Ode to a Proud Race
I am part Cherokee and I composed this after reading about what they went through.
Ode to a Frontier Legend, Parts I & II
I penned both of these after watching Dances with Wolves!
Frozen in time
It reflects those words and thoughts which usually end up dying deep inside with our memories, words which were never spoken and which may could have turned into actions and spoken to the one, who could have been,the love of our life.
Amid Chaos
This write is an angst
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
she
From monuments high On pillars of stone She stands alone Her gaze Her features Her sensual body set in stone Frome granite stone Her gaze fixed She stands For all to see Model set in stone For she is the attraction The model for al
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 ..!!!
My Latin Love
Thought I'd do some watercolour word-painting.
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.
Dixie Mine Cave
Oh yes Whaitpu...oh how we danced!!!!!!
The Catch
Nothing like a pretty hankie to catch tears of joy or tears of saddness.
Ten Years Down the Line
to friends every where
Dreams changing
When old dream becomes too old we need a new dream to replays old one, new hope and the comfort that spreads and brings a warmth to all of us...
The Gift of You
Words for my step-father, who showed me the meaning of love.
Whiskey, Women, and Cards
The title says it all.
The Orpheus days
just remembering back ...many years ....
Valley of Memories
Rooted in this valley We watched the sun fold her petals one by one into the navel of the sky Betraying us into an ambush of shadows Frightened we tremble as the wind weeps through the trees like a blind man's wife looked outside on a
Inamorata
A poem about an old guitar. .
One Week on my Cell Phone
I know I have seen more, but I can't remember them all. It has been fun though.
Space Shuttle 1981 - 2011 - A tribute
I have followed the Shuttle Program tirelessly, regretably never getting to see a live launch......and as the final flight of "Atlantis" is preparing - I wrote a tribute to all those who contributed to the continuation of Space Travel God Speed Atlantis and all aboard - it will be a bitteer sweet mission
Love Letters
With the vast array of computer generated messages and cards which become stored upon our systems we need to boot to read those messages of love. Yet the good old days in which you would keep those treasured envelopes in a special place tied with a ribbon a permanent keepsake. Would it not be nice to return to some of the old ways of love and courtship?
lady
Lady lady watching me every time i stop to see lady on the sands of time calling me with her mystery
Waiting List
Small explanation: The first and second set of colleges are mostly ones that I looked at, the second set are plausible grad school options for me, the fourth set (all ivies) are long-shot grad school options and Princeton... well... that's my dream school.
connecting twitts
pure crackpot creation..in a dream I met the god machine game.. sorry guys Iam autistic,but the law recognize my right to subversion. I love you all.
The Man Is In The Moon Again
The clouds are moving fast tonight There's a fast southernly blowing wind Other than that everything is quiet And the man is in the moon again All of a sudden something stirred up the frogs by the pond I guess it's time for me to be moving on
Winter
You came to me in winter, On aprils frost you flew, Stirring up the leaves, with a bitter wind you blew. You told me all your secrets, and shared with me your pain, And then you left me guessing, Drowning in your name.
the endless time
YOUR FUTURE LIES BEFORE YOU, LIKE A DRIFT OF FALLEN SNOW. BE CAREFULL HOW YOU TREAD IT AS EVERY MARK WILL SHOW an old mans wish SOME OF MY MEMORIES ARE QUIET VIVID, WHILST OTHERS HAVE FADED OVER A LONG TRAIL OF TIME, I HAVE TRIED TO BE AS ACC
Until Better Comes
Just not good enough Still I’ll settle for this Until something better comes along It worked well enough with a job Maybe it’ll work for love Fed up and dissatisfied I walked away from my job Surely I’ll find another that’s better There we
Seeing beyound by beauty...
Seeing beyound by beauty Means you are not artificial And you look the love You lookthe power of mind, And that soul whom will Be forever near you and Especially in those sad Times,when u need understanding. Is not enoughjust beauty If you d
To behold
waiting to exhale I think....
Wheel of Time
endless but unchangable
Jute days
collecting the fruit in Central America
attention span
another day without a care...i hope i can get there.
rsa
when they drys out they skitters along the foot paths all year long [non deciduous] some are colored some aren't
Remembering
How old must I be to not miss The company and embrace of She Faithful to the end I never strayed But not for the want of dreaming. Doing a woman’s work as I live alone I learn of the sacrifices made The drudgery willingly endured Nare a thou
After turbulence
Some trials on my way, have been tough, may I say. Still the outcome was worth the struggle. You by my side, and happiness is double. You light up my days. I love you all the ways. I trust the feeling stays, when the years pass away. Doub
Through the Window
im looking through a window made of silk and coloured stone my memory is hazy am i actually alone? i cannot turn my head my gaze is fixed outside lost in strange wonders of a plastic countryside i can hear a bluebird trilling its sweet v
Regret
Trouble is if you change the past you also lose the good things of the present
a slice of pie
i just couldn't get up for fear of it escaping
Deja Vu
another from my private collection of thoughts...
illusions of safety
... so through smoke and mirrors we could say: 'we saw the light of day,' it seems like things are not quite working... but we dream. to what of all the nuts and bolts that hold us together? they've disappeared from my clench'd hand hidden
I don't have a title yet
is there someone who can give me a tittle for this poem