A walk after the rain
After rain birds - suicides flow straight under the wheels of cars After rain green trees are greener and the smell of grass breaks in in the nostrils. After rain comes first silence after a while sing various sonatas. After rain I'
light horse
tribute to ozzie light horse from a355074 retired
Bonfire
All the emotions felt staring into a beach fire.
never regret the treachery of time
It is a vertical poem composed by Imam Al-Shafi’i, who is Abu Abdullah Muhammad bin Idris Al-Shafi’i. Among the most prominent topics covered in the poem are the following: the fluctuations of conditions for people in time, as there is no regret about that. The fluctuation of circumstances does not change the status and value of people. He mentioned some examples of the treachery of time, such as the ignorant sleeping on silk, while the learned sleeps on dirt. The poet's emphasis is that time has nothing to do with what happens, and it is wrong to criticize it, but the matter is up to human action. The call to be satisfied with destiny and destiny, and not to be afraid, as nothing remains as it is. The call to display the qualities of manhood and morals, and no matter how bad a person has qualities, he must cover them up with generosity and giving. The call not to gloat over enemies, or ask for a favor from a miser. Sustenance is written and destined, and calls for contentment and contentment. The inevitability of death....Written about 1200 years ago Written by Imam Al-Shafi’i, translated by artificial intelligence Birth: 150 AH / 767 AD Gaza, Palestine, the Levant, Abbasid Empire Death on the last night of Rajab 204 AH/820 AD Egypt, The Abbasid Empire Burial Place Imam Shafi’i Dome Landmarks Imam Shafi’i Mosque Nickname Abu Abdullah Title Renewed Imam, scholar of the era, champion of hadith, imam of Quraysh, jurist of the faith Religion Islam Children Abu Uthman, Abu Al-Hasan, Fatima, and Zainbal Father Idris bin Al-Abbas bin Uthman bin Shafi’ bin Al-Sa’ib bin Ubaid bin Abd Yazid bin Hashim bin Al-Muttalib bin Abd Manaf
WORDS
WORDS
in my dreams
it kinda makes me nervous friend
even when your gone carry on
your fantastic
Miner's Soul
In memory of miners and their families still struggling to make it. Love you.
Love
Is waiting for morning and night and safe sleep waiting for steps and knocking on the door waiting for touch and screaming fulfillment waiting for joys and sorrows and discussions until dawn waiting for the end of
Vanity's Dream
There - mine self - it stands alone Let it be - it sulks - let it Weep Again - that force - some brewery of hate Churns and Burns - where Nerves were cool Then silence breaks - from Voice - a drone As resentment lurks for Nausea to Creep Wherei
One Dwarven Morn'
Who upon thine word be bidding Oh who upon thine word be do A laughing truffles gammets lot Or wood behoove you the word that do I am grumpy nothings wrong everythings bad I hate that song Go to talk to Sleepy hes okay I stammered I went I
Bengawan Solo
I like the Indonasian song with the title "Bengawan Solo" very much.This song is translated into many foreign languages,,so I tried to translate the song according to the Japanse version,into English,,I do hope some singers will sing this song..(Satoshi Okano) 18July 2020
WORDS YOU SAID
Words you said
Songs I Love From 1985
As we end another year I was thinking back to some good songs from the past. My favorite from George Michael who passed away on Christmas this year was Careless Whisper which was the number one song for 1985. We lost David Bowie, Prince, and Carrie Fisher this year. I looked at the songs from the last few years and I have nothing to take from 2016 to add to my music collection. Happy by Pharrell Williams was the last song I liked, and that was two and a half years ago in 2014.
Did they tell you?
When we remember the separation of our loved ones after their death
I blink my eyes and wish to see you
The old school way of love
He aprendido
Se trata de los valores perdidos en nuestra sociedad y mas por el respeto.Me sentía inerme al ver la degradación de nuestra raza o como somos como seres humanos
He aprendido
Se trata de los valores perdidos en nuestra sociedad y mas por el respeto.Me sentía inerme al ver la degradación de nuestra raza o como somos como seres humanos
The Quotes Garden - Beginning
The Quotes Garden Part I – Beginning Here it is!.. My famous place, From all the gardens I created, along time... There’re plates, behind each alley I would miss.. In case my dreams, one day, before I die, Will tear apart...
