ho
Tell me about Love
The little child said “grand pa tell me about love” The old man thought long and hard and then he said Love is a hard task master It demands your total commitment But guarantees nothing in return And yet it ask very little But pays the greate
Power Beyond Measure
This one just came as an inspiration.
I wait you
I wait you to come in my life To make me forget the past To hel my heart To make me smile again. To make laugh again To give me a sweet kiss And give a sweet and wrm hug.
WHAT KISS IS YOURS?...
Not my best poem ...
LADY ODETTE OF POET CORNER
This is a very special tribute to Lady Odette after reading classy women and getting a dose of inspiration from her ladyship!
~really....that's why~
hmmmmm, will anyone take this personally! Lol it's not directed at anyone, it's that vicious gossip circle in life, lol cheers all.
Of Trailer Hitches And Semis..
On July 23,2012, I was taking a load of cattle and a bull to a new buyer .While waiting at the stoplight, some fellows stopped to ask some questions about my truck and trailer, garnering some appreciative glances in the interim. I had just bought a 24 ft. brand new stock trailer and put a new trailer hitch in the bed of the pickup truck. While talking to the fellows, a semi with a sleepy driver plowed into the back of the stock trailer. The cattle were pretty beat up and bruised, the trailer hitch moved forward six inches, the stock trailer took a real beating and the truck bed looked like a beat up tin can. The impact caused a bad sprain in my knee, thus triggering a blood clot in my lower right leg. I passed out from the pain and the shock. I'm now on Coumadin (blood thinner-will be on it the rest of my life)and may be going back for yet more physical therapy. The cattle will be fine with some extra rations and aspirin boluses mixed into their feed. Insurance has seen to it that the truck will be repaired, the trailer will be replaced (Gotta love those warranties!)and I mailed the trailer hitch to the company I got it from to attest to just how tough those things really are. They sent me a new one and want my story. How the life of this cowgirl rancher is never boring.
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.
Spirits Way
I wrote this in 2011/DEC.
The eyes..
Here's looking at you..
Lullaby Lady
This is actually a song I wrote for guitar. Not sure if I like it though