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Another translation from the Russian poet Sergei Yesenin
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Translation of one of the untitled poems by Alexander Pushkin
The Cowgirl Poet's Persuasion
Writing of what makes my heart sing.
Rough Hands
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saint marys church yard harrow on the hill
in the churchyard of st marys , right next to harrow school. a plaque on the wall said Byron used to sit on that seat and compose, so I thought id have a seat and composed this.
Golf Tips
Just some random tips I've heard over the years. I have been golfing for 31 years on golf courses. I used to just whack a ball around with a 7 iron I got from my brother down at the ball park. The par was 3 to hit a cement block and 3 the other way to hit between two fence posts.
A Simple Toast
A toast to the timeless cowboy.
Voices In My Head
What can I say that the voices in my head would all agree on :-)
" Lost Seashore"
My childhood was left behind Now i am an old man Forgiving mankind i do my utmost as i can Love laces in order to bind Sometimes i feel like an icy pan Human touch that i don´t find... Maybe i am your unknown fan You know you aren´t mine
$1.00.......True Tale No.3
I recall an incident from my very early youth. I was around age four. My family lived on a white oak lined avenue in a suburb of Baltimore, Maryland. The year was 1956. Just up at the top of the hill, five houses beyond my house was Oakleigh Elementa
continental/divide
A simple reflection of time passing:)
Dancing tango.
The tango is a meteohor ,
Ode to Canada.
A reflection of my recent first time in Canada, and as a gift to my Canadian cousin who looked after me so well.
Kisses!
To be kissed and loved from birth to death ~ Part of the things that makes the world go around! Wish that I could steal a kiss from you! One or more would do~ The Kissing Bandit!
My dying Orpheus
To be chased amongst the waves to only pray the sands are near dripping souls so wasted within the wreck of booms silently folding to the sea the roar of untimed curses melting to the weed no silent stay would be upon the wretche
This Moment
No, tomorrow's no yesterdays. Just this moment. Me here alone. Nothing standing in the way. All the bad seems to be gone. Just the breeze brushing my face. And the sun bringing me to life. All the negativity seems erased. And the world is mine
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The house is so silent, no men, no kids, no pets Four walls to listen to the sound of my regrets My memories they linger when I close my eyes Those wonderful days when I was so wise The cry of a baby, the sound of the door The cats, the dogs, th
Train Journey
The train left the station to England the south west the scenery and journey must rank amongst the best through devon into cornwall she sped along that day journey that would through dawlish and its bay the red cliff clay exposed to view ne
Je t'aime éperdument
Je t'aime éperdument Sachant que la route vers l'impossible est longue, Et sachant que tu es le modèle de la femme Que
Winter's Knocking
It was inspired be a friend from Georgia!
The Mystic Pyramid
Pyramids have always been interesting especially the Egyptian culture in the land of the Pharoahs. Written: 26th May 2013
Remember Gram
A Memorial Day sonnet written in tribute to my dearly beloved Scottish Grandmother… Bless you Maggie !!!
what in the world?
check your emotions at the door, ladies and gentlemen you are about to embark on a journey fastly, you will be among others from all corners of the world words will be processed and set before you how you interpret and deal with those words may
Nothin' Such I Love So Much
After a long winter springtime in New England is miraculous!!
honestly...
im a poor educated man
Asphalt Jungle
The metalic snake, so long and sleek races along its trail Predestined tracks it is cursed to follow And follow it does, beside roads riddled with mirage waters Puddles that shine then flee under the hot ember in the sky The dusty ground tel
shy girl shy guy
thinking about what shyness does to people..from someone i met in my teen years.
We Didn't Start the 80's
This is a parody of We Didn't Start the Fire by Billy Joel. I made this list from a Billboard Top 40 book I have, and my own enjoyment of some awesome music during that decade and since. I hope you find some good music in this list.
I Remember
Need I explain, this is not about sadness Happy New Year to all!
Footprints In My Mind
Reap what you sew..............
Revel In The Journey
Written in honor of my maternal grandfather whose education was very much like these written words.
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When February's tapping at the window pane, When distance is obscure from raging snow, I so regret that miracle won’t happen then, That neither joy, nor sorrow is to ever fly In through my window like a freezing bird. And it is snowing. Snowst
Today
There was a time I lived for tomorrow not for today. In a rush to fulfill my dreams. Letting nothing stand in the way. Reaching high I didn't mind felt the world was there for me. Then I reached a time of living life in yesterday. Today was to p
My Melody
The twentieth anniversary of Only one of the coolest bands ever "Weezer". They were a big influence for me then and now with my music playing- writing, and poetry.The song below always reminds me of good times because Ive been playing in my garage since I was ten. Wow twenty years, I never really accepted I was getting older until I heard Pearl Jam followed by Led Zeppelin on the classic rock stations. "In The Garage" I've got the Dungeon Master's Guide. I've got a 12-sided die. I've got Kitty Pryde And Nightcrawler too Waiting there for me. Yes I do, I do. I've got posters on the wall, My favorite rock group, KISS. I've got Ace Frehley. I've got Peter Criss Waiting there for me. Yes I do, I do In the garage, I feel safe. No one cares about my ways. In the garage where I belong. No one hears me sing this song. In the garage. I've got an electric guitar. I play my stupid songs. I write these stupid words And I love every one Waiting there for me. Yes I do, I do. In the garage, I feel safe. No one laughs about my ways. In the garage where I belong. No one hears me No one hears me sing this song.
THOUGHTS AND PONDERINGS ...
I WROTE THIS POEM WHILE THINKING OF MY LIFE AND HOW IT HAS UNFOLDED... WONDER WHAT WOULD HAVE CHANGED HAD I KNOWN IT ALL BEFOREHAND ..!!!
Unde Sunt Zapezile (Where Are The Snows)
Francois Villon wrote a famous ballad in the Middle Ages with the famous interrogative question about the passing order of things. I have composed a ballad that invokes it though its more about the snow which we only get to enjoy for the short time its here. And in life, our happiness is fleeting like the snow.
The clencher
This poem was written for Jimmy Durante
Shades of Blue..part 1
A piece of nostalgia....a mixture of fact and fiction. This is part 1...
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Number one is symbolic of the sun, Spiritual Meaning of Number One One: One primarily deals with strong will, positivity, pure energy. The number One reflects new beginnings, and purity. The symbolic meaning of number One is further clarified when we understand One represents both kinds of action: physical and mental. This combined with Ones urgency for new beginnings, we begin to see Ones recurring in our lives indicates a time to exert our natural forces, take action, and start a new venture. One encourages us our action will be rewarded in kind.
Ms. Pacman
I used to play Ms. Pacman after I bowled in league in seventh grade. I could usually make it to apple. I have it on my sega, and I can make her go a lot faster, so I usally make it way past banana.
Emotions
No matter who you are or where you're from...
Superbowl Commercials
I have always looked forward to the Superbowl ads, especially the really funny ones. This year was a big letdown in that department. The team I picked did really well though. The Seattle Seahawks crushed the Denver Broncos 43-8.