Another day
So the wind chill factor is -5 but I'll stay alive, this doorway is cold but I have cardboard boxes to fold, I can be ok, I can be alright, I know I'll get through another night, and tomorrow will be another day,,, and I hope, maybe better, somewher
Photo
The rains came As so often they do Filled with heavy monotony Landing where your footsteps Had gently crushed the grass You are no longer with us But the paths you trod On your life’s journey Still remain Always reminding us That once you
PROLUTION
“In the future, all parts of the body and brain,” the professor beamed at his rapt audience “will be replaceable.” “PROMAN will pursue his ever-adjustable programs forever. He will affix to and discard from his body, as required, all th
Ahmaud Arbery
Travis McMicheal sentenced to life no parole Gregory McMicheal: life no parole William Bryan: life w parole after 30yrs RIP Ahmaud.
See the Sea
Loss of freedom is the single most important fight we have today, this written in tears for all humanity suffering tyrannical control of their freedoms.
What I've Done
I wrote this one 4-19-2011 just by basically finger picking at some chords on the guitar, then I started writing and rearranging the sound.
Rain
Lost in The rain Nobody to blame Feeling ashamed You came and then you went I have nothing to give My heart is empty My tear face stained It's full of pain Alone I walk in the rain Searching for something That I'm missing What it
thought
thought
I dont know
not much to say
A September Day Tribute
Tribute to all those loss September 11, 2001
Christmas won't be Christmas
Just feeling kind of down this time of year, since I lost my husband. Wasn't sure I wanted to post it, but just had to get my feelings out..
early light
for my wife of 40 years that died on 30/4
Time
The clock chimes the hour Time ticks bye Seconds become minutes Minutes become that hour Time ticks bye slowly ticking bye time now gone now stolen one says good bye those minute now gone stolen they become Hours they become days Days becom
Lament for a C/S Poetess.
This is written in memory of Christina.... ( Pseudonym Odette67), a C/S Poetess who graced this corner for years with special poetry and honest critique. She lived in the beautiful Lake District in Cumbria, England and passed away earlier this year. Her favourite poetry form was a Sonnet so this one is for you Dear Christina. Sleep soundly with the Angels..we'll see you on the other side. Mick.x
Song CCCXXIX
Translation from the Russian language edition of Petrarch’s “Song Book”, Song CCCXXIX On April 6, 1327, after Petrarch gave up his vocation as a priest, the sight of a woman called Laura in the church of Sainte-Claire d’Avignon awoke in him a lasting passion, celebrated in the collection of 366 poems “Canzoniere” ("Song Book"). Laura may have been Laura de Noves the wife of Count Hugues de Sade (an ancestor of the Marquis de Sade). There is little definite information in Petrarch's work concerning Laura, except that she is lovely to look at, fair-haired, with a modest, dignified bearing. Laura and Petrarch had little or no personal contact. According to his "Secretum", she refused him for the very proper reason that she was already married to another man. He channeled his feelings into love poems. Upon her death in 1348, the poet found that his grief was as difficult to live with as was his former despair. Later in his "Letter to Posterity", Petrarch wrote: "In my younger days I struggled constantly with an overwhelming but pure love affair – my only one, and I would have struggled with it longer had not premature death, bitter but salutary for me, extinguished the cooling flames. I certainly wish I could say that I have always been entirely free from desires of the flesh, but I would be lying if I did".
Death's Opus
Here, On the other side of the page where lost days go, where lost poems go, where forgotten dreams are breaking up like morning fog. Go..... Go..... Go..... I am preparing myself for death. I am teaching myself emptiness; the gambler
YES
My belated mom was a very special to me ... whatever she did, however she reacted with my attitudes, why she did this and that, oftenly ... I can't figure it out ... BUT at last I know that she did it because she LOVES me! And this poem is for you BUNDA ... I know I'm not good to make this ... but I know that THERE IN YOUR NEW HOME ... you love this!! Memories of you will always with me.
Dogs
Watching Eight Below which about sled dogs who help rescue a scientist and then their care giver goes back to rescue them in Antarctica.