Leaping Frogs
So you become the added poem To reach the stilted maneuvered created crafted sway of paths that can only leave a non reason to full or drill down to your words what crap you do sigh light the world of task that leaves no flex of joy y
Hippie Me By Paul David Powers
People spend all their lives trying to run away from who and what they are. Just to find in the end that what they were is WHO they are as a person! I am a 60's hippie not with the long hair like I once had, but in spirit! And the woman I seek for this last journey is a Free Spirit Hippie Chick! If I have to give a definition of what a chick is outside of the bird reference, you're not going to understand. I think that the word today is simplicity! If you understand that are lives regional and not overseas. Contact me! Paul 240-522-6793
The Alternative Ending - Part One
This is a tribute to a writer friend who recently passed away from the big C, he led an interesting life where much of it was as a hobo and drug addict. I read much of what Rain wrote, and I was always amazed that he was still going strong, though strong is probably not the right word, but he was certainly still going. Charlie is my own invention, someone who spent his life as a no good bum, and had a tragic lonely demise. The sort of demise that Rain must have expected in his early days, his alternative ending. Unlike Charlie, Rain redeemed himself, met someone special, and lived his final days as a loved and respected writer. RIP.
The Alternative Ending - Part Two
This is a tribute to a writer friend who recently passed away from the big C, he led an interesting life where much of it was as a hobo and drug addict. I read much of what Rain wrote, and I was always amazed that he was still going strong, though strong is probably not the right word, but he was certainly still going. Charlie is my own invention, someone who spent his life as a no good bum, and had a tragic lonely demise. The sort of demise that Rain must have expected in his early days, his alternative ending. Unlike Charlie, Rain redeemed himself, met someone special, and lived his final days as a loved and respected writer. RIP.
honestly...
im a poor educated man
Past
I am always alone looking in from the outside Do not really belong to this world that’s around I belong to the times and the lives of my past My bones are buried in so many graves I walked throughout history and the times of yore The savagery of
Lieasure Time
felt relaxed one of favorite things to do
All That Wonderful Music
I have been reading The Billboard Book of Top 40 Hits. It had every song from 1955 to 2000 that made it into the top 40 count down. When I was growing up in the 80's I would listen to Casey Kasem and Rick Dees count down the songs. I got a lot of good music from listening to the radio on Sunday afternoons. They still have the Rick Dees on 106.1 on Sunday from 7 to 11 am. The last part of this poem is from the Carpenters.
Everything Said Hopeless
Not beautiful, it wasn't that. Alive, unbarren as a childheavy woman, She could unscar me if I was loose. I was the good but dangerous student. I wore a smashed look for the whole semester. Everything said hopeless, which glued her. The lea
The Ride
This poem is about a night leaving Tijuana, Mexico. My friend and I had parked on the American side and walked over in the 90's you could do that. On our way out she dared me to ride on a mechanical bull that was near where we exited. This was the experience from that ride. It is part of a collection of poetry that has been turned into a novel I'm looking forward to having published very soon.
Pulsatilla (Homeopathy & Flower Remedies)
Missing Manitoba Xmas Season Craving yakisoba
GRASP A MOMENT
on quiet times we remember......
Meager Reason ND
An anagramic melody...because you made such an incredible impression on me.
the model
Porcelain skin Smooth to touch You stand on high for all to see Figure 10 Features less face hidden You look from monuments high On folk below No one knows who you are Your past hidden future unknown drapped in your best For all to
The Gong Show
This is my favorite show so far this year. It dates back to the 70's and I watched it back then too, though I only remember the Unknown Comic.
Emily Youcis
I first saw her on Steven Colbert back last year when she got fired for her poliitcal views. She was a nut vendor at the Phillies games in Philadelphia.
Back In My Day
Just thinking back to when I was younger. It has been 37 years since those days and I guess each time period has its pluses and minuses. My big minus is going to work. My big minus back then was going to school.
PERSONAL HORIZONS
Dance was my life, and still I dabble, but somewhere the burning passion that consumed was lost, and that is progression.....on a different life course....
PARADISE
I wrote this poem when I was a teenager, one of the thousands I wrote lol
Im just a woman
we all have a dark side. just dont let it take the lead
My Ship Ain't Come In Yet
This is another poem inspired by my Uncle, even up until his death he often spoke of approaching death as a ship. Although he never spoke of it others in the family hinted that memories of a voyage aboard a slave ship was at it's root. I only know that he could not read nor write, was of undetermined age, and was one of the most amazing, unusual, and influential people I've ever known.
JUST SAYING III
12/09/17 Just saying...
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A silent sob