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This economy has me concerned, but not enough to go for a walk, these cars are a lot of fun!
Same old story!
A Winter's day in Summer, A Summer's day in Winter, A promise kept, A promise broken, A pact un-kept, A love unspoken, Different days, and different ways, Different eyes and different lies, Different you and different me, Different times
When thunder is about you
Haven't written a poem in months, just toying with some rhyming
Dance With Me . . .
Inspired by listening to Thinking Out Loud" https://youtu.be/lp-EO5I60KA " Perfect" https://youtu.be/s9Vv98dituA
Times aren’t so good
I have great admiration for you. I believe with strength and prayer we’re gonna get through this together. I love you so much my big brother him .
moving stars
Stars. but not so fast.
Be careful of what you ask for...
God's own Will for us always supersedes what we want for ourselves, so we need to be mindful of that when we ask, and wait, for His response.??
Irony is hitting
thoughts.
Open!
I have an open mind, come what may, as long as you believe in what I say, My open mind never falters, I’m open , but, I have a defence, It’s a secret, that I cannot tell you, I’ll always agree, with what You say to me, and I’ll play the part, e
This won't work!
It seems that the only way forward is to go back, When things were simple, no attack, too many Freedoms mean too many hurts, too many dies, Too many cries, It’s a strange analogy between then and now, Progress means we don’t know how, We ne
Colours!
Colours……………., colours mean so much don’t they? They can define your day, blue or grey, Or soothing and colourful, feel the hint of spring On it’s way, Blue is cold, like a winters day, ….but snow, snow Brings out the child in you for you to
House of Burden
Thinking like them. But the crisis is real.
Ancient Astronauts
I have CROWNAFFAIR (over in the blogs section) to thank, for the inspiration, for this poem........
Who?
Who becomes you when you cant be? Who becomes the order of your destiny? Who were you when you were you? What changed, what made you be, the you thats now, someone took control, left you isolated and all alone, And life became, what you are
Serenity
What happened yesterday will happen today, what was will be, and all our thoughts, our longing for serenity, can never be, the young need to learn, the young can never be you and me, the lessons we learned are lost to history, and they will be, t
While in the Air
I think I have a point.
ALTERED EGO
This poem was inspired by the fairy tale mirror mirror on the wall... I thought mirror mirror on the ceiling would be a nice adult Twist. This was part of a project where we were decorating mirrors... My full length mirror was decorated fit for Freddie Mercury... and was exhibited at the Alley Theatre Strabane
Nobby
This is a true account of my brother's homicide in 1990 I have performed this poem for performance poetry In Donegal, Tyrone and Fermanagh and it has touched many peoples hearts.
Elegy to an Irish Springtime.
Banshees and Faeries are huge figures in Irish folklore. The Banshee is associated with heralding a person's passing to the spirit world.
Launch Complex 34
On January 27, 1967, NASA astronauts Virgil I. Grissom, Edward H. White, II, and Roger B. Chaffee were aboard an Apollo spacecraft and Saturn IB rocket for what was supposed to be routine ground testing of the systems. America was heading for the Moon, and all-up testing was designed to ensure spacecraft functions, the Launch Control Center, and other critical pieces required to get to the Moon. The test was considered non-hazardous. A 100% oxygen-fed fire ignited in their Command Module, and all three perished in just a few minutes as launch pad personnel desperately tried to open the multi-layered hatch which was designed to be hard to remove to preserve spacecraft hull integrity. Others tried to fight the fire while rescue crews arrived, but it was to no avail. Launch Complex 34 was decommissioned after the manned Apollo 7 launch, and the launch platform left as part of a memorial to the astronauts. In honor of their lost lives, NASA also deemed that the astronauts should be forever honored by honoring their crew name of Apollo 1, which would have been the first manned Earth-orbit flight for the Command and Service Modules. Their official mission patch is black-bordered in publicity photos of the men taken before their deaths, rather than do afterwards in memoriam. Some 55 years after their deaths, the LC-34 platform still stands, with two plaques honoring the men attached to the platform legs, as well as additional memorial information added to the site.
