Self-satisfied smile
This is a song rather than a straight poem. (think Loud an Heavy), Screaming guitars and a bass line you can feel in your bones Not to everyone's tastes I know. But I would like to know what you think about it . Good or Bad, If there are any Metalheads out there who would like to put some Music to it, PM me
~Sleight of mind~
Hillary d*ck, Hillary dock, Hillary wound up the cuckoo clock, mail was late the server went dry, her hands clenched in rage passing it by, now the Killary shield's firmly in place, dentures pasted in, false charms on her face, the one thing she'd do
The Sunflower Rises
Conquering new territories climbing up the stairway new beginnings hanging on the edge of a dream an empire arises from dark ashes flash petals catch one gem Through honeycombed dewdrops softly spinning golden the sparkle upon your tabernacle s
sometimes there's shadows.
sometimes... i walk out of the shadows i wonder... what is it like to make love... im sure its a different experience than just getting f*cked sometimes... i wait for the shadows i wonder... do they ever
A Smile Brought To Mind
A little poem about remembrance for all we are and say….I am often inspired by simple country life here in the New England countryside and sharing a little of that sentiment here.
Enlightenment
You must be a lotus, unfolding its petals when the sun rises in the sky, unaffected by the slush where it is born or even the water which sustains it ~ Sai Baba ~
Only You...
Quietly her caresses snow down....
KNOCKBOY
'KNOCKBOY' IS AN ANCENT CHURCH, JUST DOWN THE ROAD FROM MY COUNTY WATERFORD, MOUNTAN HOME, HERE N IRELAND, AND IS RATHER QUAINT, THE CHURCH IS FAMED, FOR ITS DOOR, AND WNDOW LINTELS, WHCH CONTAN THE PRECHRSTAN, OGHAM SCRIPT CARVNGS, DOUBTLESS THERE WAS AN OLD PAGAN SITE HERE, IN MORE ANCENT TMES. BORHEEN, AN ANCIENT NARROW PATHWAY, LITERALLY A NARROW COW TRACK. CURLEW, A BIRD, WTH A HIGH PITCHED CRY. 'KNOCKBOY' IN GAELIC, 'CNOC BUI' MEANING THE YELLOW HILL, NAMED FOR THE PROFUSON OF YELLOW FURZE, WHCH ADORN IT.
unlucky sam
it tells about my experience in london
Tired of being Lonely ~
Based on true story.
MEOW! lol
It's a lovely cute cat!! lol Meowww --- you can find it as 'ecard' also, I just created it today! lol ...just in case, you wanna send to someone you like.. Meow! lol
~Melt my Ice~
Chill my fingers As I glisten your skin. Taste the salt of your warmth Passioned skin does release. Light touch of the Ice arouse quivers in you Cold drips they tease to bring pleasure extreme. Wide open breath as your body replies Strok
An Irish Blessing
An Irish Blessing in honor of St. Patrick's Day. :)
A Christmas On The Trail :)
This was written years ago of a Christmas once spent looking for stray cattle while I was home from school.
"TEARS"
Tears of Beauty ~ From The Heart!
Spring Mix
Inspired by spring
ahh fiddle me sticks
HAPPY NEW YEAR i'm sick of it to the teeth isnt the ending of a year sad or is that just me. fireworks going off people cheering in the street behaving like crazed monkies not a fine sight to be seen. whats with everyone have all gone
Lets escape together!
I guess we all wish to live in a better place. A place full of love and happiness!
Battle Torn
Painful though parting be, I bow to you as I see you off to distant clouds ~Emperor Saga~ A poem for One Bad a** Mother f**ker and please don't pardon my french
You and Me Darrrrlinnñg.......
feel freeeeee to koment... all in name of pinkie Hurry now not much time to lose because we are going to take over the World! !!!
Love me
Don't taste my lips unless it's my lips you are kissing don't pretend i am the one you are missing don't press them against mine then pull away with a half distant smile. Don't grip my hair between your fingers unless it's me you want closer
bowl of sorrows no more
I am so new..Hello new world.. I love you all my friends
SOCRATES 44 (A DEDICATION)
SOCRATES EVERYTHING YOU WRITE HAS THE ESSENCE OF BRILLIANCE! I JUST HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR YOU! I"M SURE THAT MANY OF THESE POETS FEEL THE SAME!
'Farewell Cafe'
Thought I'd throw in one with a twist..
I love my Poet Friends
To all my poet friends who've read and incouraged my efforts, and special thanks to the Dream Weaver master Andrew who e-mailed me in my first week trying to write..lol.kickit,Mike,Swade Mac,Christian,Hank.Simpleme,Cat,Witchy,Billiegirl, Jeddah Queen. Beautifulyou, Niah, Quietstorm,MIRIKIA,pILGRIM, dAbOMB, and this list goes on and on and sorry if I can't recall a name at this moment, but to all who not only commented on a poem of mine but gave a special lil' push that touched my heart....cafetwo2010 I love You!!!!!!!!!!!
Broken
A framed print upon your wall.. A still shot of the two of us.. Sitting close together, on a bench, Near the falls.. And to the casual observer.. I'm sure we must have seemed the perfect pair But if you look a little closer.. If you too
Between Yesterday And Tomorrow
In the summer of our youth We knew only tears and sorrow.. Always hoping Always wishing~ Between Yesterday and Tomorrow
don't let love slip away
what makes love go away we will never know but don't let it slip away
KITTY HEAVEN
LIFE IS SO CRUEL! WHY DID MY LOVE HAVE TO LEAVE WITHOUT ME?
Songbirds
Lonely for someone today....
Metapora
What lies beneath The flooding drains A spiders web Spawned of rustic chains If you ask me how I am I'll reply that I'm ok Hiding behind this mask As I resume
CREATION 7
this is a wonderful creation of our fellow blogger who is a very delightful contributor, writer and poet... I have his permission on publishing it here and I find it a very interesting entry. I find myself quite doing the same thing and I am sure some of us feel the same. Thank you all for your reads and comments.
No tears left to shed
You broke my heart No tears left to shed In the beginning No words need be said We felt the same about each other Where did all this trouble come from No tears left to shed Could It I'm be dead Or could it be I've been hurt I was
Systemic
My very first sonnet...
Prison
Living with RA
I Eat Peaches
I eat peaches for breakfast one before brunch an 3 before dinner an 4 before lunch I eat peaches on my way to school on the dive and into the pool people call me a peach eating fool I eat peaches here I eat peaches there I think there's peaches comi
Bells to all Love
The sudden news of my father death brings lot's of thoughts of Death and Life,past and present of life joint together ... On this subject I like to share meaningful quote;"Never part without loving words to think of during your absence.It may be that you will not meet again in this life." -Jean Paul Richter Thank you for reading long poem.
bitter glory
Bitter glory... Even though ive firmly believed Ive been so hurt And brutally decieved... How can I trust? In love not lust! To guide me through this journey Of biterness and glory. I just want to be apart.. Of a beautiful story. Can
Candy Horse Vs. Dark Kid
Liam gets 100 percent credit for this. He is so creative, and contributed most to this short effort. Thank you Liam for this highly enjoyable collaboration.
Dialogue with the death angel
Just contemplating..An existential write..Thank you..
Getting Old Is A Drug
Out of a haze out of a daze into the clear sunlight Today feels real and the way I feel I am feeling alright I hear people all around my feet on the ground Life is bringing it's buzz And now I know getting old is a drug Arrive back home an
