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.
Miner's Soul
In memory of miners and their families still struggling to make it. Love you.
Glove
The author is a remarkable Russian symbolist poet of the beginning of the 20th century Nikolai Gumiliov. In 1921 he was shot by the revolutionary government on the charge of taking part in a counterrevolutionary plot. But in reality he died due to refusal to divulge information about the plot. His wife – an outstanding Russian poet Anna Akhmatova - wrote in despair: My husband's in grave, My son is in cell, I plead you to pray for me, pray.
Fine
Dreams can sometimes bring back good and bad memories.
Two Lovers
This is not what I had intended to write But this is what I wrote Maybe somewhere in this mess of words there will be answer to the day I had.
Prince and Michael Jackson
I have both albums on record. I would say I listened to Thiller more than Purple Rain. I have a hard time picking which songs I liked better. I did like Beat It, Billie Jean, PYT, Wanna Be Startin Something, The Girl Is Mine, and Thriller. I liked When Doves Cry, I Would Die 4 U, Baby I'm A Star, Purple Rain, Let's Go Crazy, Take Me With U, and Darling Nikki off of Prince's Purple Rain album.
Carpe Diem Soulgoddess Challenge..
Wh en I saw this challenge.. I tried but could not come up with one better than the one I have written before...
HIPPIES ARE FOREVER
I WANT THAT ERA TO ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED!
THE PICTURE...!
I was inspired to write this poem about myself thro' another's eyes so to speak from a video clip taken on the job...seemed to come out Ok....You tell me..!!!
Jamie Allan
Footnote Jamie Allan - famed piper, gypsy, serial army enlister and deserter, horse thief, and jailbird. (Jamie Allan was a Northumbrian piper, a border gypsy, born 1734 in Rothbury and who died in the Durham Lock Up in 1810 where he was serving a life sentence for stealing a horse from Gateshead seven years earlier. During his lifetime he became a legendary rogue, but one of immense talent as a musician, often patronised by the aristocracy who, however, became wary of him when his wayward behavior began to match their own. As he grew older his attraction to them diminished and his struggle to survive intensified along with the other gypsies who were regarded as rogues and scum and treated as such. He retained a few loyal supporters, mostly on the North side of the Tyne, who tried to get him released, but they failed and he died confined miserable in Durham. For some he represents the spirit of the borders and he retains the affection and admiration of most musicians carrying on the tradition. This song is written as a celebration and salute to Jamie Allan, warts an’ all.)
Oliver Twist
One of my favorite Dickens charactures
Restless Wind
Reflections on happier times sailing with my dad...
Hippy Boy
Just saying what a country boy is....inspired by Odette's Gypsy Soul.....thanks
SOMEONE SPECIAL
My kind friend's message set me thinking about how long this seek and find can last. Call it a dead end, stalemate, what not, with no way out, and all roads to wherever we aspire blocked as if by the evil magician.
A Cowboy's Christmas Play
A poem about a Christmas play.
IS THERE A REASON!!!!
Is there a reason........ Why birds fly, Babies die, Mothers cry Humans lie? Is there a reason......... Why girls remain shy, Boys think they are fly Politicians are sly Or society barely get by? Is there are reason........ Why the poo
The Man Who Never Smiled:..Epilogue
Epilogue, but this time fiction as I'm still alive and kicking. For our international friends "swaggie"short for swagman, a person who walked the roads seeking work carrying his meagre belongings tied to a stick and wrapped in a piece of cloth which also doubled as a blanket. His "swag". Similar in many ways to a tramp.
WINTER--EARLY MORNING
By Louise Owen The black sky tingles with a million white stars; Blue burns Serius red burns Mars. Venus in the east hangs bigger than a moon, and the green-laced horizon says dawn will be soon. And the farmer wakes up, and the farmer bo
The Impossible Dream!
Free verse
desert Moment
self EXPLANATORY
Enjoy The Day!
Pondering what's life about!
Carla - "Free Spins"
* The popular dating website. ** An outer South West Sydney suburb. *** An outer South West Sydney (semi rural) suburb. **** TAB (Totalisator Agency Board) betting shop. ***** Winx - very famous Australian racehorse. ****** Trainer of Winx ******* Poker Machines ^ Just sticking up for the trots (harness races). I would never run down Winx, who is undeniably the World's Best Racehorse. (What I mean, in the context of this poem, is that Winx is just so incredibly good, that she always starts at short odds; and is therefore not a viable betting proposition). (Comment added 5/11/18). © lovecanbereal All rights reserved
Summer's Gone
Performed by a duet of a married couple, the Chikhladzes, the duet was a smashing success one time, long time ago. This translation will be of some help for you.
me mate snakey
Good mate good times good memories
The Catch
Nothing like a pretty hankie to catch tears of joy or tears of saddness.
The Old Park Bench
The park bench calls to me Old weathered wood with knots Worn to silken smoothness from time Inviting me to sit and share a moment The green grass soothes my bare feet Poking through my toes with tickling sensations Moisture cooling the heat fr
wind down
that indian, he ain't come to town still, summer's started windin' down you can feel it in the air some how this season's seasoning, time to avow do soldiers march with cadence strident? as sure of battles outcomes provident as time of Sol m
Rivers of Life
We are all mostly water...like 80 %.....
A Sonnet to time
This poem was written for a Lady who had kindly brought my published book of Poetry. She in the Autumn of her life, wished something on which to reflect, and in addition, a personal memento.
Ice Crystal Droplets
Christmas time! Do you remember when you were a kid!
Salad Days
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ~Norman Cousins~
Dandelion Dreams..
It was a beautifully gorgeous sundrenched spring day I had the urge to get outside to chase away the winter doldrums and mingle with the earth and so I called to him , his eyes lit up at once at the idea of frollicking on the lawn Ah but ther
Gilligans Island
Just finished disc two of season one of Gilligan's Island, 14 episodes, 5 hours and 50 minutes, great show, one of the best!
WE LOVE YOU, KAREN CARPENTER
THE CARPENTERS, KAREN AND RICHARD, THROUGH THEIR SONGS, MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD, ALL OVER!
No Going Back
In the main, Love, Life & Hope and finality...and a few other things!
Drinking you in...
Damn good bottle of wine...
Moving On
I think when we are ready to move on in life each of us knows when it is time, be it emotional or physical moving. We know when the journey needs to move on. To stay complacent would somehow stop the growth.
A Sunshine Delight
For the love of my poppa My childhood memory when I was 7yrs old. He spoke very beautiful, in his old Irish accent
Thoughts on my 84th birthday.
What can write to celebrate the years, made better for having endured harsh unspeakable times, yet in such times, the beauty of nature and the hope that belong to the human spirit moved the pen to compensate the ill born days of childhood, I daily grateful for my vision and the air that I breathe, so thank you for sharing it with me.
Ode to joy
I live where beauty surrounds me, and this my tribrute
Internet Person
Just feeling a little frustration after joining a dating site on the net..
you will find me (raymond)
wrote this poem some 40 years ago to my very firstgirlfriend. i wonder if she still remembers. xx virgosign