Wand To Wave
"Abracadabra"
Bittersweet
A few thoughts....Happy Thanksgiving.
Drama farmer
The less you blame things on others the happier you'll be
NOTHING LEFT
Not much to say about this one. It's dark but I like it
SO EASY
When you first spoke to me and I spoke to you This connection grew so fast between us How I’ll never know But I’m so glad you are my friend It feels so easy I will always be your friend That’s very easy Do I hear unspoke
Silence
Why I can not tell you how I feel why stand in front of you I lack my words maybe I'm scared that you won't understand me and your words "It's nonsense" frighten me. So I enclose my thoughts and I have a dialogue internal myself And you'l
THANKSGIVING PRAYER
Bringing back out of the moth balls as we approach Thanksgiving Day this Thursday November 28, 2019.
Believe in Possibilities
I am not going to let a man use me or be a player Want the real thing only Rachael
The enchanted forests
Sometimes fairytales feel real
Always with gratitude
Through it all give thanks Gratitude eases n helps understand lifes stresses
THE FOOL
I was looking trough the poems on here and I came across one of Gongdo's titled "Love Me" After reading it I sort deconstructed it . I did some restructuring some of Gongdo's wonderful phrases, added some new lines and ended up with "THE FOOL" Finally I'd like to thank Gongdo for his kind permission to make it public and post it here. Heel erg bedankt Gongdo. This one is has a bit of a stumbling rhythm, this is because It is based on the The tarot card of the fool, and he is stumbling along oblivious to danger. I would be interested in your honest opinion of of it.
GENEVIEVE
i wrote this for my baby genevieve, who i call genna.yesterday, she was run over by a real sicko. and she was walking on the white line.i never had a chance to say goodbye so i"ll say it now,farewell my little girl
Six sides
Slams the door Heavy the hinges grinds that Drewls within the stench of odours of others that have been before Light flickers Heavy bangs noises loud voices heard Six sides one is trapped One sits to one fate to one's dispair Stench of
She
To Eve
GUARDIAN ANGEL OF THE ANIMALS
Dedicated to a dear friend who was a Wild Life Rehabilitator who recently passed. Carole:I know that you are walking among God's animals in Heaven now and are happy and free of pain. Enjoy! Until we meet again dear friend.
Bonfire
All the emotions felt staring into a beach fire.
Men Drought or Flood
Men and world earth times More later maybe edit
Men & women veryyyy different
Men women Communication affected By school forming them
Love Dancin' Much
Love music Miss the good ole' days much
Afternoon Delight
My parents were exceptional Always giving the best Deserving the best Loved by many for their gracious Love dedication loyalty Proud to be their loyal daughter!
Loving Homes
My homes in Michigan And Alaska Mom and I did the tree and gifts and everybody pitched in The present pile around the tree was Great! The aroma was mighty fine Of a fresh tree manicured for the house free of would be Critters
Love Water Hopes Dreams
Life's dreams
A Gentleman with pure intentions
Powell was the inspiration He knows his name Have never met him Don't know him well But he appears to have much heart
Rowing Away to Love
Written from the perspective of an unfulfilled dream about love.
My Dream from Rachael_0622
After much effort I DEEPLY fell in love here Learned a lot Right now his gray light and green light r off What does that mean no circle? Just his pictures text This happened before w him He said he'd replaced modem from storm Don't know his status But I wish to hear from him Rachael
Nights
When I am unable to see a wink I beg the night to give me some sleep.
"YOU" P.
On line dating Who knows the truth I don't ???
The World of Einstein and me
Einstein is my dog, he passed 2 months ago, he has been with me for 13 years, he is my son. This poem is for him.
THE HOPE FOR YOU
THE HOPE FOR YOU
I DREAM OF YOU
I dream of you Do dreams come true I hope so Cos I dream of you Behind closed eyes Asleep at night I kiss you Behind my closed eyes When morning comes and starts a brand-new day It fills me more than words really say The love that grows
Hot stuff
Memories of Alaska Hot hot hot nights! When he's hot 4 u U r hot 4 him never take it for granted U may never replace him Pretty hard to give that up Rachael_0622
Falling Leaves
The powerful change of seasons underway prompts me to account for the passage of yet another year.
There was a girl
This was a mostly a true story from many moons ago Up on a mountain top Somewhere over the Great Lakes of Michigan Looking down into a valley Just two fully clothed in a car Enjoying a day An elderly dad of around 80 showing a daughter over 35 an old building broken down That the youths of his day square danced in Some is fiction some truth The sign 100% true The cop was there w his words But they were not lovers Just dreaming Of yester years Like aprox. 30 Years ago Rachael_0622
Glove
The author is a remarkable Russian symbolist poet of the beginning of the 20th century Nikolai Gumiliov. In 1921 he was shot by the revolutionary government on the charge of taking part in a counterrevolutionary plot. But in reality he died due to refusal to divulge information about the plot. His wife – an outstanding Russian poet Anna Akhmatova - wrote in despair: My husband's in grave, My son is in cell, I plead you to pray for me, pray.
Sunny day
Her Hair sways, She dances in the sun Her eyes sparkle , She glances at the sun Her heart beats, She feels the heat of the sun Smile dances upon her lips, Beads of sweat drip, Skin bronzed, She basks in the sun.
Christ at the Speed of Light
Eric Fromm stated all anxiety comes from the sense of feeling separate.
911
The term aesthetic arrest was first used by James Joyce in his book A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. The philosopher, historian and theologian Joseph Campbell, also a Joyce scholar, explained aesthetic arrest as,"A simple beholding of the object... you experience a radiance. You are held in aesthetic arrest. This radiance, the perception of beauty, is regarded as a communication of the hidden power behind the world, shining through some physical form."
Even When I Sleep
Sometimes you may see someone that you know or even see someone in a dream that you have never met before. As the dream progresses you find that this person is perfect for you. Their touch is so beautiful. The moment is so soft and sensual. Your mind and body explodes with physical and mental attraction. It's almost like love at first sight (only if it weren't a dream). There are times that we are awaken from these sweet dreams and wish we can somehow get back to the moment that we left off at within that dream. We want to get back to that dream to spend more time with that dream-like love that we have never experienced before. In the dream world, everything is possible; so we experience life in a surrealistic fashion - and then we awaken to reality. This poem is for anyone who strives to fill every loving relationship with the dream-like qualities that you would expect in life and even you sleep
Your Heart
Wrote 7 years ago . Just in less than I/2 hour
Far From Perfect !
written by me ,Bink
I'm Cast Down
(*) this is not my experience, ( long ballad)! Poor man's life. . ; It has poor ryhming and meter in places ; I'll stop trying to fix myself, And step into a brand new life . O Jesus, I messed up very badly, Can you help me in a new start, Can you forgive a real sinner , Im sorry for all the wrong i've done , Wash me with your forgiveness, I'll try to walk a better path , Be the man I ought to be , Read your Word for direction, And live in Your Liberty . this is the finish.
Wise Words
Tidbits of wisdom from People of experience