Opera Man
Watched Adam Sandler and his old bit on SNL of Operaman. Wrote my own version for him for the time I've been alive since 1969.
Roots
I want to put down roots like the great oak tree, or my native mango tree, even a stately coconut tree... I like roots.
The Coat Hanger
My special tribute to the iconic bridge in Australia, The Sydney Harbour Bridge. Written: 4th August 2013
I Would Buy That For A Penny
A reflection of life in the early 1900's Written: 11th July 2013
Kingsland
An incredible movie maker, Isn't life a Riot
Christmas Tree
Twinkling lights sending morse code Filtering messages words changing to ear Lake of fire turned to ice The meaning is so unclear Words of love like my christmas tree Morning comes just another day Words weighing heavy no ones won Here to stay
Baggage
Hello thank you for reading my poem.
No Going Back
In the main, Love, Life & Hope and finality...and a few other things!
Kickit's Challenge.. That Ole Dodge Dart...
A thousand steps walking a crooked fence Memories sauntered slowly,and then they sped, As thoughts of you, Circled round and round in my head.. The essence of you.. So near yet so far.. And always with you, It was about that old car..
Trust
do you ever hear your name being called turn to find the source is no where at all just another case of the unexplained just another makings of some cantrip do you ever find you're shaking inside your hands seem to work without rhyme o
Gaslight
This is a nostalgic look at the....'Gaslight' Written: 20th July 2013
watching the clock
I watch the seconds on the clock Ticking slowly by One minute gone the minutes go by Now the hours Slowly add ed to my clock Tick tock Time goes by Slowly hours added The hours counted and have gone As I sit and stir As I watc
HOT
My body burns as if roasting I want to get rid of this heat I am involuntarily hosting Burning from my head to my feet I am tearing these garbs off now Not a moment longer, I just cant stand it I am WET! WET! I need a reprieve somehow I am lik
Chemistry - 101
To all who know the road... before it implodes...
Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe
This takes us back to the good old days of....Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe Written:11th July 2013
Gigolo..
She said to him you are just a gigolo A love robot you just aim to please. He told her I will wine and dine you be your love and flame. She said all you wish is for the price to be right and to speak of fantasies. He told her I will
unfinished
dark where secrets sleep my heart was there a key to keep bound with shadows that never weep tell stone of face a maker reaps from eyes in the mirrors deep
The Wonderful Magnet
You will have to read this to understand the true meaning of..."The Wonderful Magnet". Written: 20th June 2013
Rebirth (5)
Upon this time I can turn a blind eye To enjoy the gifts the storm did bring Cast them upon the rainbow colored sky Making sense out of the unreasoning To soar upon the mighty winds so free To smell the lavender of the vast fields To choose to
The Mystic Pyramid
Pyramids have always been interesting especially the Egyptian culture in the land of the Pharoahs. Written: 26th May 2013
image
In the mirror I look Who am I In body and soul I see me Am there in my mirror starring at me But who am I I feel different to what I see I see all my faults stirrin back at me I hide who I am my false image I present To hide who I am
pathway
this poem was written by my grandma B.J. Allen in the mid 30s and was published in the Riverside news paper. I had it recopyrighted in 2004 after she passed in 2003 at age 93
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
The Fairground
This is a nostalgia piece I have written for all the children and would be children who liked going to....."The Fairground" (Amusement Parks)
Need I say more?
you tell me. . .
True Blue Knights
This poem is a sequel to "Ode To A Policeman" it is a reflection of earlier times were knights, were medieval Police in suits of armour which would later be bulletproof vests, there is a sort of comparison between the old and new. this poem reflects this.
Blind Leads The Blind.
Waiting for the bus.
