RESIDENCE IN MY HEART
This poem was written to my friend
Residential School Fun
* Name changed ** Towns changed
The One
The one is when you can not find the words to say but you know they are worth more the there is sand on a beach more then there is water in the sea and all the star in the sky the hands of time stop and for that one moment you know thy feel it too
THE THUNDERSTONE
A few old English/Norse words in this one, Tome is a very big book or stone tablet, Bole is a tree trunk.....Wode is wood, Wodegeld is payment for wood...Mire is like a marsh or bog....Hope you enjoyed it...Andrew...xxx
tsuami of love
depth of love
The back side of my mind
In regions of nebulous hues I store old thoughts with worn out shoes.. Somewhere within, without, and around the world, a thought is captured to be later unfurled.. It is not for me to judge the time It lies with you to seek the sign I bend t
Simple prayer & Song
Any age can appreciate and use any time of day or night.
Love on the rocks
10 syllable by 10 syllable one in a hundred then 10 syllable rising to twelve midnight dreams
Your Destiny
Dont love yourself for the wrong reasons But hate yourself for the right ones, Forgive yourself for your past mistakes, Be prepared for the ones you are going to make. Nobody's perfect and it apply to you, And dont portray yourself like a per
Seasoning
Chilly here today, supposed to be in the seventies again next week...
"The Bursting Sun"
In the Twilights Gaze Shifted unrelentless Wind Dark Clouds of Red and gray Lightning,crash,thunders rash Above the restless sky A sudden twist,an airy mist Waves of rattling rocks Howling whispers of angry thrash Flashes of blinding light
The Ring
A ring is like a circle. No beginning no end. I do not remember a time in my life I have not loved. Nor do I expect to ever know a time that I do not love. Love is my forever. No beginning no end. To love is a gift.
"Three Simple Words"
Inspired from =>> "Mediocre musings..." =>> by Fellsman, =>> posted: Wed Apr 6, 2011. ^____________^
Greeny Queeny- a...lovestory... (Part 2)
Please note that shortly after the Queens demise her successors re-instated the rules and regulations laid down in the ‘Book of Brand-New Laws’, but that they replaced the prescribed jail-terms with a hunting-tax, since this proved to be more profitable- the dungeons underneath the royal castle having long since been converted to archival stores for the tax office. Licenses for hunting mythical creatures are obtainable from the ministry for war (and for the sinister!) for a modest fee. Provided you survive the battle with the red-tape… Oh- and please do not inundate me with letters of protest; I assure you that no mythical creatures were harmed in the making of this poem. Any complaints should be filed with the ‘Department for the protection of mythical creatures’ and will be processed (in due time, of course) by the highly efficient staff there (for a modest fee, of course…) Thank you for reading this poem- Have a nice century! (The Author) (PS: You should try reading part 1 first... It makes sooo much more sense...)
Eclipse of the Heart
I watched as the sun set tonight. It reached a point where it seemed that day time wanted to hold night time. Night time removed all the shadows and day time seized to be. Tomorrow the queen will rise once more to claim the day time as hers. It will be the moon who will then bow to the sun and the circle of life will continue.
My Little Leaf
This sonnet pays tribute to each and every leaf I have ever shared my life with.
A Murder of Crows
Things are very still sometimes and most mesmerizing when sitting very quietly along a trail in the New England northern forest....in wintertime...the scene for this kind of Poe-like dark transcendentalism.
my love story
have been away a while and i think i have found him so will not be here much. wish you all a beautiful Xmas and may your new year be filled with love and hugssss
Fading into you
Someone I wish to spend the rest of my life with soon..A keeper!
The Hardening (Part 3)
Writing these poems have been fun. I don't know yet where it will end. I do know bringing these characters alive out into the open is in its self a dance. Thank you for reading and allowing them for a brief time to enter your domain.
Food for Lovers
Love's food tonight? - the substance of your caress; - If substance abuse, - then guilty - I confess! Not much that I can say - so please take heed - Your female essence - is the substance of my need. I sometimes kiss when to a kiss responded
Yesterday Tomorrow and Forever
Where are they now All those times I missed your laughter those by past years when we thought there would be no happy ever after Gone! forgotten and gone We never knew Just how close what we were really looking for Was standing near, all
creation
as the back door sprung shut I had a last glance of you it replayed in my mind so many times, that my thoughts turned blue though you may have gone away memory wouldn't allow me to be free but I fought my way through circumstance landed on m
Beholding Beauty
Amazing snowflake unique pure in deep beauty melting within deep warmness always trusting fate Adoring one pulse in a million skips climbing steps forever beats true blue crystal clear begging your kiss Night within deep chambers embers g
The greatest gift I got in life is I
Not claiming this is a poem as I know nothing about poetry. Must say it sounds and looks a bit like a poem so decided to post it here.
WINGS
haiku
Penship
I wrote this poem for my penpal
What's Your Elf Name? (Look and see!!! :))
Little Holiday Fun... (This was taken from an untitled web source)
Hoarders
A friend of mine has a hoarding problem passed down by his parents and his great aunt.
An Old Cellar Hole
Just walked past the old foundation the other day and saw the one lilac blossom. It must be over 100 years since the house stood.
Unbroken.. Re-Written
A cowboy poet's will to survive despite rough going.
HILL CLIMBER
CAMPED OUT IN THE BEAUTIFUL VERDANT, NIRE VALLEY, IN COUNTY WATERFORD, NEAR DAWN, IM ALWAYS RESTLESS BEFORE A CLIMB, ONLY A HILL CLIMBER, CAN FEEL THE BUZZ, BEFORE AN ASSENT, IT PUTS BARBED WIRE IN YOUR EYES, AND FIRE IN YOUR BLOOD.
Credo
This is what I was thinking about when waiting for your call.
proximity
At times we've got to stand out side our own circle an look within:)
Ember Of Desire
No words are needed. It has all been said before. Standing here....face to face once more. My hearts pounding taking me to another place. Your so close the scent of you is a familiar taste. Lips lingering not hurrying just biding their time.
In Their Shadow.....
Our parents lived united into their eighties, Both dying within a few months of each other. Dad (Mick) would say..... "Society has taken away "the slap".... But replaced it with nothing !" Mam ( Maggie ) would say..... "Entice birds to your garden they bring smiles..... and smiling is a cheap way to improve your looks." God bless them both !
He Cometh!
What evil lurks in the mind of men! The Shadow knows! He cometh!
What is
What is Human what does it mean to be what does it mean to feel someone in sorrow to feel the tears of a broken child inside your borders of lets pretend so what does it mean when you proudly announce that you are
Hidden ( my 1st try at a story poem )
This was just my try at a story poem. I hope you enjoy. Thanks!
~Shadows in the dark~
Always remind yourself to think of nothing as soon as your mind starts to think, when it's the golden hour of sleep time............
What Makes a Woman Beautiful?
With apologies to any woman legally blind/vision impaired, who may be just as beautiful inside.
HAPPINESS EXPLOSIONS....
every morning... a new start..