Cow Preacher
I saw many cows on my way to Lancaster this morning. Just wondering what would they say if they could.
Our life's Infinity
Where does our 'light' come from? - and where does it go?
Shot at Dawn.
Many of the atrocities of the first world war have faded into history, this typical of the many extremely young men shot at dawn, who in general had suffered the effects of many a horrific battle, were, sick, cold, hungry tired and terrified, seeing their comrades bombed, gassed and cut to ribbons, many lied about their age to fight for King and country, found themselves frozen by fatigue and fear and were charged with cowardice, and within a day without legal representation found guilt and hastily shot at dawn by their comrades. Since I wrote this so many years ago, these brave young men have received a pardon and a memorial erected in their name.
MUTTNIK
JUST A SAMPLE OF ONE OF THE WRITINGS OF MY MOM, BEFORE SHE LEFT ON THE ULTIMATE ADVENTURE! MUTTNIK WAS A FEMALE DOG THAT THE RUSSIANS LAUNCHED INTO SPACE! VERY INHUMANE!
Sailors In the Sky
Since I was a child, I have always admired the effortless gliding of vultures up in the sky. Among other gliding birds listed are albatross, eagle, condor, stork, frigatebird and seagull. It is a truly delightful to watch the marvellous gliding action of these birds way up in the sky as they ride the air currents. This poem is dedicated to them: the genuine avian sailors in the sky. (I have made some adjustments to the original to include some other gliding birds in the body of the piece).
Here I Am
A song I wrote
3 small words!
The 3 words are in the poem. See them?
~Just Imagine~
walking imaginary thought of imaginary time in an imaginary place with an imaginary strut on an imaginary sidewalk seeing imaginary pigeons on an imaginary town clock with an imaginary bell dinging imaginary tones into the imaginary air over
Come with me...
Come with me, I have chosen you from many, I think we’ll be a great team, on the journey of life, Come with me... Come with me, Yes, I’m grey and you’re not, But that offers advantages to you, Yes, my heart has much less beats left than your
~pastured "Time"~
Is it relevant to a place Where a heart has concern Did you ever believe Oh your thoughts will say yes. As you walk about the journey Yes the one that you know Blood was on fire Feet were alive Eyes they engulfed All they could take Do you
Today, tomorrow becomes Yesterday.
. Yesterday, I waited For forever to be saved from evil wolves, and from myself With it, harsh, cold winds came So I built tall walls around my heart kept myself hidden from any knight who may of shown up He could be just the same, as,
Starlight Kiss
an unrhymed couplet
All that I want from you is smile
This is what Tsisperi Trio (Blue Trio) is singing about. Listen to the music and follow the lines in English, and hope you will really enjoy the music! Happy New Year, my dear poets!
secret liaisons
it was one i did a few years back not from personal experience but imagination
Jamologist
Oh- wonder of modern technology; Oh- miracle which is the machine; Oh- joy of modern life: Thou makest our existance so easy; Thou helpest us to understand the meaning of life; Thou... Uhm... err... What am I saying here? Must have been something I ate... This came to pass after sitting in a bus pulling out of the depot, taking more than an hour inching the two-hundred yards down the road towards the traffic-lights (...which naturally turned red and stayed red, due to the fact that the system had a nervous breakdown...)
Leave me alone
this poem i dont need to explain its meaning however just to say where i wrote where she doesnt tell and her tears are her own, i wrote that only because its reality, so many school kids keep to themselfs to deal with what they think is THEIR problem when its not, its everyones really in knowing how school bullying can be solved.
Sleeping Sorry no face ...a strange tale...
A day with Sleeping Sorry no face... Saying i'm Sorry is just not me! For nothing risked is nothing gained, A game I just have to play, To win your maiden heart, Or lose and try somewhere else, Life goes on, They always say, To that I toast,
i love ur beauty shine eyes
really she have a very beautiful shine eyes ,i ever seen???
Painted Bunting
This was the first poem I ever wrote and I wrote it to make people feel happy when they read it... It's very warming with its colors and u can acctually almost visualize how beautiful the bird really is...
