Ticket To Yesterday
I was born with a ticket to yesterday Tomorrow came along and life sailed away Who created such a work of art The treasure was mine and then we had to part Then the shoes I walked in were made for me The eyes I looked through could really
Past
I am always alone looking in from the outside Do not really belong to this world that’s around I belong to the times and the lives of my past My bones are buried in so many graves I walked throughout history and the times of yore The savagery of
"Self Pity"
I feel so much better now...lol!!
Daisies round the clothesline
childhood
He aprendido
Se trata de los valores perdidos en nuestra sociedad y mas por el respeto.Me sentía inerme al ver la degradación de nuestra raza o como somos como seres humanos
He aprendido
Se trata de los valores perdidos en nuestra sociedad y mas por el respeto.Me sentía inerme al ver la degradación de nuestra raza o como somos como seres humanos
The Quotes Garden - Beginning
The Quotes Garden Part I – Beginning Here it is!.. My famous place, From all the gardens I created, along time... There’re plates, behind each alley I would miss.. In case my dreams, one day, before I die, Will tear apart...
saint marys church yard harrow on the hill
in the churchyard of st marys , right next to harrow school. a plaque on the wall said Byron used to sit on that seat and compose, so I thought id have a seat and composed this.
Summer in Malabar
My Childhood memories of Summer I spend in the Beautiful Malabar region of India.
that guy
just came to me tonight
Kisses!
To be kissed and loved from birth to death ~ Part of the things that makes the world go around! Wish that I could steal a kiss from you! One or more would do~ The Kissing Bandit!
The Man Who Never Smiled.
True story. Happened long, long ago. Never got the bird and haven't had a beer in over 30 years. To this day I still have trust issues. Probably why I'm still single! Note: The places depicted here are real but some will be unknown to some International members.
City Reflections (For Megan)
When we were young and reckless Our hearts tripped Across broken midnight And stolen gold. Walking in the city Late one night I saw traffic light reflections On wet cobblestones. The neon and hot amber Of the summer's night Rain-slicked
The Man Who Never Smiled:..Epilogue
Epilogue, but this time fiction as I'm still alive and kicking. For our international friends "swaggie"short for swagman, a person who walked the roads seeking work carrying his meagre belongings tied to a stick and wrapped in a piece of cloth which also doubled as a blanket. His "swag". Similar in many ways to a tramp.
Leaping Frogs
So you become the added poem To reach the stilted maneuvered created crafted sway of paths that can only leave a non reason to full or drill down to your words what crap you do sigh light the world of task that leaves no flex of joy y
Hippie Me By Paul David Powers
People spend all their lives trying to run away from who and what they are. Just to find in the end that what they were is WHO they are as a person! I am a 60's hippie not with the long hair like I once had, but in spirit! And the woman I seek for this last journey is a Free Spirit Hippie Chick! If I have to give a definition of what a chick is outside of the bird reference, you're not going to understand. I think that the word today is simplicity! If you understand that are lives regional and not overseas. Contact me! Paul 240-522-6793
Lines written in a my country garden
Written in the month of May when the awakening year was saying farewell the Winters chill
Fear.
Just made up .
"Spot"
Here today ~ gone tomorrow!
Ms. Pacman
I used to play Ms. Pacman after I bowled in league in seventh grade. I could usually make it to apple. I have it on my sega, and I can make her go a lot faster, so I usally make it way past banana.
Ode to Canada.
A reflection of my recent first time in Canada, and as a gift to my Canadian cousin who looked after me so well.
HIPPIES ARE FOREVER
I WANT THAT ERA TO ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED!
weight of the world
like Atlas in dark shadow there is a Titan in every soul a thing of horrible effort and terrible scars
Down South
Down South there are flaming beds of mountains and the days are yellow and cross in summer the heat swells upon
GRASP A MOMENT
on quiet times we remember......
80's Songs
Just making up some songs related to things that happened in the 80's. Ronnie Rap is an actual song by Ron and the D.C. Crew.
Sonnet to truth
In surveying the general political scene world wide, economy of truth appears to be ' stock on trade', ushered in by smooth rhetoric.
Death is a gift
Just a poem about life and death.
Everything Said Hopeless
Not beautiful, it wasn't that. Alive, unbarren as a childheavy woman, She could unscar me if I was loose. I was the good but dangerous student. I wore a smashed look for the whole semester. Everything said hopeless, which glued her. The lea
The Ride
This poem is about a night leaving Tijuana, Mexico. My friend and I had parked on the American side and walked over in the 90's you could do that. On our way out she dared me to ride on a mechanical bull that was near where we exited. This was the experience from that ride. It is part of a collection of poetry that has been turned into a novel I'm looking forward to having published very soon.
Thoughts on my 84th birthday.
What can write to celebrate the years, made better for having endured harsh unspeakable times, yet in such times, the beauty of nature and the hope that belong to the human spirit moved the pen to compensate the ill born days of childhood, I daily grateful for my vision and the air that I breathe, so thank you for sharing it with me.
As a matter of fact
* " Such is life".......So said Ned Kelly - (famous Australian Bush Ranger)
A Triolet by Banjo Paterson with a Second Verse
I have not written any poetry in the last 20 something years but...........I was on a recent trip in Tasmania where someone made the suggestion/demand that we read a poem of the selected works of Banjo Paterson each night. As I was a solo driver this was my first attempt and it was "Page 100" without seeing what it was I had to read. I had another 2 poems to read later, one I did manage to prepare for and one handed to me on the night of "The Reading." Very difficult to properly express a poem without some preparation. Having said tha,t and mentioning this to my house-sitter on my return, it has gotten me a wee bit interested as I have not seen or heard of this form before. So the second verse is mine. Hope it suffices.
Pulsatilla (Homeopathy & Flower Remedies)
Missing Manitoba Xmas Season Craving yakisoba
A Day Off
Just going through my day off as I am so glad not to be working any Saturdays since early July of last year. My time is worth more than the extra money.
she
From monuments high On pillars of stone She stands alone Her gaze Her features Her sensual body set in stone Frome granite stone Her gaze fixed She stands For all to see Model set in stone For she is the attraction The model for al
All That Wonderful Music
I have been reading The Billboard Book of Top 40 Hits. It had every song from 1955 to 2000 that made it into the top 40 count down. When I was growing up in the 80's I would listen to Casey Kasem and Rick Dees count down the songs. I got a lot of good music from listening to the radio on Sunday afternoons. They still have the Rick Dees on 106.1 on Sunday from 7 to 11 am. The last part of this poem is from the Carpenters.
CONTENPLATIONS
Sitting here behind my window, watching the anger of the rain pelting down as if in pain. The wind doing its best to blow it over the hills to the forest in the west. My latter years spent pondering sitting here watching the world go by. Memo
PERSONAL HORIZONS
Dance was my life, and still I dabble, but somewhere the burning passion that consumed was lost, and that is progression.....on a different life course....
PARADISE
I wrote this poem when I was a teenager, one of the thousands I wrote lol
Im just a woman
we all have a dark side. just dont let it take the lead
HEARTSTRINGS......
A fish hook may be tiny, but once it takes hold it can become a powerful tool to trap and hold......just like memories acting with heartstring........