All That Wonderful Music
I have been reading The Billboard Book of Top 40 Hits. It had every song from 1955 to 2000 that made it into the top 40 count down. When I was growing up in the 80's I would listen to Casey Kasem and Rick Dees count down the songs. I got a lot of good music from listening to the radio on Sunday afternoons. They still have the Rick Dees on 106.1 on Sunday from 7 to 11 am. The last part of this poem is from the Carpenters.
DYING EMBERS
Africa was at peace and tranquility before the White man came. Chinue Achebe's THINGS FALL APART and NO LONGER AT EASE are clear testimonies to this fact. But the Europeans came with the Bible and build Cathedrals. Our people abandoned their sacred traditions and the pristine paradimns of peace and harmony. But today, everything is in disarray.
CAN U FEEL...
CAN YOU FEEL MY LOVE? CAN YOU FEEL MY THOUGHTS? CAN U FEEL MY BREATH? IF U WANT MY LOVE LET ME DO T HOW I WANT IF U WANT MY LOVE LET ME MAKE IT HOW FEEL CAN U FEEL MY LIPS? CAN U FEEL MY TOUCH? CAN U FEEL MY HANDS? IF
A Schoolboy's Dream (circa 1984)
* Upper Blue Mountains townships (they were back then); really just outer suburbs, of Sydney, now.
Remembering
How old must I be to not miss The company and embrace of She Faithful to the end I never strayed But not for the want of dreaming. Doing a woman’s work as I live alone I learn of the sacrifices made The drudgery willingly endured Nare a thou
Searching
They say dreams are for dreamers. And how I use to dream. So entertaining. So hopeful did they seem. It was said I could walk through a cow pasture. Come out smelling like a rose. Now that good luck is hiding. Where does it go? I could use a
The Final Act Epilogue
Burns and Allen, Mary Livingston and Jack Benny were real people. Their love for each other was real to. Both couples remained married until death parted them. The characters of Lily and Tony were total fiction. Dave
Returning to Me
The clock on the wall is ticking. And I am not where I am suppose to be. But I feel as if I am where I should be. I know others worry about me. For that I am truly sorry. I have been there for many. Now I need to be here for me. They see a
Gaslight
This is a nostalgic look at the....'Gaslight' Written: 20th July 2013
Living in Africa
more childhood memories
A simple Life!
Free verse
postcard
On the line I hang some postcards I sit and ponder The views I see On display Images of life I would like to see What lies a head My past have seen My post cards my past They are written change can not be My past my memeries Stor
Spinnin round 45
I'd like to hear an old song today Spinnin round 45 I'd like to hear it in the old way Spinnin round 45 Let the music stir my soul Feel good and tap my feet Nothing like yesterday's rock n roll When every song had that beat The record pla
The Circle of Life
Life just seems to be an endless circle Never knowing from day to day I've been Reading in Poetry So I decided to write another one My first one in a few Years Hotrodlarrys
Down South
Down South there are flaming beds of mountains and the days are yellow and cross in summer the heat swells upon
2017 Review
2017 is almost done, just today and this weekend left
When I ..
When I die I wish to come back As one of her tears, What man would be no lucky As to have been conceived In her heart. Born in her eyes Lives on her cheeks And die at her lips.
An Oldfashioned Christmas
After discussing for hours which is the nicest indeed The Family watches as dad finally cuts down the tree Walnuts and nutcrackers, shells on the floor Babies are crying, small cherubs that we all adore Stockings hung full and candles' light danc
Winter
I look out the window see snowflakes. Like ballerinas dancing to inaudible music. People wrapped in colorful scarves wandering through the streets of the city. They go to homes to warm hands in the bonfire of love. I look out the window m
I Would Buy That For A Penny
A reflection of life in the early 1900's Written: 11th July 2013
mirror mirror
Into the mirror I peek Seeing my reflection My out line Its me starrin back My changed image Older wiser But in side young am I Never feel my true age Still feel twenty one But hay mirror mirror on the wall you never lie to me You
Long distance lovers
Just reminiscing about an old love
I was never very sociable.
I was never very sociable. I never fit in those circles of friends Where each one tries to show off more than the other, I never liked being the center of attention. I like simple things, simple people, Eternal loves and lifelong friends.
Alas!
Alas! The journal of my youth has all been subscribed And the fresh greenness of my life has become grey winter As for the state people call youth… I don't remember how it arrived or when it ended
IS SILENCE A SOUND??
Memories, sweet memories
Fairies
this is a fascinating subject I find. Buried in myth some say Fairies watch over all things to do with nature and on that I agree Others think fairies are creatures of mischief personally I think thats the Imps. Others say, they are creatures of spite and malicious I can't agree with this. How can such a beautiful thing be that way I know a romantic I am but still. To goblins and the like go such things as spite and malice. Glamour Stone this is a stone found at the bottom of a brook that has a self bored hole in it made by the tumble of the Brook's water. Not one found on the beach or made by sea legend tells us that if you look through the hole of a glamour stone a fairy you will distinctly see haven't tried it before ask you sometimes its best to let legends remain legends. Did you know that in early legends they did not have wings but floated around on leaves and backs of birds? Only since Victorian Times have they been accredited with wings yes I myself do believe in fairies
Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe
This takes us back to the good old days of....Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe Written:11th July 2013
vegas
I wrote this over40 years ago its what happens to people that love the easy money
The Dragonfly
Deeply lost.
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
4 am
It’s 4 am and I’m still not ready to think about you yet. It’s 4 am and my eyes won’t open; my heart won’t close (to you).
Spring's Sundown
In Springtime's bloom my bones, supple Willows; danced in simple purity... through salt-marsh dunes waving Goldenrod wands. Time was a friend stretching out forever~ to brighter tomorrows of mystery, and everlasting love.
A Princess Rests
Written at the time!
Poems of love
I want to write poems of love just for you Fragments frozen forever of our time together. I want to sing songs of joy just for you Moments of magic never forgotten but most of all, I want to say "thank you" just for being for me my own poem
PERSONAL MEMORY TRIGGER....
do we ever give up those special memories that link us with childhood or youth....and with so many ensuring triggers are established in countries around the world miles apart, it's like tributing to a form of home sickness... felt by many who have made another country their home.....
What is old?
I wrote this a few years ago
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just pure wishes
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.
Song written in spring
Find the content and life of your meaning Flourish with each day at sunrise. Enjoy the drops of morning mist And dancing among the grass feel free. Hear the bird singing somewhere in the branches Grab the rainbow of colors and close it in your h
Questions
Questions, An answer to our ingestions, But what do we do? When we question our questions? A conclusion made, A spade is a spade, The last note, Of our seranade. Not the correct answer, Just not the correct question, Who am I? Who have
The Wiseman of Digby Nova Scotia
I guess I'm beginning to feel my age creeping in upon me. I seem to be reflecting on life a little differently than I did not so many years ago.
Come closer....
Come closer to me My sweet baby and Give me a little hug. Come closer to me And give me a soft sweet lovely kiss. Come closer to me And touch my hands Make them warm. Come closer tome And give me your Pure and honest lov