The Mirror 3
bindu means the sun like point in time.
sandprints
Footprints in the sand.. Leading us by hand.. To a future clear and bright... Where harmony is our sight... Children who suffer, will play again... In green grass meadows, Every now an then... The shore is coming in.. take me by the hand
Dreams And Nightmares
Are dreams and nightmares similar ? My poem will enlighten you on your thoughts in the 'Dream World' Written : 16th July 2013
Survival
Fights man with each other for a handful of rice; strangles others' throat which is never nice. Adopts man many a manner to see him happy and wealthy; makes the life of others a hell and creates an atmosphere not healthy. Suckles other's
A Prayer
Again I am here, forgetting not what was done Believing the lies from a snakes' silver forked tongue No truth remains as the future seems bleak So on my knees, hands folded, His guidance I seek Lord help me heal this hole in my heart, it needs me
Still On My Own
An abstract poem about dreaming on a lonely night.
Imagination
Free your mind from everyday shackles they will only hold you bound in chains forget all the things you have been taught like there are no fairies, no unicorns Try to remember instead the wonders of what you accepted as fact in childhood let
The things I will take ( challenge)
Thanks for the challenge shadow, you have a great mind for them:0)
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Remember remember, The fiery ember from deep within your soul. It sparked a passion, Ignited desire and burned bright without control. You took to flight, chased the wind, But the love of life you sold. Now you drift like ash in the air; Frag
An Answer!
It's been a long time since I wrote anything and maybe this doesn't resonate with anything that makes sense but I just wrote what I was feeling in the moment.
Three
There are no challenges Where I reside For deserted by myself Then this island Is home It is where I scream It is a choice Of finding myself It holds no terrors Or deems to me That this is fate And where I belong I took that choice For
THREE THINGS
Thought I would have a go at it....Andrew...xxx
Poetry In Motion
My life's story
Rhythm
Its about life
Train
I live close to the rail road tracks..
A Knight in Black Leather
This is a little piece, in memory of the late great Irish Rocker Philip Lynott.
A Poets race
On the start line Dh and wee mick Racing for the most poetry they can do so quick Dh has done 226 poems so second is wee mick followed Up on their heels the old dog wayne Shattered trying to keep up Lost his trail of thought Out of ideas
Happiness...
Happiness comes from simple things, Happines comes froma simple smile And a simple touch. Happiness comes from a good word And a lovely hug. Happiness comes from everything And simple things.
Death is Birth
To be loved and to love like the moon and the wave is what I always wish 'cause there lies the bliss. The sun goes down in the west serving the world to its best and not once does it regret for the bliss is its secret. Make merry , make m
A Scene through a Window
How can I write the beauty Of Nature? It is really scanty In my mind; supplies nothing. How the ideas will be soothing? In the horizon the earth Kisses the sky that gives me mirth. The cornfields and the buildings nearby Bring forth a questio
Incarnation of Love
Love is a true thing it's but nothing than the outcome of the core; it's a separation from man to man between the beloved and the mother. Behind beloved's love thee is a dove who always needs a hug, but see the mother who is a river who
Gardens
Received this in the email, and thought it was great. So true, too.
Fear
"Fear is not real. The only place that fear can exist is in our thoughts of the future. It is a product of our imagination, causing us to fear things that do not at present and may not ever exist. That is near insanity. Do not misunderstand me, dange
Tribute to Morgan
Who keeps us smiling with with a thousand stories and one? Whom do the maidens choose as the knight to be won Who keeps the heart alive in his every written poem Why do the ladies sit weeping by the phone It is the one who keeps us poets alw
precious .........
time is moving way to fast ...need to put the brakes on he he
Departure
I Departure is there without an end which takes away from us our friend, who is not less than a guide; for him we feel pride. We express to him our gratitude, being inspired by his positive attitude. II A blossom only bloo
A Tuesday (wrote this 10 min, maybe it shows)
Bored sitting in a library. Love the challenge to write something on the fly. So if you ladies want me to write a song about you let me know.
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
New Day
Some verses from a song i was writing... Life being seen as a deck of cards. It sure would be nice to be able to re-shuffle them from time to time.
Dreams of the junk collector
"Dreams of the junk collector" is a sequel to "The junk collector`s bedtime story." It describes in more detail about a favorite American pastime.During the heavy rains of 2011,the areas surrounding Chicago experienced severe flooded streets and basements.The next day,people were throwing stuff out and transformed the town where I live into a picker`s paradise.That was in July,during my vacation! When I returned to work,my colleagues asked me where I went on vacation. I replied with "Nowhere,really." All I had to do was just drive around town and fill up the van with whatever good stuff I could find.I could not fill it up fast enough. Now,that`s my idea of a good time!
The Lonely Traveller
Miles and miles lie ahead being even and odd at places, having rise and fall on its ways in the horizon the path mixes. Unknown, sill unknown it is; the path is still undiscovered. it attracts me to be discovered and I am a mad on this roa
Friendship
The bond between you and me, our friendship, is not based on the ways of the world. I believe in you; do believe in me. That's the only way to make us faithful to each other; to stand by each other at the time of need. The false bo
daydreaming........
lost in space ...he he
On Aging
Aging seems to be the only available way to live a long life. Daniel Francois Esprit Auber Old age is like everything else. To make a success of it, you've got to start young. Fred Astaire To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, chee
"Remember"
Let it out without a shout. Answer no questions what it’s about. One day it will disappear. Release that grip on your fear. Say “goodbye my dear” And just walk away from here. Even if you shed a tear and never cease to care. Strip your soul of
A Puppy
A puppy rambles there on the road , aloof and alone; separated from its kinds, which it had a few days back. A few days back it was in its mother's womb. The warmth in the lap of its mother and the milk from her breast -- all were the
Autumn Enchantment
Autumn...
Through The Storm We Rise
Weathering through the storm the heart turns cold they smile any way but they lost there soul it's written in there eye destined to tell there lies untold as this world unfolds the fabric of life is pulled over there eyes as they try to wash away t
PRIVILEGE......
A Tallyman was someone that would loan people money for a high rate of interest, especially those who are less well off. Life is the journey hey! Andrew...xxx
The Pendulum
Seen there everywhere the existence of a pendulum; in shop, in temple, in church, in school, in bus and with care it is kept. But like a mad in the asylum it is kept in a clock. To search out its existence inside a cage like clock it m
rose
been drawing roses for a few days,the mind is a funny thing,almost like you keep expecting to smell them from the picture.
A Particle of Dust
In summer I saw it flying in the sky, jovial enough in vain vaunt. Inquired about its pride, I was answered: I AM PROUD OF MY FRIENDS. The sun gave it the light creating a chance to mix with friends like the wind that assisted it to reach