He aprendido
Se trata de los valores perdidos en nuestra sociedad y mas por el respeto.Me sentía inerme al ver la degradación de nuestra raza o como somos como seres humanos
Daisies round the clothesline
childhood
"Self Pity"
I feel so much better now...lol!!
...'OL ROMY'...
This is poem of my earlier life and the drastic results from Nagoora Burrs...in Horses manes and tails and saddle gear..sometimes funny .sometimes with devastating results..QH. ....M.B.Poems is my copyright...
Past
I am always alone looking in from the outside Do not really belong to this world that’s around I belong to the times and the lives of my past My bones are buried in so many graves I walked throughout history and the times of yore The savagery of
Ticket To Yesterday
I was born with a ticket to yesterday Tomorrow came along and life sailed away Who created such a work of art The treasure was mine and then we had to part Then the shoes I walked in were made for me The eyes I looked through could really
Night Time
I found peace amongst the darkening skies Soon stars will whisper night times lullabies The worries the stress the everyday mess Making a way for nights gentle caress A moment a minute in time who knows Time to relax and just let it all go J
honestly...
im a poor educated man
My very first woman in life
Fabuleuse chanson!
The Impossible Dream!
Time marches on into eternity, no one can stop the ticking of Father's Time's clock!
Michael Jackson's Birthday
Watched a documentary on Michael Jackson and just am still in awe of his contribution to music and dance. He will truly never die as his music lives on forever.
Carnac
Recently, I had Phyllis from America and Tess from Switzerland both contributers to this poetic corner,stay with me, I took them to visit the Carnac Alinement, some 4000 standing stones in lines and circles, believed to be in excess of 4,000 years old, this poem written to remind them of a happy occasion, it will be difficult to relate this poem unless one made a visit in person or via the internet.
For
*For you* ~NS~ Nov 19, 2012
Enjoy The Day!
Pondering what's life about!
To all ye Poets on this site
Dedicated to you poets in this site who use words to express the beauty of emotion, and the inner peace that it brings.
Lieasure Time
felt relaxed one of favorite things to do
The House.
A free verse poem (more like an extra short story) based on a dream I once had. It resembles the darkness of society's expectations of people. We are all beautiful and our bodies and personas are our houses. These are temples which we change and deconstruct according to what other people want. You are beautiful. Be you!
Storrington re-visited.
Storrington a village that derives its name from Saxon times, Stor being the stream running through, and ton a dwelling place. There I spent my childhood,recently I re-visited those bygone haunts, nestling still beneath the Southdowns, this my reflection.
desert Moment
self EXPLANATORY
Yesterday's Gold
Do you remember yesterday's gold A treasure of memories suddenly unfold Where sunset was slow on an old dusty road When anxious summertime arrived with it's glow A car would travel through the neighborhood And on a loud speaker you could hear
The Alternative Ending - Part Two
This is a tribute to a writer friend who recently passed away from the big C, he led an interesting life where much of it was as a hobo and drug addict. I read much of what Rain wrote, and I was always amazed that he was still going strong, though strong is probably not the right word, but he was certainly still going. Charlie is my own invention, someone who spent his life as a no good bum, and had a tragic lonely demise. The sort of demise that Rain must have expected in his early days, his alternative ending. Unlike Charlie, Rain redeemed himself, met someone special, and lived his final days as a loved and respected writer. RIP.
The Alternative Ending - Part One
This is a tribute to a writer friend who recently passed away from the big C, he led an interesting life where much of it was as a hobo and drug addict. I read much of what Rain wrote, and I was always amazed that he was still going strong, though strong is probably not the right word, but he was certainly still going. Charlie is my own invention, someone who spent his life as a no good bum, and had a tragic lonely demise. The sort of demise that Rain must have expected in his early days, his alternative ending. Unlike Charlie, Rain redeemed himself, met someone special, and lived his final days as a loved and respected writer. RIP.
Love me now
The truth or knowledge is given by a mathematical formula, the difference between your knowledge of reality and the knowledge of others
Face the true
A golden dove came to me telling that you were leaving me Why? Don't you just tell me from your own words that you not happy not anymore Things will be fine just face the true that you had fallen for a friend of yours Im not mad at you a
Walking with Shadows
Reminiscing, thinking, moments of time captured in a simple walk, just expressing a moment of life.
One Journey Thru Life
I feel sometimes I take turns in life that changes me. This is an expression of one.
Ode to joy
I live where beauty surrounds me, and this my tribrute
Dancing tango.
The tango is a meteohor ,
Mistakenly, mistaken...?
-when one tries to help/share a feeling with someone who is not genuine
Who You Are ?
That age old question, that we all have asked. Does anyone really know, who we truly are ? Often not even, our own selves, or the ones that we often thought truly did !
A promise
Yeh, not my best but I promised a poem to a beautiful girl so here's a kinda rush job. For you my friend. Have a nice day Peace.
If only
If only I had the choice To sing like the great Ruffi Enchanting the hearts of millions And getting tons of applause! Wouldn't that be really nice? If only I had the choice To attend my friend's birthday,dancing And singing the night away
A Sonnet to time
This poem was written for a Lady who had kindly brought my published book of Poetry. She in the Autumn of her life, wished something on which to reflect, and in addition, a personal memento.
I MISS YOU
MY LAND , MY FAMILY
Thoughts on a rain soaked morn.
as the title suggests.
Golf Tips
Just some random tips I've heard over the years. I have been golfing for 31 years on golf courses. I used to just whack a ball around with a 7 iron I got from my brother down at the ball park. The par was 3 to hit a cement block and 3 the other way to hit between two fence posts.
SOMEWHERE
Just rumbling.
It Is Time
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Look back to Spring
How in the Autumn of our lives, we look back in hope its hours to regain, the truth lies in the magic of each day of our lives? regardless the season.
A Week at Clare College
I spent a week temping at Clare College, Cambridge, UK, in 2010, and felt transported back through time to envelop its history, its culture, its journey through time and its atmosphere. The result was this poem which I originally set with a photo background of its setting on the river Cam. I hope you like it.
Memory Lane.
This a poignant walk, never forgotten and brightly burns within my memory
In Prague
A final dance before the music stopped.