The most precious gift
When my time is up and I'm ready to go To a place no one can find I'll take my chance to cast a last glance At the past I leave behind. I hope to see a fine mosaic Of a million shapes and colours Each shape, an experience Each colour, avid v
"Happiness" (Haiku)
You don't have to be rich to be... happy :)
Bamboleo (song-English translation)
I am interested in the sport of kings. Theres a horse racing today at Fontwell 5.15 called BAMBOLEO, so I thought i'd share the translation. Not sure if it will win, but I think the only danger is UTOPIAN perhaps even the rank outsider at 66/1 has a chance of a place called WITCHESINTUNE. Why not listen to the commentry from the track at www.sportinglife.com and click on horse racing and look for the track called Fontwell and click the 5:15 race and listen to it. If you have sky at the races then you can watch it on channel 415
my childhood
i had a rough childhood by my father
MY DEMENTED LANDLORD
THIS GOES TO ALL TENENTS THROUGHOUT THE WORLD THAT SLUM LANDLORDS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED AND WE WILL FIGHT BACK AND ULTIMATELY PREVAIL!
You are my beauty morning
You are my holiness , my temple and my beauty morning . You are my sweet spring , my nice elation and my for ever eternity . You are the daughter of light , me alone who see in you the magnificence of beauty flowers , let me live in your pleasa
dreamland
you hang with me through life, on a travel with no end so are you with me so take my hand the day befor never come back agin so we dear friend are you with me to the end so take my hand think to wake up to take you in my arms and love that o
Chose Now
The colors show them selves only enough to trick, tease. You will ask them for more making you wonder what beauty it holds for you always. Awaiting to see what comes into the picture on the viewing screen. For you wait in silenc
The woman who didn't get got
She was more sexy than her coworkers Oh yes! By far She would blaze through the streets In her fancy sports car All the men at the pub would push and strain They drooled over hebeauty's's as though they were insane No woman could match her N
The Mirror
In front of the mirror I stand, staring at my reflection. I have changed so much over the last few years. My face had smoothed out and most of my wrinkles had disappeared. It seems like it was only yesterday that I awoke to the sound of soil being
LOVE MADE ANGELS WEEP
<b> Actually I saw this incredible woman on a Dating Site-As I looked at her picture these words came to me. I sent it to her. She was really touched but not enough to fulfill My Dream! Too Bad SHE WAS HOT! LMAO
The Battle ©
My disappointment was that most of the buyers of my "Limited Edition" ~ 1,000 copy ~ poetry books would never read the final verse. Without hope, they would go on believing that they were hopelessly locked into an endless engagement with lust. God's Holy Spirit had delivered me from ' The Battle ' with that sin. I was totally in love with my own wife, and I couldn't even conceive of having relations with another woman. Well, that was also a long time ago. Now in 2009, I find myself once again single, back into ' The Battle ', or called back to the front lines. Perhaps, if I had kept my attention focused on God, and His Son Jesus, I would have developed the other characteristics that would have preserved my marriage that ended five years ago? God only knows. I do know, I am but a mere mortal ~ with a Supreme Being Master ~ that knew the way I would be, foreknew the paths that I would take, and He loves me anyway. I look with eager anticipation to the day when I am once more delivered from the ' The Battle ', again in a good marriage or loving relationship. Hopefully, by then, I'll have millions of links into my website when I am called forth to my Maker ~ and will walk boldly before His throne of "Grace." Russ Miles writes romance books, poetry, songs, ezine articles, and mystery thriller novels.
**If I Could Take You Into Me
I wrote this poem and many others during a time when I was involved with a man who had some commitment problems. He lived with me for a year and then decided to move out while continuing a relationship with me. I went through a lot of emotional turmoil and found solace in writing these poems and performing in open mic poetry readings around town. Oddly enough, that is where I met my husband a couple of years later. The poem is somewhat s*xual, but the underlying meaning is that I wanted that man to understand me. I wanted him to "be inside" of me to understand how I felt.
I love you
A love I thought I would never find again .
Loves last moment
Eyes swelling becoming tearfull spilling over tear drops fall. Words failing mouths open unable to speak emotions choking. Hands tremble fingers entwined clenching the hand that clings to mine. doors open light has entered darknes
Respite
Wrote this while in the hospital having 4th surgery on left humerus,very intense.
My Own Sunrise
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? E. M. Forster Open group @ Poetry Corners on FB
Memories Are Made Of These
Memories are made out of living life
Diamond In My Sky
You are my diamond You are my night and sky You are my knight You are my life You are my everything. You are my life We can be so alive You shine so bright You, sparkling diamond in my sky In the night, Twinkle in the dark At twilight,
New Ornament
I had a hard time spending that much money on ornaments, but it is so cool, I'm glad I did!
U are.
U are far by so near by me Understanding me without Trying change me. U are far but u heart Is so close my mine. U are far but always In my thoughts. U are far but u voice Is close by mine. U are far but I feel U warm hugs And u sweet kiss
Doin’ rain, etc...
Long, long ago, in a jungle far, far away..., as a teenager, I used to love reading the Tarzan novels,[heck, I still do...], Anyway, the king of the jungle taught me an interesting take on life, In one of his earliest adventures, as he was crossing
love each other
this is one of my chorus's from one of my lyrics . but i figured that maybe . love birds out there need something like this to send to there lovers
Those
When you view this world through a speckled lens, there's those that resist, there's those that have missed, those with a bucket list, those that live in fear, those who refuse to hear, there's those that know, those that grow, and those that will ne
-:::::::::: In the Arms of Love ::::::::::::-
A poem that i find very sweet and encouraging .Moral of this is poem , is that LOVE comes when you least expect it , leave it to destiny to lead you to it. Hope you enjoy ;) tc
DO NOT FORGET
MEMORIES OF PERSONEL SACRIFICE OFTEN RECURS IN REAL LIFE
light my candle
life is like a candle,if you have one another ,you are value
my shelter
"My shelter" My safe shelter...... Where is that for me? Is it with him..? Thats where my heart should be!! When I look up.. I see a shining star! Is he wishing on the same.. In his home from afar? If I pass him on the street? Will he
~ Lost ~
Tis just a dream of fantasy ~ Wine & Roses
A Summer's Night Dream
Sharing the evening stars and the Summer's night with your dream partner what more could one ask for ~
~ Missing You ~
Tis a poem of wishing & want!
who are you
its like in another realmbut still same
Chaotic Order
Chaos........
Come dance with me
Those magic days when the ocean is so beautiful........an the surf is pumping........
Behind the Mask
seeing beneath the facade .....
About..a Life
lifes are choosed by names,needs,commitments,proffesions...this one just want to be here with you.
Ill wait for you
why dont you ever text me back? Do you have better things to do? Honestly? Cause dont think i dont know That Rock yeah it suites you After all these years you wont change It hurts Cause how i feel for you Going back to 2 and a half yea
-a game of chance?
...these cards are marked! it's no wonder I've never had an original thought whatever the content I think, speak, or write a step behind is my unknown plight did you plant the seed that stirs my manhood? then patiently smile awaiting my awakenin
IMAGINE - FINAL PART
Christ Candle
SPIRIT
SPIRIT WITHIN UNSEEN BEING LIFE ESSENCE GIVEN BY BREATH TO US SPIRIT
In The Shadows
It follows, from shadow to shadow So close I can almost smell it It’s putrefying rank presence Fear has a terrifying hold on me Will I survive this terrible night?
"With You" (A Double Acrostic)
A double acrostic poem is the same as an acrostic poem, except that the line ends with the same letter that it starts with. ^___^ So, I just try! lol it's fun!