Under the sky
Peaceful places allow us to get away from the chaos
Great Grandma
She was a wonderful lady
lady toulouse
free inspiration..a memory..so vain
~man in black~
Fellsman inspired, ty.
PEOPLE NEED PEOPLE
"There is the silence of a great hatred, And the silence of a great love, And the silence of an embittered friendship. ... There is the silence of those unjustly punished ..." (Edgar Lee Masters, "Silence") Some life experience that leaves indelible mark, hard to wipe off, if ever. You know what I mean...
Music Box Ballerina
I'm sure a porcelin ballerina would like to be human for at least a while and people sometimes need a safe and carefree fantasy world to ease their stress.
senses revisited...
words for your own senses revisited ...
~moonshine on the bayou~
something a little different for a change, cheers. Da da da da da....da da da da da.
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
dark soldier
figure me out yet im a real mf
voice of the cold soul
hmm i dunno yet if i like this one too revealing shade must stay hidden forever corrupted by revenge
An Old Oak Table
My simple country lifestyle...
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
Hippy Boy
Just saying what a country boy is....inspired by Odette's Gypsy Soul.....thanks
Winter
You came to me in winter, On aprils frost you flew, Stirring up the leaves, with a bitter wind you blew. You told me all your secrets, and shared with me your pain, And then you left me guessing, Drowning in your name.
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.
Through My Eyes
This poem is about how we try to see the other side of any given situation.
Emerald Airplane
Deep waters hiding a mystery from long ago; the remains of a mostly intact aircraft upside down on the ocean floor with a green glow. The craft identified as a WWII-era Curtiss Helldiver SB2C and is now available for all to see... http://you
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
LIFE
I will sit in the far corner of life Observing where it all came from, And where it is going, Allowing it to flow like a river through time Touching but gently all that it passes. All that is flowing through me Leaving thought in its' wake
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
This Is My Life !
Life defines in Metabolism, In reproduction, we make our miniature selves, our look alike In the power of adaptation, like what is in now, What is fashionable, how I blend with all of you How I mimic you, how I become a clown to you,
Say No More
This poem is pretty self-explanatory. I wrote a raw form of it some time ago, and just recently tailored it to my liking.
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
Texas Longhorns
Born in Texas during the American Old West; Renegade ramparts; Tenderfoots just read the Bible and pray for the best. Dusty ole saddle coddles my blue jeans; I ain’t made it beyond my teens. My main focus is the Rio Grande, rounding up f
Humble Little Home
Simple little things in life are priceless...like a rustic cabin in a sleepy hollow....
The Last Farewell
To thee I sing a song of farewell Tis time for me to move on These many nights together we spent To me was the best of the best So why? you ask, do I move on Tis the bug called Wanderlust And even though my heart breaks apart It's onward I m
Memories
While out walking an idea about a poem describing memories came to my head so by the time I got home a new poem was born
Memory
I remember a sermon about good intention paving the priest raving soul saving money craving I remember words that fell from my fathers mouth wasted on youth obviously truth all gone south I remember my first love a new way to see life
Face the true
A golden dove came to me telling that you were leaving me Why? Don't you just tell me from your own words that you not happy not anymore Things will be fine just face the true that you had fallen for a friend of yours Im not mad at you a
reality
this is just a refledtion of days gone by, you're welcome to use it , if the shoe fits, wear it.
A SONG ABOUT YOU
Garold Registan - a famous Russian poet-lyricist, song writer.
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When February's tapping at the window pane, When distance is obscure from raging snow, I so regret that miracle won’t happen then, That neither joy, nor sorrow is to ever fly In through my window like a freezing bird. And it is snowing. Snowst
All titles sound like cliches :)
What do YOU think the poem is about? ;-)
Fairy Tail
I want to live in a fairy tale, to love to be loved, to know that someone is waiting for me at home. I want to live with love, I know I have it somewhere in the world, waiting for me to find her. I want to live in a painting to be a beautifu
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.
SWEET HOME IRELAND
After 35 years of longing for Ireland, I went there in 2006 and spent 10 glorious days. I was overjoyed when that plane landed and when it came time to leave, I felt my heart had been torn out. The connection I feel is very strong. I got to see the Lakes of Killarney gleam, and every delight Ireland has to offer. I would go again in a heartbeat. Blessings!~
Poingnant
What is wrong with poingnant? Poingnacy touches the heart and soul and a good cry can sometimes make you whole To sit and reminisce with coming tears but no remorce The washing comes so easy withot force or maudling sadness I keep her port
Restless Wind
Reflections on happier times sailing with my dad...
The Old Park Bench
The park bench calls to me Old weathered wood with knots Worn to silken smoothness from time Inviting me to sit and share a moment The green grass soothes my bare feet Poking through my toes with tickling sensations Moisture cooling the heat fr