Past Art
How easily people can let go of the past through words .......
A Journey - Kickit's Challenge
A thousand steps Walking a crooked fence A journey back in time Was so young, can't believe So much older now A thousand steps Walking a crooked fence She was so young and pretty Said our vows in a country church Our love will last forever
Moving On
I think when we are ready to move on in life each of us knows when it is time, be it emotional or physical moving. We know when the journey needs to move on. To stay complacent would somehow stop the growth.
Isolation
I often feel like I don't belong, specially in city life where I am forced to live. I long for the countryside and the calm life it offers. Iris
The rain keeps falling
Something that came to me during one of the many rainy evenings this summer. How I miss the sun...
"Who's Ridin the Lightenin,n Dancin onThunder"
when i kick that ol shovel head, n she lets me hear a pop,n then roar i,jus let her idle, til her oil is pumpin, thats whats bring us to life, my blood begins,flowin and my heart starts to thumpin, It's a sound just a few ,will ever,understan
Once and Once only.
I remember a person that was kind and giving.. a happy person..living each day saying life was for living. Time and life; and with expectation dulled blunt The once shining eyes dulled slowly.. then sunk. Do it now... you people..experience it
~Try a little honesty~
Well, you say that you're not sure.. if you really are in love, or if you ever were.. you think you've got it all figured out.. all those times I kind of guessed that you were looking for a way out.. and so you got it.. got just what y
The Catch
Nothing like a pretty hankie to catch tears of joy or tears of saddness.
View of an empty street.
Something that came to mind as I chilled out early one morn...
Teds war story.
Written for a dear old friend who we all adored.
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
Remember Gram
A Memorial Day sonnet written in tribute to my dearly beloved Scottish Grandmother… Bless you Maggie !!!
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’)
Blind Minds
Have we not all endured the exhibits of those in youthful position of minor power, who advertise with great clarity, their lack of humane wit and knowledge. This poem is an extract from my recently published book, 'Pen Painted words', available from Amazon.
An Empty Clothesline
This is about my great grandmother Minnie Adams who lived in Mt Eden, and my sister and I would stay with her at times,she was 99 when she died. She came to New Zealand from California in her young teens, and went with her husband to go go kauri gum digging. What a beautiful amazing lady.
THE DANCE
MEMORIES
The Alchemist...
The ‘shadows grow long’, youthful zest wanes, Dreams are dimming, the Abyss is yawning ever wider, Smiles have retired, And, Meaning, like some elusive chimera, fades fast... Nothingness is longed for, Enough of pain, Enough of angst-filled
Calista
There was a women called Calista Taft who was born on April 12, 1832 at Huntington, Vermont. I am relating the feeling of an attraction to just 'her name', one of the most beautiful names I have ever heard.
story her life
just thinking it
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.
Springtime
When springtime comes and the snow is melting, I just want to go and leave the old for the new. Again.
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
Bah·rain
For poets, Frenchsilk, moonlight31, and all others who add their salt to the mix.
When I Was Your Age
This comes from what I image my dad's dad said to him.
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
All titles sound like cliches :)
What do YOU think the poem is about? ;-)
reality
this is just a refledtion of days gone by, you're welcome to use it , if the shoe fits, wear it.
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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
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
Humble Little Home
Simple little things in life are priceless...like a rustic cabin in a sleepy hollow....
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
Hippy Boy
Just saying what a country boy is....inspired by Odette's Gypsy Soul.....thanks