Lame Game
Well..I don't KNOW! called today: Where are you?? Its six o clock who cares I can't decide... I'm not going are you going? Wait, I think I'll go are you going? ok..we'll stay home where's the cat I have 3 dollars What was your name? I'm
The Child Within
I always fall for Sweetness. Must be the nuturing spirit... Something a bit lighter
Tears in the Attic
The devasting feeling of lost love..
Dog In The Pound
I am a foster mum and look after dogs that come from the pound until their forever home is found
The Hooded Chair (French)
did it with imtranslator
Me and My Pain
From the series I named: Me and My Pain - a translation from our Georgian poetess. Oh, please, don't fall a prey to too much sadness contained. Cheer up!
A special Candykid tribute
A special tribute and dedication to a specific and special friend and motivational poet who never holds back any punches ...except for me
Casual Encounters
One hot summer night, when all that really mattered was achieved, given freely and returned in kind.
About "The Pedant"...A clarification, not a poem.
I enjoyed reading the poem by Bill that seemed to be about my poem “The Pedant” I don’t know what it is about this poem that makes people think that it is about “Them”, it just seems to strike a chord in some people I think. Indeed, when I first po
What is Love
Someone said that love is a madness without any cure.....then let me be mad and not cured..lol
Equal pay for women
One for the ladies...There shall be a readjustment in maiden paychecks..
I love you more..
Sometimes it's hard for me to say to you.. All of the things that I want to And it's not that I don't care.. Because you know I do.. Sometimes, I hold back maybe out of fear. But then I guess .. sometimes, Maybe we all do. And I w
The last tear..
Well..I tried to capture a sentiment...
No space anymore
I ve just met a lot of bad people for the last month... but also a few of the good ones.....anyway it s a kind of overflowing for my hart
The Arctic Hunter......
something about my past....
To all ye Poets on this site
Dedicated to you poets in this site who use words to express the beauty of emotion, and the inner peace that it brings.
Faded Angel
Lying on the grass in Newtown Cemetary To see the setting Sun in his hot ire Drown in a riot of colour - soon sparkling sky - As Titan sinks now in a sea of fire. Bright trace remains- although the day must die - The sinking sun to night almost
Touch
Awaking with longing for my future wife as we are making plans! My Saturday morning celebration poem..Thanks for reading..
My Lilith
Carla..In a dark mood tonight..Thank you for reading my humble verse...
Release Me ...
Ah, the skin ... Kiss my chin. Fingers on my spine ... Love, so divine. See, my eyes ... There will be no disguise. Linger on my breast ... Surely, you jest. Ah, you know ... Fire is below. Yet you tempt, you tease ... Release me
A Different View
Like shadows on the wall, it's hard to ignore That love is one thing people search for And those that have it sometimes don't know For there are those who never do show And some are like an open book being read Some will carry their love to the
THE LITTLE GIRLS GRAVE
CAME ACROSS THIS LITTLE GIRLS GRAVE, WHILE DOING RESEARCH, IN THE ANCIENT GRAVEYARD AT INISLOON, FURTHER RESEARCH THREW UP THE FACT THAT HER MOTHER WENT QUIET INSANE WITH GRIEF AFTERWARDS, THE PROXIMITY OF THE HOUSE OVERLOOKING THE GRAVEYARD IN INISLOON, WAS TOO MUCH FOR HER TO BEAR, THE JAMESON FAMILY, MOVED AWAY TO DUBLIN, SHORTLY AFTERWARDS, IN THE MID 18 HUNDREDS. A QUAINT BUT BEAUTIFUL SPOT IS ANCIENT INISHLOON, AS THE RIVER MISTS SWIRL ABOUT IT, IN GHOST LIKE SHROUD. INISLOON=RIVERSIDE MEADOW.
MOM
Written months after her passing and the loss will always linger! 2009 Tweaked and added 2 lines on 9/17/17 and (Mother's Day) 5/13/18 redo 3/30/22