Of Rubber, Men and Machetes
Tapping away in 19th century style
Of Rubber, Men and Machetes 2
Who knows might serialize this :)
Of Rubber, Men and Machetes 3
still rolling
A Quiet Light
Reflections of a peaceful home in winter in the New England countryside.
Bengawan Solo
I like the Indonasian song with the title "Bengawan Solo" very much.This song is translated into many foreign languages,,so I tried to translate the song according to the Japanse version,into English,,I do hope some singers will sing this song..(Satoshi Okano) 18July 2020
Maybe in my next life.
I feel him, just think that I am meant to just remember him for my next life.
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.
Mario Brothers 3
My last song I listened to is If I Can't Have You by Yvonne Elliman from 1977 on the Bee Gees Saturday Night Fever soundtrack.
One Week on my Cell Phone
I know I have seen more, but I can't remember them all. It has been fun though.
Cityscape 1950
Cityscape 1950
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
ECLIPSE
Their lips locked together clumsily then more gently in seeking
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!
Drive Thru
Another haiku, I used to work fast food from 10/88 - 1/93, and I never had to work the drive thru.
November tears
November tears fall asleep to their music, the noise of fallen leaves, fast twilight that steals a ray of sunshine dry grass on the hills of Poloniny. November tears flow in lonely times as if they wanted to clean the world wash away
Vanishing
I dance with the wind like a broken leaf swirling in gusts of joy. Indian summer turns a thin thread, and autumn comes to my heart. Color palette, fog in the meadows at dawn in the morning and nostalgia and some regrets that time passes
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
Canada Five Dollar Bill
I went to Canada in 2003 and 2005 and brought home a five dollar bill, a two dollar coin(silver with a golden polar bear in the middle) and a dollar coin(loon), I also felt a lot safer there than here in Wisconsin.
A Poet's Soul
I fear if I run out of ink my thoughts will cease to flow, No longer free to roam around where they desire to go. Caught up in a stasis as my mind begins to congeal, Severed from my senses I find I can no longer feel. The proo
The Dragonfly
Deeply lost.
light horse
tribute to ozzie light horse from a355074 retired
I was never very sociable.
I was never very sociable. I never fit in those circles of friends Where each one tries to show off more than the other, I never liked being the center of attention. I like simple things, simple people, Eternal loves and lifelong friends.
Poem 209
209 poems in, 800 is Steve's record..
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
Night drift
Falling asleep with a Western book in hand
Split like smoke
random but somehow jigsaws together
Bonfire
All the emotions felt staring into a beach fire.
A Place
Deprsession and how those caught in the trap desperately try to escape. My first poem for three years, trying to start again.
Rain
I sank my face in heavy rain seeking relief. I thought it would be easier when will wash away my desires I wanted to wash my longing remove all defeats forget the past quench my sorrows. I washed my hair with streams to be a more greener a
A walk after the rain
After rain birds - suicides flow straight under the wheels of cars After rain green trees are greener and the smell of grass breaks in in the nostrils. After rain comes first silence after a while sing various sonatas. After rain I'
E.M.Forster's poem
It describes how we should be ready to encounter problems in life and surpass them.
Go Bears!
I watched the game last week and it didn't matter at all who won that game. The Bears still made the playoffs and the Packers still have home field advantage throughout the playoffs.
Vacation Day
It's fun to take some of that moola and do something fun with it. Tonight I'm going to a Chinese buffet with a friend.
Dressed in White..
Depicting Winter snow as a new bride....Just letting my imagination roam freely. Christmas is a time for family and fond memories.
ONCE
It speaks
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
A sordid vintage
Events from 1962 wrapped into a poem..
Attraction
When we first met...
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.