Train Whistle Splits /
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0CBzKfvA80
Lieasure Time
felt relaxed one of favorite things to do
"Night Night"
Bed time stories, we all remember.. SS xx Hi there my brightest star!
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
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.
Happy!
I've been searching for you While you're searching for me Taken my time Taken it all so easy Hoping you don't pass by I've been lookin in the mirror To see what I could see The truth staring back at me There will be no more l
love in the countryside
here we are...once again beside the fire bitter wind whistling from outside through the eaves an acoustic tune piping low envelops gently cradling us in our rockers sway snug in our old jeans and flannel shirts I tamp my pipe as you border a bl
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
December, December!
Just relax and listen to the angels!
Michael Jackson's Birthday
Watched a documentary on Michael Jackson and just am still in awe of his contribution to music and dance. He will truly never die as his music lives on forever.
Old Age
This is my first attempt at a nonet which consists of nine lines. The first line is 9 syllables and the succeeding lines decrease by one syllable each. The line syllable sequence is 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1. It may or may not rhyme. I dedicate it to the older folks at CS.
The Autumn Affect
There's something unspecific about the autumn nights A certain shad
Renewed
Pounding of the nails sealing for all time Idle fascination is it a crime Noise of children at play mirrored sounds Old man silenced who was well past his prime Still upon the ground barely breathing bird Twisted wounded broken
Jamie Allen
JAMIE ALLEN Play ya pipes & hey em dancin drinking wine and a prancing play ya pipes Jamie Allen like ya daa Run on wild tek tha hand tek tha bodies tek tha land run on wild, run em ragged, run em mad Tek Geordies shilling t de s
Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYvj7oeIMCc "God, shine your light down here Shine on the love Love of the loveless"
Ticket To Yesterday
I was born with a ticket to yesterday Tomorrow came along and life sailed away Who created such a work of art The treasure was mine and then we had to part Then the shoes I walked in were made for me The eyes I looked through could really
Dancing The Night Away
As Morgen said, it seems like the "blues bug" has struck the corner lately. I thought I would brighten it up a bit with a happy "fun" poem. Perhaps others can do the same.
It Is Time
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~Try a little honesty~
Well, you say that you're not sure.. if you really are in love, or if you ever were.. you think you've got it all figured out.. all those times I kind of guessed that you were looking for a way out.. and so you got it.. got just what y
air conditioner
Another invention I am really glad I can afford. I love my air conditioner in my apartment and car. Thankfully I still have one in my car so I can keep the windows always rolled up to keep the bugs out and my ability to sing without disturbing anyone. This morning I sang to Madonna's La Isla Bonita, Susan Vega's Tom's Diner, and Whitney Houston's Greatest Love of All.
Storrington re-visited.
Storrington a village that derives its name from Saxon times, Stor being the stream running through, and ton a dwelling place. There I spent my childhood,recently I re-visited those bygone haunts, nestling still beneath the Southdowns, this my reflection.
Music Box Ballerina
I'm sure a porcelin ballerina would like to be human for at least a while and people sometimes need a safe and carefree fantasy world to ease their stress.
This Simple Life
Reminiscing about following Dad around and learning to ride.Mom, bless her heart, tried to put me in frilly dresses, but I was having none of it. My entire life has involved cowboys in one way or another, it's simply a life I can't deny.
Gorodok
Lyrics by K.Krastoshevskij, music by Yu. Varum, performed by Anzhelika Varum. 'Gorodok' means 'small town' ('gorod' - 'town') in Russian. You can easily follow the lines while Anzhelika is singing. Many thanks for your attention!!!
Hurting
I feel so alone My heart has turned to stone I’m so cold I can’t get warm My eyes are glazed All the tears I’ve shed I sometimes feel so dead My head hurts My lips move Never making a sound As I fall to the ground I ask myself what
PEOPLE NEED PEOPLE
"There is the silence of a great hatred, And the silence of a great love, And the silence of an embittered friendship. ... There is the silence of those unjustly punished ..." (Edgar Lee Masters, "Silence") Some life experience that leaves indelible mark, hard to wipe off, if ever. You know what I mean...
Memories Fading Like Old Flowers
Skimming through the pages of our old family bible....
Trust
do you ever hear your name being called turn to find the source is no where at all just another case of the unexplained just another makings of some cantrip do you ever find you're shaking inside your hands seem to work without rhyme o
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
A SONG ABOUT YOU
Garold Registan - a famous Russian poet-lyricist, song writer.
Kickit's Challenge.. That Ole Dodge Dart...
A thousand steps walking a crooked fence Memories sauntered slowly,and then they sped, As thoughts of you, Circled round and round in my head.. The essence of you.. So near yet so far.. And always with you, It was about that old car..
City Reflections (For Megan)
When we were young and reckless Our hearts tripped Across broken midnight And stolen gold. Walking in the city Late one night I saw traffic light reflections On wet cobblestones. The neon and hot amber Of the summer's night Rain-slicked
ONE SQUARE MILE
what others see as a tourist icon, I will always associate with going home.....raised just a few miles down river, I even lived close to the city for a few years.....
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'
Where Are You My Friend
I looked across the empty barren field Where the land seemed to lay silent and still Remembering a time when it once yield Now everything seems destined to be killed I knocked on your door then let myself in Emptiness was found took my breath
Candy Cigarettes
Just thinking back to my childhood and some things that have gone away. I wonder sometimes if this smoking ban is worth it. Wouldn't people be happier if they didn't have to worry about everything they did could lead to cancer and death. I see the price they charge for cigarettes and I think it is legalized theft to charge 7 dollars for a box of cigarettes. I think there are 20 in a box, so that is 35 cents a cig. Bad or not, it is wrong to charge that much.
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.
RENDERED SPEECHLESS
Some truth along with wishful thinking 2008/14/11 rearranged 08/29/21
LOOK IN MY EYES!
A poem about feelings
Time in a Bottle
I will take a sixpack please
...'OL ROMY'...
This is poem of my earlier life and the drastic results from Nagoora Burrs...in Horses manes and tails and saddle gear..sometimes funny .sometimes with devastating results..QH. ....M.B.Poems is my copyright...
my previous and hopeless life
Just reminiscing. But so glad out of it now. thanks all for your read and comments. SR