missing you
press 1 if you're satisfied, press 2 if you'd like to rerecord your frustration...
The biology of belief...
With thanks to Bruce Lipton, a beacon of light in a morass of darkness...
Waking up on Ted …
A satire with true overtures… Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, what would I do without her? Every morning she wakes me up at precisely the right time I asked her to the night before…, More faithful a gal, a guy could not hope for… Slowly, reluctantly, I
Psychology
Got tired of being busted by what was interpreted rather than what I said. That's one reason why today I am freeatlast.
Under pressure
Under pressure the team of construction workers continue there journey to finish the school and have it ready for the children and the caretakers desperately clean dust wax and clear the way return the furniture to the proper floors God bless the beasts and the children
The Night
When the darkness covers the streets. And families are safe in bed. Out comes the people of the night. A world all their own. They don't care for the light of day. Or the structured lives some live. With beer in hand and laughter on faces.
On the Side of the Road (redux)
This is a country song I wrote and posted a loooonnnng time ago, before people started really commenting on my poems. Just thought I'd dust it off and throw it out there to see what people think of it. Written........................ on the side of the road.
Agricultural Freedom
Written 2-21-02. Back when I raised show rabbits, there were rules about how many rabbits a breeder could have before it was considered "commercial" and needed a license. Same with dogs, because of what some people did badly. IE, poor care of breeding stock, animals dying or no vet care etc. So, the responsible breeders were faulted for it, not the ones making the mistakes. But with this ripple effect on good breeders, eventually so many other things would be affected and our world would come crashing. That law didn`t pass but it`s still hovering over us.
Day 107
The threat is gone no longer do we see crude cresting on waves washing ashore killing dreams. The threat is gone toxins unknown dispersed into water’s moving force cleansing itself anew, nature’s balance caught in the middl
Mixed Emotions
Essential is the air we breath Like water is to land The world rotates with love and anger Now this I try to understand
Haiku Haiku
I rather like Haiku, actually! I believe the 'modern' traditional format is three lines, with five, seven, and five syllables per line (though a five line stanza with 5,7,5 followed by 7, 7 is common too?). What I really like in haiku, that I fail to express in mine, is to see independant thoughts that combine to form an image. That is to say, three things which aren't related through transtions, and accessories like 'and', 'with', or possessives. Blah blah blah, right? lol Maybe I'll slip by later and try my hand at a more thoughtful haiku. :)
Haiku!
Seems to be Haiku day...
The Final Act Part 2
There is more...
Every Year Haiku
Men lean on shovels Orange barrels block the road Tax dollars at work
The Concept of Money
Another life suggestion for the masses
Insurance Companies
Need I explain?
The Land is Free
Another tribute to all governments
Play, anyone...?
Hey, i am just having some fun...
The Little Mermaid that couldn’t...
I was watching my fellow-travellers on this globe, frolicking in the waves today, I had already done my frolicking, and was relaxing with a cuppa,[a Frappe, nice ice-cold Greek coffee with a tad of milk, shaken in a blender, mmm..., wouldn’t mind so
Ms. Wrong
True story!
Insecurity
My life is a dance i stumble through with steps i do not know my graceful cascade of clumsiness is such a stunning show inside i am a shamble a littered mess of nerves on the surface i show strength with perfect sways and swerves My love is
ARGANTINA
This is For My Fav.Team Ever ARGANTINA .. I hope they'll win today (^_^) (^_^) your prayrs are welcomed
Canada day
Our heritage Canada the true north proud and free We stand on guard O Canada We stand on guard for thee
Ode to Grecian Earning
with apologies to John Keats
What's To Become Of Us?
A protest song, to be sung as we march resolutely over the cliff :D
desensitized chatter
living just doesn't sell nobody's interested today maybe it's just as well tragedy's a better cliché the blood's already spilled the innocent's beaten in life their promise too soon killed speculations of motives rife we'll watch again an
you're not what we're lookin for!
a poem that reminds all of us....just be kind,and breathe,lets get out of this land of confusion...peace.
Let’s expect a miracle...
Turquoise oceans slowly turning dark and a menacing-kind-of-ugly, Healing oceans, mothers of all life, now becoming unwelcome envoys of misery, The arousing iodine-fresh smell[I plead poetic licence], now a befouled stench to the nostrils, Seagull
Homelessness
I am a poet and a songwriter. I write things in poems that can not be written effectively in a song. Most of my poetry is darker like this one. This poem is not inspired by personal experience of any kind. I wrote this poem to point out the lack of caring that we seem to have for our fellow humans. When you walk down the street and you see a homeless person, what is your first thought? Bum? Alcoholic? Freeloader? Lazy? These are just labels we use to excuse our own lack of compassion. How about showing sympathy? If a homeless person asks you for money for a burger or slice of pizza, how bout taking him to a fast food pizza joint or McDonalds and buying him a meal. You would be amazed how doing something so small and inexpensive can make you feel knowing that you have helped to make a difference to someone who due to circumstances you don't know have put them down on their luck.
Common Ground
Wanted to exspress feelings about world conflict and how we humans could but don't get together to solve the world issues intellectually and peacefully.
Changing Skies
Written shortly after 9/11
I'm Free?
How free are we really
The Block
Just messing around but really its for all my friends that lost years of their lives to this drug game that some of us can't escape but may want too. Get ya mind right, kiss ya kids(if ya got em') and enjoy what God blesses us with EVERY day!!
The Spiritual Foundling...
The spiritual foundling woke up in a trash heap in a dusty rural town of a forgotten continent when he was not yet past Shakespeare’s proverbial ‘first stage’ of life, One of the first memories he has is of stealing the H2O-merchant’s horse and wat
UNvailed
As they unvailed the loss city at record speed Devoured savage strangers with odd ease Climbed to the steeps to seek out the weak Privelaged all the elders to speak wisdom seeked Supposed claims of fortune veer them astray Havoced common
Because I could not stop for Death
Dickinsonian tribute, I guess you could say. But I may have botched the beat D:
Fear...
It was one of those days today...
UNCLE SAM
where all living at a very strange time right now...this is just my take on what i see all around me,pray we all don't end up on the street!!!
The problem with positive-thinking ...
First off, I ‘love’ positive-thinking gurus, well, to a point, Some do get nauseating past that point, though..., They certainly pose many valid, logical, unarguable tenets, They quote all the ‘holy’ scriptures and the gurus gone before them to c
man's badlands
sometimes the daily news just utterly confounds the soul...wtf!
The Lie
The Lie by Sir Walter Ralegh Go, soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errand; Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. Say to the co
Predatory Universe...???
Patience, pursue, pounce, prey..., The way of wild African animals, Or wall-street wizards? On the one hand, the mother crocodile tenderly takes her young to water, On the other it ruthlessly and without hesitation will take some other mother’