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 ..........
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silent sob & screams
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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
Parting Thoughts
I wrote this poem as words of comfort for the grieving.
My Friend Gone But Not Forgotten
This poem is about a friend of mine who was in so much pain...pain no one discerned. She must have felt so hopeless.
Ode to Davina
This is a Fond Rememberance of my dear Mother Davina Yvonne who died at home on April 13, 1998. Aged 76 years. Davina the loving Mother of Susan, Carol and Tom.
The execution
Wow! I had to check outside my bedroom window to make sure the cops weren't coming for me! And don't any of you ladies start acting up or you'll get the same thing. Lol. But we do grant you one last meal of your choosing, if you're slated for execution. So what will it be? Chili dog, caviar, Mac & cheese, or buttered biskets served with Cafe tea? ps.. Can I have your stereo and coin collection? Just asking. Lol.
Rain Forest
Helter-Skelter Tropical Storm Lost Shelter
to Steve
December 14th, Wednesday, 2016, I found my roommate dead on the living room couch. He was my buddy. He took a morphine overdose. His name is Steve Smith. He was in a bad motorcycle accident some years back which messed him up badly. He showed up at our place with nothing more than a trash bag full of clothes and a cell phone. I never keep my bedroom door locked so these guys down on their luck would be forever knocking on my door. I'm a magnet for the down trodden, and I'd make Steve coffee every morning as we watched the morning news. He snored loudly every night usually waking me up. He was snoring like that at 11:00 Tuesday night. Next morning I came downstairs and another roommate had already called 911. I asked, "What's going on?" "He's dead replied my roommate."
never sets free
dead deaf blind moles stagnating in murky holes shadows slinking in light's blinking a sounded tear lost in wailing memory never sets free fate's capricious decree never draw near light shadows cannot live in lit up- bright die if it
Time of reflection - Death of a Innocent
It's not from me It just has to go around the world ...
Timp Trecator (Fleeting Time)
My cat passed away and I wanted to remember her.
Homecoming (In memory of my dad)
In loving memory of my father Kendrick Sharpe. Missionary, pastor of Antioch Missionary Baptist church. Who passed on the 11th day of June 2017, one day shy of his 53rd wedding anniversary. Love and miss u dad. Proud to be your son!
For my Late Great Mate Bob
* A Sydney suburb. ** A dear old mate of mine Robert (Bob) died in hospital, about a week ago; and I wrote this poem, as a tribute to him. "Where ever you are, old mate - take care".
A Starry Night
There's nothing much to say it sorta went this way I looked at a picture that has become a fixter in a museum far far away.
Vanity
It talks about inevitability of death and old age
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
Dog Days Are Over
For Mitsy x
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
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.
One more loss
another painful loss We lost our dog right before the new year . I hope he feels better and calmer THERE
I dont know
not much to say
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
Farewell but not Goodbye
My final words for my mother which will forever endure as the written word remains long after we do
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?
The Vanishing
the poetry is part of my book called " the souls capturing city " it was originaly writen in Romanian, but i have translated it with the help an AI hopw that you will like it
In the paradise of my thoughts
Originaly writen in Romanian word, but translated with the help o AI, i hope you will like it, thank you for your time
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.
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.
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!
Walking Shadow
To quote the Bard: "Life is a walking shadow." Recent events have inspired me on this one.
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
A wonderful walk with Cafe
Our beautiful friend. He and others know. xx
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one of 1000 faces, of reality
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
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
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.
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
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.
Goodbye to Aida
A good friend of a very dear person to me passed yesterday. She was only 50. May she Rest In Peace.