Climbed a Hill
memories of north wales 1980s
Amid Chaos
This write is an angst
LIFE
I will sit in the far corner of life Observing where it all came from, And where it is going, Allowing it to flow like a river through time Touching but gently all that it passes. All that is flowing through me Leaving thought in its' wake
story her life
just thinking it
Sitting alone
In the fan cooled room I sit alone in the buzzing silence sadness and regrets churning within me. Many were the mistakes made unuttered words and phrases others spoken in anger in the bitterness of frustration some sins committed decisions
Enough of mourning
Enough of mourning and of pain It´s time to live and laugh again so take my hand and let us walk, spend an evening with good talk. We´re alive and today is ours let´s feel the sun and gather flowers. For tomorrow who knows? Enough of problems
Now
Now, what is it? A point or speck of dust in time frontier between past and future? And the past? filed contents of life lived our personal computor unchangeable with memories sharp as steel or jagged broken glass bitter as unripe olives. O
You did not cry for me.
You did not cry for me as you slipped away into that slumber with no awakening but I cried we all did I cried for you, for me, for all of us left behind. We cried for what was, had been and all the would have beens of your life. You did not
Great Grandma
She was a wonderful lady
Through My Eyes
This poem is about how we try to see the other side of any given situation.
Winter
You came to me in winter, On aprils frost you flew, Stirring up the leaves, with a bitter wind you blew. You told me all your secrets, and shared with me your pain, And then you left me guessing, Drowning in your name.
Revisited
Have an unbelievable amount of amazing memories of this place .....
The Valiant Lady
In memory of the lovely carved ladies that graced the bows of sailing ships of by gone days.
Dawn to Death
Relating the movement of love to the movement of a day. Again, this just came to me out of the blue.
Country Man Life
Wake up early this morning to make breakfast The strength it give all day have to last Cook up some ackee and salt fish This they say is the national dish Roast some breadfruit to go with cooked green bananas Unsure in his mind whether to drink
Anywhere Cold As You
Alone in the cold, nothing hurts more than losing you. The longer I waited, the thought of you slowly became faded. I dreamt the day you'd appear again, but that's just a reflection inside my head. It wasn't supposed to be you leaving, for a while
Get Into It
Feel the music go through you bringing your body to see the dancing is all for ME MOVING GROOVING To the beat then letting it go so all will know that the beat has got into you and through you. It is in your mind. It is in your soul.
Perplexed Flare
This eternal flame that’s blazin’ with glee Brings thoughts of what could be Of a tale untold between hearts unfree Disobedience equates a nifty fee This flame that flickers oh so brightly Envisages a knight so mighty Of ideas so lurid and un
Chick on the stump
A ssssssssshrill
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Waiting
Long days and nights
Once and Once only.
I remember a person that was kind and giving.. a happy person..living each day saying life was for living. Time and life; and with expectation dulled blunt The once shining eyes dulled slowly.. then sunk. Do it now... you people..experience it
"Who's Ridin the Lightenin,n Dancin onThunder"
when i kick that ol shovel head, n she lets me hear a pop,n then roar i,jus let her idle, til her oil is pumpin, thats whats bring us to life, my blood begins,flowin and my heart starts to thumpin, It's a sound just a few ,will ever,understan
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
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
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
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
Without title
This is a translation from Russian of Eteri Agaronova's poem, dedicated to her late friend.
Din Guardi
Din Guardi © D Heckels The only memorial of all that is told are of sieges and valorous chieftains of old from that bleak rocky throne in magnificent pride Din guardi stands with its secrets it hides Bard divint tell ya tales aboot y
salis in underland
Salis in underland it is not a poetry nor fiction, there is here lack of action for this is underland ,my grave a bautified dressed man in cave some winds passes the vacant graveyard i passed those days of difficulty and being hard a shad
The Dress
Funny how no matter how old I get I still will think about the wedding gown as if I were still a girl.
Witchcraft Ghosts and Extra Terestrial
I enjoy visitors at my home Nobody would believe i have these typese of visitors However all is well Peace love and blessings to all
Time Tunnel
I like to explore enjoy travelling meeting people being sociable loving and caring the time tunnel
Jane Fonda Raquel Welch and Bridgit Bardot
As a child I watched these three stars excellent and talented people all had something to give and although they may have faced rejection they continued to perservere I love them all
The Final Act
This was a short story that's been on my mind for a while. Do you want me to finish it? I know that sounds odd, but time, for the moment leaves me. Please let me know... Dave
The Final Act Part 6
Still with me? I know it's long. Almost there...
Sunday Morning Sidewalk
Sunday is a difficult day for me It is a family day it is a religious day people are emotional Kris Kristopherson song tells it all On A Sunday Morning Sidewalk
Rejoice Like a Child
It's good for us to take time out of our lives to remember the joy of being a child. It teaches us to appreciate all that we have and all that we are.
fun 80s
hidden song titles and singers of the 80s for fun
ABC poem..conclusion J-Z
P art 2 of this poem of pop b egins with a K and then stop J is for the jackson five (-courtesy of gashly) K inks gave us a WATERLOO SUNSET L ulu took full advantage as a student whose song was TO SIR WITH LOVE M ud loves to dance with those
My Thoughts
Images in my heart, my mind. So strong I can feel them. Some so sweet and peaceful. Others not so kind. Exhaling breath to release negativity. Letting go of all thoughts. Rainbows colored like a fairy tale. Sparkling rain drops gather into p
Good Old Mr. Murphy......True Tale No.2
I was born and raised in the suburbs of Baltimore Maryland. My parents were hill people from West Virginia who had come east during World War II to find jobs. They were hired on at Glen L. Martin Aircraft which was later to become Martin-Marietta Cor