King Creole
From the balcony, Daniel Fisher, moon-eyed, lovelorn, baritoned 'Crawfish,' his raven hair slicker than the shingled shore, laved with eve's waves, crisply lisping. Here and there fireflies swayed greenly. Creole throats echoed, t
MIRAGE Of A Man
new approach to this poem.
I MISS YOU
MY LAND , MY FAMILY
what we know
when you were born you were a clean slate you knew nothing at all blissful in your ignorant state as you aged as you grew tall you became a teenager and thought you knew it all as you rushed and as you ran out into the world you were he
long ride
i try wrot in inglish but my gramatic is realy poor sorry about
SMILE
LIFE IS SHORT,BREAK THE RULES, FORGIVE QUICKLY, LAUGH UNCONTROLLABLY, AND NEVER REGRET ANY THING THAT MADE YOU SMILE
Not Very Far
This one says it all
A New Day In 2012
This is the beginning of a new day. I have been given this day to use as I will. I can waste it, or use it. I can make it a day long to be remembered for its joy, its beauty and its achievements, or it can be filled with pettiness. What I d
film memories
In the theatre of our mind images entertain mary astor to clara bow greta garbo to Monroe sweet charity call her Shirley tiffanys breakfast with Audrey sound of music julie andrews singer dancer leslie a warren in the theatr
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 5)
The Continuing story of the Black Dove Editor Marikia Written 3rd May 2013
Cornwall remembered
The countryside held his boyhood in a village quite sublime country lanes, fields of wheat church bells pealing, sunday time morning papers, sunday lunch Music from the 60s played the honeycombs in sight drummer girl and vocal band sung" Ha
your wake up call
something from a long time ago
What to look for?
Last year was a really long for me with my ex breaking up with me, dog dying, and my parents divorcing so I don't know what to do anymore
sea of voices
Come to the sea of voices as you walk upon the beach look back your generations so many gone to sleep out there with the stars somewhere baton holders who ran the race before i miss you now last people standing in a household while ones
Stuck In Paradise
Feeling sorry for myself - I'm over it!
Dawn to Death
Relating the movement of love to the movement of a day. Again, this just came to me out of the blue.
Poet to Poet (the next chapter)
Poet to Poet Returns..... Poet, It was a great thrill to read you today. It's an indescribable delight & comfort to be in this bewildering relationship with you. ~ You are there to give me courage to beckon me to the world of the l
Vanishing
I dance with the wind like a broken leaf swirling in gusts of joy. Indian summer turns a thin thread, and autumn comes to my heart. Color palette, fog in the meadows at dawn in the morning and nostalgia and some regrets that time passes
Window
When I look at the window stray clouds are starting to argue. The heavy rain is crying with tears washing the windows of my memories. When I look at the window fuzzy faces from the past are rolling in my head I can't forget them. When I look
A message to my son
For Daniel "Why do you stripes in you forehead, Mommy? Are you old?" Not old But not so young that I cannot see the world contracting upon itself and the circle closing at the end. As the furrows in my brow deepen, I can see
Dead Poets Never Die
The skin of the sea has nothing to tell me I see her diving down into herself, past the bell-shaped jelly fish who toll for no one & meaning to come back In London, in the damp of a London morning, I see her sitting folding & unfolding
Only For a Moment
We shared our dreams, We shared our fears, We shared our thoughts, We shed our tears. But only for a moment. I found a friend, I found my love, I found my soulmate, A gift from above. But only for a moment. I gave my soul, I gave m
lastrun
The roadside, a highways graveyard for memory’s and careless litter. A million white lines blend into one The road goes on forever When your on the last run. I found my yesterdays on the road to tomorrow Degraded, discarde
A Nostalgic look at time
Do you remember way back when life was much more simple then. With Grandma’s stories, nursery rhymes. Gas was but just a dime. With Model_ As and Model T_ fords we ran the roads always towards. Atlantic city old steal pear diving horses an
Cowboys Are Cowboys Just the Same
Cowboys are the same everywhere and the commute to and back from work each day.
Note to ex-lovers
It's about growing old, slipping out of the gene pool, having in the past gotten thoroughly wet. It's about disappointment one couldn't remain faithful, got bored or thoroughly hacked off with a partner or partners. It's about being Human, erring, regretting, but knowing you can't turn back the clock. It's also about release, breaking free from Earthly ties and shackles, well, that's in part deux. Hope you liked part un. Chris
Love
Is waiting for morning and night and safe sleep waiting for steps and knocking on the door waiting for touch and screaming fulfillment waiting for joys and sorrows and discussions until dawn waiting for the end of
A Enquiry About Our Self !
