Once a child
Once a child lay on her knee who could know what happens to thee So you ll crawl and they applaud watch you walk with smiling face Come to me voices call
Doors
A day of contemplation.
Video Games
Video games have come a long way since Pong came out in the late 70's. I have spent a good number of my free hours playing them. I have two tvs in my living room. One to watch dvds, vhs' and tv, and the other to play video games. Sometimes I'll listen to my music on my Xbox jukebox that holds 100 albums. I mostly have favorite songs on there.
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Translation from one of the most well-known Georgian poets Galaktion Tabidze
True Blue Knights
This poem is a sequel to "Ode To A Policeman" it is a reflection of earlier times were knights, were medieval Police in suits of armour which would later be bulletproof vests, there is a sort of comparison between the old and new. this poem reflects this.
The Zodiac
An astrological poem..lol
twilight
forget the other got side tracted (thats my excuse lol)
Alone
Flickering light Sent of essence Fill s the darkend room The lights dance Candles flicker ,lights the darkend room The table set Meal for two I sit in silence As I think of you All alone Sadness keeps my company As I remember th
HEARTH
Another translation from the poetess belonging to the same pleiad of Tbilisi poets of all nationalities writing in Russian.
Fragments
Frozen moments in time Shatters like glass A window of our exsistance into the unknown Our destination of de
From The Past
for a past flame...........
DEHYDRATE
DEHYDRATE
For
*For you* ~NS~ Nov 19, 2012
Gigolo..
She said to him you are just a gigolo A love robot you just aim to please. He told her I will wine and dine you be your love and flame. She said all you wish is for the price to be right and to speak of fantasies. He told her I will
CHERISH THE MOMENT
HOLD HER IN THE MIST OF TIME AS THE HOURS GO PASSING BY CHERISH THE MOMENT CHERISH THE LOVE HOLD HER IN YOUR ARMS LET YOUR LOVE BE KIND AS THE MUSIC PLAYS AND THE CHORDS UNWIND KISS HER TENDERLY TASTE LIPS OF WINE UPON THE EARTH WHERE
It's In The Way You Walk
Sitting here listening to the women that surround me. Thinking life sure isn't easy. One to my right is crying as her loved one lays dying in the hospital. I look at her and say I am sorry and I know just how she feels. You could have heard a p
You Make Me Feel Good!!!!!!!
Nothing like a good pair of shoes. Feels good looks good. Oh ya.
myth of innocence
It seems like we've grown jaded. That the past was more better, more nicer, more innocent, than things seem today with all the hungry, and the homeless the jobless, the angry, the hopeless. But it is the myth of the now. Our mothers, grandfa
"Courting"
mayb, we could dance?
Leo - Star Sign Challenge
Like the sun that shines oh so brightly You’ll never mistake her for when she struts around. You’ve heard of a feisty cat, a royalty In the middle of the spotlight there she can be found. Don’t be deceived by her femininity and wit For she def
The Dance
Everytime I feel the wooden beam beneath my feet when I first get up on it, it takes my breath away that I can still do that? The control and the freedom of being there such a high.
Blind Minds
Have we not all endured the exhibits of those in youthful position of minor power, who advertise with great clarity, their lack of humane wit and knowledge. This poem is an extract from my recently published book, 'Pen Painted words', available from Amazon.
Nostalgie
It is all about living far away from the place where you was born and spent your childhood....
xmas cheer
Xmas Turkey Roasties And sprouts
The Other Me
To share a bit of the other me
The House.
A free verse poem (more like an extra short story) based on a dream I once had. It resembles the darkness of society's expectations of people. We are all beautiful and our bodies and personas are our houses. These are temples which we change and deconstruct according to what other people want. You are beautiful. Be you!
Tears for Cleopatra...
Er, I do not feel comfortable revealing on the worldwide web, whether this is a true story or whether I made it up, C'est la vie...
Who You Are ?
That age old question, that we all have asked. Does anyone really know, who we truly are ? Often not even, our own selves, or the ones that we often thought truly did !
Good Old Mr. Murphy......True Tale No.2
I was born and raised in the suburbs of Baltimore Maryland. My parents were hill people from West Virginia who had come east during World War II to find jobs. They were hired on at Glen L. Martin Aircraft which was later to become Martin-Marietta Cor
High Times
Late Fall, a church harvest supper, up in the mountains of New England
The Eye
I tried like hell to make it fit. To push it through the hole. I think the hole is big enough. But pushing it through sure seems tough. I found something stronger so..... Thought I would try again. I tried and tried but I needed to make this in
Big Red Monster
Bah hum bug.
Yet, So Far
Though secrets, silent, feed the pain holding on realizes no gain So close, yet so far So close, yet so far petty in this pace, we find ourselves, twisted dripping tears across miles and years, weeping, careening driving through
Leaping Frogs
So you become the added poem To reach the stilted maneuvered created crafted sway of paths that can only leave a non reason to full or drill down to your words what crap you do sigh light the world of task that leaves no flex of joy y
African Skies
walking in childhood memories www.youtube.com/watch?v=SosiBqiUJTM
Rising for Chores
Waking up in the morning Early now comes the light Can’t sleep it’s too bright Such things can’t wait Turning on the stove Tea kettle filling with water Can you smell the bacon Melting in the frying pan? Checking messages clickity clack Clo
THE ALPHABET PART 2
These words we have learnt the tools of are trade We make up poems with lots of words, and are point of view. Poems we tell, stories, creative writing is are point of view Creative writing we do best, words we brings out from are heads. Thinki
Sunday Morning Sidewalk
Sunday is a difficult day for me It is a family day it is a religious day people are emotional Kris Kristopherson song tells it all On A Sunday Morning Sidewalk
A Thought Bubble
The difference between the world being a kind place, and having a kind of time in it, well, sometimes it's just perspective.
She's Leaving..
About my daughter who is moving up
Where did they go?
Feeling lonely for some of my lost friends over the years. It seems the good ones go away and the bad people stay. I wish it were not that way.
DEAR MR ORBISON
A CONTRIBUTION TO THE LEGACY OF A GREAT ARTIST!