Best Friends
Waxing nostalgic, can't have a dog where I live now...
sea of voices
Come to the sea of voices as you walk upon the beach look back your generations so many gone to sleep out there with the stars somewhere baton holders who ran the race before i miss you now last people standing in a household while ones
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 :)
Stains
An ink stain on my jeans...
Always Thus
mind you, it was a tad chilly up there!!
skating alone
skating to music by barry manilow in a park covered with snow to the sound of your Walkman playing manilow songs such as these slowly skating now TIME IN NEW ENGLAND brings memory turning your face as you skate then going faster
shy girl shy guy
thinking about what shyness does to people..from someone i met in my teen years.
new days old ways
file under nostalgia ;-)
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
ward sister
thinking of a ward sister..from the 1980s
marathon mind
hmmm....file under health...or nostalgia...
memory of 1975
It only feels like yesterday when i said goodbye to her i left my suitcase in the hall of the guest house on the prom it was only 9am as i walked for the last time up the street across the road and there you were sublime just standing stil
windows 2010
I have stayed in many a place because of them The view they afford…..the light they let in Losing myself for hours on the streets outside Watching the patterns of life unfold ….rain against the window, blurry – comforting Reflecting in on anothe
Train Journey
The train left the station to England the south west the scenery and journey must rank amongst the best through devon into cornwall she sped along that day journey that would through dawlish and its bay the red cliff clay exposed to view ne
distant steps
I met you but too late on a railway station in my teens my other family step sisters only a step away but it might as well be the moon got to say raised polite were friendly too but the door into their world was slightly open
partys over-silence lingers
walking into empty rooms with only silence there the party is now over people leaving happy you stay to clean the mess silence she just watches and gently would caress noise has left a while strange the feeling now the fervour of the voice
i feel it hot..
my dream hot..
film memories
In the theatre of our mind images entertain mary astor to clara bow greta garbo to Monroe sweet charity call her Shirley tiffanys breakfast with Audrey sound of music julie andrews singer dancer leslie a warren in the theatr
Capturing the moments
Often, we are in such a rush...our days to busy to take time to see what is around us, people, nature....today I spent a quiet time, reflecting...and thought of moments...
A LOOK.......
A LOOK WAS GIVEN ITS STILL IN MY MIND BY WHOM ITS GIVEN WHO COULD BE SO KIND?
Right
I waqs on a journey of self discovery...early 90's
The Program
I'd raised my kids as a single dad...introspection....
Dear Poets in our Poetry Corner,,,
Just to say thanks to all who contribute here in the poetry corner, for sharing your thoughts and hearts with us here!
the station
Approaching trains brought me to you my eager journey at last done my suitcase too i climbed down to you i walk to exit and family meet and leave you there but for a while yet too return on cycle rides my footsteps lie invisible u
just wishing
Just wishing just hoping that is what people do everyday everyway whatever our heart is saying to us new people new lover maybe a somewhere else everyday everyway whatever you aspirations are saying to us rekindle reawaken embers
Time
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Back and forth goes the clock. Eyes searching for a face. Memorized numbers in their place. Round and round goes the hands. No beginning no end. Once was calculated by just mere sand. Passing through an hour
venice-one dream
One of my dreams if it could be to visit Venice city on sea the colored house so sharp a blue the decore streets the peaceful view the small canal and cove
I Hate To Say Good-bye
I have always been fond of reading. It saddens me watching the good old tactile books being replaced by .........electronic books. There is something about turning that page and the feel of it in my hand I do not want to give up. And that is what this poem is about. Me not wanting to say good-bye to the smell of leather and the wisping sound of a page turning.
Oh~ You~ Cowboys!
Observations of the life that surrounds me- of goodness and simplicity.
route 66
click image to get the full photo of route 66
Tears for Cleopatra...
Er, I do not feel comfortable revealing on the worldwide web, whether this is a true story or whether I made it up, C'est la vie...
pondering
FREE STYLE
The Dress
Funny how no matter how old I get I still will think about the wedding gown as if I were still a girl.
Forget Me Not
Forget me not my love You'll always have my heart. Where time and love and people meet We'll never be apart.
Cowboys Are Cowboys Just the Same
Cowboys are the same everywhere and the commute to and back from work each day.
Longing
Written for a love that is far,far away across the world.
No Time
Hurrying about. Without a thought. No time to worry about silly things. Ink pen stuck in hair, no barrette. Who really does care. No time to rest must finish work. If it is possible I think my brain hurts. If I slow down hunger would catch u
an era long gone.
after watching a programme showing the victorian-edwardian era..so fascinating..had to put it to a poem..it was just like a journey back in time..vivid..and meaningful..
salis in underland
Salis in underland it is not a poetry nor fiction, there is here lack of action for this is underland ,my grave a bautified dressed man in cave some winds passes the vacant graveyard i passed those days of difficulty and being hard a shad
Once a child
Once a child lay on her knee who could know what happens to thee So you ll crawl and they applaud watch you walk with smiling face Come to me voices call
Feelings
Strong, powerful, unable to capture. Free, flowing, caressing. To the depth of rapture. Passing sight unseen. In front, behind, all around. Loud boisterous echoing. Sometimes silent without a sound. Give take here there. Fast moving air. G
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.