The Bubble and I
"Welcome, you Bubble," asked I, "Please tell me one thing. For a moment you come But what us to bring?" Said the Bubble, "I'm for a moment, True, and must vanish soon; But hark you , my man! For me this life is a boon. Life has its own ch
the table
cleaned out my deceased mate's shed for his mum........came across this table he had dressed, polished and laquered for his girls to play at .........
'Driss............
about how someone with nothing can give so much ........through their spirit of character.........an afro/french man fresh out of jail and the connection he makes while applying for a job to keep his benefits..........caring for a wealthy quadraplegic
now earths humble voice
tearing down forests minerals animals extinct for mans sick amusement our greed our future downfall as we rape this beautiful planet
The Frisian Mare
Boundless the wild pony runs Her mane hub across infantile horizon It vex to the rising cusp. Ambiguity govern the filly Instincts scorch the bridge of time The wind bends to her charging hoof. The stallion rise to gallantry Steady gate
My Honor, Dear Soldier
To you I give my thanks for no words could truly say, The love I feel inside for you on this Memorial Day. It matters not your age or gender, battlefield, or war, I honor you for whats inside- the hero in your core. You do what many other
I do know you (beboo)
this is dedicated to Beboo got this inspiration while I read your beautiful poem. . . de al salle. . . and thank you
poison heart, tainted mind
another inspired one for this new lady beboo she's got some hot poetry stuff she means what she says well keep it coming coz you got me thinking and feeling things hidden or lost somewhere maybe its forgotten but you somehow trigger it back. .to ON dedicated to you miss Beboo and my humble thanks for that too
Memorial day
No words could describe war..but my thanks to the great ones who died giving me the freedom to write these words. Their reward in heaven is great.
I gave at the door to the Universe
Just entered in The Art of the Knuckle Sandwich Poetry Contest
Commonalities
Tracy Chapman says it all so well - all that you have is your soul - the differences we share are really ?our similarities ?all based on common experiences as humans ?worked out in different ways? and among those shared knowings ?our value sy
unfinished
Not for trying, no denieing, within these empty glasses, glancing at the clock as surely time upon us passes, twists of fate or perhaps natures harmony, i stand here naked open to betrail.
keep your dreams.
Keep your dreams, Nurish them. Compound it in, your soul. Seal it in , a destiny box. Forever you will hold. Confine & patent it, Replace it in your mind. Preserve & restore it True love you will find. Meditate with prayers Keep it ref
Christ has no body but yours
found this while reading about some saints maybe someone Will benefit from this from the words of a blessed nun. . God bless. . . and Amen
CHRIST JESUS
I was inspired when I read about our Saviour. . . The Son of man.
Rough an Tumble
Just writing
JUST A THOUGHT
Hi everyone...Hope you are all well and good.....Great to be here...Thanks to those that have written to me, it really has been appreciated very much! Appreciated too is everyone's poetry that I have popped back from time to time to read...Thankyou!.....Kindest regards, Andrew.....xxx
The Miracle of Woman!
Birthing mothers should be given praise!
The Eyes of the Gods
The wind hisses around me, It rages, then stops, I close my eyes and suddenly a gentle rain falls on my tired face, Kisses my hair Caresses my neck like a warm lover, and I smile gratefully. Are the tears of the gods to merge with mine, a
Your seeds of greatness
I have been called by the spirit of love to give you this message.. What I have created in you I shall complete You are not your own but the work of my hands No man can take from you what I have put in you and the work of my hands shall not r
Sleep
I wrote this when the thought popped into my mind.
PAIN AND LOVE
My poem is to people that have heartache and that they have so much pain but enough love. At the time I wrote this I looked back in the past with my old relationship and how it went but I'm in new relationship he gives me so much love that he doesn't give me pain.
Bare-foot
just could of kept writing.
I Dreamed I Was Dying Last Night
People do see dreams, sometimes spooky ones, poets are no exception. Just a little translation from Georgian poet for your pleasure, my dears!
JUST MY VIEW
MY VIEW
Brighter Times
We all struggle at times to place the beauty that is within us on display
to market to market..........
marketplace the hive of activity culture colour and survival........
Roll call
Everybody does there role Just to climb the totem pole You played the part of the b*tch You run your mouth and always snitch Born to bite gonna make it itch Your main priority is to become rich Get in line - this is the roll call You will l
Whisper To Me, Please
Soft Gentle breeze Whisper his name to me ~ Please ~ Tell me when And tell me where He’ll beckon to set my heart free ~ Talk to me Of this hero Who will dare the winds of time A man that’s brave True And fair Who will look beyond th
SITTING
sitting.... so i sit. staring at this wall... neither alive, or dead. somewhere in between... i am. somewhere folded upon my breath... i rest. somewhere touching the icey cold window pane... i look. it is this stillness the gives m
This Moment
Time is no more.... as my senses seem to taste the surroundings; the crow calls and the door slams shut. Breathe. Thoughts still pour relentlessly into my mind... stirring the bowl of contemplation. I hold them not...and they go,
Mystery of Shadow. . . .
dedicated to Linda for giving me this school of thought about shadows
A History Lesson
Sometimes doing things the hard way makes a much more lasting impression that teaches us not to make the same mistakes twice.
Without title
*** You walk with a childish grin – mere girl, And wherever you go you pose proudly and stalk, And the apple - the one in right hand that you hold - It becomes you as flower that’s stuck in your locks. You stop all of sudden, you're pale, eyes
aura bright............
it speaks for itself.............
to live..........
this is for all the people in this world who don't have the opportunities as others and are subjected to doing things to all but survive........forever waiting forever hoping.
A Great Day
Just thinking of what a great day would be. This is one version I would love to have.
Do You Want To Punish Me?
You Always Knew What I wanted To... Experience To... Know Down Deep I felt your pull Pushing me forward As my ravenous instinct Led me along the path I chose To exactly when... And to where... Until... I couldn’t let g
Beauty
Cascading fields of waving green caress the quiet hills with nonchalance.
The Mirror Image
This poem is a spin-off poem to "The Shadow", I hope you will all enjoy this poem also. Written 9th June 2013
Faith and Hope/ By Velvet Lover
I've written the above lines nearly twenty years ago. I hope it can be a humble light for anybody who believes the Earth is a hundred of languages and countries, but apart from each people flags, nationality, uses, folklore, etc...each one of us, human beings on Earth are a single leaf of a vast, immense, and unique, common cosmic tree, fed by only one source of all kinds of Life : the eternal fusion of Micro and Macrocosmos into a powerful will, which can, if well-trained...move mountains!
Unseen yet always there
It's short but hopefully it will connect with people just the same. I realize the word unseeked is not correct grammar, it was intentional, I suppose I like it better that way! (;