The People Grumble in Vain
some of my friends have their children in the war zone emotions are scattered all over Soldiers live and die Don't ask me why And the People grumble in Vain
The Dance
Everytime I feel the wooden beam beneath my feet when I first get up on it, it takes my breath away that I can still do that? The control and the freedom of being there such a high.
The Orpheus days
just remembering back ...many years ....
The Dancer
Circa 1970...
jukebox
see the jukebox in the coffee bar holding songs making memories put your coins in and make a choice fill the room with a voice golden oldies one more time hear them play with a rhyme good bye to love the carpenters even now b
Fantasies
Just for fun
"Courting"
mayb, we could dance?
Musical Intstruments
This is a poem about the things we may take for granted the different colours of music and entertainment People who are creative and express themselves A wonderful time Blessings and love
My Life
Sometimes I hear a song playing on the radio it takes me back to a time of yesteryear. When I had the whole world ahead of me. And plans as big as the sea. I thought all those plans were going to be wrote in stone. Little did I know what life had
You Make Me Feel Good!!!!!!!
Nothing like a good pair of shoes. Feels good looks good. Oh ya.
"I came across a tucked away poem"
I came across this poem i had written quite some time ago. for the first time I added to my poem...... SS To all the lovers of art, in which ever form it evolves. x
illusions of safety
... so through smoke and mirrors we could say: 'we saw the light of day,' it seems like things are not quite working... but we dream. to what of all the nuts and bolts that hold us together? they've disappeared from my clench'd hand hidden
Seeing beyound by beauty...
Seeing beyound by beauty Means you are not artificial And you look the love You lookthe power of mind, And that soul whom will Be forever near you and Especially in those sad Times,when u need understanding. Is not enoughjust beauty If you d
My Thoughts
The quiet of the evening was settling. In the distance I could hear a radio playing an old song. It was the time of day when parents were readying children to bed. My thoughts seemed to suffocate me. Everything seemed so right, but for me so
down on the corner
growing up during the vietnam war it was the best of times it was the worst of times life goes on they put a man on the moon and they kept positive also
Make me do anything you want
It touched my heart when I was a child It touches me now as an adult A beautiful song If you get a chance listen to it love always
It's raining and.....
It's raining and I sit In my bed,listening a Slow romantic song, And I remeber by your Beautiful eyes looking To me and telling me my love. It raining and I sit in my bed, Remebering by first kiss in the rain. It was raining outside ,a summe
Sometimes
Sometimes I sit and wonder about things that some may never think. Like where does the water go when it goes down the sink. I now know. It seems wondering helps one to grow. Sometimes I sit and day dream. About things that may never be. Picnic
Your Birthday
A lost love, written a few years ago, but still in my thoughts
Broken
A framed print upon your wall.. A still shot of the two of us.. Sitting close together, on a bench, Near the falls.. And to the casual observer.. I'm sure we must have seemed the perfect pair But if you look a little closer.. If you too
The Hall
I walked thru the empty halls. Where memories echoed off the walls. I found it hard to breathe, as emotion swept thru me. My vision blurred from so many thoughts. Like the fly in a spider web, that was caught. Memories all so very clear. A
No, I'm not Byron
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
ghosts
There's a tombstone in a open field, Close by an old ghost town. The epitaph's been weather- blown away. There's a bell tower where petitions peeled, Its been half torn down. But it must of softened every soul that came to pray. There's a s
Big Red Monster
Bah hum bug.
Drinking you in...
Damn good bottle of wine...
northerly direction
deep as a dry well
Returning to Me
The clock on the wall is ticking. And I am not where I am suppose to be. But I feel as if I am where I should be. I know others worry about me. For that I am truly sorry. I have been there for many. Now I need to be here for me. They see a
Beginning
The silence is thickening in and about me. The need to be wandering out in the land envelopes me. Reaching the door in what can only be described as staccato steps. I linger and look back. No reason to stay. Close the door and inhale the air
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CROSSROADS
CROSSROADS I met up with crossroads back when, I must have been about nine or ten. We saw these signs along the side Of a dusty road on a weekend ride. We’d often drive to places unknown, Down any road that would lead from home. These untra
Chain Reaction
On obtaining refugee status in England in 1978 to evade conscription into the South African army.
Just Something!
Something thats constant, that doesn't flicker or sway, That keeps its own balance in a masterful way, That holds to the truth and the way it should be, not youth, but the vision to see, Something thats stable to anchor us to, To keep us
just one more thing
oh...and one more thing...
I AM BECAUSE YOU ARE!
Nostalgic
My Life As Two Dogs
Last summer, while out with my Dogs, I watched them play in the bog. It was such an entertaining sight to see them frolicking among the heather and wild flora, without a care in the world. So this "song" came to me like a bolt from the blue! I ran home as fast as I could. Well you don't allways have a pen and paper handy.....Do You?
The Trail
Some memories last a life time.
night lines
dissonance without purpose is noise and understanding chords harmony the essence and attributes of God are adjectives and adverbs pressing my thoughts, breezing, air like across vacuums and miles and epochs back to when we heard the sound
NOTHING BEATS...
In memory of the true love of my life Tthat's yet to manifest!
Past and Future
Just thoughts
TEARS
Written on a down day!
Two Women
Dedicated to Jacqueline Du Pre ,and Jacqueline my friend