no title
the sitar strummed my soul while my hands moved round and round leaving the shadow of thoughts on the paper
JUST SAYING II
Telling it like it is...the ONLY way! ALL you haters... how did it feel to get Trumped! Just kidding...Not!
T'was The Night Of The Inauguration
There's no author but I just wanted to share. I hope the original writer will claim it.
SELF ...
I CHERISH BEING CONTENT
ANTI*AMERICA...LBF!
SPILLING TRUTH I MUST!!! donald j trump tribute 07/27/2021
the red wave isn't Republicans
they are the waves rippling in blood i hope they crest and crash down and drown the Democrats who continue to vote blue ripples increase numbers family left behind in peril have loved ones friends friends of friends who hear their testimonials
Kill
I wrote this one 3-7-2022. There are many ways to describe this song from my travels to today's stance in Europe, but I'll step back and let you contemplate the meaning!
1916 Ireland
last two lines of poem.I had to put them in here to able to post it. To all Irish people be proud of this day Raise a glass and celebrate Ireland's glorious past My Great Grand father was at the GPO Dublin on Easter Monday 1916.
France.. bleu, blanc... rouge sang..
Impression du moment... sur l'état de la France... et ce qui s'y passe.. et pourquoi... ?? Little report of current situation.. about what is happening in France.. and why.. I wrote and published this on my Facebook page... I'm not a political person... but this is going too far... in between corruption and complete disconnection of a government that does nothing but increase taxes on the poor meanwhile the richest one get away with murder... Sorry... it's in French.. not sure it's appropriate language for most of you... copy it into Google translate maybe will help!! Lol
The martyr
This poem is written for all the big and small head of soldiers,who serve the country,and give us pleaseant sleep by keeping themselves awake all the time of any country....
Sniffy Do
Originally, this poem came from the ancient Greek. The title was something like oikemon parthenos pussypoo. Apparently, Athenian women took offense at the lack of a believable story line. Men had few complaints. Somehow it appeared centuries later, in the waist packs of Visigoth warriors, on their way to Gaul. More recently, a copy turned up in an excavation site near Oslo, along with a collection of stone sex toys. Check out the neat meter, which is not unlike that of the sonnets of A E Neuman. Slick.
Expulsion!
PEOPLE MUST FIGHT THIS GOVERNMENT THAT IS TAKING OUR CONSTITUTION AWAY FROM US. THAT IS THE LAST SAFEGARD OF OUR CIVIL LIBERTIES! THEY CAN'T HAVE YOUR RIGHTS IF YOUR STILL USING THEM! THE PEOPLE UNITED WILL NEVER BE DIVIDED! I AM AN OATH KEEPER! PROTECT THIS LAND FROM FOREIGN AND! DOMESTIC! ENEMIES!
The New World War
Bang-Bang goes the gun as we hide away from time This book and pen is all I've got left to say is mine There's a fire in this beating heart, and it only beats for you Thousands of candles in this dark, but still can't seem to find you You're
The Celts
inspired by Connemara...
The Face on the Wall
I have visited the Vietnam Memorial in Washington, D.C. many times and realize each time the sacrifices made for naught.
banksy
Who's this banksy Who draws on walls His pictures he creates Statements his drawings Create He make you think A story he tell His political view His picture tells A polition he is not An artist he is He creates his picture To
My emerald home
A poem of Ireland, the emerald isle, my home.
heaven
apparently this was written in the second world war by a G.I in the pacific and i think its very sad
WHAT I SEE
I speak only truth, and this is just that... Added verse 8/7/17 twkd..11/08/18
JAMAICA 50
I wanted to write something for Jamaica's 50 years of independence celebrations. My pen would not write so I am typing as the thoughs come to me. If I did not do well please forgive me.
