The Final Act Part 5
Sorry this took so long.. technical difficulties. more to follow.
Stronger
Time is wonderful, it helps you see things clear and look back with love on a special time with a special Man:-)
Sehnsucht!
not feeling well today, confined in a room.. but the hopeless nomad in me stirred my mind to roam...
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"
Conversation with a Dead Poet
Can you believe your death gave birth to me? Live or die, you said insistently. you chose the second & the first chose me. I mourn you. Is love the sugarcoated poison that gets us in the end? We spoke of men as often as poems, We
Carnac
Recently, I had Phyllis from America and Tess from Switzerland both contributers to this poetic corner,stay with me, I took them to visit the Carnac Alinement, some 4000 standing stones in lines and circles, believed to be in excess of 4,000 years old, this poem written to remind them of a happy occasion, it will be difficult to relate this poem unless one made a visit in person or via the internet.
Memory Lane (sonnet)
never written one before so I asked Bill about how to following the guidelines he sent me I wrote this I guess its a load of rubbish you have to start somewhere
He aprendido
Se trata de los valores perdidos en nuestra sociedad y mas por el respeto.Me sentía inerme al ver la degradación de nuestra raza o como somos como seres humanos
Tobacco on the wind
I don't smoke but occasionally I catch a first whiff of tobacco freshly lit
LONELYNESS
The poem captures the profound sense of longing and solitude experienced by an individual. With each verse initiated by a letter from the word "lonelyness", it outlines the emotions evoked by solitude in a romantic, melancholic, and alluring tone. Each verse also mentions a different flower, which adds a layer of metaphor and symbolism to the expressed emotions. The poem moves through the phases of night into dawn, mirroring the progression of the speaker's feelings - from deep yearning and a sense of loss, to a new hope and acceptance of solitude. In essence, it's a journey of an individual embracing their solitude, experiencing a range of emotions from longing and melancholy, to seduction and romance. Despite the loneliness, there is a beauty in the experience, much like the beauty of the flowers that accompany each verse. It's a celebration of resilience, the human spirit, and the ability to find beauty even in solitude.
Video Games
Video games have come a long way since Pong came out in the late 70's. I have spent a good number of my free hours playing them. I have two tvs in my living room. One to watch dvds, vhs' and tv, and the other to play video games. Sometimes I'll listen to my music on my Xbox jukebox that holds 100 albums. I mostly have favorite songs on there.
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
Downhill
Reflecting on my first terrifying and thrilling downhill ride
Dear Poets in our Poetry Corner,,,
Just to say thanks to all who contribute here in the poetry corner, for sharing your thoughts and hearts with us here!
For all Elvis fans. #1
This is an amazing discography of many of the Kings' songs. I'm sorry if it's a bit too long for some.
war
REMEMBER THE WAR REMEMBER THE DEAD REMEMBER THE COST OF LIVES ITS SAID REMEMBER THE TEARS HEARTACHE AND PAIN REMEMBER THE FIGHTING FIGHTING IN VANE REMEBER THE PLANES BOMBS THAT FELL REMEMBER THE HIDING BENEATH A WELL REMEMBER THE SCRAMBLING
Patient Patience
This was written when I was in intensive care very ill a few years ago and when I awoke after a number of weeks I observed the care and duty that all the ITU nurses gave to each patient. I also remember hearing things they said when I was unconcious. This inspired me to write this poem. I hope you enjoy it.
Two for two
What do your hands hide I am lava every time you touch look from under the eyelashes. Covered with sweat scrolls of arms and legs we don't think about tomorrow. We're hiding under the comfort of dreams fleeting hopes. our two for two is an
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
pictures in the sand
The things we constantly think about are past and future
Tired
Sometimes I just want a nice neat world. No fuss no muss.
i want to go home
just feeling it
The Impossible Dream!
Free verse
playing with trains
imagination trumps realities
The Poet Writer
The Poet Writer The poet writer tries to tell his truth to mankind though not from thought yet from his haunting mind. Not in the prose of a story, but remaining within a tale that turned an inner dream into a deadly inward gale. Fed by devils
Chauvinistic Memoirs
Chauvinistic Memoirs He sat musing over his sherry Thoughts of old times rallied he set pen to to paper to write and poured another glass It was now years ago as in another life Happy in new found wealth A beautiful woman by his side
Time Tunnel
I like to explore enjoy travelling meeting people being sociable loving and caring the time tunnel
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!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
King Creole
From the balcony, Daniel Fisher, moon-eyed, lovelorn, baritoned 'Crawfish,' his raven hair slicker than the shingled shore, laved with eve's waves, crisply lisping. Here and there fireflies swayed greenly. Creole throats echoed, t
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
even when your gone carry on
your fantastic
Memories of a "Cheese Danish"
this poem is about feelings breaking rules,and cheese danishes
Bundango
Watched Django a few days ago and was inspired to write something of old west bad guys. If you haven't seen this movie, I highly reccommend it. But be warned, it is a shoot em up western, and a blow em western too.
^*^*^*^*^ Is Silence a Sound ^*^*^*^*^
The house is so silent, no men, no kids, no pets Four walls to listen to the sound of my regrets My memories they linger when I close my eyes Those wonderful days when I was so wise The cry of a baby, the sound of the door The cats, the dogs, th
Homestead re-visited.
I no doubt like many others, left my very small and humble Hamlet at a very early, now unheard of age, to seek opportunities not available in our Homestead, so this poem captures a nostalgic return in later years.
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
Hurting
I feel so alone My heart has turned to stone I’m so cold I can’t get warm My eyes are glazed All the tears I’ve shed I sometimes feel so dead My head hurts My lips move Never making a sound As I fall to the ground I ask myself what
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
Climbed a Hill
memories of north wales 1980s
ONCE
It speaks
An Old Oak Table
My simple country lifestyle...