SEASONS OF THE WORLD....
After experiencing very little change between seasons, I understand how it can enhance.....for many....giving variety...the spice of life.
Dead love
My heart is getting cold, My tongue taste very bitter, How can I feel love? When I'm empty inside. Truth to be told, Hard to keep happiness, I cannot smile or cry, When love is just a dream. Living Like a movie, Neither romance nor a sto
Spreading the Word
So you contend what I say an do is true, With your infinity of misinterpretation of visions that you see, for my stories of documentation are portray for all my sister an brothers of the world do not be forsaken or fooled ,The task laid out for the j
LOVE AND LIKE
I was asked what is the most powerful...love or like? Surely they are usually linked?
Daydream
Another painful day at work, this song came to mind.
Scars
For the invisible pain we cannot understand
Untitled
In a memory of places that you’ve been But are no longer Like a foreign country where you once settled And absorbed every level of light What stays with you is an awareness of perfection The oxygen of the knowledge and experience of ba
celt warrior emotion
sailing the oceans the heart of a celt
Her Body...
Jocelyn...
The Bittersweet Pill
layoffs at work survived, for now
Penniless Bench
Reflective of many , old and downtrodden folks who have once served in wartime only to be left behind by an ungrateful nation. Sad but all too true.....
Attained
Losses sad attain voice replaced by ping unknown for what gain phones no longer ring love expectation, lofty goal friendship’s a far better start allow time to expose the soul its jet streams to the heart person pursuing from afar must
Poppies for Peace
The italicized words are from John McCrae's "In Flanders Field" posted by hedistuff.
Left to Die
Trying something different
Little Lies
Every now and then as I pass by my jewelry box I stop and remove my wedding rings from their velvety home and put them where they use to live. And for one moment I close the world off and remember how I use to feel. Then reality returns once more as the moment passes.
~feel like a scream looking for a mouth~
lol......but whats your take on this lol.
The Coyote and The Cowboy (Limerick)
Cowboy Limerick. :)
When I'm Gone
Will you remember me When I am gone Will it be through memory Or maybe a song Will it be the smile That I put on your face When all you knew was misery That my kindness quickly erased Will you remember me As if it were yesterday Holding ha
Message of hope
wait see...
Choices
Hopefully another positive thought.
This Is Our Destiny.
Keeping It simple as always.
I hope
Just thinking. Thanks all for your reads.
His Daughter (There is a God out there...)
I heard the song and I could not help but be reminded of the time I had my son. His father left us, neither he or I knew I was pregnant. He also left to me another child he had with another woman. While my son was growing up, someone told him he's an unwanted child hence one day he came to ask me. With the help of my parents we brought them up, both my son and his half-brother turned out to be a couple of fine young men. There is a God out there to keep you strong when you've exhausted all options and you feel all alone or think you have nowhere else to go or no one to turn to!
My Crush
You're young I'm old Something's begining to unfold Your cheerful I'm tearful We better be careful Your mature I'm imature We make a beautiful picture Your dark skinned I'm light skinned Baby come in Your lips are pink My lips are
Gone Are The Days.........
I didn't want the good old days to go without a mention !
Fairy Dance
This song popped into my poor unsuspecting head one night, fully formed with music and everything. I don't know where stuff like this comes from, but I am glad it does.
View From The Top
Sitting on the mountain looking down The world spread out before me Madly running all around Like ants here and there they scurry Do they even know what they do Or what urges drive them onwards These acts they do so crazy are No rhyme or rea
I know spring rain one day will drive me mad!
"Don’t look for poet, not in me – it’s waste of time, I only play with dream, play with desire."
Time and Eternity. (Sonnet)
A positive, romantic take on a subject that can be dark and regretful !
SAVE ME II
The initial write was 5+ years ago, did some tweaking since...
IS THE WORLD STILL OUT THERE?
Update 4/2020: I wrote this a year ago February not knowing what was going to happen in the world in the last few months. Eerily it makes one feel right now with COVID-19 "Is the World Still Out There?" being so isolated. Feb. 2019: Sometimes I get daydreaming a beautiful dream and block out the world. Finally when I return to reality - it will be so quiet that I have to look outside to see if the world is still there.
The hope
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RAIN.
nights when rain pounds the roof....
Words
My Aunt was the first one to teach me about unconditional love. She said no matter if it be good or bad love one another forever. I Love all of you my poet family. You mean the world to me. Thank you. Peace & Hugz, Pink.
Grafitti
I was watching 187 with Samuel Jackson. Just stepping into the shoes of some of these teenagers who feel the need to spray paint on public buildings. I just found some on the library here in town today.
Something is Amiss at Poets Corner
Read into this what ever one would like too. It is yours. Your imagination.
Poetry Walking
Inspired by that old song Poetry in Motion that I heard few days ago...and a beautiful lady in a blue dress. Chemistry is sometimes due to body language which inspires emotion and thoughts of love and then some poetic phrases...... or it all might just be lust....lol.Not sure!!!
To Mary
I wrote this for Mary when we were courting and I had discovered that she liked poetry.
Humble Little Home
Simple little things in life are priceless...like a rustic cabin in a sleepy hollow....
"Tiny In My Eyes"
This was a poem that I wrote with a self-inflicted time restriction... I had 10 minutes before a particular meeting started and I wanted to write a poem within that 10 minute time frame... this is what evolved.
~Shades of Gray ~
for someone who is going through something no human being should have to.
You're no Longer There
Wrote this after being woken up