All The World's A Stage
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And
Blackened Night
Winter rush of raven’s wings whisper dream omens long nights.... Hot wind breath of demons sickly sweet restless dreams, chilly nights worry... Sharp edge dry fears cold in late lamplight frayed
Destryer II
its about how man-kind is destroying the planet, and why/how they should look around and see what they're doing to the poor earth.
Destryoer 3
same reason as my other poem "Destryoer II". This was the 3rd version.
A Womans Curse
Once a month, the reminder of emptiness so that you are tuned to your body’s harp strings, strung out on the harpsichord of all your nerves & hammered bloody blue as the crushed fingers of the pianist beaten by her jealous lover. Who was
Atear for Haughmand Hill
I wrote this poem because my friend The Wizzard of Shropshire, England wrote me of the destruction of such a place so regal simply for the use of it's stone I wondered how the Hill felt about the invasion of "The Earth Rippers." haughmand hill in England, near or in Shropshire was utilized for her stoen to build abbies and gravestones It tells of her revenge and sorrow leading to her payback
Leaf Grief
I wondered how a leaf felt when abreeze blew it off a tree in Fall and the tree, where the leaf lived a long time never came to it's defence "Extend a branch."Try and catch me" I wondered, watching the leaves fall from a tree in the Fall one year how did the leaf feel being tossed aside by the wind and the tree not coming to its defence I wondered, watching
goddess
On the parapit The figure of stone Her mortal form Set in fixed posse Elegant cold to thouch Those seductive curves fingers and seductive toes Cold to touch Partly clad Reviles her charm her parted Dress reveals her desire for mort
On a September Day as I sit
I just feel a little sad when summer end so I put my thoughts on to paper.
Berkshire gift
My Home The Berkshires Massachusetts USA
A SIGN OF THE TIMES.
I wonder why, we did not care enough to listen, we’ve been warned of fire and flood. We’ve witnessed starvation, and world depravation, and yet, we still stay smug We’ve knighted Sir Bob, gave a few there a job, and believed it was all we could
Blessings of Creation
If You Made The World And All Its Beauty Men Women And Children Wild Life it Would Certainly Not Be for Men To Ruin it feel Free To Right Your Comments, Joel
Dean Martin
..the end..
Einem alten Märchen (A Fairy Tale Of Old)
Snow you return to us again Schnee, du kommst wieder zu uns zurück winter's grip seems to retain Der Winter hält uns weiterhin im Griff like out of a fairy tale of old Wie aus einem alten Märchen a certain spirit sere and cold Ei
Empire Of The Ants
Another nature poem which I wrote on the 25th December 2013, many say that ants are like humans because they are the only other species that make war on each other, create underground cities and can become strong to keep law and order in their society.
Black Diamond
The story of coal often used for heating and it's expensive counterpart the beautiful and often precious diamond. Written 11th January 2014
"Real Life"
Word are your tools in life yes!. But not many people are saying how deep love can be or for that matter know how.
Visions In The Mist
As dawn breaks across the rugged land, vague shapes begin to blurrily appear. images of mythical creatures now seen briefly then brushed away they dissolve. Is it these images that give legends birth? the tales of Unicorns and dragons? The st
Lifting Veils
In the dead of night veils uplift on Mid Summer's Eve, still a time for a few live sacrifices, so tread warily. A time when briefly the gates of hell can open and unworldly things spew forth intent on evil. Mid Summer Night dreams can come to
wolf
my mind is like the sand on a beach can you pick up one grain of sand if you can please tell me how many grains of sand make up that beach now count all the beaches in the world, that's how my poetic mind creates a tale of a path if you dare follow by the tick of the clock
FLOW WITH CHANGE
LEARN TO OVERCOME DIFFICULTIES
iron man
Iron body Rough to touch Encrusted Cold Stands Motionless Clints at the waters edge As dancing waves Baths laps Its cast iron feet Motionless It waits For tides turn For once again he hides beneath The waters tide Unseen
Duel Nature Mind
I was told just as many where that a group of angels fell to earth burning themselves and blackening their souls. Us who who did not keep the circle intact. The nature of the sun is to shine brightly and usher in the day. Where as the moo
winter decends
From light of day Dusk desends From heat of sun The cold night air descends The warmth of day The chill of night Air tingle s The damp cold air holds one With chilled talens Sraths The bodies sences Desends the bodies core The e
AS SUMMER WAKES
those warm night when summer allows beach parties and get-together...
Air
Just a thought...
IMAGINE
.... If only! Truth and Imagination! twk...3/16/18
In Silence I Speak
In Silence I Speak My thoughts, like shifting snow of the mountains high, My mind, like the vast openness of space, My spirit, the rise and fall of the ocean tide, My soul, thirsty like the desert sand, My conscience, like a still pool
Texture of Nature...
I love texture... textiles to granite.....chocolate to cheese.....all excite.......my tactile strain....
no title (Rubaiyat)
not riches in gold like sultans crave but heart be pure and soul be brave shafts of arrows your thought engrave while laying petals on Omar's grave
Sounds!
wondered what the sound of peace would sound like.
Sunset Country or Lands to Sand
As a young boy I witnessed first hand, the degradation and the final result 57 years later.
Rain
Rain can't steal Anything from anyone As it doesn't know To come silent!
Siren (sonnet)
sweet as the song that the Siren sings a voice above the waves cast from world under as the grace of her voice so casually flings building notes with tempest and harmony in thunder where many a man been lured looking into briny wave with s
darkness knocks
To sit and drwell Sipping beer Refreshes as one sits relaxed One views the surounds The sounds around Birds echos calls Sound of water on the lake the gentle breeze To feel the heat of the once summers heat now a cool gentle breeze o
MARIJUANA
The words speak volumes no need to elaborate! Tweaked 9/6/17
Autumn Leaves
Time passes fast, But I am slow. Storms will approach with Different flow. Sometimes my tears are like the rain. They stop and start all over again, Like emotions in your mind, The same for women and for men. We all have feelings Deep withi
Memories
Where the shadows faded in the deepest places, Truth yet kept me flying just beneath the wind. Crossed my mind from inside, vanished sleeping phases, Sorry for my future, even if I've sinned.
Art of war IX
Touch your face. Eyes are making love. With a mind of their own. Fingers glide to your lips Limp, they ever so lightly, Brush that full pouting lower lip. Relaxed, it moves like A Force come over it. So light, all you could feel Was your li
It's plane to see...
i think ill make a song about this ......
AT ONE WITH NATURE....
an unspoilt bay in early morning.......rejuvenating and fresh
NATURE'S COST.
We have heard our recently NZ has experienced a succession of natural disasters......causing havoc for many....but it's not just NZ, as the world pays with rapid climate changes......