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Broken

Broken

A framed print upon your wall.. A still shot of the two of us.. Sitting close together, on a bench, Near the falls.. And to the casual observer.. I'm sure we must have seemed the perfect pair But if you look a little closer.. If you too

The Hall

The Hall

I walked thru the empty halls. Where memories echoed off the walls. I found it hard to breathe, as emotion swept thru me. My vision blurred from so many thoughts. Like the fly in a spider web, that was caught. Memories all so very clear. A

ghosts

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

Big Red Monster

Big Red Monster

Bah hum bug.

Drinking you in

Drinking you in...

Damn good bottle of wine...

northerly direction

northerly direction

deep as a dry well

Returning to Me

Returning to Me

The clock on the wall is ticking. And I am not where I am suppose to be. But I feel as if I am where I should be. I know others worry about me. For that I am truly sorry. I have been there for many. Now I need to be here for me. They see a

Beginning

Beginning

The silence is thickening in and about me. The need to be wandering out in the land envelopes me. Reaching the door in what can only be described as staccato steps. I linger and look back. No reason to stay. Close the door and inhale the air

ThisHolyGrail

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~ Precious ~ Rhymes ~ ~ Enter ~ Minds ~ ~>In ~ Sleepy ~ Tyme ~ ~ Cascades ~ The ~ Flow ~ ~ You ~ Know ~ ~ Head ~>

CROSSROADS

CROSSROADS

CROSSROADS I met up with crossroads back when, I must have been about nine or ten. We saw these signs along the side Of a dusty road on a weekend ride. We’d often drive to places unknown, Down any road that would lead from home. These untra

Chain Reaction

Chain Reaction

On obtaining refugee status in England in 1978 to evade conscription into the South African army.

Just Something

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

long strange trip

long strange trip

1968

just one more thing

just one more thing

oh...and one more thing...

I AM BECAUSE YOU ARE

I AM BECAUSE YOU ARE!

Nostalgic

My Life As Two Dogs

My Life As Two Dogs

Last summer, while out with my Dogs, I watched them play in the bog. It was such an entertaining sight to see them frolicking among the heather and wild flora, without a care in the world. So this "song" came to me like a bolt from the blue! I ran home as fast as I could. Well you don't allways have a pen and paper handy.....Do You?

The Trail

The Trail

Some memories last a life time.

night lines

night lines

dissonance without purpose is noise and understanding chords harmony the essence and attributes of God are adjectives and adverbs pressing my thoughts, breezing, air like across vacuums and miles and epochs back to when we heard the sound

NOTHING BEATS

NOTHING BEATS...

In memory of the true love of my life Tthat's yet to manifest!

Past and Future

Past and Future

Just thoughts

TEARS

TEARS

Written on a down day!

Two Women

Two Women

Dedicated to Jacqueline Du Pre ,and Jacqueline my friend

Dj vu

Déjà vu

A poem about broken dreams

The clencher

The clencher

This poem was written for Jimmy Durante

Awake

Awake

The Poem is a highlighted, dumbed down version of How I view Disney Land t6ype metaphors. I also feel its heated empathy

color thoughts

color thoughts

This poem was written by my 8 year old granddaughter, Kaitlyn. as I see colors, I think of you you are my darling, my rose of joy my angel sent down from heaven each glance of your beautiful face makes a rainbow appear somebody may say that yo

Tightrope

Tightrope

Nuff said

hmm thoughts

hmm, thoughts

I was reading the top of this site and saw where it said write your own poetry so as i was sitting here 5 minutes ago, i jotted this down. thats all,.

Voices In My Head

Voices In My Head

What can I say that the voices in my head would all agree on :-)

200 am trash

2:00 am trash

passing away moments that would be better spent with you I thought about the many good times of my life could count them all on one hand, maybe there were one or two no need to waste my energy concernin' strife for the many times when I was think

Someday

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

Roots

Roots

Nostalgic

fictional practice 1972

fictional practice 1972

as I sit here diggin on you as you sleep bounty of memory slowly slips into mind when we first got together, oh those were the days I didn't know then, you were one of a kind recall a time we were parked in your car ere morning before work tha

Fadding Picture

~ Fadding Picture ~

Leaning on the window seal, I gaze out at the sky blue, I listen to the music of the birds that pass, Thinking of my time of last. Mind like a merry go round, Caught up in emotion,to a world no longer found. With tears that trickle, Perhaps

Alone

Alone

Every time I look in the fridge and see no milk no bread. I think of how things could be, if I would just let it be. No babies crying no one here to talk to. Just a place to lay my head. I sometimes wonder if this life is right for me. I feel

REMEMBER

REMEMBER

An old love and current friend

Good Old Mr Murphy True Tale No 2

Good Old Mr. Murphy......True Tale No.2

I was born and raised in the suburbs of Baltimore Maryland. My parents were hill people from West Virginia who had come east during World War II to find jobs. They were hired on at Glen L. Martin Aircraft which was later to become Martin-Marietta Cor

The fire dance

The fire dance...

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Lost

Lost...

Lost in your shiny eyes, Lost for u red lips, Lost in u warm arms I dream to u. Lost in u soft hair Lost for u soft skin Lost for u sweet loove, I dream lost to you.

floating

floating

I saw a girl the other day her eyes had flash her hair was red my hair is gray feel left out of room to play but the blood flows deep breaths occur, as before memorable sweetness in the air now that spring is here a young man's fancy? I su

my favorite muse

my favorite muse

surprise, I made a new friend today a voice from the past kept filling my head her sound was uplifting, made me feel gay drawn out of my shell as each word was said for far, far, too many years time spent before had been held deep inside in

Weebles Wobble

Weebles Wobble

wrote this for my sister for her 40th birthday

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