Broken Lanterns in the Moonlight.
A random thought while walking through the woods one night...put it on the shelf and perhaps oneday more will come of it.
Death of my Fiance
The pendulum swings....... both ways....equally as far. And so the heights my heart once knew, now too, must know it’s sorrows. And though I hold no fault with its ensuing arc I wish that I could alter the stubbornness,
Death ' 101 '
I have read this poem many times since putting it to paper. Each time it brings me peace.
broken down yet travelling
saw a man wizened gray hairs askew skinny clothes leather jacket and skin carrying his most prized possession a carton of cigarettes sometimes life is reduced to the basics see a woman in the mirror middleaged child face circles sunken like
Hear the Rain Slant?
I am amongst the woods. Naked. The trees sway somberly in the moonlight as night unfurls. The crisp air fingers my vertebrae like a harp - arpeggiare. Nature is here. Without streetlamps. Without automobiles. Without radio. Without televisi
Piece Of Mind
It was 12-4-92 when I wrote this. Being towards very much more songwriter than poet, I started out loosely with this and it all took form. Odd as it seems, it was at the end of the Gulf War; yet, perhaps, it fits most best as of now?
more of "free cee's" insightmost of u lack
HE ONCE GAVE MY YOUNG SON A PUPPET SHOW WITH ONE RAW CHICKEN ON EACH HAND, THAT WAS ALAN, AND ALAN WAS, FOR SURE, ALAN.
Cry Me A River
Not really a poem, actually lyrics to a song i wrote but thought i'd share them. Not about any particular event, just about sorrow and loss albeit though death or seperation or anything else that drags you down. Comments appreciated, thanks.
Loosing my Jesse
I lost the love of my life two years ago come august 30th, I have not been able to get my barrings since I lost him and it's been very hard for me.I am trying very hard to be a great mom and appear fine but it's hard.I am not complaining about my life because I am very lucky I have a beautiful daughter, a great home, and I have had great love for and from wonderful people. I was very fortunate in many ways. When I lost Jesse it was like a bomb went off and we had no warning he was 31 and he had a massive heart attack and it was so sudden. Just a thursday afternoon.... Anyway it was hard and for anyone who has lost a loved one I am sorry for your loss, it's hard I know. It's the small things that get me through thinking of his laugh and the things we enjoyed doing together, watching him watch our daughter.Hold onto the good memories and let the bad one's go. Here's to you Jesse Ray I love you!
which path will i take
Into these poems I put my thoughts My feelings The why life has led me on Should I go this way or the other path way Which is best the left or the right path way My future I do not know what is instore only the future will no I know my pa
loss/death
life is a winding path to trace years filling memory's with peoples face see where they have fallen in places by the wish to linger in loves graces as if one last time to embrace that which we can not replace yet unto the center you must brac
Mankind's Folly's
the dark side of humans
grannies war
Giant hearts Pull on strings Movement Gained Small steps Balance on tip toes She strides with unsteady feet Aged old granny sleeps Tommorow She wakes A story she will tell Of first world war destruction Her story she will tell Of
If I could
Never take things for granted.
crossed roads
i don't know if this is done in other countries or continents, but it always touches me here in America.
Different eyes tell Different lies
35 years of a Guerrilla war ended three months ago. Millions of people died.. and it was sheer horror growing up with a death threat lurking in every corner for all your life. Written for the politician and the war mongers
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
TILL WE MEET AGAIN
You were there when my first tear fell You held me and I knew you’d always be there When I took my first step You caught me I said my first word Your joyful smile filled your eyes Everyone knew my first word I learned the world’s ways I
A Sonnet to a young wife laid to rest.
More than fifty years ago, whilst visiting the Louvre in Paris, I was emotional attracted to a painting of a young man laying his young wife in her grave, the very fact that the painting was in the Louvre merited the title of masterpiece, all the facets of emotion came pouring out of the canvas which has stayed with me ever since. So I share the emotion with you, albeit the words may be inadequate.
