Poems of love
I want to write poems of love just for you Fragments frozen forever of our time together. I want to sing songs of joy just for you Moments of magic never forgotten but most of all, I want to say "thank you" just for being for me my own poem
wind down
that indian, he ain't come to town still, summer's started windin' down you can feel it in the air some how this season's seasoning, time to avow do soldiers march with cadence strident? as sure of battles outcomes provident as time of Sol m
The Craft Of Knots
She was a great sailing ship a sqaure rig that went around Cape Horn the opposite way, my grand dad, was there.
score
she was dreaming,listening the rain on the windows.. sh'es a wonderful liar..
connecting twitts
pure crackpot creation..in a dream I met the god machine game.. sorry guys Iam autistic,but the law recognize my right to subversion. I love you all.
Shifting…
[Lorenz’s Butterfly effect: In chaos theory, the butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions; where a small change at one place in a nonlinear system can result in large differences to a later state. For example, the presenc
Enough of mourning
Enough of mourning and of pain It´s time to live and laugh again So take my hand and let us walk spend an evening with good talk. We´re alive and today is ours for tomorrow who knows? Enough of problems and of stress forget the world, it´s suc
thoughts of an insomniac
Shortly after my separation I was walking around at about two in the morning and this came to me.
DID YOU KNOW?
The older I become, the more I reflect on the irony of life, the irony being I wish I knew when I was young and pretty what I know now. The world was my 'oyster' only I did not know 'diddly squat' about life... (says she smiling at the irony!
HOMESTEAD OF THE VALLEY (All Rights Reserved)
THIS POEM IS ABOUT AN OLD HOMESTEAD I ONCE VISITED
I love you/I’m sorry/ Please forgive me/Thank you
she was my greatest love..., by far...
Two Lovers
This is not what I had intended to write But this is what I wrote Maybe somewhere in this mess of words there will be answer to the day I had.
The Stars
When I was young I'd stand at night And to the stars I'd gaze What wonders out there must there be I'd wish to fly up there I'd leave behind this earthly home And to far off stars I'd travel Alien sights and extraterrestrials My life a far r
Thoughts
I never thought the sea would smell so blue and that sharp needles of rain could caress my skin. How was I to know that the wind could whisper words of love That the grass could sing so sweetly. I never dreamed the very air could vibrate with mus
Questions
Questions, An answer to our ingestions, But what do we do? When we question our questions? A conclusion made, A spade is a spade, The last note, Of our seranade. Not the correct answer, Just not the correct question, Who am I? Who have
-to the tune of Steely Dan's 'Aja'
I've got 'steely dan' on my mind...someone we all know went to see them perform last night at Portsmouth Va (I wasn't invited). tonight, they played at one of my old haunts, Merriweather Post Pavillion in Columbia Md. Bodhisattiva friends!
Regret
Trouble is if you change the past you also lose the good things of the present
brick by brick
not one of my best
what in the world?
check your emotions at the door, ladies and gentlemen you are about to embark on a journey fastly, you will be among others from all corners of the world words will be processed and set before you how you interpret and deal with those words may
DOPE DOES DASTARDLY DEEDS IN DECEMBER
I GUARANTEE NO ONE, OUT OF THIRTY BILLION GAZILLION people,HAS EVER MET ANYONE AS BENEVOLENT AND STRUNG OUT AS ALAN DeLACKNER---u were a bro and my wife still laughs when she stuffs a chicken--missya too much! (his mother banned me from funeral)
Time in a Bottle
I will take a sixpack please
My Havana
He followed a dream to Havana, Cuba – amid communism and embargo. A beautiful country this Cuba is, and the women are soft on the eyes. There are whores, yes, there are whores aplenty, but not like the ones in Gomorrah. I’ve been there before
Carnival
The sun beats down on city streets A haze of heat lays over Concrete beast it barely stirs It is too much lethargic On setting sun the beast it stirs Awakening, reviving People throng the streets around And gaily are they costumed Music s
Reminiscence
my imagination.....
merged into one
so many times i'll get thinking of a poem and get to a point then just can't think of how to finish it then i start to think of another poem.
Red Dust
Something else I wrote in the past, which was actually a song and goes quite different....anyway just trying things out.....
Frozen in time
It reflects those words and thoughts which usually end up dying deep inside with our memories, words which were never spoken and which may could have turned into actions and spoken to the one, who could have been,the love of our life.
THE WATER'S FOOTSTEPS
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sohrab_Sepehri I'm sending you one of my favorite Persian poems that I like very much, but I know that when poetry is translated to another language, it may not transfer the feelings properly. Of course this type of poetry is very different and it has its own fans, so I hope everybody likes it. I am fond of reading this poem because it expresses everything that is around us in a very simple and understandable way. When reading it, it makes me think about the world, the creator and all creatures differently, with a better perspective. This is a part of poem if you like to read the whole, you can read it on below link. http://www.sohrabsepehri.com/poems.asp?status=showpoem&language=e&poemid=99
In Your Eyes
I will leave this one open, I think that everyone will agree that this poem reflects,what could have been, but never was ?.
my sweet Rita !
I wonder what she is doing at this hour my Andean and sweet Rita of needs and wild cherry trees Now that this weariness chokes me, and blood dozes off, like lazy brandy inside me. I wonder what she is she doing with those hands that in attitude
just words...
words written by a 13 year old boy, at the music-room a long time ago...
My Latin Love
Thought I'd do some watercolour word-painting.
your wake up call
something from a long time ago
CHERISH THE MOMENT
HOLD HER IN THE MIST OF TIME AS THE HOURS GO PASSING BY CHERISH THE MOMENT CHERISH THE LOVE HOLD HER IN YOUR ARMS LET YOUR LOVE BE KIND AS THE MUSIC PLAYS AND THE CHORDS UNWIND KISS HER TENDERLY TASTE LIPS OF WINE UPON THE EARTH WHERE
" Lost Seashore"
My childhood was left behind Now i am an old man Forgiving mankind i do my utmost as i can Love laces in order to bind Sometimes i feel like an icy pan Human touch that i don´t find... Maybe i am your unknown fan You know you aren´t mine
they told us lies
something i wrote a while back i like it :]
Always Thus
mind you, it was a tad chilly up there!!
WINTER--EARLY MORNING
By Louise Owen The black sky tingles with a million white stars; Blue burns Serius red burns Mars. Venus in the east hangs bigger than a moon, and the green-laced horizon says dawn will be soon. And the farmer wakes up, and the farmer bo
Book of Life
sometimes reflection is not a good thing, but hey! we all have our stories to tell!!
The Medicine Keepers
Simple poems written down.
In The Canyon Of The Conquistador
I found these remains by chance while trying to find some wily cows.
This Moment
No, tomorrow's no yesterdays. Just this moment. Me here alone. Nothing standing in the way. All the bad seems to be gone. Just the breeze brushing my face. And the sun bringing me to life. All the negativity seems erased. And the world is mine