A Waltz with Angels.
I often feel that lost kindred souls are never far away.
The Dragonfly
Deeply lost.
Second chances
It is about myself....life's choices and supposedly loved one's that turned out to be in love with their own reflections.
The Little House That Grew Into A Home
What fills a home. Mary asked me to post this for her.
Pipe Dreams Woven
just a story in itself, introspection
Red Robin
Red Robin is a good resturant, just got unlucky with the donuts, and the Packers later that night.
Allegra Futura
My bloody past wont leave me
A Moment in Time.
Memories are like gem's, and having a photo to look back on and remember, sometimes is so good for the soul. Make memories every day, live every day, after all, we only take our memories with us so make them count.
Drive Thru
Another haiku, I used to work fast food from 10/88 - 1/93, and I never had to work the drive thru.
Poet to Poet (the next chapter)
Poet to Poet Returns..... Poet, It was a great thrill to read you today. It's an indescribable delight & comfort to be in this bewildering relationship with you. ~ You are there to give me courage to beckon me to the world of the l
Belmont Parade
Another haiku, another parade nine miles from the first parade that was in Platteville, Wisconsin, which is in the southwest corner of the state. This parade was in Belmont, Wisconsin. On Sunday, it's off to WI Dells!
Train Whistle Splits /
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0CBzKfvA80
Poet to Poet- Journal Entry 7-24-23
"The beginning of a novel is a time of awful when you're dealing with a lot of dead pieces and you have to wait and wait for some sort of animation" ~Iris Murdoch Poet, The blank page is terror. The blank screen is too. How do I
Just for today
Came back to hug the beautiful poets and sit in the peace, just for tonight.
CS Poetry Corner
I posted my first piece here on CS Poetry Corner in June 2013. There was a great camaraderie among the poets then and the subsequent years. It was a wonderful feeling that inspired other poets and myself in our writing. I have written this piece in honour of those days. It was inspired and motivated by the song: “Those Were The Days” by Mary Hopkins https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3KEhWTnWvE
1920's haiku
the feel of the jazz age
Viking Gods (Nonet)
Socrates…… another nonet for you!
Twilight.
Remembering so much.
Can you see colours?
A poem I just read about colours reminded me of this time, was so special to see.
Book
And so be it
Cupcakes
I went to Fennimore, Wisconsin for garage sales and found a nice bakery.
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
Music
My favorite time of the day is driving and singing in my car. We've had some great music!
2023
Spent a lot of my free time on my phone and on my video games at home. Other than that it is planning my future trip to Hawaii at the end of July.
Attraction
When we first met...
A sordid vintage
Events from 1962 wrapped into a poem..
NEW YEAR
Sitting alone thinking of the happy times I spent with my family.
Tobacco on the wind
I don't smoke but occasionally I catch a first whiff of tobacco freshly lit
My Soul (Paloma Challenge)
Bit late, but I always take my time!!, thanks for a great challenge my friend.
Rough Hands
No comment
Conscience
Just as I ponder on my thoughts I feel uneasy to comprehend For life itself is a struggle People say only the fittest will survive Am I one of the fittest? Have I been the cause for someone or something to lose the chance To survive in this w
House of Burden
Thinking like them. But the crisis is real.
i want to go home
just feeling it
Am I dreaming
Things that make you go hummm
A Quiet Light
Reflections of a peaceful home in winter in the New England countryside.
I'd Only Just Surrendered
This is about the reality that people never really leave you. They always return, either in mind or the master illusion.
Getting old!
I saw the stranger, he walked through my house, I saw him stand and stare, like he knew I was there, I watched him as he went on his way, I watched him, like he was here to stay, And I watched as he realised, that the mirror never lies.
To Old Friend
This is to you, old friend, good-bye, farewell I say, I know it’s sad, we’ve gone through much with every day, So many obstacles were in the way, kept us apart, it‘s age And time of course, and distance great, the least to say. So many h
NOSTALGIA
I find no real joy in her...Nostalgia.
Live air
radio, radio, live transmission
~empty pillows~
Poets pillow wins vs nada lol
Cotton Candy Land
How will it be What will we say Will we go around in circles filling up the day Life was so good with cotton candy and clowns And a ferris wheel was the only place Where we noticed the ups and downs A black and white tv sat on a stand And
RE: Hurled Words
Hi, amahlala and RevWhiteWolf, I am pleased you find meaning and an occasion to reflect. Thank you for your generous comments....
RE: Porcelain dolls (for Marikia)
Cafetwo I too loved this poem its just wonderful....
RE: Touched - a poem for K. L. E.
This is a special poem Cathy, You have both passed through each others shells, and both better people as a result. Continued success ! Regards Mick....
RE: DANCE
really very beautifully painted piece love how you paint the visions in this...
online today!RE: blades of green
Here is one of the most beautiful poems on Spring that I have met: “The silver raindrops patter upon the earth today Tap Tap their knock is gentle and this is what they say O little flowers awaken and open wide your doors Come out in prett...
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