Enquiry is the means of knowledge and it consists in hearing the Truth, reflection and meditation; only the state of blissful Peace of awareness in which Brahman alone exists and nothing else, is the true "nature" of Knowledge; the non-revival of the
The Final Act Part 5
Sorry this took so long.. technical difficulties. more to follow.
TRAVELLING WITH RAIN
THIS POEM IS OBVIOUSLY ABOUT RAIN AND HOW IT HAS THE POWER TO AWAKEN OUR DORMANT MEMORY WHICH CANNOT BE DESCRIBED ELOQUENTLY,ALWAYS.THE SOUND OF THE RAIN ERASES OUT ALL OTHER PERCEPTIONS AND MAKES US TRANQUIL.VISUALLY ALSO THE ATMOSPHERE AND THE SORROUNDING OBJECTS BECOME BLURRED.YOU DO NOT HEAR ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE SOUND OF THE RAIN.YOUR SENSORY EXPERIENCES ARE BLOCKED OR DEPRIVED OF ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT RAIN PROVIDES.THIS MAKES YOU FOCUS ON YOUR THOUGHTS AND DIRECT THEM INWARDS,ALLOWS YOU TO BE IN A TRANSCENDENTAL STATE. YOU ASSOCIATE RAIN WITH MANY INCIDENTS IN YOUR LIFE SINCE IT HAS SUCH A STRONG INFLUENCE ON YOUR ACTIVITIES WHILE IT RAINS.EXPERIENCES ARE TINGED WITH SOMETHING DIFFERENT FROM ORDINARY.THATS THE REASON WHY I WROTE IT.I HAVE FELT HAPPY,MELANCONY,FOCUSSED,THOUGHTFUL,FILLED WITH PEACE AND CONTENTMENT,ALIVE AND FRESH,JUBILANT AND NIMBLE FOOTED AT VARIOUS TIMES.LIGHT,WIND,EARTH,SPACE,SKY AND WATER.OUT OF THESE ONLY WATER IS CAPABLE OF COMING ALIVE AND MOVE AND BEHAVE LIKE YOU.AND TO A GREATER EXTENT THAN US OR ANIMALS.THAT IS WHY ANCIENT CIVILIZATIONS ALL ORIGINATED ALONG THE BANKS OF RIVERS,MAKING THE SOIL FERTILE AND THUS SUPPORTING LIFE.AND RAIN CONTRIBUTES TO IT,NOTHING ELSE.
I like
I like to think that you are. Seeing your gaze roving along the lines of my body. Enigmatic smile your lips I like to know that you are. Grab my senses longing smell desires whisper of secrets. I like to feel that you are. Every part
Do I miss YOU or just the IDEA of you
Late afternoon staring at a blank , asking myself Do I miss someone or just the IDEA of that someone. Been awhile having No One to miss at all....hhhmmm What should I do then?...
The Program
I'd raised my kids as a single dad...introspection....
ward sister
thinking of a ward sister..from the 1980s
ONCE
It speaks
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 4)
The continueing part of "Legend Of The Black Dove" my great adventure epic. Editor: Marikia Written: 1st April 2013
Noble decade- the 60s
Late night has led me to another 'vague scribble' i consider worthy of sharing with you...in the 60s as a kid, i remember in the city our lives at night were ruled by neon; neon ads, neon signs in shops.... in fairgrounds, everywhere...no led or halogen back then!... so this scribble came to mind- a vision of a neon blazing night in an anonymous city and random abstract scenes of life within it-
Don't Dilly Dally Around
Your mama sent you to a country store She said Don't dilly dally around You're walking barefoot on a dusty road And you don't hear any sound Of an automobile don't dilly dally around You walk by a creek the fish are jumping high And now a
DOPE DOES DASTARDLY DEEDS IN DECEMBER
I GUARANTEE NO ONE, OUT OF THIRTY BILLION GAZILLION people,HAS EVER MET ANYONE AS BENEVOLENT AND STRUNG OUT AS ALAN DeLACKNER---u were a bro and my wife still laughs when she stuffs a chicken--missya too much! (his mother banned me from funeral)
The rain keeps falling
Something that came to me during one of the many rainy evenings this summer. How I miss the sun...
In a not green, green
In a not green, green room dreams come easier by the glow of the stars of the Moroccan lamp. In a not green, green room the silence is broken by the purring of the aggregator cat or eagle owl hidden in the dark. In a not green, green room
Days
There are days when you cry though not a single tear does not run down the cheek. There are words that are born in bitterness, though they will never be said. There are moments of great loneliness although it is full of people. There are