Serenity
This poem is about losing someone dear to your heart and finding the strength in the little that is salvaged,,, and the light that shines way after your loved ones are gone,
Rush Limbaugh
Rush has a good song on Obama called Barack O Claus is Coming To Town by Paul Shanklin
ANGEL CAFE
September 2020: It has been 3 years since you left Poetry Corner for eternity in Heaven with our Lord and Savior. We miss you dearly Cafe. Date you entered Heaven Sept. 17, 2017: Love to Cafe Jim - we will miss you dearly
Knight Rules
This poem was inspired by the poetic life of Café Jim (cafetwo2010) and godsprincess' ANGEL CAFE tribute to him. Sir Thomas Lemuel Hawke of Cornwall’s twenty rules to govern Knights, written in 1483, gives one reason to consider how much one has to invest in this life.
A FRIEND HAS DIED
In remembrance of Doloris O'riordan
Poppy
Poppy's lined in rows Thier petals flutter in the light winds they flutter in the silent breeze Thier red petals glow Remember them the fallen now remember them Lives given the pals the friends the sons taken away now the fallen Soul
Just.......Mick
This is not my attempt at a poem....just s few simple word's I felt I had to put on paper...to acknowledge the untimely passing away of a dear friend in the last few day's. TM
Desire of a Flower
I wrote this a few years after my wife died back in the late 90's. The words speak for themselves.
Dog Days Are Over
For Mitsy x
WATER, WIND AND ASH
I think of then as I force this pen Into empty words of current ken Of mice and men And scores and ten The man was a boy when he woke and cried And I recall the night When tiny arms lifted for rushing h
RETURN OF YESTERDAY
Well - this poem could really relate to what is going on right now in the world. Many are losing loved ones to the COVID-19! Prayers for all dealing with this Monster Virus worldwide. A little revision today 3/13/20 After 11 1/2 years passing of my Mom - grief can still catch me at times unexpectedly.
Broken pieces
Long ago I Fell In love with you Never did I think You would leave me My heart is bruised and broken Everyone says get over you And Move on I've tried these tired feet don't want to walk the street My hands hurt from praying My he
Dad Died Yesterday
This is about my dad who I miss a lot.
The Journey
Some literary and mythic allusions in this one. When Theseus destroyed the Minotaur he returned to Athens by ship. The signal was that if he had white sails he was successful, black sails unsuccessful. Unfortunately he forgot to lower the black sail and his father Aegeus thinking his son was dead, jumped into the sea and killed himself. Hence the sea off Athens is known as the Aegean.
GENEVIEVE
i wrote this for my baby genevieve, who i call genna.yesterday, she was run over by a real sicko. and she was walking on the white line.i never had a chance to say goodbye so i"ll say it now,farewell my little girl
Watch
It was all me and my true love and now she has gone.
08/16/18
** I will She'd my tears for you, I will hold on to each and every precious moment we've shared! In My Heart You will always Live! This is not "Goodbye", Just a "See Ya Again Sometime" I will Be Strong and Carry On, So that I May carry You with Me
You again
When he didnt say goodbye
Going Under
Even in death... you still hold on
Wading the Waters of Lethe
Little is noticed, less remembered. Not completely written down, and cut at the templates. What is not burned is wholly lost but for the mention in another's fragment, which is edited in the compilation and lied about in the quotation.
The Parade
I have been to three parades so far this year. I may see three more this year yet.
A Reminder (Pain never says goodbye)
seeing the turmoil my mum is facing, the impending doom she is feeling, lost and a neglected woman, I can't pacify nor console her. . . she's going to a welfare home, for her its as good as going to her own burial. and I can't say a damm thing http://www.connectingsingles.com/blog_60308_1/sealed_in_stone_a_bloody_reminder_to_me.htm
The Darkest Rose
Such is an emptiness now found in the New England woods this time of year. Visting the grave of my mother, this sonnet is very darkly reflective of my suffering a deep loss, followed by a timeless bitter mourning from a death so deeply personal. Perhaps only in our dreams can such sadness be balanced by the celebration of another happier time in life and also with the hope of her eternal love.
City Reality
Busy day in a busy city and it just came to me.