Penzance to Exeter
Yep its pure sarcasm, but I do it so well!!
Domain
Why is it some people want you to be what you dont want to be. I made myself and I am happy with that, despite the issues!.
Unforgiven
While morning 's light creeps silently through the ivory curtain, She awakens to the sound of a red winged blackbird, singing a haunting song of promises to come. She reaches over and entwines her fingers through his, and contentedly l
Last Breath
Maybe melancholic, but a great friend told me that they saw it as live life for what it is today!!.
Languishing With Siberia
Ah my friends, I watch so much from the outside, yet who are we to percieve poetry. You write, I write, are we so different?, I have a love so far from the maddening crowd, let me bestow you, with thoughts, of a longing, of a past love that sees itself with Siberia, the coldness, the emptyness, the heartlessnes and the lonelyness. But it has its own beauty and it certainly has its own ghosts. Are we not but ghosts of the future, and who will recognise this ghost of one we approved and loved upon. All I can offer you my friends is poetry, born of emotion, born of freedom but most of all born of passion. Poetry is not about metre, not the correct syllables, not precise in its manner, it is about you!! and your wants and needs, embrace me for I am poet!!. I have been missing, but to many not forgotten, may the peace of poetry be upon you all.
MOON OF MY ANCESTORS
I wrote this poem as a result of my trip to Ireland. It was actually SIX years ago that I went and May 8th was the day I returned to my front door. The connection I felt in Ireland was something so moving and deeply spiritual for me. Leaving was like being torn from my soul. I hope you enjoyed it!~
Book of Life
sometimes reflection is not a good thing, but hey! we all have our stories to tell!!
Dear Poets in our Poetry Corner,,,
Just to say thanks to all who contribute here in the poetry corner, for sharing your thoughts and hearts with us here!
MEMORIES
My Mom loved tiny yellow flowers and butterflies. The anniversary of her death will be Aug. 5th - 10 years ago.
My Ode To Summer...
Summer always seems the shortest season to me.
My Lost “Houdini”
Ever noticed how often a few polite emails and then they are gone, lost forever as if they never existed. What a strange world this "Cyber" world is at times. So I suppose "Houdini" is a good title for one who disappears without trace. Maybe some dont know of "Houdini" but he was the most famous escapologist ever known.
My Soul (Paloma Challenge)
Bit late, but I always take my time!!, thanks for a great challenge my friend.
my previous and hopeless life
Just reminiscing. But so glad out of it now. thanks all for your read and comments. SR
Always Thus
mind you, it was a tad chilly up there!!
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
Last Poem (Two versions)
The understanding of mortality, I sent versions to friends who came back with their favourite version, yes and they differed. personally I dont know which i prefer??.
Birthday Wish
My birthday approaches and I feel blue wish you all were here in Trinidad... Jim, Liam, SCatlyn, Morgen, Imagine, Candykid, Ken...hey ok everybody just charter a flight and come.....lol. I want a really big party.
Salad Days
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ~Norman Cousins~
Mystery
good job I am still a hunk then!!
Alexander (Kickit Challenge)
I have seen some lovely poems on this great theme from Kickit. I have tried to envisage that no matter how great you may be you still walk your own crooked fence. Rob
reality of hate
some people never forgive the smallest of deeds hate is there guiding force
Summer Love ...
Will summer's love transcend Or will it fade like the last red pale rose. Clinging to the bush.. Destined to die a slow and lonely death.. Can summer's love reach beyond the supple green branches full of life and hope To the crumple
Shifting…
[Lorenz’s Butterfly effect: In chaos theory, the butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions; where a small change at one place in a nonlinear system can result in large differences to a later state. For example, the presenc
I love you/I’m sorry/ Please forgive me/Thank you
she was my greatest love..., by far...
CS Poetry Corner
I posted my first piece here on CS Poetry Corner in June 2013. There was a great camaraderie among the poets then and the subsequent years. It was a wonderful feeling that inspired other poets and myself in our writing. I have written this piece in honour of those days. It was inspired and motivated by the song: “Those Were The Days” by Mary Hopkins https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3KEhWTnWvE
My Melody
The twentieth anniversary of Only one of the coolest bands ever "Weezer". They were a big influence for me then and now with my music playing- writing, and poetry.The song below always reminds me of good times because Ive been playing in my garage since I was ten. Wow twenty years, I never really accepted I was getting older until I heard Pearl Jam followed by Led Zeppelin on the classic rock stations. "In The Garage" I've got the Dungeon Master's Guide. I've got a 12-sided die. I've got Kitty Pryde And Nightcrawler too Waiting there for me. Yes I do, I do. I've got posters on the wall, My favorite rock group, KISS. I've got Ace Frehley. I've got Peter Criss Waiting there for me. Yes I do, I do In the garage, I feel safe. No one cares about my ways. In the garage where I belong. No one hears me sing this song. In the garage. I've got an electric guitar. I play my stupid songs. I write these stupid words And I love every one Waiting there for me. Yes I do, I do. In the garage, I feel safe. No one laughs about my ways. In the garage where I belong. No one hears me No one hears me sing this song.
Stains
An ink stain on my jeans...
Memento
Shocked Amazed Inspired by the movie "Memento". The poem was written on behalf of the main character of the movie.
These cypriot men.
I was trying to explain today to a friend,why I like traditional Cypriot men,but couldnt find the words.
Blackheart
Everytime i look at you i see my past my present and my future all wrapped up so perfectly. It would be so easy just to be with you To say good-bye to all of the reasons why.. It could never work with him.. And yet,even now.. I can'
Bah·rain
For poets, Frenchsilk, moonlight31, and all others who add their salt to the mix.
Homestead re-visited.
I no doubt like many others, left my very small and humble Hamlet at a very early, now unheard of age, to seek opportunities not available in our Homestead, so this poem captures a nostalgic return in later years.
The Autumn Affect
There's something unspecific about the autumn nights A certain shad
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.
Shades of Blue..part 1
A piece of nostalgia....a mixture of fact and fiction. This is part 1...
Misspent Youth
just because
Dressed in White..
Depicting Winter snow as a new bride....Just letting my imagination roam freely. Christmas is a time for family and fond memories.
Am I dreaming
Things that make you go hummm
Book
And so be it
The Little House That Grew Into A Home
What fills a home. Mary asked me to post this for her.
Dandelion Dreams..
It was a beautifully gorgeous sundrenched spring day I had the urge to get outside to chase away the winter doldrums and mingle with the earth and so I called to him , his eyes lit up at once at the idea of frollicking on the lawn Ah but ther
Precious Bits Of Being
The mind, processing what a busy day of living calls forth.
RE: angel blues
ah mimzy thank you so deeply adorable heartfelt deeply appreciated dear friend...
RE: The single squirrel
No claustrophobia eh Noah...lol I'm locked in my mind I get used to it......
online today!RE: To Each Their Own
Good ol Karma. I prefer good Karma. I enjoyed your poem. And the devil in me likes to think that if someone purposely hurts another in life there will be Karma waiting for its time...
RE: Cinderella sleeps
thank you kindly martina truly delightfully beautiful comment dear friend deeply appreciated...
RE: Old man of the sea
This one didnt get away!!! lovely read...
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