Domain
Why is it some people want you to be what you dont want to be. I made myself and I am happy with that, despite the issues!.
How Times Have Changed
One of my earlier poems, it tells of how times have changed in retrospect. it reflects different phases of my life.
Life Happens
The scream that reverberates in this maze From a mother in pain, a baby in her womb. Anxiety painted on the dad’s face Obvious enough without a need for a zoom Echoes of joyful glee filled the room A bouncing baby girl is born A promise of lo
Where did they go?
Feeling lonely for some of my lost friends over the years. It seems the good ones go away and the bad people stay. I wish it were not that way.
Gilligans Island
Just finished disc two of season one of Gilligan's Island, 14 episodes, 5 hours and 50 minutes, great show, one of the best!
The Dress
Funny how no matter how old I get I still will think about the wedding gown as if I were still a girl.
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
Searching
They say dreams are for dreamers. And how I use to dream. So entertaining. So hopeful did they seem. It was said I could walk through a cow pasture. Come out smelling like a rose. Now that good luck is hiding. Where does it go? I could use a
"Who's Ridin the Lightenin,n Dancin onThunder"
when i kick that ol shovel head, n she lets me hear a pop,n then roar i,jus let her idle, til her oil is pumpin, thats whats bring us to life, my blood begins,flowin and my heart starts to thumpin, It's a sound just a few ,will ever,understan
No Time
Hurrying about. Without a thought. No time to worry about silly things. Ink pen stuck in hair, no barrette. Who really does care. No time to rest must finish work. If it is possible I think my brain hurts. If I slow down hunger would catch u
Your Touch
I watched you fall from the heavens. Glistening in the sunshine. You made me feel so alive inside. The coolness of your caress upon my skin. You brought back so many memories. New and old. Your touch felt like many sweet kisses upon my body.
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
One-Sided Love - Aug 26, 2009
We need more regular "Reality Checks"
And the Water Just Keeps On Coming
Starting over - again!
How The Light Reflects
A semi-autobiographical meditation on how our perception largely shapes our reality.
collections
You hold on to your possesions You hold them dear They belong to you You throw nothing away house becomes fuller No more space is left There they gather your dust Your dust You cannot move From all your collectioning Every nook a
Sleep
Dream Dream little cerubus As daylight begins to fade Is not the silence Inspired And brings forth all manner of change Sleep Sleep now in quiet The sleep that angels keep As low the moon glows Shining softly Through the glass, its b
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
my previous and hopeless life
Just reminiscing. But so glad out of it now. thanks all for your read and comments. SR
The Legend of Witch Cat Falls
Inspired by Lacy's Cave.....thanks Odette67. This is an old legend from settler days of a cave behind a waterfall in the town of Bakersfield where an old Mountain Lion was trapped following a flood.
A Poet Cries
The poplars' lengthening on this hill, amid the rows of marigolds and earth, and through the box hedge labyrinth we walk, together, to the choiring twilight bells. ~ Their fugue of echoes echoes through the hills and sings against this time-str
Rivers of Life
We are all mostly water...like 80 %.....
Cotton Candy Land
How will it be What will we say Will we go around in circles filling up the day Life was so good with cotton candy and clowns And a ferris wheel was the only place Where we noticed the ups and downs A black and white tv sat on a stand And
"Courting"
mayb, we could dance?
Center of the storm
W.I.M.S--writing is my salvation
JUST SAYING III
12/09/17 Just saying...
THE PICTURE...!
I was inspired to write this poem about myself thro' another's eyes so to speak from a video clip taken on the job...seemed to come out Ok....You tell me..!!!
The Mystic Pyramid
Pyramids have always been interesting especially the Egyptian culture in the land of the Pharoahs. Written: 26th May 2013
The Price is Right
Just got the best of the Price is Right on my Netflix. Enjoyed that show a lot over the years.
Longing
Written for a love that is far,far away across the world.
Through The Mirror’s Eye
As I watched myself carefully Analyzing the details of my body A flash of memory struck Neither did I know what to feel nor how to react I never gave you the wrong impression Always been honest to you about my passion I told you from the very
love in the countryside
here we are...once again beside the fire bitter wind whistling from outside through the eaves an acoustic tune piping low envelops gently cradling us in our rockers sway snug in our old jeans and flannel shirts I tamp my pipe as you border a bl
the station
Approaching trains brought me to you my eager journey at last done my suitcase too i climbed down to you i walk to exit and family meet and leave you there but for a while yet too return on cycle rides my footsteps lie invisible u
Carnival
The sun beats down on city streets A haze of heat lays over Concrete beast it barely stirs It is too much lethargic On setting sun the beast it stirs Awakening, reviving People throng the streets around And gaily are they costumed Music s
Learning
A gift a spectacular Man gave me xx
Unbroken.. Re-Written
A cowboy poet's will to survive despite rough going.
TRADING DISASTER FOR CRUMPETS AND TEA
We all have met and (some may have) loved the 'emotionally unavailable.' Defining moments we wish not to repeat...
Rose
I am a rose that lays upon a bed of thorns, the dew on my pedals is but yet a tear I am up grounded from my roots, only to be weatherd ,rain or sun to sear Withering whats left of my velvety beauty, then at last wind to blow my memory away pieces
The silent customer
This was inspired by my time spent observing the ITU nurses at work when I was their a few years ago.
Alas!
Alas! The journal of my youth has all been subscribed And the fresh greenness of my life has become grey winter As for the state people call youth… I don't remember how it arrived or when it ended
home town long lost forgoten
well i have recently visited my home life to te establish my past and present together
Literary Remains
Mr. Keats, "I find that I cannot exist without poetry....." "What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth....." "We hate poetry that has a design upon us......" "Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one