My Christmas hero
I've read stories about you.. Your words have echoed through The centuries The shepard who seeks the lost Sheep..you found me in my weakness You touched my confused reasonings With the compassionate hand of a Nursing mother On the hot city s
The eyes of truth are watching.
I saw and felt the expression of divinity in everything and everyone. I touched the presence, intelligence, beauty and love of the Universal Mind, and know that God is not a reality ... God is reality, or, to express this another way, Everything is,
Family
To a wonderful group of people here on CS, the poets and poetesses.
my love
just more love that will never die
The language of my nights 4 Wildandready
resurrected poem because I was touched and reminded of my son by Wildandready's poem to his mom...
Employee Chart 1966-2015
Took me about 10 minutes to write down all the years of hire at my job. It seems kind of ironic that the two biggest hire years are the ones I got hired on. I was hired in 2007 and let go in 2008. Then hired on again in 2013.
Whenever.........
My ex sister in law passed away the other day ...............she was way to young at 40 RIP .........DEE
Eyes Of Blue - A Sonnet - Maybe?
“Eyes Of Blue.” I swim within your wondrous eyes of blue Lost within visions sweet and peaceful divine Within your heart a Love flows pure and true I am lost in stars that shall ever shine. Now my words sing sweet Love's supplication Co
The Secret To A Happy Life
#4 Just a bit of good advice from an old hand. Take or leave it.
THANKSGIVING PRAYER
Bringing back out of the moth balls as we approach Thanksgiving Day this Thursday November 28, 2019.
The Clouds
I wrote this one 12-28-2021. I wrote and rewrote this in a few different ways just because I liked the stanza part (And now we're here, Dig...) Allow yourself to perceive what the song means on your own accord of thought.
Rambling
Rambling thoughts.....
The Unforgettable Yesterday
We try to restart what we ever had before We try to find the words to make a new start One thing that scares me much One thing that hurt me much When you leave me alone When you will not love me anymore My love remains as much as I had yesterda
The problem with positive-thinking ...
First off, I ‘love’ positive-thinking gurus, well, to a point, Some do get nauseating past that point, though..., They certainly pose many valid, logical, unarguable tenets, They quote all the ‘holy’ scriptures and the gurus gone before them to c
Winter Thaw
Almost seemed like spring but a bit early for that!
Road
Life is just persuing dream, Process is just the result
hurt
it has been one year since Lyn's daughter, Addie, passed away at age 32. another angel fallen to breast cancer.
Green-Eyed Monsters
For all of those poor suffering souls with such chronic bouts of "invidia" I assail you to find this cure. Peace, Love, and Tranquility.
You are the last moon I love it
I decide finally to be totally free for you and give all my time for you Cause There is no case in this world that deserve the man die for it except for your great love . There is no station ,deserve that I stop in it except for the beauty station o
Bi-Polar
Many people you wouldn't know suffer from this problem, It can be brought on by many different ways, mine through battles of operations i've fought in my life, it can get dangerous to oneself if not treated so just take care of yourselves!
White Star in Your Kiss
Whoever said snowfall isn't lovely is missing out..... :))
natures coil
the moon changing colors in the darkness an eagle in the eye of a bird taking flight a spiders desire to string its home a rainbow in the mist of a waterfall soft touch of a butterfly's landing being crushed by a horses gallop a squirels nut j
Hypocrite
I admire people who live and let live, but have little use for those who would run you down under a guise of deception.
My quantum lover
It's the weekend! Let's get some poetry up in the house..lol.
Still..
memories of lost love..
Judgement Day
I knew there was a reason I don't watch the news...
Winter Evening
This poem Alexander Pushkin dedicated to his beloved nanny who traveled with him to his exile in a distant deep village.
"Slipstream"
He shone his strength of light with weary feet he stole the night To hasten to ones call howls of beauty throughout the dawn captured, to her radiant scorn Of pity and sadness she had broke her silence To bloom among the dunes to shel
Love Is
Just feeling inside of what Love is all about to be happy, content to feel wanted and held, we all strive for this but many never take that second or third chance.
POETIC JUSTICE
ATTENTION WANNA BE"S! NEVER PICK ON A GENUINE POET, FOR THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD!
Entangled = Love
Let These Words Soak-In >
GOOD MORNING
The poem I write With Respect and Hounor For My Sweet Darling VICKIE.
The End
It happens sometimes...
Morse code: --..-...---.-....
He said: ---.-..-...? She said:..-.--...-.Maybe He: ----.-...-..-...-..Really? She: --.-.-.-.--..Yes! He: --.......-.--.-Wow!
A Secret Love.
When you were a child I was In your dreams Within your peaceful night I dwelt within your scenes You saw my darkened majesty But never did you fear Love was In your heart You cried Love's own tear Now you are no child I have come to you You
Confession my Spirit and Soul
The Damned unname Antichrist has got me bound in chains and made me guilty ....Its time to confess my ill doings and give testimony of my faith in God of Isreal, Holy Spirit and Lord Jesus. My war is far from over but now I am firm and ready to let Jesus heal me inside out ....Many will question my preaching/warning as I am not baptised ....I leave all of it to HIM
Maple Old
Just a song from the olden times we used to like very much, just a lyrical melody touching strings of heart, a nostalgia for the magic of spring, for the magic of Love. Everybody has some very good things to remember. You can follow the lines in English, while enjoying the music. The song is performed by Maya Kristalinskaya, now long gone - a beloved singer of those times.
Our Generation
When we are old wrinkled and crippled with one foot in the grave destined to a house with a room where we sit stareing at a blank screen tv while on our knees we dribble as our fluoride calcifide brain decays to the last stage before our
Eternal Romancer
A poem of longing...
Poets Corner
self explanatory
Robust.
Robust like iron you fling me down upon the bed my mind screams "Now!" Oblivious to reality your the only one i see "Oh! god please... now!" Beneath your manly body im sprawled tangled in your grasping hold"
The Impossible Dream!
Time marches on into eternity, no one can stop the ticking of Father's Time's clock!