Lunatic Fringes
The politics of oil
Poets Twilight Corner
A twilight zone kinda thang..lol.
No Drink Left For Me
You leave a trail of tears where ever you go. Of a love not meant to be. You are closed..... no way in. There will be no changes in how you feel. You say this love is holding you against your will. But it's you that's holding on. With a heart
Foolish man
A friend tried to live the fantasy and came crashing down to ground
Come Swing With Me!
Just somthing I wrote from a past memory when I was young and carefree. xx
Being a fool
This is written by a very good friend of mine. I thought it's very interestingly beautiful and I'd love to share it. I'm learning so much from this friend and I know I'm blessed to swim in his world.
i was floating on a cotton bud
we see what we want to see, though it is getting more and more difficult to see the good over the bad of this world. peace.
MINER'S SOUL
I'm a native West Virginian. There were many miners in our clan. When mechanized mining and mountain top removal replaced human hands for extracting coal, West Virginia fell into a recession that is still apparent today.
Profile
At the moment this is how i live i get a few days work sometimes and a friend lets me use his labtop such is life
secrets
Just got my soul stolen. Bless You, Hugz, Pink.
CS Poetry Corner
I posted my first piece here on CS Poetry Corner in June 2013. There was a great camaraderie among the poets then and the subsequent years. It was a wonderful feeling that inspired other poets and myself in our writing. I have written this piece in honour of those days. It was inspired and motivated by the song: “Those Were The Days” by Mary Hopkins https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3KEhWTnWvE
They That Love
I read these words in a "Love" comic book when I was an adolescent. In the story, two young people fell deeply in love and were blissfully happy. The girl found an antique cup on which she saw the first part of these words written: "They that Love Must expect to Weep" She showed it to the boy and they both made fun of the writing, saying that their love was so strong and beautiful that such a thing could never happen to them. Sure enough, they had some misunderstanding which led to their break-up, heartbreak and tears. Eventually, they made up and experienced a deeper feeling of love. Later that the girl realized that there was some more writing on the other side of the cup: "For Tears are Rain That make the Heart Grow Fonder". It was only then that they realized the true meaning of what was written. (This is my message to our beloved "Love Poets" who seem to be having a bad spell at present).
Careful what you wish for!
I hope that they have a return policy... (this is an add on to 'Billy the Finn', an earlier entry)
What I Miss
Written very recently as I considered the very simple things that make the committed presence of a man in my company so comforting.
Forgiveness
To the person(s) suffering right now. Remember ask for forgiveness and forgive yourself also.
For Laura
For Laura was inspired by real events in the life of a friend truly loved! May peace and love always abound in all of us.
Our first kiss
a beautiful thought
A Beautiful Romance........
the beauty of dance ........so many styles so many reasons .......
The Homeless Man
Trying to fathom the deepest sense of despair of those who have no place to call home.
As Constant as The Sun
Some people come into our lives their soul effect is that they help us to realize how transient so many things can be. But, Darlin' that's not true of you and me. Sometimes I look into your eyes and marvel at the crossroads in our lives. Wha
Tears Kissed Away
I was insprired by recent poems I've read here and some thoughts about what I want and past relationships that have failed. I believe I have entered a new phase of my life and will NOT settle for less than, ever again. None of us are perfect, granted. To seek perfection is foolish, but to have what we need is not.
a candle
A MOMENT IN TIME SHARED A CANDLE
Quotes from Horror Movies
I've seen all of these many times, when there is a movie with more than one release, I gave the original date, the original Hitcher was released in 1986. I would have watched it, but Netflix discontinued their dvds through the mail, something I have had since 2011.
Laughter & Joy
Laughter really is a great medicine
have you ever seen two slugs coppulate?
because no one else but me knows what losing a lover is like, and only me
LADY MORGAINE ~ PART ONE
Inspired by The Mists Of Avalon. You must see if you haven't already. Look for part two.
