From The Past
for a past flame...........
Dawn to Death
Relating the movement of love to the movement of a day. Again, this just came to me out of the blue.
Mad Woman
By the looks of your jumbled sticky hair Those deep dark eyes that breaks no stare One can never tell your mystifying story Of how you reached this point of wry glory.. You sit in one corner, talking to yourself Lost in discussion about all yo
Alexander (Kickit Challenge)
I have seen some lovely poems on this great theme from Kickit. I have tried to envisage that no matter how great you may be you still walk your own crooked fence. Rob
Gateway to Dreams
Feeling lost without a path
Why Can't Time Just Slow Down A Mite
The Happy Days just fly by too swiftly
The Valiant Lady
In memory of the lovely carved ladies that graced the bows of sailing ships of by gone days.
Note to ex-lovers
It's about growing old, slipping out of the gene pool, having in the past gotten thoroughly wet. It's about disappointment one couldn't remain faithful, got bored or thoroughly hacked off with a partner or partners. It's about being Human, erring, regretting, but knowing you can't turn back the clock. It's also about release, breaking free from Earthly ties and shackles, well, that's in part deux. Hope you liked part un. Chris
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.
A Silent Mournful Prayer
There but for the Grace of God go I !! And the help from my caring, loving neighbours !
if only
if only i threw my phone away
The Final Port
What a wonderful sight for a woman to behold when her husband returned to port after being gone to sea for months and maybe even years.The elated joy of the seamen aboard a windjammer returning home to their families on shore.
A tale of two
it speaks for itself.......
The Gift of You
Words for my step-father, who showed me the meaning of love.
Whispers of the Wind
Can I tell you something? It’s a secret so hold on tight. Your soothing voice, I’ve been longing They say this isn’t right. And then I wonder what you would think. If I told you what’s inside my head. It’s scary but it’s either swim or sink.
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!
a slice of pie
i just couldn't get up for fear of it escaping
Internet Person
Just feeling a little frustration after joining a dating site on the net..
AN ERA
days where i should have been
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..!!!
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
Unsteady Floor
Change can be hard especially when it involves so many aspects
oap
???????getting old???????
Revisited
Have an unbelievable amount of amazing memories of this place .....
Carpe Diem Soulgoddess Challenge..
Wh en I saw this challenge.. I tried but could not come up with one better than the one I have written before...
Lance Armstrong
Just heard that Lance got caught taking performance enhancing drugs while he rode his bike. Since he cheated to win, all of his tour de france wins are null and void.
Chick on the stump
A ssssssssshrill
Perplexed Flare
This eternal flame that’s blazin’ with glee Brings thoughts of what could be Of a tale untold between hearts unfree Disobedience equates a nifty fee This flame that flickers oh so brightly Envisages a knight so mighty Of ideas so lurid and un
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
Disoriented
recalling one of the stories I was told of being fooled by the moon light
"THE FLIGHT"
Baseball is in full swing right now and I wanted to pay homage to an overlooked important component of the game....the ball Whether it's Amish children playing baseball in the ballfield adjacent to their one room schoolhouse, 80 year old men playing softball in organized leagues, a parent pitching to a young son or daughter...a ball of some sort is essential. Therefore, here is a paean that I composed for the baseball, softball, rag ball..or whatever happens to get batted about.
Get Into It
Feel the music go through you bringing your body to see the dancing is all for ME MOVING GROOVING To the beat then letting it go so all will know that the beat has got into you and through you. It is in your mind. It is in your soul.
Anywhere Cold As You
Alone in the cold, nothing hurts more than losing you. The longer I waited, the thought of you slowly became faded. I dreamt the day you'd appear again, but that's just a reflection inside my head. It wasn't supposed to be you leaving, for a while
Weihnacht in Berlin
I like Gernany and this beauty town...
Going Back
self discovery .......what i need to do
Past Art
How easily people can let go of the past through words .......
A Journey - Kickit's Challenge
A thousand steps Walking a crooked fence A journey back in time Was so young, can't believe So much older now A thousand steps Walking a crooked fence She was so young and pretty Said our vows in a country church Our love will last forever
Moving On
I think when we are ready to move on in life each of us knows when it is time, be it emotional or physical moving. We know when the journey needs to move on. To stay complacent would somehow stop the growth.
Isolation
I often feel like I don't belong, specially in city life where I am forced to live. I long for the countryside and the calm life it offers. Iris
The rain keeps falling
Something that came to me during one of the many rainy evenings this summer. How I miss the sun...
"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
Once and Once only.
I remember a person that was kind and giving.. a happy person..living each day saying life was for living. Time and life; and with expectation dulled blunt The once shining eyes dulled slowly.. then sunk. Do it now... you people..experience it