Red Robin
Red Robin is a good resturant, just got unlucky with the donuts, and the Packers later that night.
A Schoolboy's Dream (circa 1984)
* Upper Blue Mountains townships (they were back then); really just outer suburbs, of Sydney, now.
As a matter of fact
* " Such is life".......So said Ned Kelly - (famous Australian Bush Ranger)
Carla - "Free Spins"
* The popular dating website. ** An outer South West Sydney suburb. *** An outer South West Sydney (semi rural) suburb. **** TAB (Totalisator Agency Board) betting shop. ***** Winx - very famous Australian racehorse. ****** Trainer of Winx ******* Poker Machines ^ Just sticking up for the trots (harness races). I would never run down Winx, who is undeniably the World's Best Racehorse. (What I mean, in the context of this poem, is that Winx is just so incredibly good, that she always starts at short odds; and is therefore not a viable betting proposition). (Comment added 5/11/18). © lovecanbereal All rights reserved
City Reflections (For Megan)
When we were young and reckless Our hearts tripped Across broken midnight And stolen gold. Walking in the city Late one night I saw traffic light reflections On wet cobblestones. The neon and hot amber Of the summer's night Rain-slicked
Cupcakes
I went to Fennimore, Wisconsin for garage sales and found a nice bakery.
i want to go home
just feeling it
JUST SAYING III
12/09/17 Just saying...
Am I dreaming
Things that make you go hummm
RENDERED SPEECHLESS
Some truth along with wishful thinking 2008/14/11 rearranged 08/29/21
Winter Evening
Just sweet & sad thoughts of home fill my mind as I sit alone looking out of the window,watching the few sparrows braving the cold ( past their bed time ) to eat the crumbs.
Dressed in White..
Depicting Winter snow as a new bride....Just letting my imagination roam freely. Christmas is a time for family and fond memories.
E.M.Forster's poem
It describes how we should be ready to encounter problems in life and surpass them.
Coils of wire
This is not these day and not these night not these birds yours sat on the knit of the moon they sing a lullaby or they fall silent in the dark. Not this time and season rain will not make icicles and icicles will not flow downstream on hot s
Days
There are days when you cry though not a single tear does not run down the cheek. There are words that are born in bitterness, though they will never be said. There are moments of great loneliness although it is full of people. There are
Bonfire
All the emotions felt staring into a beach fire.
Glove
The author is a remarkable Russian symbolist poet of the beginning of the 20th century Nikolai Gumiliov. In 1921 he was shot by the revolutionary government on the charge of taking part in a counterrevolutionary plot. But in reality he died due to refusal to divulge information about the plot. His wife – an outstanding Russian poet Anna Akhmatova - wrote in despair: My husband's in grave, My son is in cell, I plead you to pray for me, pray.
Train to now where
The wheels turn the noise echos on the tracks voices heard chit a chat music loud deafens ones ears One longs for peace and solitude Destination known One travels to destinations end where one goes one is unknown till one arrives
RE: Moving...
good one snap i have moved that many times to not for love lost but that i get bored when moving i make new friends and new hobbies etc....
RE: my submission...
Appreciate your comment ru thanks!!!...
RE: SG's ....challenge
wow! free flowing of words would you like your poem to be credited to you?...
RE: Legacy Of Rodeo
It's "Go Texans Day" ...so I say...perfect timing!!! I'm looking forward to the Rodeo this month...and your poem is getting me into the right spirit!! Thanks...
RE: Innocent Flirtation
masterfully written...seemingly truth of secrets written plainly in truth. very nice work....
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