terminal youth
Oh to be young again bouncing up and down with giggled drama running in all ways free to smile the hours passing childhood easily not thinking or caring when will we grow up to play tighter games with rules we don't understand the days...t
playing with trains
imagination trumps realities
Glove
The author is a remarkable Russian symbolist poet of the beginning of the 20th century Nikolai Gumiliov. In 1921 he was shot by the revolutionary government on the charge of taking part in a counterrevolutionary plot. But in reality he died due to refusal to divulge information about the plot. His wife – an outstanding Russian poet Anna Akhmatova - wrote in despair: My husband's in grave, My son is in cell, I plead you to pray for me, pray.
Promise Of Christmas
The comfort of Christmas.
Din Guardi
Din Guardi © D Heckels The only memorial of all that is told are of sieges and valorous chieftains of old from that bleak rocky throne in magnificent pride Din guardi stands with its secrets it hides Bard divint tell ya tales aboot y
Alauna-Alaunos
Footnote THE FARMER'S FOLLY One of the most imposing reminders of the Percy family in Alnwick is an eighty three feet high Percy Tenantry Column which is known locally as the Farmers Folly. The column designed by the Newcastle architect David Stephenson was constructed in 1816 and lies close to the southern end of the street called Bondgate-Without. It is one of the first sights to greet the visitor to Alnwick from the south. Legend is that the second Duke of Northumberland (a Percy) lowered the rents of his agricultural tenants by twenty-five per cent to help them through the period of agricultural depression which followed the Napoleonic Wars. It is said that the tenants were so grateful to the Duke that they erected the great column in his honour - topped of course by a stone statue of the famous Percy Lion which had been the emblem of the Percy family for centuries. But the story is that the Duke, far from showing gratitude for the monument to his honour was more interested in the fact that his tenants had been able to raise the money for the monument. His reaction was to raise their rents once again - the story is however only a legend.
Jamie Allan
Footnote Jamie Allan - famed piper, gypsy, serial army enlister and deserter, horse thief, and jailbird. (Jamie Allan was a Northumbrian piper, a border gypsy, born 1734 in Rothbury and who died in the Durham Lock Up in 1810 where he was serving a life sentence for stealing a horse from Gateshead seven years earlier. During his lifetime he became a legendary rogue, but one of immense talent as a musician, often patronised by the aristocracy who, however, became wary of him when his wayward behavior began to match their own. As he grew older his attraction to them diminished and his struggle to survive intensified along with the other gypsies who were regarded as rogues and scum and treated as such. He retained a few loyal supporters, mostly on the North side of the Tyne, who tried to get him released, but they failed and he died confined miserable in Durham. For some he represents the spirit of the borders and he retains the affection and admiration of most musicians carrying on the tradition. This song is written as a celebration and salute to Jamie Allan, warts an’ all.)
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This is a translation from Russian of Eteri Agaronova's poem, dedicated to her late friend.
A Gift In The Hay
Thoughts of Christ's humble birth in a stable.
bad decisions make good stories
ever notice how bad ideas make good stories remember how you told your Mom that you'd be right home after school but went trestling instead with Johnny and Lawrence and you ran like a fearful wind when the train caught up and any one of you coul
A Cowboy's Christmas Play
A poem about a Christmas play.
i love a good story
"Oh Dudley"...."Oh Nell" ;-)
Simple Little Ranch Truths
Observations from growin' up on a ranch and it's life as an adult.
WINTER--EARLY MORNING
By Louise Owen The black sky tingles with a million white stars; Blue burns Serius red burns Mars. Venus in the east hangs bigger than a moon, and the green-laced horizon says dawn will be soon. And the farmer wakes up, and the farmer bo
Unbroken.. Re-Written
A cowboy poet's will to survive despite rough going.
Christmas Tree
A quiet Christmas tree ritual and Christmas spent up in the timbers.
The Christmas Ride/Jinglin' Bells
Riding a green-broke colt to town one Christmas Day and the excitement that ensued.
You Know, I Never Liked A Rainy Day
I wrote this poem, in rememberance of all the little girls, that married the little boys-that they once thought they hated so much, lol Having 6 brothers gave me lots to draw on, one in particular- that teased all my friends, and made them cry, and then married the one that hated him the most !
Torn between
This is life and sometimes we have to make tough choices at the expense of breaking each other's hearts, which can’t be helped. Couldn’t go to sleep last night and watched a nice movie - hence the inspiration.
nursing lives
"old friends...sat on the park bench like bookends" for Richard Holbrooke
The Cowgirl Poet's Persuasion
Writing of what makes my heart sing.
