Ankara II
Another Ankara poem
When im free
when I am free the dark well move into light and set my wings for final flight, maybe in the day but probably in the night, when I am free I well let go of all the past, when I am free there be no fear my sprit well soar across the sky I well need n
unkown soldier
On cold wet sullen sky The roar of guns fill the air Echos of guns explode In the air Smell of death fire and smoke Decimaties The soul to hide in trenches deep Body laden stenched decay Flows rivers of blood Here lies one unkown
The Last Dream
Inspired by Anthony Perkins role in "Phaedra".
Sea Dogs
SPOILER : A group was captured by vicious heartless pirates, they made the mother walk the plank, looked on by the ELDEST of her children, she is the Goddess of Alantis and lastly they transform to their true form. . .
Lost
Time stood still as she looked around And wondered where she was Her mind was blank, there was nothing there No name, nor who she was All around her the world moved on The hustle and bustle of the city The faces hard, the distant stare Not o
The faces of Lies,deceits and betrayals !
Whitish grey, Do you lie? Please tell me why, Greyish white, Harmless and thoughtless, Tale binding with a long tail behind. Light darkish grey, Colours spectrum of deceit. There is so many reasons to bluff. Caught red handed, Fear is the m
one hand wavin' free
Some of Bob Dylan's best lyrics, From "Mr. Tambourine Man"
Misery Loves Company
Misery loves company, but poor company it is.
The Nightmare Man
The night was very dark and deep As I danced along the edge of sleep I grasp the knocker on dream's door And wait till I can wait no more Body and mind surrenders and slumbers And my dream self is left to lumber Perplexed, being neither here no
Listen to good advice
In the land of angels, Demons come out to play. Whispering hidden tresures and clues, Dont believe every word they say! Be prepared and open your eyes, Mocking your faith and intelligence, Nothing seems to go as you
The Hardening (Part 3)
Writing these poems have been fun. I don't know yet where it will end. I do know bringing these characters alive out into the open is in its self a dance. Thank you for reading and allowing them for a brief time to enter your domain.
A Murder of Crows
Things are very still sometimes and most mesmerizing when sitting very quietly along a trail in the New England northern forest....in wintertime...the scene for this kind of Poe-like dark transcendentalism.
Hoarders
A friend of mine has a hoarding problem passed down by his parents and his great aunt.
He Cometh!
What evil lurks in the mind of men! The Shadow knows! He cometh!
Bitter
Originally inspired by a Blind Melon song and the old tootsie roll pop commercial" Excuse me Mr Owl but how many licks does it take to get to the middle of a Tootsie Pop ?" http://youtu.be/LZ0epRjfGLw
My Version of Truth
This was actually one of my former neighbours....lived next to him for about 15 years when I saw him 4 years later he had managed to...drink into oblivion...he didn't even recognise me...
The Dance
Bonus points for those that can work out tbe meaning
The Old Millstone
Once an old mill stood near an old covered bridge..and all that remains of the mill is the old millstone that now rests half buried in the streambed...below the falls...under the bridge...down an old dirt road late this fall creates my mood in free verse.
Scarred
Just a thought away from suicide I have one foot in the grave And though I yearn to live my life I'll never recover from my mistakes God may forgive me for my sins But I can't take that chance Because I've done too much, thus far And my mind's
DORAN KORAN
they are going to give me a litany of choices as to what type of poetry this is....since the first four lines rhyme and then the body is all over the place, and once again the last four lines rhyme I call this type of poem, among many others i've written "~free cee's!~ Hybrid poetry...thanks for reading me, ~free!~ despite the fact that i had a double major in creative writing and analytical poetry I have no clue as to what the hell "Ghazil" is---if any pretty 54-62 year old woman in the south Fla. area can define it to me I'd be more than content to listen...as to men who want to fill me in....go teach a course in it somewhere and i'll google it!
How did we get here?
This is about an ex I had. That relationship was probably the worst I have ever and will ever have.
Memory Flash
Sometimes you need to write because you need to write because you NEED to write
He Cometh!
Tales from the dark side! Do you believe in Ghosts?
If a Woman....
If a woman wants to be a poet, she should run backwards circling the volcano; she should feel for the movement along her faults; she should not get a Ph.D. in seismography. If a woman wants to be a poet, she should not sleep with uncirc
Doing Time
Shackled to a couple of dead men then thrown off from
Forever Enigmatic
I leave it for the reader to discover
The Façade
Beneath a sky of blazing red She twists and turns in agony The pain so keen from feet it starts Like on broken glass she’s walking The scream that bursts forth from her lips Is lost in the silent echoes It bounces round neath Heaven and Hell
Lament of Love
There is a low keening sound Carried through the air on waves of sorrow Pure, incessant notes of loss For love cannot be heard Her spirit weaves its delicate tread Tiptoes between the graves of dead hopes Surveys all damage for her sake For
Dont you lie...
Feeling jerked around lately...
The Night Calling...
I seem to compose more at night...
Black Magic
Some dark stuff...more coming...
13 Black Days
A song I wrote about a suicide and the decent into Hell
Don't we learn
One night I heard the cry
Sad Poem
Just thinking of some random things that are depressing. Work and the raining cold day helped.
I WAS ASKED TO WRITE A POEM SOBER AND I DID.......
I WAS ASKED TO WRITE A POEM WHILE I WAS NOT UNDER THE INFLUANCE OF ANY DRUGS AND I DID HERE IT IS
have you ever seen two slugs coppulate?
because no one else but me knows what losing a lover is like, and only me
~XX~
How far do you want to take the think of the personal you?
Combat
Just digging through old poetry searching for something and found this, I think it was a significant part of my life because Ive been a basketcase ever since LOL .Some have read this some haven't ...Cheers
Streets Ahead ..just a wittle story for ya ......
there was a time when the world was in turmoil an causes a parliament of materialistic whores, but there was a few great ones who deared to take a stand against all odds, a time when fabric of only hope was on the very edge of extinction, a time when
Fear the Night!
Fear the Night! In The darkness of the night The howling wolves did roar A witch was seen in Moon lit beams On a broomstick she did soar From mother earth to way up high It was the night of nights of Gremlins Filled with all sort
MY LIFE FULL OF CHANGES ------(WORTH READING)
I WROTE THIS POEM PERTAINING TO MY LIFE AND HOW I FEEL