Time
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Back and forth goes the clock. Eyes searching for a face. Memorized numbers in their place. Round and round goes the hands. No beginning no end. Once was calculated by just mere sand. Passing through an hour
PEOPLE NEED PEOPLE
"There is the silence of a great hatred, And the silence of a great love, And the silence of an embittered friendship. ... There is the silence of those unjustly punished ..." (Edgar Lee Masters, "Silence") Some life experience that leaves indelible mark, hard to wipe off, if ever. You know what I mean...
A SONG ABOUT YOU
Garold Registan - a famous Russian poet-lyricist, song writer.
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just pure wishes
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just A deep emotion
MEMORIES....
playing music that reminds us, of a special time and place.....
Thoughts on my 84th birthday.
What can write to celebrate the years, made better for having endured harsh unspeakable times, yet in such times, the beauty of nature and the hope that belong to the human spirit moved the pen to compensate the ill born days of childhood, I daily grateful for my vision and the air that I breathe, so thank you for sharing it with me.
When I knew Me
I remember long ago when worries were few Everyday was brand new I was happy as could be When I knew me And the world kept lying And the world kept trying Telling me I had to be Someone else And how strange now it seems I forgotten so ma
Time is ticking
Time theory
IS SILENCE A SOUND??
Memories, sweet memories
Unbroken.. Re-Written
A cowboy poet's will to survive despite rough going.
Playing my music
I have been putting off digital music till my friend got a car without a CD player or a tape player. The technology has been out since around 2003.
Dancing The Night Away
As Morgen said, it seems like the "blues bug" has struck the corner lately. I thought I would brighten it up a bit with a happy "fun" poem. Perhaps others can do the same.
Nothin' Such I Love So Much
After a long winter springtime in New England is miraculous!!
Bumblebee Wine
From a very old, old tale from Vermont Hill Country
Alauna-Alaunos
Footnote THE FARMER'S FOLLY One of the most imposing reminders of the Percy family in Alnwick is an eighty three feet high Percy Tenantry Column which is known locally as the Farmers Folly. The column designed by the Newcastle architect David Stephenson was constructed in 1816 and lies close to the southern end of the street called Bondgate-Without. It is one of the first sights to greet the visitor to Alnwick from the south. Legend is that the second Duke of Northumberland (a Percy) lowered the rents of his agricultural tenants by twenty-five per cent to help them through the period of agricultural depression which followed the Napoleonic Wars. It is said that the tenants were so grateful to the Duke that they erected the great column in his honour - topped of course by a stone statue of the famous Percy Lion which had been the emblem of the Percy family for centuries. But the story is that the Duke, far from showing gratitude for the monument to his honour was more interested in the fact that his tenants had been able to raise the money for the monument. His reaction was to raise their rents once again - the story is however only a legend.
Jamie Allan
Footnote Jamie Allan - famed piper, gypsy, serial army enlister and deserter, horse thief, and jailbird. (Jamie Allan was a Northumbrian piper, a border gypsy, born 1734 in Rothbury and who died in the Durham Lock Up in 1810 where he was serving a life sentence for stealing a horse from Gateshead seven years earlier. During his lifetime he became a legendary rogue, but one of immense talent as a musician, often patronised by the aristocracy who, however, became wary of him when his wayward behavior began to match their own. As he grew older his attraction to them diminished and his struggle to survive intensified along with the other gypsies who were regarded as rogues and scum and treated as such. He retained a few loyal supporters, mostly on the North side of the Tyne, who tried to get him released, but they failed and he died confined miserable in Durham. For some he represents the spirit of the borders and he retains the affection and admiration of most musicians carrying on the tradition. This song is written as a celebration and salute to Jamie Allan, warts an’ all.)
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some memories
swim
once you came to me your style of heart gave all for free I thought you were free when you told me what you wanted to be we used to stand around counting time all we had how we could never be sad we might freeze in our form was warm by our
Keys, Hammers and Strings
seven years old untapped talent passion even then do you remember? we met and with every scale i touched 88 generations of my past my future they were all familiar and loved me as i loved them with every chord the whole world
Grizzly Adams
Grizzly Adams was one of my favorite shows from the 70's. I just got it on DVD last night.
Tell what secret you own?
Tell what secret you own? What is so mad, I love you. Tell what secret you own? That without you already, I can't. Tell what secret you own? That you dream often at night. Tell what secret you own? That I ceased calls friends. Tell what secre
A King Unprotected
I miss playing chess!
Meager Reason ND
An anagramic melody...because you made such an incredible impression on me.
How high is the sky?
Had a similar exp with a group of friends (5) we got it up and going and used a string that span 5 kilometres ...when it hit the mark it was still quite low ..after half An hour we decided to reel it in..it was total chaos and lots of bravado each one lasting not more than ten mins ..after 5 hours and with another 5 friends rope in to help ..we finally cut the string and ran home with our tails between our legs ..by the way ours was the only kite that flew the highest and longest ..our competitor got their string snapped halfway and it crash on top of the flat ..we never played kite again
Deja Vu
another from my private collection of thoughts...
The Gong Show
This is my favorite show so far this year. It dates back to the 70's and I watched it back then too, though I only remember the Unknown Comic.
A DAY AT THE BEACH
Pensacola Beach is all I said it is, I witnessed these occurrences at a visit to said beach.
The old town
thinking about an aging waterside town.
the model
Porcelain skin Smooth to touch You stand on high for all to see Figure 10 Features less face hidden You look from monuments high On folk below No one knows who you are Your past hidden future unknown drapped in your best For all to
LIFE'S WHAT YOU MAKE IT (REALLY!)
I can't be the only one who has been screwed (numerous times) at a job. Taunted, lied about, turned into the bad person when 100% right. I was pushed to the edge a couple of times (postal pushed). Point being, others can derail your plan of making it........... Tweaked 7/17/17
Sighs
Composed on the fly.
Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYvj7oeIMCc "God, shine your light down here Shine on the love Love of the loveless"
The British Isles
I’ve travelled all over England From Land’s End to Carlisle From Lowestoft to St Leonards and I’ve seen the dales and the Fylde I’ve been to the Isle of Wight, And Whitby has its charms I’ve lived and worked in Blackpool I’ve visited cities
Emily Youcis
I first saw her on Steven Colbert back last year when she got fired for her poliitcal views. She was a nut vendor at the Phillies games in Philadelphia.
Untitled I
A nostalgic poem about childhood
The Seer
Just thoughts and ramblings.
Back In My Day
Just thinking back to when I was younger. It has been 37 years since those days and I guess each time period has its pluses and minuses. My big minus is going to work. My big minus back then was going to school.
HEARTSTRINGS......
A fish hook may be tiny, but once it takes hold it can become a powerful tool to trap and hold......just like memories acting with heartstring........
Im just a woman
we all have a dark side. just dont let it take the lead
CONTENPLATIONS
Sitting here behind my window, watching the anger of the rain pelting down as if in pain. The wind doing its best to blow it over the hills to the forest in the west. My latter years spent pondering sitting here watching the world go by. Memo