A Solitary Teardrop
One of the 250 finalist poems in a national competition I am judging was called Once upon A Teardrop which inspired this write
Insomniatic
Its about not sleeping. take it as you will, interpretations open
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
Happy!
I've been searching for you While you're searching for me Taken my time Taken it all so easy Hoping you don't pass by I've been lookin in the mirror To see what I could see The truth staring back at me There will be no more l
long ride
i try wrot in inglish but my gramatic is realy poor sorry about
love in the countryside
here we are...once again beside the fire bitter wind whistling from outside through the eaves an acoustic tune piping low envelops gently cradling us in our rockers sway snug in our old jeans and flannel shirts I tamp my pipe as you border a bl
Values
A thousand fragments of broken thoughts invade my mind tumbled,jumbled, like sand in a glass uncountable grains of multi-coloured sand. What can they tell? of you and I, of us together we cannot measure the treasure we found so late in our l
north / northwesterly
back home the ocean usually blows up with a south southeasterly winds ....brings the swell up and is very messy ......as soon as the wind changed to a northerly or northwester.....it would clean up within a day or so ...the ocean crystal clear the surf pumping haha ...the westerlies have a way of holding up the face of the wave to create a feathering effect as the wave breaks ..........no matter where i am on the east coast of oz when a northerly blows ....i know where i should be ..........
When illusions fall
Memories create strange feelings, sometimes we do everything... to avoid them
John Candy
I was enjoying the special features of Planes Trains and Automobiles and the comedy and touching moments of this movie. If I had to pick my favorite movie of him, it would be this one. He was also good in Uncle Buck.
Fayum Mummy
Fayum Mummy Portraits Of Old Peering-Out -> Through *Eyes* So Bold Tell Of Stories Of Lives Foretold
Modern Ways versa Olden Ways (epic)
First let us take our friend the horse a noble creature who serves us well supplying us with a source of good compost ferrying us here and there in fine style pulling carts and carriages with aplume carrying riders proudly on their backs seldo
The Spring
Memory when I got first time of my spring
statue ( 40 word challenge)
On the plinth the object of beauty Cold to touch marbled in stone Elegant captavating figure Fine detail Long legs Tall and eligant This living structure Made with love For the eyes the ordiance This sculpture for all of us
The Impossible Dream!
Free verse
Dance with me
Do you wanna dance.. nice lady.....
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
Spring Of My Heart
feeling old sometimes, lol, but know I have a young heart still, like sweet sixteen. want to play, love and dance....but really!!! do I look like anybody's tantie?.... :(
Shades of Blue part 3
Part 3,and the final lap on this little trip into the past.
Shades of Blue part 2
Part 2 of this 3 part trip down memory lane......
Shades of Blue..part 1
A piece of nostalgia....a mixture of fact and fiction. This is part 1...
Time
It is indefatigable never tiring Creeping up like a thief So that you never notice it Silently like a unknown predator Stalking you Suddenly you realize that time has passed And you are Suddenly A little greyer, A little
Shadows of Light
Not much to say...
Old Age
This is my first attempt at a nonet which consists of nine lines. The first line is 9 syllables and the succeeding lines decrease by one syllable each. The line syllable sequence is 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1. It may or may not rhyme. I dedicate it to the older folks at CS.
the endless time
YOUR FUTURE LIES BEFORE YOU, LIKE A DRIFT OF FALLEN SNOW. BE CAREFULL HOW YOU TREAD IT AS EVERY MARK WILL SHOW an old mans wish SOME OF MY MEMORIES ARE QUIET VIVID, WHILST OTHERS HAVE FADED OVER A LONG TRAIL OF TIME, I HAVE TRIED TO BE AS ACC
SMILE
LIFE IS SHORT,BREAK THE RULES, FORGIVE QUICKLY, LAUGH UNCONTROLLABLY, AND NEVER REGRET ANY THING THAT MADE YOU SMILE
Glimpse of the Non-Essential
Tattered jeans... Skids across the floor... Yesterday’s...want-a-be; Yesterday’s whore. No laughing matter; nothing has changed; whimsical teacher~~ the girl next door. Glimpse of the non-essential; glimpse of a false dawn; yesterday’s
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
war
REMEMBER THE WAR REMEMBER THE DEAD REMEMBER THE COST OF LIVES ITS SAID REMEMBER THE TEARS HEARTACHE AND PAIN REMEMBER THE FIGHTING FIGHTING IN VANE REMEBER THE PLANES BOMBS THAT FELL REMEMBER THE HIDING BENEATH A WELL REMEMBER THE SCRAMBLING
Remember the Days!
Oh! To be a Kid again!
The Poet
This is one of a few poems I wrote inspired by paintings by Marcel Lorange. He liked the poems and asked me to make a book with him, but I ended pulling out as my creativity dies away under the pressure of expectations and having to deliver *slaps self* but I did dearly enjoy writing the poems I did write for his paintings. His use of warm colours really soothes me somehow, and this is definitely one of my favourite paintings ^^
Her Portrait
A sonnet about an old family portrait painted long time ago of a very beautiful woman whom I still share feelings for.
heart beat
:-) I feel my pulse It beats so fast It pounds my chest Bangs like a drum The drum beat of modern life Fast beats in my chest Powers my blood quenches my thirrt Feeds my bod y my soul My xsoul x :-) beats in my chest where's is i
To behold
waiting to exhale I think....
Childhood
Once we were all children!
Where did they go?
Feeling lonely for some of my lost friends over the years. It seems the good ones go away and the bad people stay. I wish it were not that way.
He.
A chat with a stranger on a bus journey.
"Behind"
As the seasons of this life change My story continues to be written on page by page. Been there and came back again. Don’t know when it will end. But when its time. I’ll smile and leave everything behind.
Linda Paloma
A most lovely Mexican-American lady....
A simple Life!
Free verse
This Old House
The old house had seen better days Times when all the rooms were full laughter traveling through the air times of glee, pranks and joyfulness Now it looks so sad and in need of repair sagging porch, cracked window panes the paint peeling, all
Thinking Of You....
Sitting here I am lonely, Thinking of you. I wish you were here, Beside me, By the fire.... I'd really love, Your arms around me. But distance, Makes my heart desire.... Then, I call your name. Staring into, The candle flame, I