need to make trust...
who can forget that moment...?
Moonwalk
I will always remember this birthday!
Have I Told You How Much I Love You
The age of steam
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
A tale of two
it speaks for itself.......
The Mist
In the mist that rises from the ground. You can see a shadow. As the mist parts to let them through. All is quiet. As they seem to blend to one. There is something mystic. And it makes an eerie silent sound. The kind that makes your skin cra
Practical Irony
Yeah, This is not a poem. This was written about driving. I guess almost all of you have felt this. Driving fast in a lonely road all along at night with the stereo playing an easy tune.... and your mind goes NUMB..then all of a sudden it starts to run down things of your past that you thought you have forgotten !!!
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The British Isles
I’ve travelled all over England From Land’s End to Carlisle From Lowestoft to St Leonards and I’ve seen the dales and the Fylde I’ve been to the Isle of Wight, And Whitby has its charms I’ve lived and worked in Blackpool I’ve visited cities
treasures
no matter how ump-teen years of old there is in our lives the memories we gather along the way are what makes us whole
The Model
Draped in her bed sheet The model stands her modesty hidden From prying eyes Draping her body her Elegant curves Hidden but reavelling easing the eye of the beholder She lays Her forming curves Gently resting her torsoed body S
Grist to the Mill
towered sentries a hundred years old stood in silence as the troughed wheel continued it's stationary journey allowing only the stream to pass.... four seasons at a time.... occasional romance blossomed.... a squeak an grind from time to time from w
sunday morning 1965
Sunday morning 1965 Author: serpico12 (IMG]http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x373/bridger777/64609.jpg Sunday morning in the country hear the birds the dawn chorus sing breaks the silence of a new day wondering what the day will bring
Home thoughts from abroad.
A reflection of many years spent in the antique lands of Arabia, how much time and publicity we in the western world are subjected to the notion that they are all malevolent terrorists, which of course they are not, I'll leave it there before the political world explodes!!!!!!!!!!!
Prohibition
Don't really know what year it was, but it could have been 1924, and it rhymed... :D
Far too hot
one of my first ,not my best, still fond of it
Sometimes
Sometimes I sit and wonder about things that some may never think. Like where does the water go when it goes down the sink. I now know. It seems wondering helps one to grow. Sometimes I sit and day dream. About things that may never be. Picnic
Dream
Last night I dream about a dream about you Didn’t know how and why it had to be about you Last time I saw you was three years ago But still in my dreams you linger oh I asked myself all these questions “How did you happen?” “Where’d you come
My Thoughts
The quiet of the evening was settling. In the distance I could hear a radio playing an old song. It was the time of day when parents were readying children to bed. My thoughts seemed to suffocate me. Everything seemed so right, but for me so
Witchcraft Ghosts and Extra Terestrial
I enjoy visitors at my home Nobody would believe i have these typese of visitors However all is well Peace love and blessings to all
belly dance challenge
brunette hair intoxicates Sexy eyes she dances for him her gourges curves dance She girates her heavenly curves Intoxicating her heavenly charms she performs Her intoxicating charm Her belly dance Under her spell in the moment
The Wonderful Magnet
You will have to read this to understand the true meaning of..."The Wonderful Magnet". Written: 20th June 2013
My Hometown
Not long ago i had a chance to go to my hometown.The town where i grew up, and went to school, my first love, and first kiss. I thought I was so smart back then....... So many memories were made there. Mostly good but some bad also. But whil
if only
if only i threw my phone away
American Idol
I have been watching this show since it's beginning in 2002. I guess my real appeal to the show is seeing the bad singers get ripped by the judges. Last night Charlie Askew really got a major ripping by all the judges, but Niki Minaj was especially harsh with her comments about his earring, ponytail, and showing his muscles. He walked off the stage, that doesn't happen, I felt for him. The song he picked wasn't bad either, Mama by Genesis.
~Time~
We all see the passing of the days.. and as we get older those day go by faster. We need to be happy within our selves. So we can look back an smile. Saying "Time well spent..."
"I came across a tucked away poem"
I came across this poem i had written quite some time ago. for the first time I added to my poem...... SS To all the lovers of art, in which ever form it evolves. x
Cheap Golf
I haven't been able to golf as much as I like lately. I paid for one round last year and got three from family and a friend. I used to be his big buddy and now he sells cell phones and is making something like five grand a month, probably more now. All I know is he makes more than teachers make, and in my book, that's a lot!
5-7-5 Challenge - Remembering
Not all tears are of sadness or sorrow
The Penny Arcade
If you remember the Penny Arcades of the early 1900's, this is a tribute to these fun palaces dedicated to the creation of excitement and enjoyment for people who had nothing to do with their spare time. Written: 28th July 2013
A Fine Epitaph
life's struggle
Between waking and sleeping
I'm afraid, between waking up and sleeping I will lose myself in desires. That you will disappear before sunrise. Sleep is not a place everyday life. I'm afraid longing for an unknown longing I know well reality of existence. I'm afraid to
Forgotten
I think as we walk unbeaten tracks we sometimes see such graves yet they must have once been loved
LONELY RAIN
PEOPLE LOVE STAND UNDER RAIN RAIN OF LOVE, PASSION, DANGER RAIN OF SADNESS, LONELYNESS, RAIN OF INSPIRATION, RAIN OF HAPPINESS RAIN WHICH TAKE YOU HIGHER AND DOWN IF U
Destiny awaits me alone
Just feeling misty today I suppose, not sad, just misty!
The Fairground
This is a nostalgia piece I have written for all the children and would be children who liked going to....."The Fairground" (Amusement Parks)
Downhill
Reflecting on my first terrifying and thrilling downhill ride
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.
The People Grumble in Vain
some of my friends have their children in the war zone emotions are scattered all over Soldiers live and die Don't ask me why And the People grumble in Vain
BELONGING.....
As we age, we seem to have feet in two homelands.....and anyone who has relocated, understands the difficulties.......as well as obvious benefits......
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.
Whispers of the Wind
Can I tell you something? It’s a secret so hold on tight. Your soothing voice, I’ve been longing They say this isn’t right. And then I wonder what you would think. If I told you what’s inside my head. It’s scary but it’s either swim or sink.