Maple Old
Just a song from the olden times we used to like very much, just a lyrical melody touching strings of heart, a nostalgia for the magic of spring, for the magic of Love. Everybody has some very good things to remember. You can follow the lines in English, while enjoying the music. The song is performed by Maya Kristalinskaya, now long gone - a beloved singer of those times.
The Impossible Dream!
Time marches on into eternity, no one can stop the ticking of Father's Time's clock!
Irish People
Starting to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day with all the Irish entertainers I have enjoyed over the years.
One Journey Thru Life
I feel sometimes I take turns in life that changes me. This is an expression of one.
Sehnsucht!
not feeling well today, confined in a room.. but the hopeless nomad in me stirred my mind to roam...
Stronger
Time is wonderful, it helps you see things clear and look back with love on a special time with a special Man:-)
Gone Are The Days.........
I didn't want the good old days to go without a mention !
Humble Little Home
Simple little things in life are priceless...like a rustic cabin in a sleepy hollow....
flowers
any body have ?
LIFE'S WHAT YOU MAKE IT (REALLY!)
I can't be the only one who has been screwed (numerous times) at a job. Taunted, lied about, turned into the bad person when 100% right. I was pushed to the edge a couple of times (postal pushed). Point being, others can derail your plan of making it........... Tweaked 7/17/17
~Shades of Gray ~
for someone who is going through something no human being should have to.
Past
I am always alone looking in from the outside Do not really belong to this world that’s around I belong to the times and the lives of my past My bones are buried in so many graves I walked throughout history and the times of yore The savagery of
A DAY AT THE BEACH
Pensacola Beach is all I said it is, I witnessed these occurrences at a visit to said beach.
Wide Open Spaces
an inspiration each day provides us with opportunity A time to greet family and friends A brave new world For us to explore blessings and love to all
I Hate To Say Good-bye
I have always been fond of reading. It saddens me watching the good old tactile books being replaced by .........electronic books. There is something about turning that page and the feel of it in my hand I do not want to give up. And that is what this poem is about. Me not wanting to say good-bye to the smell of leather and the wisping sound of a page turning.
Summer in Malabar
My Childhood memories of Summer I spend in the Beautiful Malabar region of India.
Handsome Man Club
Bit of humor..
Weathered Barn
sentimental write ...
that guy
just came to me tonight
Thoughts on a rain soaked morn.
as the title suggests.
reality of hate
some people never forgive the smallest of deeds hate is there guiding force
Left Behind
While feeding the ducks this morning I seen one that seemed to be all alone. Till a big one came and got it and pushed it in the line with the other babes. So this is his story according to me. LOl
missing earth, or whatever
Hammering my nails.
Book
And so be it
Memory Lane (sonnet)
never written one before so I asked Bill about how to following the guidelines he sent me I wrote this I guess its a load of rubbish you have to start somewhere
A SIMPLE MAN
TRUTH Tweaked 9/13/17
An Old Cellar Hole
Just walked past the old foundation the other day and saw the one lilac blossom. It must be over 100 years since the house stood.
Unbroken.. Re-Written
A cowboy poet's will to survive despite rough going.
floating
I saw a girl the other day her eyes had flash her hair was red my hair is gray feel left out of room to play but the blood flows deep breaths occur, as before memorable sweetness in the air now that spring is here a young man's fancy? I su
The Ring
A ring is like a circle. No beginning no end. I do not remember a time in my life I have not loved. Nor do I expect to ever know a time that I do not love. Love is my forever. No beginning no end. To love is a gift.
Calista
There was a women called Calista Taft who was born on April 12, 1832 at Huntington, Vermont. I am relating the feeling of an attraction to just 'her name', one of the most beautiful names I have ever heard.
Alauna-Alaunos
Footnote THE FARMER'S FOLLY One of the most imposing reminders of the Percy family in Alnwick is an eighty three feet high Percy Tenantry Column which is known locally as the Farmers Folly. The column designed by the Newcastle architect David Stephenson was constructed in 1816 and lies close to the southern end of the street called Bondgate-Without. It is one of the first sights to greet the visitor to Alnwick from the south. Legend is that the second Duke of Northumberland (a Percy) lowered the rents of his agricultural tenants by twenty-five per cent to help them through the period of agricultural depression which followed the Napoleonic Wars. It is said that the tenants were so grateful to the Duke that they erected the great column in his honour - topped of course by a stone statue of the famous Percy Lion which had been the emblem of the Percy family for centuries. But the story is that the Duke, far from showing gratitude for the monument to his honour was more interested in the fact that his tenants had been able to raise the money for the monument. His reaction was to raise their rents once again - the story is however only a legend.
Letting Go
I am not her, and you are not he.. We can never move forward While holding on to what used to be. We can't make someone into, A replica of another from the past.. We can't build false futures.. While living in the past.. Life must alwa
Rock On!
This poem is about age and memories.
Rebirth (5)
Upon this time I can turn a blind eye To enjoy the gifts the storm did bring Cast them upon the rainbow colored sky Making sense out of the unreasoning To soar upon the mighty winds so free To smell the lavender of the vast fields To choose to
Where to go ..
Where to go .. Every day .. and your face becomes closer .. Every day, it becomes your face Par
an era long gone.
after watching a programme showing the victorian-edwardian era..so fascinating..had to put it to a poem..it was just like a journey back in time..vivid..and meaningful..
Boxes
I guess that this poem describes those moments in time, when we look back at all the baggage we carry, and how we attempt to compartmentalise it, to reduce its effect of our present lives
What A Ride!
I've always figured that every life should include occasional moments of pure idiocy. The trick is to survive them.
Lines written in a my country garden
Written in the month of May when the awakening year was saying farewell the Winters chill
THE DANCE
MEMORIES
MINER'S SOUL
I'm a native West Virginian. There were many miners in our clan. When mechanized mining and mountain top removal replaced human hands for extracting coal, West Virginia fell into a recession that is still apparent today.