MIRAGE Of A Man
new approach to this poem.
A Nostalgic look at time
Do you remember way back when life was much more simple then. With Grandma’s stories, nursery rhymes. Gas was but just a dime. With Model_ As and Model T_ fords we ran the roads always towards. Atlantic city old steal pear diving horses an
For all Elvis fans #2
Now we friends had believed in a dream Never Ending, and It’s A Sin that we thought this to be. For nothing is Today, Tomorrow And Forever. Even a U.S. Male such as he; Slowly But Surely the dream grew dim, And A Little Less Conversation was ven
Tomorrrow
Tomorrrow is yesterday waiting to happen today is poor and so is my life used to have a family thay live with the wife
Fine
Dreams can sometimes bring back good and bad memories.
Early One
Darkness lit by breaking dawn Shimmering light on water born Profiling swells of the morn And yet to come Crystal clear but has a bite Residue from a dark cold night Wetty on nice an tight Time to get undone Paddling out through the brea
Summer Love ...
Will summer's love transcend Or will it fade like the last red pale rose. Clinging to the bush.. Destined to die a slow and lonely death.. Can summer's love reach beyond the supple green branches full of life and hope To the crumple
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Another translation from the Russian poet Sergei Yesenin
woman
best wishes to all women
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Translation from one of the most well-known Georgian poets Galaktion Tabidze
I love you silence
Many times silence says all.
"Missing someone who really sees me"
Living a "cat and dog" life Hopefully i don´t have a wife... I miss my wise father... And now i take care of my old mother... I really need a safe shelter Maybe later... Now i should be strong And so i remember an old brazilian(maybe portugues
"Homesickness"
I remember my happy childhood Protecting wild animals and sowing seeds of brazilian wood Now and here, at the Highlands, my personal exile i am not able to express any smile... Far from the native Nature Facing urban traps in spite of being more
Knights of old
I stand before you as a knight of old My suit of iron glistening in the sun A hero from the days of yore A quixotic echo of days long past Yet underneath lies a man of broken dreams A man out of step with modern times No need for chivalrous i
fine wine sunday morning
fine wine sunday morning. love life watch as the sun is burning. but be still death could hit you without a warning. careful when you fall down to get back up and sing. fine wine sunday morning its gonna be some day.
shy girl shy guy
thinking about what shyness does to people..from someone i met in my teen years.
Train Journey
The train left the station to England the south west the scenery and journey must rank amongst the best through devon into cornwall she sped along that day journey that would through dawlish and its bay the red cliff clay exposed to view ne
The Wanderer
I wrote this poem out of the blue as a sense of restlessness overcame me.
sunday morning 1965
Sunday morning 1965 Author: serpico12 (IMG]http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x373/bridger777/64609.jpg Sunday morning in the country hear the birds the dawn chorus sing breaks the silence of a new day wondering what the day will bring
Dear heart..
Dear heart I know I broke u in many pieces Many times and every time I tried to put u pieces Together to recover u, I know is my fault for U pain dear heart. Is only my fault,because Everytime I think I hope people Change or still Exist ho
Once a child
Once a child lay on her knee who could know what happens to thee So you ll crawl and they applaud watch you walk with smiling face Come to me voices call
My Hometown
Not long ago i had a chance to go to my hometown.The town where i grew up, and went to school, my first love, and first kiss. I thought I was so smart back then....... So many memories were made there. Mostly good but some bad also. But whil
"I don´t wanna choose who is more suitable to me"
there is someone who is asking me for a relationship but i am not sure if it is a good idea...
"Danish Tales"
here i express my favourite fairytales from my childhood... and nowadays i really don´t know the influence of them in my present life...
