E.T. phone home
Always on point you are Don't worry don't doubt Definitely don't shout Look around n about Take a taste n embrace this place like no time to waste Tomorrow you may not be breathing Mek sure a positive mark you are leaving Behind Like our a
deal with it
But things change That's just the way it is Don't try to compare Always be prepared Life's a b*tch cos things switch Like feeling fine then got a stitch Is it something you ate? Something you did create? You are what you eat Energy is e
sick
Im sick and tired ,, or tired and sick, dont know which, is this the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning?
I'll Be On My Way
She was very intelligent I was just an ordinary guy She was beautiful and elegant I was much too shy Now I see how it has to be I'll stop the prayers I started to pray Though my intentions were tenderly I'll be on my way She was meant for
light always shows
Like chasing the dream Or so it would seem Always looking for an ends to this mean Or is it a means to this end Let my mind bend Uncomprehend! Flowing floetry Rainbowing poetry With an input of soul n heart to make this art Spectacularly s
Jamaica fare
Cinnamon girl..
level uP
Gotta have faith n trust the process Especially when negativity gives the test Fight that stress n depress n the undesirableness With joy n happiness But how? When all around energy like bloodhound bringing ya down n bringing ya down But is
level uP
Gotta have faith n trust the process Especially when negativity gives the test Fight that stress n depress n the undesirableness With joy n happiness But how? When all around energy like bloodhound bringing ya down n bringing ya down But is
A Simpler Time
Searching for some inner 'meaning of life' and some simpler times while queuing in a line……..to receive a Covid vaccine.
A Little Sailboat
I don't know how it comes to me but surprisingly it's there Words I see words I write and words I've got to share I'll never be on a yacht just a little sailboat And always a breeze that's only fair It's never sleek never suave the captain neve
Counting On The Church Bells To Ring
Counting on the church bells to ring in that little town Counting on the peace that they bring with their gentle sound Walking on the sidewalk by the street heaven can be found Counting on the church bell to ring in that little town The clouds
Upon the Air of Halloween
Some ruminations on Halloween.
five to one
chances are
The Day Before Halloween
I went to main street in Platteville and wrote this as the trick or treaters were getting their candy. The Hulk, a goblin, and a cheerleader just went by.
The Pic
Never ever never ever pag-una una aron di maggubot!
Flat
If flat earth is where it’s at And round globes are actually flat Contemplating that and this Upon the heavenly stars we wish Those luminous balls of plasma Enchanting us with bright charisma Those ley lines that are crossing The earth l
Contemplation
Just thinking
Love inkind
something nice for an afternoon
Raindrops
Personal reflections in the gloom of a rainy day.
Whiplash Soup
Dada ramble
Eating Thanksgiving Food
I am getting a turkey and a ham at work in about a week, I'll have to save the wishbone. I know that neither Indian or native american is the proper term, but I can't remember what they were called in Massachusetts. I also noticed the butter I buy no longer has an Indian woman on it.
Yvonne
She saved me!
Celestial Realm Captains
just trying to be ironic .. but not always successful (((
Awakening
Remember WHAT you are.
Wonder
Nothing
Pay your way
its life as we know it jim.
Tapestry
This is my poem and it is to explain how life twists and turns. I’m relaxed with a coffee as I write this original work.
Peace
Contemplation time - Poem by Sara Teasdale 1884 - 1933 "Sara Teasdale was an American lyric poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914. In 1918 she won a Pulitzer Prize for her 1917 poetry collection Love Songs."
Chitter-Chatter
Last of New England’s fall days. Leaves have almost completely dropped and the sun is now low in the sky.
Stone Wall
Posted: May 2016 About this poem: Spring in the New England woods
Wasted Years
This is a reflection of keeping yourself pure for someone for six years and then they moved on.
Glitter Stars
Stargazing
Pepperoni logic
Playing with Steely Dan's Pretzel Logic, a classic..
Love
Emerald eyes had to stare smile ear to ear Tall and lean sexy in jeans silent screams Lips shinny and moist sexy voice filled with lust bodies encrust that’s the night I fell in love
I never knew
lyrics of a song I wrote
Softly
more lyrics
That Kind Of Wife
Her gentle fingers on my face Bringing me to morning life I need that kind of wife I hope that doesn't sound selfish And I would tell her I love her every time I hold her And every morning after breakfast was over I would sit there starring
Sorrow at my door
Every day Since my stepdad passed away, I have seen one magpie in the same spot it was haunting. I recently had a look and I found that the second one had died. It is amazing how you can be so wrapped up in what you think is happening to you and miss what is happening to others.
Rap a tap
Rap a tap, Not feeling the vibe Rap a tap. Information online Sending a text Information untamed. The aftermath can send us insane. Rap a tap, Quick to release. Into the world like a raging beast. Connection to the world.
The book of love
When all that matters is no more and emotions lay bare on the floor when all that once was no longer is then life has surely lost its fizz but hope springs eternal, or so they say and maybe I'll find love again some day maybe not now, or even n
The Best Christmas Gift
I have three days off till Monday, then four hours of work and another 14 days off, maybe I'll get lucky and have someone to play games with during the day, that would be nice!
In this day
In this day i cannot say why there eyes met with symmetrical position, dying elevates the need for life. recognition is an understanding don’t pretend, the soul cries until the body denies such demise. listening to a fate sealed by the sealed,