Oh~ You~ Cowboys!
Observations of the life that surrounds me- of goodness and simplicity.
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
Dad's Birthday
Like the Cinderalla song says "You don't know what you got till it's gone."
Live air
radio, radio, live transmission
When
When I turn off the light the pillow next to me crying with your scent. I hug her tightly to feel to remember to live when the next black night takes your smile leaving only a trace of your lips imprinted on my skin.
The Lighthouse
This is a true story and it tells of how ships were protected from running aground on on hazardous reefs near coastal ports, it is called.... "The Lighthouse" Editor: Marikia Written: 5 February 2013
The Poet and the Interviewer
My mouth seeded with your sperm, I talked back to the interviewer. It may also be this way with God. Approach with a mouthful of stones; you will be mute. But speak semen & seed & the words will flow. Is heaven a television show? Ever
Memories
The heap of blankets on our bed The crisp shirts hanging on the door Your tools on the kitchen table The smell of your toothpaste Memories Good memories Touches of you that stay in our home And keep me close Whenever you are gone
Tomorrrow
Tomorrrow is yesterday waiting to happen today is poor and so is my life used to have a family thay live with the wife
distant steps
I met you but too late on a railway station in my teens my other family step sisters only a step away but it might as well be the moon got to say raised polite were friendly too but the door into their world was slightly open
A Continuum We Are
A zigsaw poem? and just wondering how the pieces-the phrases might fit together. Believe there is a central theme here. If we turn it upside down........
I'd Only Just Surrendered
This is about the reality that people never really leave you. They always return, either in mind or the master illusion.
WI Dells
I've been going to WI Dells since 1985 when my friend Todd and his mom and dad took me to Family Land(now Mt Olympus, Noah's Ark(Waterpark), and Tommy Bartlett's Robot World, which are still there.
music my dance partner
When i was young at the party dance and no one was free for me to romance when the music played i heard it seem to say come up and dance i will dance with you so up i got and suprised the lot by dancing obla di obla da as the music pla
There Is No Carpe Diem Here
Carpe Diem! Carpe Diem! Carpe Diem! The world cries out this resounding chant as it hurriedly awakens to tackle the tasks of the day. But there is no Carpe Diem here This day, is not to be seized This day I lay in soft slumber as the morning snea
Sixty Blues
I'm real gone like the sixty blues Change came along but I said refuse Cause I dig the sixties still walking in my shoes It's a beat like hey man here's the jive You know everybody knows it's hip to be alive Living life is a work of art Paint
The Little Boy I Knew
My youngest brother and I were always very close and I remember writing this for him when his son was born. OH MY! I went to his house for Christmas this year and got to meet his new grandson. What happened to that little boy I knew??? He's now a Grandpa. Where does time go?
The Way Of The Gun (Part 1)
This a controversial piece about the gun from it's humble beginning to it's ugly presence in modern times, written in December 2012 and now posted in January 2013, don't fall victim to....."The Way Of The Gun"
more music fun
jackie trent sang with melody but sad WHERE ARE YOU NOW MY LOVE but he would KEEP ON RUNNING spencer davis group told us that so now their STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT sinatras on the ball SO LET THE HEARTACHES BEGIN as your tears fall within long
Under the sky
Peaceful places allow us to get away from the chaos
The Burdens Of My Life
An insight into my life as a poet.
Disoriented
recalling one of the stories I was told of being fooled by the moon light
fun with songs
abbas waterloo was his downfall the bachelors diane did nt help it may have been a hard days night songs spin round again cascades and falling rain lost in france bonnie tyler its a heartache as you see len barry made the charts singing h
jukebox
see the jukebox in the coffee bar holding songs making memories put your coins in and make a choice fill the room with a voice golden oldies one more time hear them play with a rhyme good bye to love the carpenters even now b
spider chronicles
Make a web of calendar silk and stretch it out as years ocean wide, expanse of time year of steps, cobweb climb catch and hold retain them fast people gone and photographs of yesterday and sublime thought spider chronicles are wrought whe
skating alone
skating to music by barry manilow in a park covered with snow to the sound of your Walkman playing manilow songs such as these slowly skating now TIME IN NEW ENGLAND brings memory turning your face as you skate then going faster
Lost photography
Lost photography click on projector turns as wheels rolling time shadow lines pale distance western perimeter Apache dawn totem dance buffalo time cowboy white red night click off
Strange day
My soul melted away in the twilight of such day as the sigh of silk is ripped the soul! As in the giddy waltz has turned earth the day is gone the night has come in the dreams I wander among the stars and the moon on the dark earth embrace
partys over-silence lingers
walking into empty rooms with only silence there the party is now over people leaving happy you stay to clean the mess silence she just watches and gently would caress noise has left a while strange the feeling now the fervour of the voice
Voices
When people are sleeping I'm awake, Images of him my mind does create. My thoughts are without any reason or rhyme, There's nothing to seperate reality and time. I've heard voices talking but just in my mind, Answers to riddles for
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'
This army lark is a walk in the park
A wooded hill in Germany on exercise
And the Water Just Keeps On Coming
Starting over - again!
salis in underland
Salis in underland it is not a poetry nor fiction, there is here lack of action for this is underland ,my grave a bautified dressed man in cave some winds passes the vacant graveyard i passed those days of difficulty and being hard a shad
Revelations...
Whew..., sometimes the universe has mercy on you and keeps love a secret till you've awakened from your fake 'devotion', lol..., life, life, life..., I just don't know...
SNOW NEVER MELT
Snow has many definition actually, it could be love and affection
The Way Of The Gun (Part 2)
This is Part 2 of this poem as it was too long to post in one posting. so here is the conntinuing part to "The Way Of The Gun" (2012)
Poem 209
209 poems in, 800 is Steve's record..
Another Great Singer
It is like looking for a needle in a hay stack to find a good song out there these days. When I was growing up in the 80's, it was hit after hit after hit, I was lucky to live at a time when Michael Jackson moonwalked.
ECLIPSE
Their lips locked together clumsily then more gently in seeking
Tobacco on the wind
I don't smoke but occasionally I catch a first whiff of tobacco freshly lit
E.M.Forster's poem
It describes how we should be ready to encounter problems in life and surpass them.