A POEM BY A MAN CONSUMED W/CONTRITION ~free!~
IT IS A POEM ABOUT WHAT IS AND ISN'T
Swimming Out to Wedding Cake and Back.
Coogee - a Sydney beach. Wedding Cake Island - a small rocky atoll, about 1 km from shore, and about 6 to 8 feet above sea level. I did this when I was 23. I have my brother, and his two friends as witnesses to this - including a Mr EC, and a Mr PW - (who made and lost this bet with me). Other people I know wonder why I do not want to go skydiving. Might leave this for a bit later in life - like in the movie "The Bucket List".
IMAGINE - FINAL PART
Christ Candle
WORDS
Sinking like the titanic
Birthday Wish
My birthday approaches and I feel blue wish you all were here in Trinidad... Jim, Liam, SCatlyn, Morgen, Imagine, Candykid, Ken...hey ok everybody just charter a flight and come.....lol. I want a really big party.
a new beginning
just love thank you all guys..love is beautiful..
Back Door Daddy
Just in a naughty mood..lol
The Traveller
Backwards and forwards through time he travels Each day much like the other He continues to seek but does not discover This burden is so hard to bear Now and then he passes another Also on a quest like his Eyes haunted and face so hagga
Poems from my Youth: (1) - I Live
I wrote this when I was nineteen. It defines my love for Nature, Beauty and Truth which has remained unchanged.
TENNIS: THE GREATEST GAME EVER
IMPORTANT TO NOTE!! Each sentence is based on an actual experience. Some may seem arrogant, but you don't know the context. I have zero arrogance in my DNA. Seriously, there's enough arrogance in the Click I'm referencing to cover everyone. ADDED A COUPLE OF LINES ON 7/6/17 and 7/16/17 Tweaked 2/17/21
incorrigible
Incorrigible, ‘tis said am I! Perhaps, but I am wondering which adjective definition to apply to determine what is my condition. beyond correction, bad impervious to constraints, me? or, firmly fixed, not easily changed as a habit bad or go
Poets poetry
reading all your poems with out question sooths the soul thank you. maybe soon i'll change it back to yes you. lol.
Heavyweight obama ko's osama!
Just reporting!
grannies house
how youth is takin from us
....life comes in circles....
I live my life as I walk the white line while my faith is carried in my heart not my hand I've a brother in mankind as we all bear a life that's planted in our seed I believe in the good and the best that a life can bring to our door
Only words
I tried to twist this, as usual, but it wouldn't go.
A Wish...!!
I wrote this poem..!!
Poet's Corner Bash ( More Poets added onto)
Just felt like updating it a bit
where's dad
last christmas an elderly man vanished, where to wasnt known till the snow thawed.. his death always pulled at my heart strings as to why no one looked for him, especially them that were expecting him.
The Facts of Life
Our days quickly passing by To slow the aging process, we usually try Regardless, they go so fast Our final destination, they cast Reminding us of the memories of our past Telling us that all we have is today We must exert every possible effort
He Loves Them So
God Bless little children at Christmas May their loving hearts be set aglow Must have been Jesus who created santa As another way to say he loves them so So excited each day as Christmas is near Singing sleigh bells ring and it came upon a mi
This Is The Sun....
every morning different, yet the same...
Sylvan Landscape---Monorhyme
The sylvan landscape stretched for miles reached across golden fields by stiles. Leaves carpeted the ground like tiles whilst branches lay in gathered woodpiles. Ancient venerable trees lined the aisles that wandered willy nilly like juvenile
one flower
a dream that flowers deep within
Flight of a Dove
Agreement. (c) Yankee4you 2015
Living with the darkness
Mental illness...depression
SERENITY
Soothing sound of the murmuring breeze Entwined with the sound of rustling leaves Refreshing my tired worn-out spirit Energising it with the soothing bliss of Nature's comforting balm of peacefulness Ind
Accomplished
must work hard for what we earn.
See you in heaven
For my late wife Nancy who soared to heaven in May 2011..We miss you this Easter..
Friends and family
In Chicago visiting with friends and family
Santa --- A Limerick
not seeing much Christmas Spirit yet here On Poetry Soup it abounds. Come on folks let it rip lol
~ Be True ~
I just felt women shouldn't be trampled on and neither should men!
MY THREE IDOLS
NO MATTER HOW MUCH FAME IS IN STORE FOR ME; I CAN NEVER MATCH THE LOVE AND GENEROSITY OF THESE THREE!
Soul-maker
Off the cuff soul thoughts..
The Darkest Rose
Such is an emptiness now found in the New England woods this time of year. Visting the grave of my mother, this sonnet is very darkly reflective of my suffering a deep loss, followed by a timeless bitter mourning from a death so deeply personal. Perhaps only in our dreams can such sadness be balanced by the celebration of another happier time in life and also with the hope of her eternal love.
Peg Leg Pete Was A Pirate
" Laughter is a good medicine " Taken in small doses,it's good for what ails you.
When I look back
Just now, I reviewed those old threads I made before....when saw so many friends has left me...a little sad...I don't know when I will leave here but at least I can still sit here, post here and enjoy here.... The world is so large, The internet has so many websites, we met here, we chat here, we laugh here.... in CS,only CS,...I don't thing it's too far if I say this is lucky thing...maybe somebody don't like me and never think they are lucky to meet me here. But I really treasure all those who answered my post kindly... Not easy...in Chinese we call this as "yuan"...Maybe we will never meet in person but we are here together, gathered together, speaking together....share our view together.....not easy...really need treasure it.......
Sob of the Soul
Pain enters in silent stream Mocks the ghost of future dream Mind numbed from seeking why Into the bleak the seagulls cry Moon creeps beyond the night Hurting clenches, hard and tight Shadow tiptoes in steps of sorrow Mourns defeat of joy tomo
angry voices
an old write...only poetic in the sense of the value of freedom of expression...something we all treasure...
Love's Labour's Lost
Yes a borrowed title but an original poem.
Haiku-8
candlelight solitude lovers desire window ajar moon peeks in
THIS HURT WON'T HEAL
LOVE HURTS... SOME Too Much! Added verse 8/3/17 tweaked 2/15/18