ward sister
thinking of a ward sister..from the 1980s
rita hayworth
My journal reading you as i told you things of me kept the record of events of yesterday to recall rita hay worth rising star shone with light near and far gilda you became separate tables another name then your star lost its
new days old ways
file under nostalgia ;-)
The Feeling
Feelings - come and go like waves - sometimes softly cuddling the shore, other times crushing roughly upon it. I encoded one of the feelings inside the poem. Hope you`ll be able to see it :)
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
Prohibition
Don't really know what year it was, but it could have been 1924, and it rhymed... :D
Best Friends
Waxing nostalgic, can't have a dog where I live now...
Memento
Shocked Amazed Inspired by the movie "Memento". The poem was written on behalf of the main character of the movie.
Nevermore
I hear the distant echo of a song I knew before, it hovers o'er the river I swam in days of yore, when enclosed me only sunshine and all the world was mine, 'fore penury got its grip on me in the dark'ning veil of time I hear the distant ec
Remember
Can you remember? Have you gone too far? Have you grown so much? Have you totally let go? The summer rains as a child, playing till you were soaked jumping in the puddles dancing beneath the showers The autumn leaves Hiding in the piles
sometimes (reflective)
Sometimes when the quietness falls as you sit down to rest or stroll along a country path the mind brings back images full of places people and time recreating in a moment things we felt and knew play it again for me times of smiling, times
palm of my hands
Taking a look at the palms of ones hands thinking of life and all they have done and seen people they met by the shake of a hand turning the soil with shovel or fork having ones meals washing up too and as you wave palm to the view the
days of innocence
in the days of innocence and the pure clear water pool swimming where the morals my border and my rule young minds and hearts live and growing free games we children played and all so innocently only as one ventured out to deeper pools a
lastrun
The roadside, a highways graveyard for memory’s and careless litter. A million white lines blend into one The road goes on forever When your on the last run. I found my yesterdays on the road to tomorrow Degraded, discarde
little cottage
Little cottage by the river thatched hat is what you wear little cottage you delight me so tranquil within are we little cottage your river at the garden below runs there are trees a little patch of green birds sing the dawn son
music my dance partner
When i was young at the party dance and no one was free for me to romance when the music played i heard it seem to say come up and dance i will dance with you so up i got and suprised the lot by dancing obla di obla da as the music pla
Robin Hood Meets Mr Spock
Robin Hood is a legend He likes to help people Spock is logical Peter Frampton and Supertramp friendly and logical Fantasy island is here at Sherwood forest Blessings and love to all
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.
our déjà vu
here we go again...
can you hold time
can you hold time there in your hand like grains sand wish one could can you hold life there in your hand and not grow old if only can you hold love amid despair and not weary i hope so such are impossible dreams
Wide Open Spaces
an inspiration each day provides us with opportunity A time to greet family and friends A brave new world For us to explore blessings and love to all
Empty
smile, no shade to share good talker, good listener found porch, vacated
"Night Night"
Bed time stories, we all remember.. SS xx Hi there my brightest star!
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
Beautiful Doris Day
I love Doris Day' She projected the girl next door image A sweet lovely sophistacted sensitive woman Que sera sera Blessings and Love to all
Unrhymed
Seems like a little reflection on verse but in reality it is more of meanderings on a troubled past.
spider chronicles
Make a web of calendar silk and stretch it out as years ocean wide, expanse of time year of steps, cobweb climb catch and hold retain them fast people gone and photographs of yesterday and sublime thought spider chronicles are wrought whe
Foreplay
A dinner date can be such excellent foreplay, even if you're not to 'that point' in your relationship, or even if you've been married for years, no? Making love starts the moment you meet, and ends wherever you want it to.
the parade
A parade puts a smile on peoples faces the music is uplifting the theme is recognized everywhere A time to celebrate
My Thoughts
Images in my heart, my mind. So strong I can feel them. Some so sweet and peaceful. Others not so kind. Exhaling breath to release negativity. Letting go of all thoughts. Rainbows colored like a fairy tale. Sparkling rain drops gather into p
stele
file under nostalgia or patriotism???
TRIPPING THE 70S
MUSIC OF THE 70S
fun with songs
abbas waterloo was his downfall the bachelors diane did nt help it may have been a hard days night songs spin round again cascades and falling rain lost in france bonnie tyler its a heartache as you see len barry made the charts singing h
fun 80s
hidden song titles and singers of the 80s for fun
Boxes
I guess that this poem describes those moments in time, when we look back at all the baggage we carry, and how we attempt to compartmentalise it, to reduce its effect of our present lives
How old am i?
This is my real first try in english. i think it's poor :(
Tired
Sometimes I just want a nice neat world. No fuss no muss.
Rejoice Like a Child
It's good for us to take time out of our lives to remember the joy of being a child. It teaches us to appreciate all that we have and all that we are.
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
alienation a modern sin?
I wrote this, after I received some messages from religionists in my neighbourhood. and after encountering a man on the Internet telling me alienation was a sin according to his own faith. and as you can see, the liberty every individual has is by alienation. cause it separates the difference between us. by all means I respect old religions, but it can't be right that we should look the same I think.
Mushy Peas
A poem about mushy peas