Knights of old
I stand before you as a knight of old My suit of iron glistening in the sun A hero from the days of yore A quixotic echo of days long past Yet underneath lies a man of broken dreams A man out of step with modern times No need for chivalrous i
attention span
another day without a care...i hope i can get there.
A lady late
she will meet me yesterday I saw her as like as usual as fresh as wallpaper 's flower she wanted to come to me yesternight we had had a bad struggle and childish fight i always told her no to do such deeds we were freind ,there is no
Memories of a "Cheese Danish"
this poem is about feelings breaking rules,and cheese danishes
A Simple Toast
A toast to the timeless cowboy.
wishes
i wish, i wish that i coud be what ever i set out to be, when i was young and oh so free, have someone that would love only me, some one with my life to share,be there for me and always care, thought i had that but was so wrong, im left alone
A Journey
Gentle spiral to the ground. In circle motion round and round. Dancing rhythm of its own. Destination unknown. Gust remove others. Legions follow. Leaving cover. Soon replaced. Seasons defaced. Hint of color. All so true. Reaching to skies
My Daughter kimberley when she was 3 (almost)
Kimberley was a beautiful little girl who could never stay clean. She didn't care how grubby she got, she just had fun.(this is most of her life). We called her our joyful bubbly one.I had a lot of fun with her and still do. She would do anything anywhere for a laugh. She's now 22.
Mitcheltown School
It was an old closed school up a long steep driveway with a huge concrete playground. It was also surrounded by a pine tree forest. We used to play there as children.
No Regrets.
I was trying to make sense of my life and how I now look towards the next 'journey'. I hope this poem doesn't come across as too morbid, it's an acceptance of 'what is and what will be'.
RatBoy..
just a bit of silly verse about myself lol
Revel In The Journey
Written in honor of my maternal grandfather whose education was very much like these written words.
Still Ground
A low sun rinses daylight from skies paled by December, the placid crunch of leaves echo beneath my slow steps in the late afternoon coppice suffused by dark hazel light as thin frost and traces of snow pinch the air, whisper of winter. From
Duck
If the ocean was wiskey and eye was a duck, i'd dive to the borrem and never come up
The Wanderer
I wrote this poem out of the blue as a sense of restlessness overcame me.
He Plants Kisses On My Back
Kiss and fly.
The Little House That Grew Into A Home
What fills a home. Mary asked me to post this for her.
Looking for my unknown kalyanamitra...
a kalyanamitra is a spiritual friend who is able(maybe, maybe not) to be a soulmate, in short a beloved one(any worthy otherself)... "kalyanamitra" is a sanskrit word... i guess i prefer "gewa chennyen"(kalyanamitra in tibetan) or "hao p'hon you"(kalyanamitra in chinese) or "kokoro no tomodata"(or "shin tomodata", kalyanamitra in japanese)... i really don´t know... words float in the void when i try to understand their deep and genuine meanings... Let there be kalyanamitras!!!! May all Heavenly Beings gather the kalyanamitras here and now!!!!... forever...
Parting
No more love to share, no more joy and care, You’re leaving soon, taking my heart with you, Taking hopes, delight, all that’s ever been mine, You're bent for the future, I‘m staying behind. I’ll be left with myself, I’ll be done, I’ll be lost,
"Mystical Honeymoon"
i am still inspired by Kitamura Kigin(japanese poet from the XVII Century)... i combine the love theme of "Iwatsutsuji"("Wild Azaleas" or "Rock Azaleas") with other elements of eastern poetry such as the scar of a warrior, hope from an auspicious star and the scent-probably from an incense of indian clove that shows a spicy inner feeling... about the queen bee, probably i don´t deserve this kind of relationship, and so, being humble, i compare myself to a beloved quean because i am not the main consort or lover to this unknown worthy drone...
"Something has taken you so far from me"
I am trying to uncover my deluded feelings towards an invisible mirror where i am able to foresee a tragic reflex of a love relationship that it isn´t responsive... Perhaps my otherself is still shallow and selfish and so i meditate if i am guilty or not guilty when i face my own behaviour and inner feelings while there is a lack of Love and i keep on being lonely and suffering a lot... Perhaps i am understanding my failures in matter of love relationships; by other hand i recognize my personal worth and my meritorious deeds even if am still hopeless and despised by others...