the fall from grace
When CS becomes too real
The Smell of Death
The smell of the lake in late fall.....when the waters turn cold...is very putrid.....as many organisms die....and decay before the ice comes...
The Last Call
Behind the black curtain She sits in a chair Waiting for her name to be called As she sits and waits night time falls the halls have been cleared the walls all bare How long has it been Since somebody has been here Her once beautiful
Mirage
It happened to me few days ago while keeping in hand a frosty glass of wine...a real feeling my father was near me....................................................
Transitions
My father died on May 30th, 1990 while I was still in my teens yet I wrote this in 2004 or 2005 when I worked on Cruise ships and inspired to write. In the past, I had a tendency to bury difficult things until I was ready to consciuosly process it through writing...a hobby I wish I had pursued with more passion. Anyways, I thought I'd post it here to mark the occasion.... It is the first time I am posting something this private in a public forum. I'm not sure what category or style this will fit into but I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Thank You.
SITTING IN MY DECKCHAIR (2)
I viewed the world's life With my own, with untold strife Full of joys and pain both We are in unison, betrothed Neither could put wrongs right So we sit and ponder into the night We can't go our separate ways So here we sit
Kiwi Loss
Written in sympathy for the 50 who were mercilessly gunned down and for their friends, families and fellow New Zealanders who suffer these overwhelming losses. Such terrorist acts are an attack against all who hold peace and each other within loving hearts. May our communities find or construct avenues to reclaim civility and health.
HAUNTING SEARCH
Different to the types of subjects I normally write about. Up late one night ...
My Dog
I made order in the attic and found my dog's collar. It still has her smell...i started to cry realising how much i was missing her....so that poem came to me. And like usually Robert thanks for your corrections
PRAYER TO THE GRAVE
I wrote this after my girlfriend died some years ago. i went through a bad stage in my life after it for a while. steve
THE FIELD
This was ghost written one night ,I've never been in a war but whoever wrote this through me has . I awoke and was compelled to write it which took 5 minutes in the morning not a word was changed .So i leave it to you to believe or not !!
Lost souls
In body and soul You where here Taken from us Now your gone Are tears flowed Hearts broken I carried your box to heavens gate The doors opened they let you in Are kind dear mother Now your gone We carry you in are hearts And are s
humanity, we're losing it
a poem I just thought of, amidst the heinous acts committed in Paris Thanks all for your read.
Do Not Weep
Bugger!! I have gone!
Goodbye to Aida
A good friend of a very dear person to me passed yesterday. She was only 50. May she Rest In Peace.
ALL DIE YOUNG
King Solomon had everything a person could desire, including wisdom. He declared all to be, "...vanity, a grasping for the wind." So live your life in contentment and joy. Die in peace knowing all your labor in life, all your material possessions and wealth are worth less than piss on a paupers' grave.
Just Thinking
Pure and natural food for thought
Loss
Written in surreal remembrance to my late mother on a cold and wet April morning in the New England countryside.
MOM
Written months after her passing and the loss will always linger! 2009 Tweaked and added 2 lines on 9/17/17 and (Mother's Day) 5/13/18 redo 3/30/22
Our daughters wedding day
I sit here as the tears stream down my face In two weeks our baby girl will take on a husband You won’t be here I know you will be watching with pride why did you have to go and die Our daughter will dance with our son Our son will be the
Hill of stones
Written as a woman who has lost her male lover - I wondered if I could write a sad poem, hmmm handkerchief please, never again!
On Reflection
I wrote this poem in a particularly painful period in my life. I hadn't paid much attention to myself for many years and one day I just looked in the mirror and this poem sprung to my mind
The Day of Infamy
Lest we forget this day of infamy
Undying love
Know who you love and who you love..let them know!
58 danube 3135
one of 1000 faces, of reality
Schizophrenia. ( Owed To Tom.)
A good friend's life. lost, to a world of Schizophrenia.
A wonderful walk with Cafe
Our beautiful friend. He and others know. xx
The Divine Miss Amphlett
Just like to pay tribute to Chrissie Amphlett who passed away the other day .........She shone a light in my life .......and brought a lot of joy to lot of people ...........R.I.P
Walking Shadow
To quote the Bard: "Life is a walking shadow." Recent events have inspired me on this one.
RIP: To Cafétwo2010 with Love
Though I only come here now and then and have lost touch with many of you for the years I have been away;times like this brings us together!. I just got back from NZ and Hawaii and Nu told me our Cafe Jim has passed away! I knew my husband won't joke about death but somehow it just wouldn't sink in. Jim embodied this corner; I see him as one of the main pillars of this platform. He was a constant presence and source of encouragement to many of us. As much as I avoid coming here now;his passing brings back memories of the days when I spent a lot of time here pouring my hurt and pain and the people who accepted and made me feel at home. This corner gave me a second home and poets like Cafe made me feel safe and welcomed! I wrote my tribute to Cafe the way I see him; how he was able to reach out to everyone and what he stands for. he maybe physically gone but his presence in many of us will live on! Just like many of you hope; may his family consider publishing his writing. I apologize to those good poet friends I failed to mention in here; I had to write this in between chores and mentioned names as they popped out in my head at the moment. I think Jim and I probably joined PC about the same time...he may have been just a tad earlier...so surely he will live a big void in here and to all the poets he has connected and whose lives he has touched! Rest in Peace dear friend and poet!
Ships in the Night (To Cafe)
For the years that I've been on here, I have crossed swords with some and had agreeable chats with others. Jim was certainly of the latter. He wrote from the heart and I suspect typified that honest American, no nonsense ideal. He was the genuine article. You could see that from his poetry. I'm saddened to hear that he is no longer with us. We all tread that tightrope. Fond memories dear Cafe.
SINGLE
SINGLE… Single to hold single to write single to live ,single to type single to eat to sleep to bear to wake up alone with whom to share? Single to breath single to scare single to carry,single to bed And single moment of despair has single e
Regrets and Gratitude
Went on a poetry- writing hiatus for over 2 years so feeling like a stranger to both poetry writing and the poets in the corner now. I hope there are still poets here of my days...it would be nice to hear from you all again. Our furry friend was put down this weekend due to his failing health. I didn't think his passing away will move me as much as it did. Nothing much has stirred me in the past three years that's enough to help me find the courage to try writing again.
No More..........
For my old mate " Buck " a beautiful big boof headed red English Staffy ..........
'Farewell Cafe'
Thought I'd throw in one with a twist..
Miss you
I woke up in tears Theres no way your gonna walk down those stairs Doesn't matter how many prayers I pray Your're in a place where there's no pain I cry so hard that Every part of my body hurts I miss you so much
What is our hope?
What is the hope of man if his years be only 100 Why does he dance with cymbol and tamberine for a life that will fade like the grass He opens his eyes at birth and closes them knowing only the decay of his flesh Why does he sacrifice his l
Save Your Last Tear For Me
I can't share why I wrote this. Very personal.
In the name of
I have changed the title as I felt it did not suit the poem and also the last 3 lines,, it fits much better now!
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create poem I'm always up for that what may I lie to? what may I speak in a no one she can not speak so forever more I write what may I speak to life is not funny life is obscene to take anyone that was what it meaned go and kill your yard
5 - danube 3135
silent sob & screams
C.B. Bringer of Sorrow
On that day of birth, after the death of your friend, you stop it all, as you maketh your end. Left in your wake, you leave six and one, a bringer of sorrow, now hero to none, a father and husband, a life rendered undone. Too scared to face de