A LOOK.......
A LOOK WAS GIVEN ITS STILL IN MY MIND BY WHOM ITS GIVEN WHO COULD BE SO KIND?
Capturing the moments
Often, we are in such a rush...our days to busy to take time to see what is around us, people, nature....today I spent a quiet time, reflecting...and thought of moments...
film memories
In the theatre of our mind images entertain mary astor to clara bow greta garbo to Monroe sweet charity call her Shirley tiffanys breakfast with Audrey sound of music julie andrews singer dancer leslie a warren in the theatr
partys over-silence lingers
walking into empty rooms with only silence there the party is now over people leaving happy you stay to clean the mess silence she just watches and gently would caress noise has left a while strange the feeling now the fervour of the voice
i feel it hot..
my dream hot..
distant steps
I met you but too late on a railway station in my teens my other family step sisters only a step away but it might as well be the moon got to say raised polite were friendly too but the door into their world was slightly open
Stains
An ink stain on my jeans...
marathon mind
hmmm....file under health...or nostalgia...
windows 2010
I have stayed in many a place because of them The view they afford…..the light they let in Losing myself for hours on the streets outside Watching the patterns of life unfold ….rain against the window, blurry – comforting Reflecting in on anothe
memory of 1975
It only feels like yesterday when i said goodbye to her i left my suitcase in the hall of the guest house on the prom it was only 9am as i walked for the last time up the street across the road and there you were sublime just standing stil
skating alone
skating to music by barry manilow in a park covered with snow to the sound of your Walkman playing manilow songs such as these slowly skating now TIME IN NEW ENGLAND brings memory turning your face as you skate then going faster
ward sister
thinking of a ward sister..from the 1980s
rita hayworth
My journal reading you as i told you things of me kept the record of events of yesterday to recall rita hay worth rising star shone with light near and far gilda you became separate tables another name then your star lost its
new days old ways
file under nostalgia ;-)
The Feeling
Feelings - come and go like waves - sometimes softly cuddling the shore, other times crushing roughly upon it. I encoded one of the feelings inside the poem. Hope you`ll be able to see it :)
The Eye
I tried like hell to make it fit. To push it through the hole. I think the hole is big enough. But pushing it through sure seems tough. I found something stronger so..... Thought I would try again. I tried and tried but I needed to make this in
Prohibition
Don't really know what year it was, but it could have been 1924, and it rhymed... :D
Best Friends
Waxing nostalgic, can't have a dog where I live now...
Memento
Shocked Amazed Inspired by the movie "Memento". The poem was written on behalf of the main character of the movie.
Nevermore
I hear the distant echo of a song I knew before, it hovers o'er the river I swam in days of yore, when enclosed me only sunshine and all the world was mine, 'fore penury got its grip on me in the dark'ning veil of time I hear the distant ec
Remember
Can you remember? Have you gone too far? Have you grown so much? Have you totally let go? The summer rains as a child, playing till you were soaked jumping in the puddles dancing beneath the showers The autumn leaves Hiding in the piles
sometimes (reflective)
Sometimes when the quietness falls as you sit down to rest or stroll along a country path the mind brings back images full of places people and time recreating in a moment things we felt and knew play it again for me times of smiling, times
palm of my hands
Taking a look at the palms of ones hands thinking of life and all they have done and seen people they met by the shake of a hand turning the soil with shovel or fork having ones meals washing up too and as you wave palm to the view the
days of innocence
in the days of innocence and the pure clear water pool swimming where the morals my border and my rule young minds and hearts live and growing free games we children played and all so innocently only as one ventured out to deeper pools a
lastrun
The roadside, a highways graveyard for memory’s and careless litter. A million white lines blend into one The road goes on forever When your on the last run. I found my yesterdays on the road to tomorrow Degraded, discarde
little cottage
Little cottage by the river thatched hat is what you wear little cottage you delight me so tranquil within are we little cottage your river at the garden below runs there are trees a little patch of green birds sing the dawn son
music my dance partner
When i was young at the party dance and no one was free for me to romance when the music played i heard it seem to say come up and dance i will dance with you so up i got and suprised the lot by dancing obla di obla da as the music pla
Robin Hood Meets Mr Spock
Robin Hood is a legend He likes to help people Spock is logical Peter Frampton and Supertramp friendly and logical Fantasy island is here at Sherwood forest Blessings and love to all
A Thought Bubble
The difference between the world being a kind place, and having a kind of time in it, well, sometimes it's just perspective.
apple pie success
success and apple pie pieces of a life in demand for a film tv or a book every place the actor went a piece of pie they took takers keep on taking and soon the pie is gone everybody has a part of me it would seem apple pie and p
our déjà vu
here we go again...
can you hold time
can you hold time there in your hand like grains sand wish one could can you hold life there in your hand and not grow old if only can you hold love amid despair and not weary i hope so such are impossible dreams
if
if one could travel back years by some act of time go back into yesterday gone if you have some wishes to spare i would take a journey back there to alter the steps taken back then change my direction come at life again
Wide Open Spaces
an inspiration each day provides us with opportunity A time to greet family and friends A brave new world For us to explore blessings and love to all
early morning
Early morning rising on a day set for rest sun was out wind was cool view was just the best house that looked the village o er sleepy still was she distant hills were smiling a new dawn church bells later peeled aloud sunday morning sounds
Empty
smile, no shade to share good talker, good listener found porch, vacated
FUN WITH HOLLIES SONGS
At the BUS STOP he met suzzane loved her from the start but somewhere down the road of life he would hurt her heart SORRY SUZZANE were words he had to say eloise crossed his path at the fair ON A CAROUSEL JUST ONE LOOK and no STOP STO
"Night Night"
Bed time stories, we all remember.. SS xx Hi there my brightest star!
Time
Isn't it funny what becomes important when you're running out of time, Had your money all spent and accounted for right down to your last dime.. You had it all or so you thought,right there in the palm of your hand.. But what you didn't p
Beautiful Doris Day
I love Doris Day' She projected the girl next door image A sweet lovely sophistacted sensitive woman Que sera sera Blessings and Love to all
Unrhymed
Seems like a little reflection on verse but in reality it is more of meanderings on a troubled past.
spider chronicles
Make a web of calendar silk and stretch it out as years ocean wide, expanse of time year of steps, cobweb climb catch and hold retain them fast people gone and photographs of yesterday and sublime thought spider chronicles are wrought whe