The Mysterious Crystal Ball
This piece of poetry is more a narrative of history, 2nd last poem I wrote of my original collection in the 2000s
In HIS Image
GOD loves us and excepts us just the way we are. HE made us in his image therefore what we are is what HE wanted us to be. Take your mask off with G O D. Be there for GOD Do what GOD needs you to do. Just be who you are the real you.
How Times Have Changed
One of my earlier poems, it tells of how times have changed in retrospect. it reflects different phases of my life.
Tempted
For the Demon came to me one and night asked me if i wanted to give up my spirit for my poetry. I told him i have faith that GOD will set my poetry free for all to see. I tell HIM the LORD has my back and will show me the way to my life's
Wandering Heart ~ I Search for you!
And the search goes on!
Beauty Of The Night
you know me... random as always, what do ya guys think? :)
Intro.
When you stay down the road Your road your way your destiny blinking eye When there is nothing inspiring you for real No musics, no pictures, dreams to follow Tell me how you keep in your feet without a sunny shining pencil How come you no more
silver star
From a silver star fell on Earth a man with no believes… Fell in the middle of a city with no name, than he begun to walk his first, and his last road direction home… He crossed the ocean crossed the desert and all the green fields he cros
Dream
I wish to see a day of storm, Of flying rocks and thousand roses I wish could go where no one knows if I must go or even thought it. I wish could fly away the sky And find a universe of dreams That never was, were never gone Just timber quie
Change
"You must be the change you wish to see in the world" ~ Mahatma Gandhi ~ It's like me to never see When it came or where it went Now it's gone away….
Slow Dance
She moves like leaves... Being blown by a summer windy breeze The funny thing about that is I've only seen this being in my daydreams As I watch her slow dance in my imagination And while listening to her tone You see I hear the poetry that s
Snarl of the Tiger!
Tis the law of the jungle, Eat ye or be eaten!
Colors!
Multiple colors of the Heart ... never fade away!
BLISS
This poem was written several years ago and it is as true today as the day I wrote it. One day soon, I will meet the man for whom this was penned.
Possessed
KG thanks for the idea
POETKNIGHTS OF BARD'S TABLE LEGENDS
Suppose to title Ancient Bullman and his Amazing Poetknights of Bard's table Legends But I think tis is better ...?
to my love
tears for heaven Goddess of a weeping Autumn moon her crown of leaves and stars left by alter of winters door she dances to a harp made of rain grace following beauty turning with the earth in her arms
Today
I was feeling my children when I wrote this piece. They seriously are my world.
Misunderstood
I am so sorry I erased this, and I do appreciate the feedback I recieved. I removed it for personal reasons. Please accept my apologees... ShellJack
The Race!
We are all in the race of life, whether it be the tortoise or the hare!
Governments
My second poem from my collection, about how governments reflect on everyday people's lives it could reflect any government or all governments around the world.
Ode To A Policeman
This narrative poem is a retrospective view of the policeman, as seen through the eyes of most people.
True Blue Knights
This poem is a sequel to "Ode To A Policeman" it is a reflection of earlier times were knights, were medieval Police in suits of armour which would later be bulletproof vests, there is a sort of comparison between the old and new. this poem reflects this.
Training team oh we did have a scream
I was thinking back to my army days
Relations are not ...
Relations are not an Exam to Pass or Fail, or its not a Competition to Win or Lose. Its a Feeling You Care for Someone More than Yourself.
Hurting line by love
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A womans love
How does one define beauty of woman? Let your words flow as you may choose But my words are gathered from the dark nights and rainy days of uncertainty of life.. When muscles, and bravado, and wit, and all the reserves of manly strength teet
What this thing called love
This was wrote by me after my junior yr in HS and found her then lost her
The Round table of Poetress & Poet's knights!
Tis praise to Connecting Singles and to the poets here within!
a song
Not what I expected, knew you for a minute. Not much thought to it. Put the heart in it. So not in control. Just letting this feeling flow. (chorus) Let's take each other by the hand were Satisfied, its in our plan. We got alot to give & n
Christmas bells heard in the air!
Tis the season!
leaving ...........
leaves ......... not what you may have first thought ..he he
FAERIES ROUND ABOUT
This poem came to me today and I feel it reflects some thoughts regarding a recent vision quest. I traveled last week to the Ancient Redwood Forest in Ca, and saw incredible things there that set my mind reeling. I went there for an inward glance and some answers. I was granted both and I saw things I cannot explain. Or can I?
The chase
She's there ...... and then gone like a leave in the wind I can't catch her she's dancing just out of reach
God...
God please help me to forgive and forget Those who hurt me so much Bring again in my soul The light and purity of innocence Stolen by that man Help me to forget And go ahead.
Memories Of The Sydney Tram
A very interesting narrative-poem that reflects Sydney-Australia's history, the Government in later years regretted their mistake as the Middle East fuel embargo appeared in the early 1970s, forcing cars and buses almost off the roads through lack of available fuel, had they had the trams it would have helped emensely as they ran on electricity, had it happened 12 years early the trams may have survived and buses may have been scrapped, their Melbourne counterparts have always had trams, Sydney's last tram ran to La Perouse and souveneir hunters kept parts of the last tram which came back without lights, yes it happened that way as it is now all a part of history. The poems colours are the same as the Sydney Trams colours.
Water - The Drink Of Life
This poem is about our rarest commodity Water, and it is an environmental poem, I give you Water...The Drink Of Life
My Baby's Nursury
What goes through the mind of a little baby in a nursery, it is Baby's little poem, My Baby's Nursery. this was written for a boy baby by changing a few words it can also reflect a girl Baby. My only child's poem.
charlie brown tree
Your limbs outstretched trying to make you look larger, fuller. Maybe someone will want you then. someone will see your beauty yet naked to the world. you stand shredded of your blanket of leaves and your dignity. Nature took it's course an
Unknown Words Inspired By Thee.
KG thank for being my muse
Simply Good Bye
Sometimes in life you have to except what you want to be true does not make it true. One day one might realize they are sitting in a room full of strangers. Kindness goes a long way life. Remember in life you are what you eat. You are what you put into your self. If you put love and kindness into yourself then that is what you will be, so if you find yourself feeding negativity into your life the sensiable thing to do is make changes if it is not where you want to be. Love to all.
Memoreis of Vogelsang
Just remembering two days spent in a trench in Germany