PERSONAL MEMORY TRIGGER....
do we ever give up those special memories that link us with childhood or youth....and with so many ensuring triggers are established in countries around the world miles apart, it's like tributing to a form of home sickness... felt by many who have made another country their home.....
i want to go home
just feeling it
2023
Spent a lot of my free time on my phone and on my video games at home. Other than that it is planning my future trip to Hawaii at the end of July.
Coffee Shop
Coffee Shop At the Edge of the Universe Here, at the coffee shop at the edge of the universe, the flowers bleed as if they were hearts, the hearts ooze a darkness like India ink, and poets dip their pens in and they write. ~ "Here at the
Teds war story.
Written for a dear old friend who we all adored.
Time (No More) Pt.1
just thinking on time.....
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
I love you silence
Many times silence says all.
This Old House
Memories of a time long ago raising my daughters.
These cypriot men.
I was trying to explain today to a friend,why I like traditional Cypriot men,but couldnt find the words.
The Program
I'd raised my kids as a single dad...introspection....
A Schoolboy's Dream (circa 1984)
* Upper Blue Mountains townships (they were back then); really just outer suburbs, of Sydney, now.
Book
And so be it
Train Whistle Splits /
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0CBzKfvA80
Past Art
How easily people can let go of the past through words .......
REMEMBER
An old love and current friend
Keys, Hammers and Strings
seven years old untapped talent passion even then do you remember? we met and with every scale i touched 88 generations of my past my future they were all familiar and loved me as i loved them with every chord the whole world
The Burdens Of My Life
An insight into my life as a poet.
Forget Me Not
Forget me not my love You'll always have my heart. Where time and love and people meet We'll never be apart.
A Sea of Tears!
Pondering
The rain keeps falling
Something that came to me during one of the many rainy evenings this summer. How I miss the sun...
The Parched Land of Love
In the dark night of my loneliness You appeared as a ray of happiness; At once came the black clouds And dimmed that bright ray. What happened to you I could not know, Though have been waiting for long To read your warm mail. Surely, y
Nubian Queen
I am the Sphinx. I am the woman buried in the sand up to her chin. I am waiting for an archaeologist to unearth me, to dig out my neck & my nipples, bare my claws & solve my riddle. No one has solved my riddle since Oedipus. I face the
View of an empty street.
Something that came to mind as I chilled out early one morn...
an era long gone.
after watching a programme showing the victorian-edwardian era..so fascinating..had to put it to a poem..it was just like a journey back in time..vivid..and meaningful..
A message to my son
For Daniel "Why do you stripes in you forehead, Mommy? Are you old?" Not old But not so young that I cannot see the world contracting upon itself and the circle closing at the end. As the furrows in my brow deepen, I can see
Irish People
Starting to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day with all the Irish entertainers I have enjoyed over the years.
Make me do anything you want
It touched my heart when I was a child It touches me now as an adult A beautiful song If you get a chance listen to it love always
Life's Melody
The song of life can be so simple you can even hum along with me, I know the tune will sound familiar It’s one of life’s many melodies… There’s no need to have a great voice or a prerequisite for any endowment, over time we have written the l
Memory
I remember a sermon about good intention paving the priest raving soul saving money craving I remember words that fell from my fathers mouth wasted on youth obviously truth all gone south I remember my first love a new way to see life
NEW YEAR
Sitting alone thinking of the happy times I spent with my family.
'Emocity'
From empty hands To silent words To drying tears To a broken heart This half-empty glass Brought dreadful thoughts Uttering soundless screams Leaving a hollowed soul
Din Guardi
Din Guardi © D Heckels The only memorial of all that is told are of sieges and valorous chieftains of old from that bleak rocky throne in magnificent pride Din guardi stands with its secrets it hides Bard divint tell ya tales aboot y
This army lark is a walk in the park
A wooded hill in Germany on exercise
Dandelion Dreams..
It was a beautifully gorgeous sundrenched spring day I had the urge to get outside to chase away the winter doldrums and mingle with the earth and so I called to him , his eyes lit up at once at the idea of frollicking on the lawn Ah but ther
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
Circles of life.
Such a need I have to know that which cannot possibly be known, the past joys and sorrows, pains and pleasures of my beloved´s life. the locked doors and hidden rooms of his heart that I can never enter. I sit outside on the threshold the d
just pondering....
I pondered this for some reason while studying and thinking how much males and females have advanced through the years, I however plead the 5th upon my conclusion :)
Through My Eyes
This poem is about how we try to see the other side of any given situation.
What makes a poet?
Poet to Poet Journal Entry What Makes a Poet? Many have tried to guess. Is it a voice like an aqueduct, a plain-spokenness to grief, the hairs of the head dancing on end, the blood pulsating with the voices of all those who have
All I had to do
Short poem about a man I fancy and he happens to have beautiful blue eyes.
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
RE: New Orleans Voodoo Queen
Hi Christian, Sounds good..From Gulfport/Biloxi here..Haiti here we come..lol Ken...
RE: I'M FALLING
THANKS, KEN! I'M ENJOYING THE FALL, RIGHT NOW! WHO KNOWS WHAT THE FUTURE HAS IN STORE! TRAVIS...
RE: one who loved me so much
poets, thanks for sharing sabeel....
RE: Mai Daughter
This is so sweet, Tugs at the heart...
RE: My Lost Loves.
how very awful...I'm sorry maymyo..well told...
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