Proud to be Jamaican
We are Jamaicans and proud to be In our hearts we were born to be free Try as you will with all your might We will stand and fight for our rights We are Jamaicans this is our land Our fore fathers labored and toiled with their hands Building
Paddy's Day Rant
A Paddy's Day rant as I watch my village slowly die. 42, people aged between 18-32 gone mainly to Australia, out of population of 750. Forced to leave because of lack of work and opportunity. Rural Ireland is dying but its plight s not being heard in Dublin
HERE COMES SANTA
HERE COMES SANTA IN HIS SLAY ALL HIS PRRESENTS HE HAS TO GIVE AWAY BIG TOYS LITTLE TOYS ALL TO GIVE AWAY UP UP IN THE SKY, HIS SLAY AND RAINDEERS GLIDE OVER LAND FAR ,FAR AWAY TO GIVE HIS LOVELY TOYS AWAY IN THE DARKNESS OF THE MOON LITE NIGH
Army
Here they come down the street The men and women marching along Family cheering, crouds roaring and the men and women in uniform waving As the march along with the flag We solute the marching and honor the fallen As we are safe and free
Kansas
A voice spoke deep inside crossing that borderline The wind creeped below the shell of my soul to settle for which unknown A quiet mystery penetrates the soul Fields flowing to and fro, calling calling calling Reaching out so hard and fas
Red hair and red faces
Inspired by Robbie Burns poetry
GIANT TODLER
This poem is about Nigeria, a blessed country in terms of human, material and natural resources, yet its people wallow in abject poverty because of the bad leadership of its politicians with active conspiracy of western interests and colonialists.
DOES IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE
DOES IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE STEPHEN DUNNE IT’S TIME FOR A CHANGE, IT’S TIME FOR PEACE, BROTHER AGAINST BROTHER, IS THE FIRING GOING TO CEASE I HEAR PEOPLE CRY, A GREENPEACE SHOUT, POLITICIANS WHO WON’T ANSWER, THEY DON’T KNOW WHAT IT ‘S ABOU
"The American Dream”
I wrote this poem in college.
In the grooves..
The world fits in here somehow, somewhere. In the palm of my hand. Between the grooves, the life, the linx, the expectations-- reflections. So hard to see where it all goes to or from which it came I hope it makes sence, eventually.
Long May It Wave
The emotions and adrenaline rush that the Star Spangled Banner emotes.
Never Forget Part 1
This song is dedicated to the men and women of our armed forces who have served in times of war past and present.To the POW's and those still MIA.To those who made the ultimate sacrifice with their lives.And to their families who wait and pray for their return.
Never Forget Part 2
This song is dedicated to the men and women of our armed forces who have served in times of war past and present.To the POW's and those still MIA.To those who made the ultimate sacrifice with their lives.And to their families who wait and pray for their return.
Dixie
Me and my Belle will one day settle down here in Bama, in our population 10 town. So Darlin',hope you don't mind my Confederate flag, Behind the rest of the country, us Southerners lag. The hospitatily will grow on you sweet heart, This is where
gulf war
this poem is based on the gulf war a young soldier trying to make meaning why he is in the combat zone with an invisable enemy.
images
thing that we all hold dear inside are heads stored but not forgotten
Don’t Build a Fire on the Roots
Hello to Everyone. The author of this nice poem is an Armenian nice poetess Ruzan Asatryan. I've just translated it from the Armenian language into English. People who know the history of the old civilazations and read some pages of the history of the Armenian nation, will understand the lines...
The Patriot
A tribute to my grandfather and to those who gave the ultimate sacrifice so that we may life free.
To Emigrant
Sky is bottomless, Sky isn't mine. Space is limitless, Space isn't mine. Road is infinite, Road isn't mine. People walking by Aren’t mine. So I ask you, my friend… What is keeping you back? Here sky isn't yours, Here space isn't yours, He
homecoming
I have came back, to where I came To tell you this, It's no the same I missed it so every day, folk would ask me, Why do I stay, So far away, fae ma ain kind There's somethin missin in your mind, I'm sure it was my heart they meant, The ache,
Happy Birthday USA
Born out of a battle of defiance...."freedom" arose to establish a country such the world has never seen before or since....a country that brings a great sense of purpose and fierceness to all those who love her and defend her....America...characterized here with such gut feeling....and affection.
"Barrense Accent"
this poem reveals my native background and express the rich culture from my birthplace...