One Week on my Cell Phone
I know I have seen more, but I can't remember them all. It has been fun though.
Whitney
I just got done watching a two hour documentary on Whitney Houston.
Split like smoke
random but somehow jigsaws together
the hours
the hours of the day
Red Dust
Something else I wrote in the past, which was actually a song and goes quite different....anyway just trying things out.....
PICKING THROUGH THE PIECES
All the little pieces, fragments and crumbs of life. The troubles, the love, the fears and the spice. Make us what we are today. Show us where we went astray. Genetics of course play a part. wit, talent, mood and smart. Your fist step int
Of Rubber, Men and Machetes 2
Who knows might serialize this :)
A sordid vintage
Events from 1962 wrapped into a poem..
Maturity
This poem about our personal growth as we learn from life's experiences especially those in the context of our relationships...
Frozen in time
It reflects those words and thoughts which usually end up dying deep inside with our memories, words which were never spoken and which may could have turned into actions and spoken to the one, who could have been,the love of our life.
hmm, thoughts
I was reading the top of this site and saw where it said write your own poetry so as i was sitting here 5 minutes ago, i jotted this down. thats all,.
memory of 1975
It only feels like yesterday when i said goodbye to her i left my suitcase in the hall of the guest house on the prom it was only 9am as i walked for the last time up the street across the road and there you were sublime just standing stil
Songs
If you could read my mind by Gordon Lightfoot What's Up by 4 Non Blondes Crossroads by Bone Thugs N Harmony 99 by Toto Fight the Power by Public Enemy Living In A Promise Land by Willie Nelson Sundown by Gordon Lightfoot Just some songs I listened to this last week
Someday
The night was ready before the daylight another darkness hung on the gray sky, ready to fall And all of this beauty, all those blessings of life amazed me, leave me behind with all its mysteries I tried to get up, run away through the wheel of ho
Memories Of The Sydney Tram
A very interesting narrative-poem that reflects Sydney-Australia's history, the Government in later years regretted their mistake as the Middle East fuel embargo appeared in the early 1970s, forcing cars and buses almost off the roads through lack of available fuel, had they had the trams it would have helped emensely as they ran on electricity, had it happened 12 years early the trams may have survived and buses may have been scrapped, their Melbourne counterparts have always had trams, Sydney's last tram ran to La Perouse and souveneir hunters kept parts of the last tram which came back without lights, yes it happened that way as it is now all a part of history. The poems colours are the same as the Sydney Trams colours.
Parade
This coronovirus is messing things up. There were no masks being worn at the gas station, since Lafayette County doesn't require them, but I didn't know that since Grant and Dubuque counties require them.
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
Valley of Memories
Rooted in this valley We watched the sun fold her petals one by one into the navel of the sky Betraying us into an ambush of shadows Frightened we tremble as the wind weeps through the trees like a blind man's wife looked outside on a
A Woman's Voice
too feel passion, two elements are needed...experience and heart.
No Regrets.
I was trying to make sense of my life and how I now look towards the next 'journey'. I hope this poem doesn't come across as too morbid, it's an acceptance of 'what is and what will be'.
Isolation
I often feel like I don't belong, specially in city life where I am forced to live. I long for the countryside and the calm life it offers. Iris
if
if one could travel back years by some act of time go back into yesterday gone if you have some wishes to spare i would take a journey back there to alter the steps taken back then change my direction come at life again
Untitled 3
The mask you wear breeds mystery The eyes of sheer intensity A dimming star with no reason or rhyme Purposely, constantly falling through time Who alone would stop this flight Through somber tales of endless night Rapt inside the c
OLD FEELINGS
This pandemic has given us more time to look back and reflect on the past. Sometimes, there are people and things that we must let go of because they're just not meant to be the permanent part of our journey ahead.
Of Rubber, Men and Machetes
Tapping away in 19th century style
A brief history of broken dream
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Life
it is about the struggles in life and concerning covid-19
Cityscape 1950
Cityscape 1950
skinny thing
I want to fall in naked trees I want let they catch me They can not Eating is something immoral beautiful I want it like effervescent mind blows I can not Fume and vapour like gentle breeze Nakedness it takes every breathe Silently stroke
Sirens Song and Odysseus - take two
may the fizz be with you
Memoreis of Vogelsang
Just remembering two days spent in a trench in Germany
Get Into It
Feel the music go through you bringing your body to see the dancing is all for ME MOVING GROOVING To the beat then letting it go so all will know that the beat has got into you and through you. It is in your mind. It is in your soul.
thoughts of an insomniac
Shortly after my separation I was walking around at about two in the morning and this came to me.
NOSTALGIA
I find no real joy in her...Nostalgia.
Ode to a Proud Race
I am part Cherokee and I composed this after reading about what they went through.
Ode to a Frontier Legend, Parts I & II
I penned both of these after watching Dances with Wolves!
senses revisited...
words for your own senses revisited ...
Country Man Life
Wake up early this morning to make breakfast The strength it give all day have to last Cook up some ackee and salt fish This they say is the national dish Roast some breadfruit to go with cooked green bananas Unsure in his mind whether to drink
Treasures Abound For Some Lucky Wader
While wading in the shallows of the beaches on Florida's shores,I often think about what may be buried just one step further than I had traveled.
windows 2010
I have stayed in many a place because of them The view they afford…..the light they let in Losing myself for hours on the streets outside Watching the patterns of life unfold ….rain against the window, blurry – comforting Reflecting in on anothe
The Man Is In The Moon Again
The clouds are moving fast tonight There's a fast southernly blowing wind Other than that everything is quiet And the man is in the moon again All of a sudden something stirred up the frogs by the pond I guess it's time for me to be moving on
Night drift
Falling asleep with a Western book in hand