wishes
i wish, i wish that i coud be what ever i set out to be, when i was young and oh so free, have someone that would love only me, some one with my life to share,be there for me and always care, thought i had that but was so wrong, im left alone
A Simple Toast
A toast to the timeless cowboy.
Memories of a "Cheese Danish"
this poem is about feelings breaking rules,and cheese danishes
A lady late
she will meet me yesterday I saw her as like as usual as fresh as wallpaper 's flower she wanted to come to me yesternight we had had a bad struggle and childish fight i always told her no to do such deeds we were freind ,there is no
attention span
another day without a care...i hope i can get there.
The Cowgirl Poet's Persuasion
Writing of what makes my heart sing.
nursing lives
"old friends...sat on the park bench like bookends" for Richard Holbrooke
Torn between
This is life and sometimes we have to make tough choices at the expense of breaking each other's hearts, which can’t be helped. Couldn’t go to sleep last night and watched a nice movie - hence the inspiration.
The Christmas Ride/Jinglin' Bells
Riding a green-broke colt to town one Christmas Day and the excitement that ensued.
Christmas Tree
A quiet Christmas tree ritual and Christmas spent up in the timbers.
bad decisions make good stories
ever notice how bad ideas make good stories remember how you told your Mom that you'd be right home after school but went trestling instead with Johnny and Lawrence and you ran like a fearful wind when the train caught up and any one of you coul
i love a good story
"Oh Dudley"...."Oh Nell" ;-)
sea of voices
Come to the sea of voices as you walk upon the beach look back your generations so many gone to sleep out there with the stars somewhere baton holders who ran the race before i miss you now last people standing in a household while ones
Simple Little Ranch Truths
Observations from growin' up on a ranch and it's life as an adult.
A Cowboy's Christmas Play
A poem about a Christmas play.
A Gift In The Hay
Thoughts of Christ's humble birth in a stable.
Promise Of Christmas
The comfort of Christmas.
Without title
This is a translation from Russian of Eteri Agaronova's poem, dedicated to her late friend.
Ernest
An old Guy Sacked. After Years of serving the Firm
terminal youth
Oh to be young again bouncing up and down with giggled drama running in all ways free to smile the hours passing childhood easily not thinking or caring when will we grow up to play tighter games with rules we don't understand the days...t
playing with trains
imagination trumps realities
$1.00.......True Tale No.3
I recall an incident from my very early youth. I was around age four. My family lived on a white oak lined avenue in a suburb of Baltimore, Maryland. The year was 1956. Just up at the top of the hill, five houses beyond my house was Oakleigh Elementa
Glove
The author is a remarkable Russian symbolist poet of the beginning of the 20th century Nikolai Gumiliov. In 1921 he was shot by the revolutionary government on the charge of taking part in a counterrevolutionary plot. But in reality he died due to refusal to divulge information about the plot. His wife – an outstanding Russian poet Anna Akhmatova - wrote in despair: My husband's in grave, My son is in cell, I plead you to pray for me, pray.
In This Day
I went to my first class reunion this summer and met someone awesome who made me wonder whether I would do things differently knowing what I know now.
an era long gone.
after watching a programme showing the victorian-edwardian era..so fascinating..had to put it to a poem..it was just like a journey back in time..vivid..and meaningful..
salis in underland
Salis in underland it is not a poetry nor fiction, there is here lack of action for this is underland ,my grave a bautified dressed man in cave some winds passes the vacant graveyard i passed those days of difficulty and being hard a shad
Dixie Mine Cave
Oh yes Whaitpu...oh how we danced!!!!!!
~Time~
We all see the passing of the days.. and as we get older those day go by faster. We need to be happy within our selves. So we can look back an smile. Saying "Time well spent..."
Forget Me Not
Forget me not my love You'll always have my heart. Where time and love and people meet We'll never be apart.
No Time
Hurrying about. Without a thought. No time to worry about silly things. Ink pen stuck in hair, no barrette. Who really does care. No time to rest must finish work. If it is possible I think my brain hurts. If I slow down hunger would catch u
Tears for Cleopatra...
Er, I do not feel comfortable revealing on the worldwide web, whether this is a true story or whether I made it up, C'est la vie...
Longing
Written for a love that is far,far away across the world.
Cowboys Are Cowboys Just the Same
Cowboys are the same everywhere and the commute to and back from work each day.
pondering
FREE STYLE
The Dress
Funny how no matter how old I get I still will think about the wedding gown as if I were still a girl.
Oh~ You~ Cowboys!
Observations of the life that surrounds me- of goodness and simplicity.
route 66
click image to get the full photo of route 66
venice-one dream
One of my dreams if it could be to visit Venice city on sea the colored house so sharp a blue the decore streets the peaceful view the small canal and cove
just wishing
Just wishing just hoping that is what people do everyday everyway whatever our heart is saying to us new people new lover maybe a somewhere else everyday everyway whatever you aspirations are saying to us rekindle reawaken embers
the station
Approaching trains brought me to you my eager journey at last done my suitcase too i climbed down to you i walk to exit and family meet and leave you there but for a while yet too return on cycle rides my footsteps lie invisible u
The Program
I'd raised my kids as a single dad...introspection....
Right
I waqs on a journey of self discovery...early 90's