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...
The Seer
Just thoughts and ramblings.
Rejoice Like a Child
It's good for us to take time out of our lives to remember the joy of being a child. It teaches us to appreciate all that we have and all that we are.
fine wine sunday morning
fine wine sunday morning. love life watch as the sun is burning. but be still death could hit you without a warning. careful when you fall down to get back up and sing. fine wine sunday morning its gonna be some day.
The Feeling
Feelings - come and go like waves - sometimes softly cuddling the shore, other times crushing roughly upon it. I encoded one of the feelings inside the poem. Hope you`ll be able to see it :)
Stuck In Paradise
Feeling sorry for myself - I'm over it!
regrets
i spilled a coffee on the beach i saw a wasp land on my peach i took a swig of irn bru and thought of me, yes, me and you and how we laughed when the cyclist fell and broke his arm and leg as well but those days are gone and am back on datin
When
When I turn off the light the pillow next to me crying with your scent. I hug her tightly to feel to remember to live when the next black night takes your smile leaving only a trace of your lips imprinted on my skin.
Just Something!
Something thats constant, that doesn't flicker or sway, That keeps its own balance in a masterful way, That holds to the truth and the way it should be, not youth, but the vision to see, Something thats stable to anchor us to, To keep us
I am Not A Poet !!!!!
A realisation that I am not very artistic. Should have made more effort as had plenty of time. So think I probably have lots of talent too but too lazy to make things happen . Guess there is time but I am the same . Lol :) Folks don’t get bored or annoyed . I am just passing time .
Morning gold
I'm grateful for the silent time To think and make a plan When the morning world is mine I do because I can. I love the quietude of dawn Before the sun's completely up I rub my eyes and give a yawn And fill once more my coffee cup.
scallywag
As child a nightmare was I Allway up to mischief Very accident prone Sitting on the top floor Feet outside the wooden window Just sitting admiring the view Trains passing by Me never had a care For I could have fallen just for a dare
My Lost “Houdini”
Ever noticed how often a few polite emails and then they are gone, lost forever as if they never existed. What a strange world this "Cyber" world is at times. So I suppose "Houdini" is a good title for one who disappears without trace. Maybe some dont know of "Houdini" but he was the most famous escapologist ever known.
Remember the Days!
Oh! To be a Kid again!
Renewed
Pounding of the nails sealing for all time Idle fascination is it a crime Noise of children at play mirrored sounds Old man silenced who was well past his prime Still upon the ground barely breathing bird Twisted wounded broken
Childhood
Once we were all children!
The Circle of Life
Life just seems to be an endless circle Never knowing from day to day I've been Reading in Poetry So I decided to write another one My first one in a few Years Hotrodlarrys
December, December!
Just relax and listen to the angels!
CS Poetry Corner
I posted my first piece here on CS Poetry Corner in June 2013. There was a great camaraderie among the poets then and the subsequent years. It was a wonderful feeling that inspired other poets and myself in our writing. I have written this piece in honour of those days. It was inspired and motivated by the song: “Those Were The Days” by Mary Hopkins https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3KEhWTnWvE
The Final Act Part 7
..... not done yet.
Rock On!
This poem is about age and memories.
Between waking and sleeping
I'm afraid, between waking up and sleeping I will lose myself in desires. That you will disappear before sunrise. Sleep is not a place everyday life. I'm afraid longing for an unknown longing I know well reality of existence. I'm afraid to
fun 80s
hidden song titles and singers of the 80s for fun
Time Trap
Time trap Boom boom soon soon How tricky ticky time can be Time trap Boom boom soon soon It's all about the memories Time trap Boom boom soon soon It's the month of twenty oh history Time trap Boom boom soon soon How tricky ticky t
The Final Act
This was a short story that's been on my mind for a while. Do you want me to finish it? I know that sounds odd, but time, for the moment leaves me. Please let me know... Dave
An Empty Clothesline
This is about my great grandmother Minnie Adams who lived in Mt Eden, and my sister and I would stay with her at times,she was 99 when she died. She came to New Zealand from California in her young teens, and went with her husband to go go kauri gum digging. What a beautiful amazing lady.
CHARMING WONDROUS FAR OFF
This song is a quintessence of memories of childhood, spent in the Soviet Union, of the way it used to be over there in so distant past. Won’t deny: I have nostalgic memories, from time to time, which is forgivable I hope. School years, pioneer camps, joys and sorrows, dreams children dream all over the world – no difference - haven't you all dreamed about the same?! I’ve translated from Russian the lyrics by Yu. Etnin, music is written by Ye. Krylatov, the song PREKRASNOJE DALJOKO is performed in the movie “A Visitor from Future.” You may follow the translation while listening to the song. And thank you very much – all of you – for inspiring me. If asked what poetry is I would most certainly answer: inspiration! The process of writing is what matters – forms may be far from perfect, grammar – a real disaster, style, rhythm and rhyme just hopeless – but do they really matter?!