IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE
Enjoy today as tomorrow never comes
my sweet Rita !
I wonder what she is doing at this hour my Andean and sweet Rita of needs and wild cherry trees Now that this weariness chokes me, and blood dozes off, like lazy brandy inside me. I wonder what she is she doing with those hands that in attitude
Broken Doll
how so many feel at times, but for someone who lives it for years it must be like a living hell, and there are people like this out there, I knew one once:-)
Ghostwriter
This haunted temple of mine inside is just a spirit prison... Housing cold dark spirits that control my every thought... I have not chosen these frozen and unholy written visions... And though I'm blessed, I am a mess, and thoroughly possessed...
Simple Country Life
A sonnet to celebrate the unsophisticated candor of rural America...
If I Could (1) ( A Trilogy)
Bloody Hell!!, my watch just stopped!!
Road to Nowhere
I love being a miserable git!!!
Love 'im to pieces
Love 'im to pieces
for Obama
I might be wrong but he just claimed this fight is not about Islam, yet he fails to address that when an attack is done, it is claimed to glorify their god? Note: in the mechanics of politics, he does work on pleasing both the original 13 groups that run our government of whom control the commercialism and profit induced ventures (Rockefellers, Magnin, Rosenthals...) and the lowly like you and me. Not easy and don't get me wrong, I am not implying that our ideology and principles are bad compared to socialist, fascist governments of the world. No all I am saying is, we can do better. He can stop this madness should he choose to. Stop the evil brainwashing of these monsters to young kids who will carry their goal (suicide bombers), they are just as victims and you and me. Educate them as young that no God, allow anyone to harm anybody, let alone, kill. Easy. Isolate them and change the system.
Angry phrases
I hate you, hate is nothing new. I will destroy you, what does that mean if true? I will get you, what if i will not have you? I will kill you, death that one never knew. I will bury you, someone will bury you too. Hate, destroy, get, kill and bury
Dark Matter
The only thing that matters in this cursed dark universe... Are things unseen in sick dark dreams that bring what surely hurts... Invisible stars too far to reach elude me every time... Dark matter is the element that can make your dark stars shin
Woman
As beautiful as God's Eternal Wife... I cannot look upon you... Your beauty overwhelms my senses... Suppression of breath... Skin standing on end... Eyes raining never-ending... I tremble at the very thought of you... My unworthiness is my c
A September Day Tribute
Tribute to all those loss September 11, 2001
Kiwis - With pictures
Sounds like a lovely place. It's definitely on my bucket list. Added pix.
I love you/I’m sorry/ Please forgive me/Thank you
she was my greatest love..., by far...
Love Is
My thoughts on love
joy
I want to kiss you so badly. I've been waiting for so long. On the soft warm earth we lie. Our arms clutching fearfully, desperately. A light breeze, silent rustle of green gently parading about us. Sunbeams dart in ripples of shade. In the air, swee
A Night Made For Us Two...
Just some silly thoughts I had while thinking of a special friend this afternoon.. :D
A Ship Set Asail
This is a poem that i have an EDITORS CHOICE AWARD for and wanted to know what people thought about it really... so just let me know please
A Tribute: Single Mom to Paul Walker/ Mr Mandela 2
I see both of of these gentlemen in my son's life...their stars will shine forever in my heart...
The single squirrel
Seen a squirrel in a little tree the other day...thought "he must be lonely..."
LOVE IS SWEETER THE SECOND TIME AROUND
Before my very eyes I was engrossed of sharing I was deeply rooted of loving Someone like you For you mean everything In myself in my whole being Chances then is taken away from me We're suddenly separated by some mistakes It was so painfu
Be Yourself
Be Yourself
Don't Worry, Be Happy
The Great Kiskadee (Pitangus Sulpharatus) is indigenous to Central and South America, the Caribbean and Southern Texas. I have added two more videos. One actually shows a kiskadee in action singing his song. The other gives an audio of one kiskadee calling and another kiskadee answering.
The Many Shades Of Love.
So varied are the hues of poetic pen, With a multitude of exploding coloured ink, In endless shades to choose from now, and then, To set the writing mood, into which we sink. Should I decide upon a nature write, I must select just one of many
my beautiful violet rose
unique she is my beautiful violet rose standing there peacefully a gracious pose such precious beauty shes one of a kind forever shes imbedded in my loving mind her petals do shine with a bright glow i will love and protect for her to grow sh
Giving In To The Gray
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair. ~William Blake~
Moonbeams and Dreams
Just dreaming
Orlando
A tribute to the latest mark of terror in our beautiful country. Thanks all for your reads and or comments if any. Anybody who is angry, who is mad, please express your feelings of sorrows for those yet again victims of terrorism.
The Fairy Tale
The Fairy Tale
City Bus
Slice of life poem....
silence
Must we stand up and expres how we feel about things that are making us uncomfortable? I do. If it's for the betterment of humanity, I will not forgo any chances that solicits change. Thanks All for your reads and comments
redemption
What a memory. Only I will know. thanks for all your read and comments
1929-33
And a group of financial experts is called: A WUNCH OF BANKERS!!
Drowning
Aint life grand!!
Chance Encounters
That moment when your eyes lock with a stranger or even a stranger event.......an instant attraction.
Eternal Breath.
This poem was written 38 years ago after my Love had died In the States. I would have taken her eternal breath Into me and she would have dwelt within me always. This was not to be. Maybe It Is the curse of one such as myself to walk his many lifetimes alone. Not likely, this Is me we're talking about. As you see, always have to lighten the mood when thinking of this lady. My thinking here, If I go back to an older corner, where I belong, why not make my first write an old write that means much to me. The poem tells the way It should have been.
Infidelity
Well I enjoyed writing it
Limerick soap
Do you know her?
They say Time is a great healer
Dedicated to my Sweetie... You know who you are! My thoughts are with you as always.
Native American Love Poem
Dedicated to my Choctaw ancestors...
Marmalade The Cat.....Children's poem
Poor Marmalade was so unhappy since her family moved house she lay in her bed looking all floppy with no interest in chasing a mouse. She missed all the cats from town since moving to the country all she could do was sulk and frown the life