My inertia
I'm lazy as a slug.
Near The Lonely Zone
Entangled entrapped and alone I find myself in danger Near the lonely zone Not even the birds fly today I have no hot air balloon I'm just marooned in this hideaway Few have known near the lonely zone If I had music perhaps I could plan a
i want to go home
just feeling it
It's Not The Best Poetry, I Know
It's not the best poetry,I know,that I write for a girl It's not best poetry,I know,and she may never read anything I write I don't know why I was left out of her world She seems so far away as stars in the night I wasn't ,the best guy for her
Something In Time Something In Heart
Something in time something in heart Can never fade away Not even in the dark Something so clear something so dear Calls love to reappear Like something in time something in heart The echo was there now the echo is here You try to hold it
Liar, liar pants on fire
He is his usual talkative self today. I can hear him from blocks away. He is first, he is the loudest In the midst of where the crowd is. Like any cult leader To many true believers He is God in the flesh No a demagogue at best. In front mi
When The Soft Rains Fall (War-Time)
Who do think we’re fooling.... not nature...... not anything at all.........
No answer!
Why would a God create us?, if we never existed before, why would a God make us, limited forever more?, And why, oh why, do we die? If God created us to be, give us a glimpse, let us see, what could be? and take it away, why oh why, what can you say
Poet"s corner
It concerns our poet"s corner-The way I see some poets on our Poet"s corner .. I tried to write with humor and a little bit of irony))) sometimes it's just getting very funny ..
Why?
Why?, Why? does there need to be an answer to existence, Why not exist? No one knows, where we go, where this all goes, if we could only stop looking, we may enjoy being here! Lets all just drink Tennessee whiskey and then go to bed!
Lesson 1
Why does nothing change? You know this and I know that, I'm right and you are wrong, who's bigger?, who's more strong?, Who wants control?, noone can let it be, noone can see, it does not matter, but its up to you, and its up to me, to let it b
Time to ponder!
The new age is now, fanciful thoughts lost, memories gone, born anew, all of the past never meant to last, new you maybe, we will see.
JESUS...my rainbow (an original poem from a book of Inspiration that I published in 2016)
Life's stormy weathers are easier to bear with Jesus's help.:-)
Movie Review: Pet Semetary
Visiting graves today, Mom, Dad, uncles Gary, Bob, and Delmar, Grandpa and Grandma Radloff, Godfather Bert, Jeremy Jensen( who I student observed during my student teaching in January of 1992, he died in a house fire, classmate Cheryl Hileman who died from suicide and my best friend's mom's grave.
Take control!
Who made them smarter than me? Where we not born equally? How did I become me?, and you become you?, What?, How?, did this become true?, Though its quite funny, I have nothing, and they have the money, Im just glad to see, they live life in ecst
BE here
So you enjoy what you do? until life intrudes on you, and tomorrow becomes a chore, destined forevermore, until you can see the way, that's the price you will pay, not being enlightened, always too frightened to look outside of yourself for the a
Im
I wanted a room with a view Im here and Im you I came from before Im here forevermore I told you who you are Im here never far I know you cannot see Im you and you are me I know you dont know Im here to help you grow I know its a
Waste Of Space
There are many things As I look around my apartment That are old, decrepit, dusty and worn I shall hire myself a skip And throw them all into yesterday Where they all belong As relics of the past Myself included
Blessed Sleep
Peace .....when the candles go out…….and sleep….
Venting!
And the cost of living is rising faster than the tide, We have no control, just along for the ride, I can’t go on holiday, I can’t go away, I can’t be there, and I can’t afford to stay, Foreign interference makes life a misery, for all of y
Once upon a time, a bedtime story.
Once upon a time, long before creation , long before indignation was a part of it all, there was no space and there was no place, all that was, was thought and energy, a creative force longing to be, the you and the me, that we came to be. A
If ever… (written in 2016, revised in 2022)
For my brother....