ABC poem..conclusion J-Z
P art 2 of this poem of pop b egins with a K and then stop J is for the jackson five (-courtesy of gashly) K inks gave us a WATERLOO SUNSET L ulu took full advantage as a student whose song was TO SIR WITH LOVE M ud loves to dance with those
Superbowl
I want the Packers to win, so this inspirational poem should give them the courage to do just that!
lady
Lady lady watching me every time i stop to see lady on the sands of time calling me with her mystery
"I have a southern heart"
I am living my personal involuntary exile But i keep my roots, my living treasure It is not a question of life style I am just saving my delightful pleasure Why should i spend my time??? My Love has no reason, has no rhyme... Distance won´t kee
"Mystical Honeymoon"
i am still inspired by Kitamura Kigin(japanese poet from the XVII Century)... i combine the love theme of "Iwatsutsuji"("Wild Azaleas" or "Rock Azaleas") with other elements of eastern poetry such as the scar of a warrior, hope from an auspicious star and the scent-probably from an incense of indian clove that shows a spicy inner feeling... about the queen bee, probably i don´t deserve this kind of relationship, and so, being humble, i compare myself to a beloved quean because i am not the main consort or lover to this unknown worthy drone...
Parting
No more love to share, no more joy and care, You’re leaving soon, taking my heart with you, Taking hopes, delight, all that’s ever been mine, You're bent for the future, I‘m staying behind. I’ll be left with myself, I’ll be done, I’ll be lost,
"Something has taken you so far from me"
I am trying to uncover my deluded feelings towards an invisible mirror where i am able to foresee a tragic reflex of a love relationship that it isn´t responsive... Perhaps my otherself is still shallow and selfish and so i meditate if i am guilty or not guilty when i face my own behaviour and inner feelings while there is a lack of Love and i keep on being lonely and suffering a lot... Perhaps i am understanding my failures in matter of love relationships; by other hand i recognize my personal worth and my meritorious deeds even if am still hopeless and despised by others...
Looking for my unknown kalyanamitra...
a kalyanamitra is a spiritual friend who is able(maybe, maybe not) to be a soulmate, in short a beloved one(any worthy otherself)... "kalyanamitra" is a sanskrit word... i guess i prefer "gewa chennyen"(kalyanamitra in tibetan) or "hao p'hon you"(kalyanamitra in chinese) or "kokoro no tomodata"(or "shin tomodata", kalyanamitra in japanese)... i really don´t know... words float in the void when i try to understand their deep and genuine meanings... Let there be kalyanamitras!!!! May all Heavenly Beings gather the kalyanamitras here and now!!!!... forever...
He Plants Kisses On My Back
Kiss and fly.
Duck
If the ocean was wiskey and eye was a duck, i'd dive to the borrem and never come up
Goin Back
Once i heard a thoughtful song its theme was goin back cut by dusty springfield a fairly well known track oliva song of country roads gave her much success helen shapiro got a hit in walking to happiness yesterday when i was young windmi
Revel In The Journey
Written in honor of my maternal grandfather whose education was very much like these written words.
Still Ground
A low sun rinses daylight from skies paled by December, the placid crunch of leaves echo beneath my slow steps in the late afternoon coppice suffused by dark hazel light as thin frost and traces of snow pinch the air, whisper of winter. From
RatBoy..
just a bit of silly verse about myself lol
No Regrets.
I was trying to make sense of my life and how I now look towards the next 'journey'. I hope this poem doesn't come across as too morbid, it's an acceptance of 'what is and what will be'.
Mitcheltown School
It was an old closed school up a long steep driveway with a huge concrete playground. It was also surrounded by a pine tree forest. We used to play there as children.
My Daughter kimberley when she was 3 (almost)
Kimberley was a beautiful little girl who could never stay clean. She didn't care how grubby she got, she just had fun.(this is most of her life). We called her our joyful bubbly one.I had a lot of fun with her and still do. She would do anything anywhere for a laugh. She's now 22.
Fleeting Moments
The brush of the invisible. Raising goose bumps upon the flesh. The shadow seen out of the corner of the eye. To turn and face and nothing there. The erie sound of your name being called. Familiar voice but not sure. The feeling of a weight on