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
The Ride
This poem is about a night leaving Tijuana, Mexico. My friend and I had parked on the American side and walked over in the 90's you could do that. On our way out she dared me to ride on a mechanical bull that was near where we exited. This was the experience from that ride. It is part of a collection of poetry that has been turned into a novel I'm looking forward to having published very soon.
Yet, So Far
Though secrets, silent, feed the pain holding on realizes no gain So close, yet so far So close, yet so far petty in this pace, we find ourselves, twisted dripping tears across miles and years, weeping, careening driving through
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.....
In Memory
In Memory I awaken at the first break of morning light that chases moon and stars in daily flight, I see the dawn trap a blossom's new day smile and witnessing this, I hesitate awhile. Then as the sun causes my staring to yield I turn to st
Bonfire
All the emotions felt staring into a beach fire.
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
Simple Treasure
a old poem of childhood I wrote years ago
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.
Just a tree
its the first poem ive written. i was bored at home and just had the urge to write something : )
ghosts
There's a tombstone in a open field, Close by an old ghost town. The epitaph's been weather- blown away. There's a bell tower where petitions peeled, Its been half torn down. But it must of softened every soul that came to pray. There's a s
Dream
My soul melted away in the twilight of such day as the sigh of silk is ripped the soul! As in the giddy waltz turned earth the day is gone the night has come in the dreams I will wander among the stars and the moon on the dark earth embrac
Grizzly Adams
Grizzly Adams was one of my favorite shows from the 70's. I just got it on DVD last night.
"Behind"
As the seasons of this life change My story continues to be written on page by page. Been there and came back again. Don’t know when it will end. But when its time. I’ll smile and leave everything behind.
MOON OF MY ANCESTORS
I wrote this poem as a result of my trip to Ireland. It was actually SIX years ago that I went and May 8th was the day I returned to my front door. The connection I felt in Ireland was something so moving and deeply spiritual for me. Leaving was like being torn from my soul. I hope you enjoyed it!~
1968: An American Christmas
Written with no intensions to offend anyone, but this is a near as I can remember to those early days and these past events were as they were. America was not a very politically correct place and older brothers were ....well just being older brothers.
Now
Now, what is it? A point or speck of dust in time frontier between past and future? And the past? filed contents of life lived our personal computor unchangeable with memories sharp as steel or jagged broken glass bitter as unripe olives. O
How high is the sky?
Had a similar exp with a group of friends (5) we got it up and going and used a string that span 5 kilometres ...when it hit the mark it was still quite low ..after half An hour we decided to reel it in..it was total chaos and lots of bravado each one lasting not more than ten mins ..after 5 hours and with another 5 friends rope in to help ..we finally cut the string and ran home with our tails between our legs ..by the way ours was the only kite that flew the highest and longest ..our competitor got their string snapped halfway and it crash on top of the flat ..we never played kite again
Music
My favorite time of the day is driving and singing in my car. We've had some great music!
Poems of love
I want to write poems of love just for you Fragments frozen forever of our time together. I want to sing songs of joy just for you Moments of magic never forgotten but most of all, I want to say "thank you" just for being for me my own poem
You did not cry for me.
You did not cry for me as you slipped away into that slumber with no awakening but I cried we all did I cried for you, for me, for all of us left behind. We cried for what was, had been and all the would have beens of your life. You did not
Enough of mourning
Enough of mourning and of pain It´s time to live and laugh again So take my hand and let us walk spend an evening with good talk. We´re alive and today is ours for tomorrow who knows? Enough of problems and of stress forget the world, it´s suc
Sitting alone
In the fan cooled room I sit alone in the buzzing silence sadness and regrets churning within me. Many were the mistakes made unuttered words and phrases others spoken in anger in the bitterness of frustration some sins committed decisions
The Final Act Part 4
It's getting there.....
The Wiseman of Digby Nova Scotia
I guess I'm beginning to feel my age creeping in upon me. I seem to be reflecting on life a little differently than I did not so many years ago.
Enough of mourning
Enough of mourning and of pain It´s time to live and laugh again so take my hand and let us walk, spend an evening with good talk. We´re alive and today is ours let´s feel the sun and gather flowers. For tomorrow who knows? Enough of problems
All I had to do
Short poem about a man I fancy and he happens to have beautiful blue eyes.
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
I love you silence
Many times silence says all.
xmas cheer
Xmas Turkey Roasties And sprouts
Time
Isn't it funny what becomes important when you're running out of time, Had your money all spent and accounted for right down to your last dime.. You had it all or so you thought,right there in the palm of your hand.. But what you didn't p
"I came across a tucked away poem"
I came across this poem i had written quite some time ago. for the first time I added to my poem...... SS To all the lovers of art, in which ever form it evolves. x
light horse
tribute to ozzie light horse from a355074 retired
swim
once you came to me your style of heart gave all for free I thought you were free when you told me what you wanted to be we used to stand around counting time all we had how we could never be sad we might freeze in our form was warm by our
Right
I waqs on a journey of self discovery...early 90's
LIFE'S WHAT YOU MAKE IT (REALLY!)
I can't be the only one who has been screwed (numerous times) at a job. Taunted, lied about, turned into the bad person when 100% right. I was pushed to the edge a couple of times (postal pushed). Point being, others can derail your plan of making it........... Tweaked 7/17/17
Footprints In My Mind
Reap what you sew..............
Tell what secret you own?
Tell what secret you own? What is so mad, I love you. Tell what secret you own? That without you already, I can't. Tell what secret you own? That you dream often at night. Tell what secret you own? That I ceased calls friends. Tell what secre
The Angel
It is about one short moment in my life
improv
I wrote it just now...not by all means my usual best but it's something. It's been inspired before, I just remember certain things that moved me and put them down
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
A Silent Mournful Prayer
There but for the Grace of God go I !! And the help from my caring, loving neighbours !