Symbiotic
A friend sent photos with accompanying story about mother tiger in CA loosing her triplet cubs. Although the story was fabricated, the photos were real - with their own story to tell.
just incase....
Just incase... the world should end. I've made a few friends, Some relationships came and went. Some, endured to the very end. Other relations could not mend. No animosity, to any of them. It's just life, how things begin & sometimes end.
I have seen the problem, and it is us
This is poetic rendering of an article from Washington post, which impressed me very much. You may have not read it, so this here poem may draw your attention to the problems, of which we are the culprits mostly through indifference, callousness, lack of faith (The Washington Post, "I have seen the problem, and it is us" By Tom Ehrich| Religion News Service, Published: November 21). All the long time I’ve been away I’ve followed, dear poets, your progress on this site with admiration. Thank you!
Longest Trail Home (A Christmas Mystery)
A cowboy Christmas memory that still lives with my family to this very day.
It’s all about L-O-V-E ;")
My romantic poem ends like crazy again!!! -_-‘’ lol
Glove
The author is a remarkable Russian symbolist poet of the beginning of the 20th century Nikolai Gumiliov. In 1921 he was shot by the revolutionary government on the charge of taking part in a counterrevolutionary plot. But in reality he died due to refusal to divulge information about the plot. His wife – an outstanding Russian poet Anna Akhmatova - wrote in despair: My husband's in grave, My son is in cell, I plead you to pray for me, pray.
Touching home
On a steep incline damp with tears not few There’s a little cottage through a mist of blue The door is painted fresh and new Inside the warmest hearth lit by kindness of you In a little wooden hand made chair That you made by showing tender ca
sounds like the same old ending
feel like I kinda got outta bed too early and maybe shoulda stayed there
Walk with me
Somebody call the fire brigade I see you’re smoking hot And the only thing I want Is the only thing you’ve got Please don’t let this moment Slip through and pass us by We may never have another chance at it And we could end up asking why What
EVERY SKY IS A NEW SKY
Blowing through heaven and earth, and in our hearts and the heart of every living thing, is a gigantic breath—a great Cry—which we call God. Plant life wished to continue its motionless sleep next to stagnant water, but the Cry leaped up within it and violently shook its roots: “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Had the tree been able to think and judge, it would have cried, “I don’t want to. What are you urging me to do! You are demanding the impossible! But the Cry, without pity, kept shaking its roots and shouting, “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Animals appeared--worms--making themselves at home in water and mud. "We're just fine here," they said... But the terrible Cry hammered itself pitilessly into their loins. "Leave the mud, stand up, give birth to your betters!"... And lo! after thousands of eons, man emerged, trembling on his still unsolid legs... He has been fighting, again for thousands of eons, to draw himself, like a sword, out of his animalistic scabbard. He is also fighting--this is his new struggle--to draw himself out of his human scabbard. Man calls in despair, "Where can I go? I have reached the pinnacle, beyond is the abyss." And the Cry answers, "I am beyond. Stand up!" -Kazantzakis
A Tree
The Tree As stately as I stand, I still fall victim to the axe I think that I shall never see a hundred years and that's a fact My leaves fall to earths floor to cover the past; longing for the sweet sounds of nature to guard my present After
Jill Stein
This election has been a lot of fun, but also frustrating. Who to pick? All I know is I've never regretted voting third party. I voted for Ross Perot in 96, Ralph Nader in 2000, and Gary Johnson in 2012.
Polar Bear
You may see him standing, In the white glare of the Sunlight, On wind-blasted panes of ice;- A Winters' Sea compressed, To float across the salty emptyness. Now the Bear stands as a symbol;- As solar light returns to white;- Above a lat
Miner's Soul
In memory of miners and their families still struggling to make it. Love you.
Take Three
Written in response to shadow1950's challenge: "What Three Things You would Take" http://www.connectingsingles.com/poem39230/challenge-to-all-poetry-corners-poets.htm
Help My Love to Find!
A bit of Georgian music for your pleasure!