I'm not leaving
At first it was just a quick poem about no one in paticular Then I thought mabey I really need a vacation Then those glorious maidens ran shouting through the castle halls and saying things we all know to well.. How much the poets here love e
a Twin wind
written, yes it's to a special friend's loss.
CHILDREN'S..
To refresh our mind & heart..
Lets Play Ball
son playing ball
The Portrait (Shadow’s Challenge)
This was quite entertaining as I was inspired to create an illusion of an old portrait that I imagined being stored in an attic of a Victorian age subject.
How Love Feels To Me
To my children
the ancestry tree quest
THE ANCESTRY TREE QUEST Here I sit gaze upon screen lists of names oh what does it mean Files upon files a conumdrem of past where answers lay within and my roots are cast. Generations of family from decades bygone I need a spark for my search
Perfect person
My children are all my perfect people.
Where is Abby 1963?
No maiden shall be left behind. She can run but she cannot hide! It's castle law.. Article 15 Section 24 Cafe
Handmade Love
Making special presents for Christmas this year. Making it with love to show you care. Giving you my feelings in each and every stitch. Letting you know you are on my mind now and all the time. Showing you the love in this special way. Hop
From Me to You
Written for my son. I had a friend remind me of what my son is going thru right now. My son lives far from me. And he knows what I say in the poem already.
CABIN-BOY
MAN I WROTE TO a man IN Cork Ireland he left home at 1`14 to jump a ship ship in the Irish sea said he said his mom didn't care, she had 13 others at home. I told him he was wrong at the time. Mom cared for one even if she had 20 others. But he did not know of a mother's tear And so I wrote him this poem. It is on his website to this day
Road to Recovery
This is for all the people who are fighting addictions
Moving............
My cousin an his awesome family after living in an extreme town of bitterly cold and overwhelmingly hot for almost 20 years decided to head back to 'Gods country'..........and start afresh
~one of the hardest parts~
Written today for my sweet sister who realized her wrong and contacted me today. Sometimes one has to step back an give space:)
A Most Special Gift
I wrote this poem in Feb of 1971, it's dedicated to my daughter. Does she truly know how special, she will always be to me ?
Naomi
Just to clarify at Nanny's house no mate how old your are you are always offered a drink a biscuit or bar
mum
sent to mum on mothers day
relativity
a.k.a. Frick Younger and Frack Elder for a real life story: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frick_and_Frack
A Spring Clothesline
Rain falls on freshly raked grass Greening up will spruce along The freshness of spring surpass The calling of a new birdsong The humming of a happy lass Bringing in the clothes ere long Still flapping in a breeze that pass From yonder hilltop
Daddy
The 21st Century and we still have war, what does that say about the human race. What pointless reason will there be for the final war that will destroy all. Time to travel on a ship of dreams.
The Deer
My son went hunting for the first time with his new father in law. I have mixed feelings, I know hes a Man now, but I see the boy who animals just love. I saw a pic of him with the deer he killed and I see the Man, but I also see his eyes and how it worried him:-) A mother sees below what others see. I like to think the deer felt like this?
For you God daughter
For you, Goddaughter It was a very special day The call arrived out of the blew Filled with an unspeakable joy The reason I was overjoyed was you! Your dad is my brother And the best without a doubt He is a very special man One I coul
Its not time
father an son
GLIMMER OF LIGHT
One of my own poems, written in darker times. It tells of my heartache at being stopped from seeing my daughter when her mum and me separated. And for no apparent reason but to use our love of each other as a weapon against me. Vindictive and cruel. It was a time of great emotional pain and it affected me quite deeply. I found a true friend who helped me through the bad times and i will be forever grateful for her compassion and humility. She helped me turn my life around. I now see my daughter regularly.
North America Thanksgivings
Chatter of knives an forks on the plates turkey n ham harvests in now. Family's in chairs soft is the air gathering of thanks the only exchange. Purest of holidays all's to share's food an space. Pass the food back an forth's the only give an take, s
Wife
‘Wife!,' cried the impatient husband. ‘Fetch me my boots, I have friends I need to meet.’ Fetch them yourself, thought the wife, as she delivered them to his feet. ‘Wife!,' cried the greedy husband. ‘Get me food, for my hunger must be satisfied
we endure
I got your picture in my cabin your smiling face is everywhere your ghost is what I sail on through the ocean of your hair and my work it takes me everywhere and nowhere fast and slow it takes a man to plough an acre it takes a woman to make
Anger.
I wrote this 10 years ago when my daughter cut me from her life. I haven't seen her or my precious grandchildren since. I've obviously worked through the pain, but the memory lingers.
A "Nanna's" Thoughts...
For my grandchildren...
No more Pain... Dad!
In the attempt to give it one more try, I knew would be the first and last to cry. All I wanted was that father daughter bond, I was happy when you made the effort to respond. Not knowing how long it would last, But didn’t think it would be thi
The Scare
You really never know what will happen next. Whatever the problems we have with friends and family, deep down, we love them.
Momma Where Are You ?....
Dedicated to my friend..... Prayers with you....
~Splat~
Teen, suburb, winter's night boredom:)
Kindjie klein
My pa dra altyd n lap sakdoek en hoe dit n rol in my lewe gespeel het van kind af tot volwassenheid.Ek bly ver van my ouers af en ek soul my ingewande op die swart mark verkoop net om weer my pa se sakdoek in my hand te kon hou. Sulke dinge beteken meer op die einde van die dag as e-mails, cell fone, global warming of al die gefaf oor goed wat ons regtig nie in beheer is van nie
The Well
I struggled with an identity crisis .............my maternal heritage runs deep .......but my paternal heritage is virtually untraceable......i was born in the poorest country in the world but the people have the richest smiles .......i tend to lean that way ...
Run
Working here in my nine millionth job I come closer to understanding it all Walking through town today, I see men I used to know They belong here I don’t I have no mortgage, no kids They have Maybe I have balls, maybe I don’t This ti
START AND STOP...
we will start anything easly ,but fails to stop if does not like to continue.
The child...........
The beauty of innocence.............
Old Rural Life.
Same day no electric power and imagined what is was like before we accuired E.S.B.
PLEASE LEARN HOW TO TREAT HER RIGHT
women love to be treated just like the way you love taking care of your self
My Dear Sister
Not a nice poem really., just ranting.