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This Old House
Memories of a time long ago raising my daughters.
"To have or to have not"
Yearning for the impossible dream
Moving On
For those of you who read my first attempt at poetry, "Almost", you will know my wife and daughter moved back to England after my divorce. I struggled to be honest, and at times I found life very tough going. This poem was written at a time I could see a future for myself, and I had found a reason for being able to see a light at the end of the tunnel. The "she" I refer to can be one of three, its intentionally ambiguous. My daughter, my Mother (who sadly passed away when I was 16) or an unknown future partner (who it seems I am still looking for!). My poems are very personal. Very few people I know have read them. But I am interested to see if they stir up similar emotions in other people as they do in me. Please leave comments, I would love to know what you think.
Tellin the moon not to shine
I wrote this in segments during and after my divorce I wanted to write what i longed to have in a realationship some day
does anyone care
I wrote this a while ago when a friend killed himself the poem is saying tell people how good they are while they are alive don't wait till its too late
the hood
how i feel
The Witch’s Secret
The story of one of the quests of my youth.
Star Trek: The Impatient Meditation
(Spock and Bones are sitting in Spock’s quarters as Spock tries to teach Bones how to meditate by focusing the mind through the concentration on the flame of a candle). Bones: “Ok Spock lets mediate” Spock: “It’s meditate doctor” Bones: “I d
the willow signs her name on the river
when the playing cards fall from the poker game of life in name or in spirit I'll always call you wife you watched me live my dreams as I trapped the river, free you only caught a fleeting glimpse of how we used to be the river shares
My baby girl (the minnie)
As a mother how truely marvelous is it that we have the gift of growing this life inside our own and get to be so loved and give such love.I still look at my little girl and am intranced by her very being, and to know that I and her father created her by our being is just amazing! If you really think about it what a beautiful gift is that than creating life, man that is just...Beyond anything!! I don't understand those that don't appreciate and take pride in being parents and don't take care of their babies or atleast make sure their babies are taken care of, Not to be all judgemental cause that is not what I am about just being a mommy and daddy is sacred in my oppinion.
Hey ! What's happening to me ?
Was feeling sleepy then ...Bang got this inspiration just now with juice flowing thru my head ...not orange juice. .but creative juice..i write now quickly ...
? happiness ?
it speaks for its self.
LET GO
How do i get through these days when all i do is sit here and cry wonder why life is this way. I just do not know if i can get through another day. Then your kind words i hear in my mind from time to time. They make each day ea
The Touch of Love!
My finger tips were lonely! Lol
Icarus
This is from my more depressed series of poems, when I was in an overall darker, more introspective mindframe.
influenza time :(
to the reader: here's hoping you have a good end of year and 2010 brings you the happiness we all deserve. hugs :)
Sad ?
In the land of the 'shamrock' and the 'blarney stone, where the cattle graze and sheep do roam, There lives an old man that has made it his home but he goes to his bed at night.....alone. That's so sad !!!
pearl kissed
each one sweetly stored inside your warm breath as it flows out hovering lingering deeply i will honey golden treasure them catching each and every last one throwing them into the treasure chest such rare jewels flawless
Loneliness
A dark time in the past, but I stress, IN THE PAST. ;-)
Another Day
My soul is on onwards and upwards flight past dancing particles motes of bright parting the clouds of deepest night seeking its path of searing light though rejection may wait through every door I sense much more I must endure though others rip
Raynebow
I wrote this Poem for my friend called Rayne who I have giving the name Raynebow due to the fact she always makes me happy and me been Irish and the whole rainbow thingy it seemed to fit just fine
Monsters
Reading a lot of nonfiction books on some real monsters. Jeffrey Dahmer, Last Meals, stories on last meals served to executed prisoners (cheeseburger ranks as the most popular last meal request) and the mother of David Peltzer who wrote a book "A Child Called It."
old man........
Random act of kindness...........the response was priceless
In the Cellar
To apply for room ring 666roomforrent
Friends At Christmas
I find it difficult to be with family members at Christmas time. I would love to have a real family and not a disfunctional one. However this is not Andy Griffith, Opey and Aunt Bee Merry Christmas to all and a Happy New Year Ps I thank connecting singles for all of my friends that I have made God Bless Everyone
JOHN DENVER
JOHN JOHN WHY YOU SO YOUNG SO BRIGHT NOW YOU ARE IN THE LIGHT,WHAT ARE YOU THINKING TO NIGHT,IS THERE SUNSHINE ON YOUR SHOULDERS ,WILL ANNIE SONG KEEP YOU FOREVER ,OR WILL YOU LEAVE ON A JET PLANE OR ARE YOU FAR AWAY ,OR ARE YOU A COUNTRY BOY AGAIN,,
The scent of love
I made you want to say I love you and all those things I chose to hear. And nothing that I held above you, could keep them all from within my ear I'm sorry I made you say those things. So sorry that you made me smile. And to you I blamed the
Writers were meant to be lonely
I wrote it at the pub.
do you love me?
Through the eyes of a child.
Black Pearls on a Broken Heart
A kinda story song poem..Hope you like it..Love cafe
Tonight on rte
Fr coleman drawing silage Did i make myself clear, claire are you there?
To a Great Friend
Thanks you for believing in me... when I find it difficult to believe in myself For always being there... to offer support and unrelenting help Thank you for caring for me... in each and every way that you do For always being there for me...
Home for Lost Souls
(Verse 1) Look around you, what do you see? mothers crying for their sons and daughters so that the rich can fill their greed with more currency destroying our bodies with poison in our food and waters and we just sit back and relax with no comp
A Scousers Xmas Tale
For those who do not know Scousers are from Liverpool, and within UK renowned for being scallywags' or thieving gits, so to keep in tune with trend of self humour I penned this to make someone grin or even dare say smile, if it does then its been worthwhile.
I Hope
about new relationships
The 4th of July
I used to go to Dubque, but got tired of the crowds and the unsafe conditions of that town, now I go here in Platteville, Wisconsin.
Time to ponder!
The new age is now, fanciful thoughts lost, memories gone, born anew, all of the past never meant to last, new you maybe, we will see.
She so crazy
Sunday morning poem..Thanks for reading and Happy Sunday!
why ? freedom is no more
think what you will but do not judge the innocent we are all guilty in murder there's so ways people die
i conquer the world with words
I conquer the world with words, conquer the mother tongue, verbs, nouns, syntax. I sweep away the beginning of things and with a new language that has the music of water the message of fire I light the coming age an
from the heart of mine
From the color of the flowers And from the heart of mine I’m penning down this to you How to tell, how much you have Time to time given trouble to my heart In you dream I went to slept And in your dream I woke up In your memories I’m so much s