Dream
My soul melted away in the twilight of such day as the sigh of silk is ripped the soul! As in the giddy waltz turned earth the day is gone the night has come in the dreams I will wander among the stars and the moon on the dark earth embrac
"Mystical Honeymoon"
i am still inspired by Kitamura Kigin(japanese poet from the XVII Century)... i combine the love theme of "Iwatsutsuji"("Wild Azaleas" or "Rock Azaleas") with other elements of eastern poetry such as the scar of a warrior, hope from an auspicious star and the scent-probably from an incense of indian clove that shows a spicy inner feeling... about the queen bee, probably i don´t deserve this kind of relationship, and so, being humble, i compare myself to a beloved quean because i am not the main consort or lover to this unknown worthy drone...
Beginning
The silence is thickening in and about me. The need to be wandering out in the land envelopes me. Reaching the door in what can only be described as staccato steps. I linger and look back. No reason to stay. Close the door and inhale the air
down on the corner
growing up during the vietnam war it was the best of times it was the worst of times life goes on they put a man on the moon and they kept positive also
Bewitched
Halloween was an interesting day during my youth The sounds, costumes and behaviour all good Moody People walking about Different people like to shout Al part of the festivites Halloween Ghost and Goblins
Seeing beyound by beauty...
Seeing beyound by beauty Means you are not artificial And you look the love You lookthe power of mind, And that soul whom will Be forever near you and Especially in those sad Times,when u need understanding. Is not enoughjust beauty If you d
The Poet Writer
The Poet Writer The poet writer tries to tell his truth to mankind though not from thought yet from his haunting mind. Not in the prose of a story, but remaining within a tale that turned an inner dream into a deadly inward gale. Fed by devils
Jesus Return!...
In God is True!...
Shenandoah
just humming this tune, from the film..and did this missouri is a part of the mississipi..for those who may wonder at the rivers..
Memoria
A short poem about reminiscing, change and moving on. The passage of time and perspective are themes I think about alot, as they constantly change. So, in a way, change is the only constant. This is the first time I've posted anything, any comments are welcome, negative or positive.
Inamorata
A poem about an old guitar. .
The Final Act Part 3
more to follow...
All that gleams
All that gleams As the sun sets on the old man’s face He reflects of a different time and place Of mates long gone, forgotten they’re not Some died of misfortune some of them shot When men were plenty and woman were none Saturday night to
Where...
Where are u love Why you hide By people who look After this sweet word love? Where are you love To catch you forever and And never let you go. Where are you love To spend thee days, And nights with you. Where are you love, To
My Ship Ain't Come In Yet
This is another poem inspired by my Uncle, even up until his death he often spoke of approaching death as a ship. Although he never spoke of it others in the family hinted that memories of a voyage aboard a slave ship was at it's root. I only know that he could not read nor write, was of undetermined age, and was one of the most amazing, unusual, and influential people I've ever known.
Untitled I
A nostalgic poem about childhood
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reality 2
Conversation with a Dead Poet
Can you believe your death gave birth to me? Live or die, you said insistently. you chose the second & the first chose me. I mourn you. Is love the sugarcoated poison that gets us in the end? We spoke of men as often as poems, We
"I have a southern heart"
I am living my personal involuntary exile But i keep my roots, my living treasure It is not a question of life style I am just saving my delightful pleasure Why should i spend my time??? My Love has no reason, has no rhyme... Distance won´t kee
pathway
this poem was written by my grandma B.J. Allen in the mid 30s and was published in the Riverside news paper. I had it recopyrighted in 2004 after she passed in 2003 at age 93
In The Night
dreams
woman
best wishes to all women
brick by brick
not one of my best
voice of the cold soul
hmm i dunno yet if i like this one too revealing shade must stay hidden forever corrupted by revenge
Night
The moon has waxed and waned..... Again and again I watch..... Revolutions through the night sky. Pondering...questioning...crying..laughing... The knowledge is there... Yet, I cannot bring myself to learn....the fear.
WORDS
WORDS
Whiskey, Women, and Cards
The title says it all.
Chain Reaction
On obtaining refugee status in England in 1978 to evade conscription into the South African army.
Memory
I remember a sermon about good intention paving the priest raving soul saving money craving I remember words that fell from my fathers mouth wasted on youth obviously truth all gone south I remember my first love a new way to see life
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
He Plants Kisses On My Back
Kiss and fly.
Tundra
Black ship of night sailing through the world & the moon an orange slice tangy to the teeth of lovers who lie under it, sucking it. somewhere there are palm trees, somewhere the sea bluely gathers itself up & lets itself fall again into
Deja Vu
another from my private collection of thoughts...
Red Robin
Red Robin is a good resturant, just got unlucky with the donuts, and the Packers later that night.
Tropical Depression
Big man from Little Havana's got smoke in his eyes Looks cute in his sharkskin suit and his four-in-hand The bay girls, they don't sing the song, they just harmonize It's all we can do, to make them understand Me and you We could copyright the
Just Something!
Something thats constant, that doesn't flicker or sway, That keeps its own balance in a masterful way, That holds to the truth and the way it should be, not youth, but the vision to see, Something thats stable to anchor us to, To keep us
Changing faces
So odd...
TEARS
Written on a down day!
Tired
Sometimes I just want a nice neat world. No fuss no muss.
just wishing
Just wishing just hoping that is what people do everyday everyway whatever our heart is saying to us new people new lover maybe a somewhere else everyday everyway whatever you aspirations are saying to us rekindle reawaken embers
Ernest
An old Guy Sacked. After Years of serving the Firm
Great Grandma
She was a wonderful lady