Ode to a Proud Race
I am part Cherokee and I composed this after reading about what they went through.
the hours
the hours of the day
senses revisited...
words for your own senses revisited ...
voice of the cold soul
hmm i dunno yet if i like this one too revealing shade must stay hidden forever corrupted by revenge
A Enquiry About Our Self !
Enquiry is the means of knowledge and it consists in hearing the Truth, reflection and meditation; only the state of blissful Peace of awareness in which Brahman alone exists and nothing else, is the true "nature" of Knowledge; the non-revival of the
Twin flames
HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED ABOUT THE TERMS SOUL MATE AND TWIN FLAMES IF THERE IS SOMEONE FOR EVERYONE HOW COME THERE ARE SO MANY LONELY PEOPLE IN THE WORLD?
de-javu
Lessons learned
A New Day In 2012
This is the beginning of a new day. I have been given this day to use as I will. I can waste it, or use it. I can make it a day long to be remembered for its joy, its beauty and its achievements, or it can be filled with pettiness. What I d
What to look for?
Last year was a really long for me with my ex breaking up with me, dog dying, and my parents divorcing so I don't know what to do anymore
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
When I Was Your Age
This comes from what I image my dad's dad said to him.
The Funky Fire Woman
Wednesday, 18 March 2009 - This is a poem dedicated to all those women who have a passion for dancing. It was inspired during a time when I was attending the monthly dance night known as Funky Seomra in Dublin, Ireland.
Down East Coasters
This sonnet reflects on the rich maritime heritage of York and Ogunquit, Maine. A ‘chance’ refers to a fair wind (for the schooners could not beat to windward, and if the wind shifted too much worse on the beam, they sought the nearest harbor and waited for another ‘chance’)
I Remember
There are places I remember Bits of time that have passed away thinking back of all the laughter of the funny things we used to say happy times have a special place and meaning memories of all what is good in life Special memories are all of
Soul vs Heart
I'm torn between accepting the fact that I'm just a technician or trying to continue my search for my calling something more soul satisfying
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
Attempting and Epically Failing
Amidst the longing for a warm embrace, From somewhere beyond you keep me company. Holding on to you like my saving grace, The force pulling you to me drives me to insanity. Never have I known I was capable of this Reluctance and fear that cons
rush?
In days walking in emptiness castles Shining and smirking about full dreams I wish let they just once come for real Your day are in rush Dust is days of the rush I listen grasshopper singing and catch fresh air Am I really walking in empti
Aging
For i said i would never get old no frown lines no grey hair. Just a mind that fades in and out from time to time. We call it having a senior moment. Now you can not steal my line because that is all mine. When you see me on th
Until Better Comes
Just not good enough Still I’ll settle for this Until something better comes along It worked well enough with a job Maybe it’ll work for love Fed up and dissatisfied I walked away from my job Surely I’ll find another that’s better There we
rsa
when they drys out they skitters along the foot paths all year long [non deciduous] some are colored some aren't
Treasures Abound For Some Lucky Wader
While wading in the shallows of the beaches on Florida's shores,I often think about what may be buried just one step further than I had traveled.
NANA
Without her my life would have been very different. You are very much missed.
skinny thing
I want to fall in naked trees I want let they catch me They can not Eating is something immoral beautiful I want it like effervescent mind blows I can not Fume and vapour like gentle breeze Nakedness it takes every breathe Silently stroke
Not Very Far
This one says it all
Memories Of The Sydney Tram
A very interesting narrative-poem that reflects Sydney-Australia's history, the Government in later years regretted their mistake as the Middle East fuel embargo appeared in the early 1970s, forcing cars and buses almost off the roads through lack of available fuel, had they had the trams it would have helped emensely as they ran on electricity, had it happened 12 years early the trams may have survived and buses may have been scrapped, their Melbourne counterparts have always had trams, Sydney's last tram ran to La Perouse and souveneir hunters kept parts of the last tram which came back without lights, yes it happened that way as it is now all a part of history. The poems colours are the same as the Sydney Trams colours.
Memoreis of Vogelsang
Just remembering two days spent in a trench in Germany
This army lark is a walk in the park
A wooded hill in Germany on exercise
This army lark is a walk in the park
A wooded hill in Germany on exercise
The Little Boy I Knew
My youngest brother and I were always very close and I remember writing this for him when his son was born. OH MY! I went to his house for Christmas this year and got to meet his new grandson. What happened to that little boy I knew??? He's now a Grandpa. Where does time go?
The Way Of The Gun (Part 2)
This is Part 2 of this poem as it was too long to post in one posting. so here is the conntinuing part to "The Way Of The Gun" (2012)
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.
The birth of music
we all have heard that lilting tune "the day the music died" but we all know that's not the case let's put all that aside let''s go to the beginning where the whole thing was unlatched discover now, just what went on the day the music h
Rain
Rain . . . Softly falling down . . . each drop a symphony of sound . . . as it hits the tin roof . . . tap . . . tap . . . tap. It can sound just like a sad song with a slow beat . . . the kind that makes you daydream . . . and feel
The Lighthouse
This is a true story and it tells of how ships were protected from running aground on on hazardous reefs near coastal ports, it is called.... "The Lighthouse" Editor: Marikia Written: 5 February 2013
Strange day
My soul melted away in the twilight of such day as the sigh of silk is ripped the soul! As in the giddy waltz has turned earth the day is gone the night has come in the dreams I wander among the stars and the moon on the dark earth embrace
Learning
A gift a spectacular Man gave me xx
Men in Clouds
Give us just a little Nobody there Just a cold breeze that crawl up to my skin Then I look at the sky A gigantic cloud upon me I wonder who is up there Then I saw pairs of eyes Illusion? Yet those whispers came What makes you
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 4)
The continueing part of "Legend Of The Black Dove" my great adventure epic. Editor: Marikia Written: 1st April 2013
Oh Well Oh Well I Still Hope For The Best
Get some sleep and we’ll talk tomorrow Maybe then everything will change You’ll forget what you said and I’ll forget your creasing brow I’ll pretend it’s not black and white but beige Coldplay serenades in my background as I try to shut my eyes
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 5)
The Continuing story of the Black Dove Editor Marikia Written 3rd May 2013
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 6)
The continuing story of the poetry serial "Legend Of The Black Dove" Written: 9th June 2013 Editor: Marikia