Fairy Tail
I want to live in a fairy tale, to love to be loved, to know that someone is waiting for me at home. I want to live with love, I know I have it somewhere in the world, waiting for me to find her. I want to live in a painting to be a beautifu
Without title
This is a translation from Russian of Eteri Agaronova's poem, dedicated to her late friend.
Dar es Salaam Harbour (acrostic
a continuation of my childhood in East Africa I am doing a blog including these poems in it
A Journey - Kickit's Challenge
A thousand steps Walking a crooked fence A journey back in time Was so young, can't believe So much older now A thousand steps Walking a crooked fence She was so young and pretty Said our vows in a country church Our love will last forever
~man in black~
Fellsman inspired, ty.
fictional practice 1972
as I sit here diggin on you as you sleep bounty of memory slowly slips into mind when we first got together, oh those were the days I didn't know then, you were one of a kind recall a time we were parked in your car ere morning before work tha
pondering
FREE STYLE
#1 Songs 1969-1989
My birthday is coming up so I was looking back from my birth in 1969 to the end of my favorite decade of music, the 80's. The only song I'm not a fan of is The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face. If I were forced to pick my favorite from the list it would be When Doves Cry by Prince, with Every Breath You Take by The Police being a close second. Right now my favorite album is Weird Al's new album Mandatory Fun. He is a parody artist and I own all 14 of his albums.
Memory Lane.
This a poignant walk, never forgotten and brightly burns within my memory
Wheels
A bing is a coal slag heap! The mantelpiece prop was my parent's clock which my Dad wound every day! This was my second and last time leaving Scotland hence: 'up there again'
SWEET HOME IRELAND
After 35 years of longing for Ireland, I went there in 2006 and spent 10 glorious days. I was overjoyed when that plane landed and when it came time to leave, I felt my heart had been torn out. The connection I feel is very strong. I got to see the Lakes of Killarney gleam, and every delight Ireland has to offer. I would go again in a heartbeat. Blessings!~
1000 mask
For all the playboys, rocker ... who has been toying with feelings of love and playing this stupid woman ... this is my love story in the past ... once I was also one of those stupid women .. but not anymore .. !
A Solitary Teardrop
One of the 250 finalist poems in a national competition I am judging was called Once upon A Teardrop which inspired this write
Superbowl
I want the Packers to win, so this inspirational poem should give them the courage to do just that!
Minutes in Memoriam
Milky shower clouds obscure my visage; a product of my father's father's father. Anxiously I swipe the folds of cotton terry sweeping away the opaque reflection, revealing genetic threads running in lines on my face. The pungence of lye soap s
Sleep
Dream Dream little cerubus As daylight begins to fade Is not the silence Inspired And brings forth all manner of change Sleep Sleep now in quiet The sleep that angels keep As low the moon glows Shining softly Through the glass, its b
Glimpse of the Non-Essential
Tattered jeans... Skids across the floor... Yesterday’s...want-a-be; Yesterday’s whore. No laughing matter; nothing has changed; whimsical teacher~~ the girl next door. Glimpse of the non-essential; glimpse of a false dawn; yesterday’s
The Price is Right
Just got the best of the Price is Right on my Netflix. Enjoyed that show a lot over the years.
1968: An American Christmas
Written with no intensions to offend anyone, but this is a near as I can remember to those early days and these past events were as they were. America was not a very politically correct place and older brothers were ....well just being older brothers.
The Craft Of Knots
She was a great sailing ship a sqaure rig that went around Cape Horn the opposite way, my grand dad, was there.
HOT
My body burns as if roasting I want to get rid of this heat I am involuntarily hosting Burning from my head to my feet I am tearing these garbs off now Not a moment longer, I just cant stand it I am WET! WET! I need a reprieve somehow I am lik
nu's challenge
Things to change if things could be changed.
Gratitude
A day in the countryside......reflections of rural life.
Time
Isn't it funny what becomes important when you're running out of time, Had your money all spent and accounted for right down to your last dime.. You had it all or so you thought,right there in the palm of your hand.. But what you didn't p
why
undecided
A Journey
Gentle spiral to the ground. In circle motion round and round. Dancing rhythm of its own. Destination unknown. Gust remove others. Legions follow. Leaving cover. Soon replaced. Seasons defaced. Hint of color. All so true. Reaching to skies
I love you silence
Many times silence says all.
Waste Of Space
There are many things As I look around my apartment That are old, decrepit, dusty and worn I shall hire myself a skip And throw them all into yesterday Where they all belong As relics of the past Myself included
The Seer
Just thoughts and ramblings.
What comes
What comes is not expected And expectations Fall short of Reality
Early One
Darkness lit by breaking dawn Shimmering light on water born Profiling swells of the morn And yet to come Crystal clear but has a bite Residue from a dark cold night Wetty on nice an tight Time to get undone Paddling out through the brea
BEHIND A LOOK
BEHIND A LOOK
Fayum Mummy
Fayum Mummy Portraits Of Old Peering-Out -> Through *Eyes* So Bold Tell Of Stories Of Lives Foretold
"THE FLIGHT"
Baseball is in full swing right now and I wanted to pay homage to an overlooked important component of the game....the ball Whether it's Amish children playing baseball in the ballfield adjacent to their one room schoolhouse, 80 year old men playing softball in organized leagues, a parent pitching to a young son or daughter...a ball of some sort is essential. Therefore, here is a paean that I composed for the baseball, softball, rag ball..or whatever happens to get batted about.
Shades of Blue part 2
Part 2 of this 3 part trip down memory lane......
Thinking Of You....
Sitting here I am lonely, Thinking of you. I wish you were here, Beside me, By the fire.... I'd really love, Your arms around me. But distance, Makes my heart desire.... Then, I call your name. Staring into, The candle flame, I
Im just a woman
we all have a dark side. just dont let it take the lead
He aprendido
Se trata de los valores perdidos en nuestra sociedad y mas por el respeto.Me sentía inerme al ver la degradación de nuestra raza o como somos como seres humanos
Being Irish in America
Thinking about my heritage and how I wish I were in the UK! Ireland, Scotland...England (it's complicated) . . .that's where my heart is! So many poets here from my ancestors home! It makes me feel warm!
Pulsatilla (Homeopathy & Flower Remedies)
Missing Manitoba Xmas Season Craving yakisoba
In This Day
I went to my first class reunion this summer and met someone awesome who made me wonder whether I would do things differently knowing what I know now.