Ollie's Garden
We drove past every day, my child and I, Past the old white frame house Where Ollie lived. The house was small and boasted peeling paint And grimy windows, and an old car That hadn't run in years. In winter, the house was washed in a kind of G
Fantasies
Just for fun
Reclamation
Imagery - open to interpretation. What does it represent to you?
collections
You hold on to your possesions You hold them dear They belong to you You throw nothing away house becomes fuller No more space is left There they gather your dust Your dust You cannot move From all your collectioning Every nook a
Just for today
Came back to hug the beautiful poets and sit in the peace, just for tonight.
PARADISE
I wrote this poem when I was a teenager, one of the thousands I wrote lol
The Voice
The Voice The crooning on the wireless came when I was a child then forever in my heart the voice was tenderly filed. As my youth grew, a need for the voice grew with me caressing my soul where only devotion could ever be. When first I fell
Game
Game Under the sun the small breath of the sun recalls short steps in the fall leaves fall after the ebb of fantasies along with long-run blisses lurking even in the soundest roles with no goals we play night and day to beguile one hear
Lost...
Lost in your shiny eyes, Lost for u red lips, Lost in u warm arms I dream to u. Lost in u soft hair Lost for u soft skin Lost for u sweet loove, I dream lost to you.
HOMESTEAD OF THE VALLEY (All Rights Reserved)
THIS POEM IS ABOUT AN OLD HOMESTEAD I ONCE VISITED
Just a thought.
From a scrap of paper dated 14/2/88, with attached note highlighting the negativity of folk for no good reason.
Lifes little angels.
I wrote this about 7 months ago after yet another little angel left us, i work in a hospitall, and am able to see things a little different sometimes:-) Hugs I remembered this because of Shadows Spirits:-)
Coffee Shop
Coffee Shop At the Edge of the Universe Here, at the coffee shop at the edge of the universe, the flowers bleed as if they were hearts, the hearts ooze a darkness like India ink, and poets dip their pens in and they write. ~ "Here at the
Countless Yesterdays
If you ask him, he will talk for hours how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers raw with cold, and later painted bowers in ladies' boudoirs; how he played checkers for two weeks in jail, and lived on bread; how he fled the border to a country
I Remember
There are places I remember Bits of time that have passed away thinking back of all the laughter of the funny things we used to say happy times have a special place and meaning memories of all what is good in life Special memories are all of
nursing lives
"old friends...sat on the park bench like bookends" for Richard Holbrooke
REMEMBER
An old love and current friend
A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM
TAKE this kiss upon the blow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow -- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the
Weather or Whether.
Inclement climes set early in today, lacking mercy at dawn's soft hour, the lake now ruffled torn and dour, as sad the world was hard at play, Thus to counter my abysmal gloom and annihilate nature's harsh brooding storm, sojourned I, to my m
November tears
November tears fall asleep to their music, the noise of fallen leaves, fast twilight that steals a ray of sunshine dry grass on the hills of Poloniny. November tears flow in lonely times as if they wanted to clean the world wash away
But That's Me
Old fashioned no tattoo's No smoke to roll just ocean waves Crashing away my blues Some forgotten lifestyle from the past Still hanging on a little longer than some would like to see But that's me Sometimes there's eye contact with certain
Richness
compilation of places, moments, thoughts
How Times Have Changed
One of my earlier poems, it tells of how times have changed in retrospect. it reflects different phases of my life.
score
she was dreaming,listening the rain on the windows.. sh'es a wonderful liar..
de-javu
Lessons learned
north / northwesterly
back home the ocean usually blows up with a south southeasterly winds ....brings the swell up and is very messy ......as soon as the wind changed to a northerly or northwester.....it would clean up within a day or so ...the ocean crystal clear the surf pumping haha ...the westerlies have a way of holding up the face of the wave to create a feathering effect as the wave breaks ..........no matter where i am on the east coast of oz when a northerly blows ....i know where i should be ..........
Two for two
What do your hands hide I am lava every time you touch look from under the eyelashes. Covered with sweat scrolls of arms and legs we don't think about tomorrow. We're hiding under the comfort of dreams fleeting hopes. our two for two is an
Gone Forevermore
The little country store The little restaurant They're gone now gone forevermore The little country store You knew the names of the milkman and the bread man You knew who your neighbor was for sure The store was never crowded With three
Game Shows
I've spent a lot of my TV watching time watching game shows. One I wish they would bring back is Name That Tune where they got some songs with a clue and one note from the song.
Learning
A gift a spectacular Man gave me xx
Still Ground
A low sun rinses daylight from skies paled by December, the placid crunch of leaves echo beneath my slow steps in the late afternoon coppice suffused by dark hazel light as thin frost and traces of snow pinch the air, whisper of winter. From
"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
Alone
Every time I look in the fridge and see no milk no bread. I think of how things could be, if I would just let it be. No babies crying no one here to talk to. Just a place to lay my head. I sometimes wonder if this life is right for me. I feel
Love Letters
With the vast array of computer generated messages and cards which become stored upon our systems we need to boot to read those messages of love. Yet the good old days in which you would keep those treasured envelopes in a special place tied with a ribbon a permanent keepsake. Would it not be nice to return to some of the old ways of love and courtship?
Time
Where did the years go? to the things we believed in to love, and life and family to comfort in our skin time did not vanish it did not run and hide it is not held captive nor like the wind outside time runs through us entwining with each so
The Novelty Shop
A nostalgic romp through history we will recall 'The Novelty Shop'
Attraction
When we first met...
Overdue Letter
Miss you all, just finishing up a few classes, and I'll be back :) Hungering for your words! SAS
One-Sided Love - Aug 26, 2009
We need more regular "Reality Checks"
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
TRIPPING THE 70S
MUSIC OF THE 70S
the station
Approaching trains brought me to you my eager journey at last done my suitcase too i climbed down to you i walk to exit and family meet and leave you there but for a while yet too return on cycle rides my footsteps lie invisible u