Heaven
My cousin just lost her husband cos of cancer after they live together for 15 year. And I wrote this for her (my cousin)
A poem for Robin Williams
A Poem for Robin Williams Robin you always made me Laugh and cry at the same time I laughed so hard sometimes my sides ached and tears ran You gave me everything and more, while always wanting more I cry now because youve gone and left a painfu
Goodbye my friend
This poem is dedicated to dear friends who have pasted away. We shared collecting North American Native fishes Focused on our first experiences collecting the Rainbow Shiner (notropus crosomus)
Blindfold
Just what I am feeling tonight...
"...AND AS I LAY DYING" 5/17/2014
This song is on the album i call "DARK INTIMACY" another one of my epic concept album about Dark Desires & Dark Passions.... for abstract s*xual apitites of sinful delight... hope u enjoy this one... its about me dying... its the 1st song uppn the album...
WHY AM I HERE?
They say that time heals all wombs, but I dont really think so. Because it has been years since I lost my mommy and my only child, my son, and the pain that I yet feel, is still as fresh as it was in 1987 (my mom),...and 2002 (my son ).They carried a piece of my heart with them! I was very close to my mom and my son. May they both R.I.P.I love you both! Miss you too!
never die
Do I want to live for ever Never to grow old To stay young and slim Never to be old Days will be endless What would I do Get married as you grow old And out live you A constant companion I would want To fill my long lonly days Of
das boat
On the ocean the preditor waits Her iron skined hull Waiting for her pray Eight or more fish waiting for her tubes Her torpedoos active and waiting Waiting for the order from the obersumfureher capitain Her killing fish waiting to kill
Swim
A late night musing. That's become my new source.
For What It's Worth
Challenged to write a poem with that as a theme ...For What It's Worth
Fish out of Water
You went and left with another guy, glitter and fade into a starless sky. I spend my days with just your ghost, a parasite for which I’m the host. I miss the smell of the salty sea, miss the sway of a tall palm tree, miss the
No Matter When
My father died when I was an infant and as an adult I have only allowed myself to think about the loss once a year on the anniversary of his death. This is what I felt on the 50th one.
Beauty
My grandmother died my sophmore year in high school. I wrote this poem very shortly after passed.
ILLUMINATING
Soul Bleed another past spell
Old River Ran Red
Fort Pillow Massacre © Copyright, bigcadillac
Cardinal Sacrifice
I was trying to see these events with his eyes, Icarus, the son of Daedalus. His father seemed supremely arrogant to me and strangely careless of his son. What is there was so much more to the story... http://www.goingfaster.com/icarus/icaruslegend.html
CAUGHT BETWEEN A KNOCK AND A HARD FACE by ~free!~
ACTUALLY I BEGAN ASKING THAT LAST QUESTION FOR AT LEAST TEN YEARS...THE WAY I ALSO WANT TO KNOW WHAT A PERSON WHO WAS BORN BLIND DREAMS ABOUT?
Something Stirring (villanelle)
As night descends, casting darkness all is silent and so very still waiting, listening, and breathless Into the dark of nights coldness do you feel it, that stone cold chill as night descends, casting darkness The cold seeping chilling den
Somewhere after the war in Syria
You were feeling a little tiresome that Saturday afternoon, you're husband suggested a lie down would do you good, joining you with the papers he sat up reading propped up with pillows, while you dozed gently into the feathered down. Someti
The inky grey
slice of life
So Sad
Another war on news Death stalking from the sky Oblivious bombs go buzzing bye Another lost soul A mother must console Her son was not to keep
The past
When we look to the past we say To all my enemies, you will pay When we look to the past we feel Never ending rotation, An infinate wheel A life in the past will only gain Joy, happiness, veneered with pain Although my past I cannot chang
A Birthday Wish
I wrote this for my sons birthday, he was killed in a car accident 7yrs ago