TRAVELLING WITH RAIN
THIS POEM IS OBVIOUSLY ABOUT RAIN AND HOW IT HAS THE POWER TO AWAKEN OUR DORMANT MEMORY WHICH CANNOT BE DESCRIBED ELOQUENTLY,ALWAYS.THE SOUND OF THE RAIN ERASES OUT ALL OTHER PERCEPTIONS AND MAKES US TRANQUIL.VISUALLY ALSO THE ATMOSPHERE AND THE SORROUNDING OBJECTS BECOME BLURRED.YOU DO NOT HEAR ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE SOUND OF THE RAIN.YOUR SENSORY EXPERIENCES ARE BLOCKED OR DEPRIVED OF ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT RAIN PROVIDES.THIS MAKES YOU FOCUS ON YOUR THOUGHTS AND DIRECT THEM INWARDS,ALLOWS YOU TO BE IN A TRANSCENDENTAL STATE. YOU ASSOCIATE RAIN WITH MANY INCIDENTS IN YOUR LIFE SINCE IT HAS SUCH A STRONG INFLUENCE ON YOUR ACTIVITIES WHILE IT RAINS.EXPERIENCES ARE TINGED WITH SOMETHING DIFFERENT FROM ORDINARY.THATS THE REASON WHY I WROTE IT.I HAVE FELT HAPPY,MELANCONY,FOCUSSED,THOUGHTFUL,FILLED WITH PEACE AND CONTENTMENT,ALIVE AND FRESH,JUBILANT AND NIMBLE FOOTED AT VARIOUS TIMES.LIGHT,WIND,EARTH,SPACE,SKY AND WATER.OUT OF THESE ONLY WATER IS CAPABLE OF COMING ALIVE AND MOVE AND BEHAVE LIKE YOU.AND TO A GREATER EXTENT THAN US OR ANIMALS.THAT IS WHY ANCIENT CIVILIZATIONS ALL ORIGINATED ALONG THE BANKS OF RIVERS,MAKING THE SOIL FERTILE AND THUS SUPPORTING LIFE.AND RAIN CONTRIBUTES TO IT,NOTHING ELSE.
Summer's Gone
Performed by a duet of a married couple, the Chikhladzes, the duet was a smashing success one time, long time ago. This translation will be of some help for you.
Changing faces
So odd...
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 5)
The Continuing story of the Black Dove Editor Marikia Written 3rd May 2013
Richness
compilation of places, moments, thoughts
mirror mirror
Into the mirror I peek Seeing my reflection My out line Its me starrin back My changed image Older wiser But in side young am I Never feel my true age Still feel twenty one But hay mirror mirror on the wall you never lie to me You
Mr Whippy 1967
The ice cream truck.
Video Games
Video games have come a long way since Pong came out in the late 70's. I have spent a good number of my free hours playing them. I have two tvs in my living room. One to watch dvds, vhs' and tv, and the other to play video games. Sometimes I'll listen to my music on my Xbox jukebox that holds 100 albums. I mostly have favorite songs on there.
THE RAP OF HIPPIE P!
<b>Since age 13, I have been writing and playing 60's Psychedelic, Classic Rock, Blues, even a few country gospel tunes. BUT when I heard "RUN DMC with AEROSMITH'S "WALK THIS WAY" I knew that I had to write a Rap Tune. Being a Hippie from the 60's myself, out came The Rap of Hippie P! A TRIBUTE TO THE HIPPIE COUNTERCULTURE!
She Walked with Grace (sonnet)
She walked with grace through grassy meadows pausing to smell the sensual fragrance watching the rabbits dart down their barrows their white tails flashing creating a drama Azure skies blazing, making perfect the day she laid in the grass
Just a Tail; A contribution for Shadow
I loved ox tail stew! I was brought up very strict, and don't you know it, I broke many of the rules.
A Sunshine Delight
For the love of my poppa My childhood memory when I was 7yrs old. He spoke very beautiful, in his old Irish accent
air conditioner
Another invention I am really glad I can afford. I love my air conditioner in my apartment and car. Thankfully I still have one in my car so I can keep the windows always rolled up to keep the bugs out and my ability to sing without disturbing anyone. This morning I sang to Madonna's La Isla Bonita, Susan Vega's Tom's Diner, and Whitney Houston's Greatest Love of All.
The Angel
It is about one short moment in my life
Left Behind
While feeding the ducks this morning I seen one that seemed to be all alone. Till a big one came and got it and pushed it in the line with the other babes. So this is his story according to me. LOl