"I Promise You "
Dad's promise to his daughter.
to your beauty eyes
Your beauty shine eyes is my safe shelter in this hard world , your eyes is my rescue ring from the high waves of my missing and anxious for you and the missing waves always throw me to the beauty beaches of your shine eyes . Your beauty shine eyes
Journey into love
On long distance romance...i suspect many on this site have faced the same dilemma
~If you had just one wish~
I love people but they're making it a full time job, where the pay sucks.
MARCO POLO
My brother's tuxedo cat - Marco - passed away this morning. Very sad day. He named him Marco after Marco Polo the explorer.
The protector of all the maidens here
About someone kind of yummy:-)
Lieasure Time
felt relaxed one of favorite things to do
A Four Letter Word.....(Meaning Love).
To commit to love unconditionally........
Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the cent
Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the center.
Cow Attack
A little bit of light-hearted humor and a smile for you all. :-) "Roy" is my cousin, and he did find the truck and was instructed to get it cleaned out- white glove style- Cost him a small fortune, but it was well worth it. He was also instructed to put leather scented air freshener in it. The windshield was replaced as well. The 'ol truck was sold to a 16 year old boy who had been dreaming of some wheels of his own. :-)
"Night Night"
Bed time stories, we all remember.. SS xx Hi there my brightest star!
FOUR LITTLE LETTERS
One of my Pen-Pals asked me to consider writing and submitting a Valentines Day poem for the poetry forum, so in honor of "Jib" I have done just that. Being as I have no 'Valentine' of my own, I've made my poem of more of a generality of LOVE for ALL to enjoy. It's early I know.... but HAPPY VALENTINES DAY to all of you wonderful poets of C.S. !!! q:-)
Lonely Nights
Forbidden love, the ex of one of my best friends, we had something special, but my friend is special too, so I had to make a choice. Not so sure it was the right one
2015
This is the last day of 2015. I will spend it eating fast food, drinking mt dew and singing in my car. I would sing karoke too, but they canceled it for New Year's Eve.
Questions
The eternal question ... what if you had but hours left to live
Time Running Away
A poem about time as perpetual motion all coming from a single source, our sun.
Procrastination
Cinquain This is its traditional form which consists of 5 lines. Line 1 - 2 syllables Line 2 - 4 syllables Line 3 - 6 syllables Line 4 - 8 syllables LIne 5 - 2 syllables
In One Hundred Years
I translated for you, dear poets, the lyrics of this song, sung by Pancho, our well-known performer. Enjoy it! Love everlasting! Who hasn't dreamed of such?! Wishing you all, dear poets, longevity in your love and life! Many thanks for keeping this little corner alive with your presence!
Linger
My first attempt so be kind. Thanx Open for the encouragement.
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Another translation - this time of the poem of Russian poet Sergei Yesenin (proved a hard nut to crack, still not happy).
Depression
My Mother suffered from depression all her life and eventually took her own life. This poem is a reflection of how I understood her illness, seeing the darkeness that surrounded her.
A Lucid Dream
I can't wake up! These succubi They haunt me- Another broken love - Or a forgotten dream? Trapped in this Kaleidoscopic maze Old movie vision Flickers in my head From the cinema Of my life Exited and restless Under the sheets I jol
BUDDING LOVE
what makes the difference between couples.....
A Little Silence
Random thought on a piece of paper
at a crossroad
Ummm.... hmmm.... a song?!
Captain Morgan Tears
Written for a friend who is ill with alcohol. Captain Morgan is a form of alcohol. I love her and tried to get her help to no avail.
Missing you
Woke up in tears missing my husband
Present tense
Pondering...
what haven't yet have I done?
just revisiting some past but I'm alright thanks all for your read and comments
You to me are everything baby
. . . (“: THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR READING MY POEM :”)
An Ode ToMy Friend And Boss
I wrote this poem a number of years ago in tribute to a man who was not only my boss but also my friend.He was a quiet genius in electronics and one of the earliest developers of cable TV. At one time he owned 9 systems in 4 states. Since this is Memorial Day I thought it fitting to post my poem.
Summer Love ...
Will summer's love transcend Or will it fade like the last red pale rose. Clinging to the bush.. Destined to die a slow and lonely death.. Can summer's love reach beyond the supple green branches full of life and hope To the crumple
The poverty of wealth.
A reflection that wealth is not what is in the pocket, but what's in the heart
For Martina - (The Starlight Glade.)
I hope this write does not offend. I do wish I had done It better, not one of my best days mentally I guess. May your light always shine Martina. Your Friend always....MIKE.
Blue Train
tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face... unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence... i watch the blue fog slowly move in, penetrating each and every glance of mine eye... i watch the blue train slowly pass by ~ soon
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.
REMAINS
No longer can you see her In her physical shell But she remains. When the wind musses your hair It is her fingers you feel. When the sun rises It is her glow that reflects off the water. When it rains It is her love falling onto you. She is
ODE TO OLDER LOVE
Some times seniors are forgotten
Nothing Much
Nothing much!
BIRDSONG
This is my tribute to my feathered friends whose song is so melodious, soothing and uplifting to my being. I do not need to attend a concert, or to listen to a music player, to hear their song. It is free and available for all to enjoy. It is Mother Nature's gift to us and other creatures. Thank you, My Feathered Friends!
MY DEMENTED LANDLORD
THIS GOES TO ALL TENENTS THROUGHOUT THE WORLD THAT SLUM LANDLORDS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED AND WE WILL FIGHT BACK AND ULTIMATELY PREVAIL!
Xmas
Whether you are country or city, Xmas will become you. Its raining here in NZ, supposed to be hot, bring on Summer