story her life
just thinking it
she
From monuments high On pillars of stone She stands alone Her gaze Her features Her sensual body set in stone Frome granite stone Her gaze fixed She stands For all to see Model set in stone For she is the attraction The model for al
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
Nevermore
Can't wait to have time to write more!
Michael Jackson Memories
I have been watching documentary videos of Michael Jackson. The best one was with Oprah.
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
80's Songs
Just making up some songs related to things that happened in the 80's. Ronnie Rap is an actual song by Ron and the D.C. Crew.
"Homesickness"
I remember my happy childhood Protecting wild animals and sowing seeds of brazilian wood Now and here, at the Highlands, my personal exile i am not able to express any smile... Far from the native Nature Facing urban traps in spite of being more
Dixie Mine Cave
Oh yes Whaitpu...oh how we danced!!!!!!
Nevermore
I hear the distant echo of a song I knew before, it hovers o'er the river I swam in days of yore, when enclosed me only sunshine and all the world was mine, 'fore penury got its grip on me in the dark'ning veil of time I hear the distant ec
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
UTOPIA I
This poem is also a reflection of my life and the life of indeed all mortals. It is believed in many myths and legends across the world that pre-earth experience is blissful, especially as evidenced from the life of the foetus. It is also believed that the expectation of every foetus is that the life outside the womb represents freedom. Alas! They are fatally mistaken. Little wonder that newly born enter our world with crying. The same expectation also goes for most africans and Asians who flee their homelands in search of greener pastures in Europe and America. Sooner or later they found out that the presumed paradise was actually not as they thought. The lesson from this, it is hoped, is that man must take reponsibility for all his actions and seek to solve his problems as they arise and not to run away from them. God defends only the brave and patient - not the indolent.
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
lady toulouse
free inspiration..a memory..so vain
merged into one
so many times i'll get thinking of a poem and get to a point then just can't think of how to finish it then i start to think of another poem.
Need I say more?
you tell me. . .
Once Upon a time
Nastalgia
Past Art
How easily people can let go of the past through words .......
WORDS YOU SAID
Words you said
Chicago Is My Kind Of Town
This is a parody of Frank Sinatra's My Kind Of Town. Went to Chicago with a friend this last Tuesday. We couldn't get out and walk around because his friend was out of town and he couldn't afford to park his car so we just drove around Chicago for four hours sightseeing.
Not Your Enemy..
Sometimes we are our own worst enemy..and critic.
only you
Its in hope of love,when one feel all alone,and just each day and night keep imagination how her love should be.
DENIRO AND PACINO
THESE TWO GREATS REALLY SHINE ABOVE THE REST! MERYL STREEP GETS THE NOD FOR THE BEST ACTRESS!
Waterfall of Words
My soul quickly tarries, spirit uneasy in sleep, and stilled pen rest crooked upon the desk, there is silence in the resounding echoes of the memories becoming grotesque. Yet upon the days birth I do wander, fields of earthly scents confuse,
Just a Tail; A contribution for Shadow
I loved ox tail stew! I was brought up very strict, and don't you know it, I broke many of the rules.
"Baking"
Hello to many of my friends here and gone, Life,s a funny thing xxSoph
Waiting
Long days and nights
IN MY EYES
written 04/12/1969, and dedicated to my son, about 2 wks. after his birth ! What a beautiful time in my life !!!
Summers a Beach
Yes I said Beach... Sand and sun...hard to beat!
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
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.
Then and Now
thoughts of yore
Misspent Youth
just because
You Know, I Never Liked A Rainy Day
I wrote this poem, in rememberance of all the little girls, that married the little boys-that they once thought they hated so much, lol Having 6 brothers gave me lots to draw on, one in particular- that teased all my friends, and made them cry, and then married the one that hated him the most !
Music’s song
I listen to music I remember days, New Saddle blankets, dusty gear Sweet straw under beauty’s feet The air mocks days in duster and hat Rain popping on felt I feel the wetness on my cheek I’m in love with this moment I listen to music and
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.
Shadows of Light
Not much to say...
The artist that drew the rain
all is about a good friend of mine from our childhood. he was a very talented artist. he passed away few years ago
A Birthday prose
A Birthday message to know I remember
Wenn ich mich erinnere könnte (If I could recall)
I wrote this about my early childhood in Germany. We all have memories like this and for me, they remain like a dream akin to German singers description of sailors fated to never reach land and Hawaii are more fantasy than a realized expectation.
Changing face
I just changed my face ! actually the picture. What do you all think of me? lolz?