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That's me ...in a nutshell. ..not Nutella P.S ...the Sanctuary is our home aka Poetry corner
Pearls
Under thy great sky in solitude and silence, with humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face. Rabindranath Tagore
Star Light Star Bright
the time is near the time is right apon a shineing star i wish to night, she becomes a reallity of a devine dream from long ago so far but so near, here eyes shineing like diamons in the nights sky baskng in here glow i well never let here go......
Leaping Leprechaun
Happy St Patrick's Day. If anyone knows how to contact my dear friend Martina (RaptureCapture) please share this with her and tell her I miss her very much!! Be Merry!!!
Spring
It is just a nice feeling about the spring.
Pot of Gold
Searching for a four leaf clover in the green grasses that grow in the rocks The little people point the way Just looking for that pot of gold Me thinks its in the hills or mountains Not sure weather its north or south or near th
In the dark
Lately I've been writing about everything. Also recording. I walk 8 miles a day reciting poems and lyrics for my song. Just another observation in the night.
When The Dragon Strikes
in his veins the magic flows through the rivers an through the lakes but do not forsake he s the one with keys to the golden gates he see your truth and knows your lies just one puff blows through your disguise then your wells well soon run dry kings
Ice Cube Tray on Empty
To say I wish I could bring you into my life here somehow, into these days where I warm my hands on the soft coat of a grandmother's lapdog, is to deny a place to the blanket of sadness that wants to marry me.
When im free
when I am free the dark well move into light and set my wings for final flight, maybe in the day but probably in the night, when I am free I well let go of all the past, when I am free there be no fear my sprit well soar across the sky I well need n
Your Destiny
Dont love yourself for the wrong reasons But hate yourself for the right ones, Forgive yourself for your past mistakes, Be prepared for the ones you are going to make. Nobody's perfect and it apply to you, And dont portray yourself like a per
The Profiler
the words you speak give you away time well be the price you pay watching every move you make connecting the dots well seal your faith when exposed in the light your fancy words not so bright eagerness is bliss what you PARTAY this well be your final
Feelings
Was watching a sad movie and one of the actors name was teardrop
When The Snow Fell
When The Snow Fell You released me from A living hell The fire burned bright in the log cabin The snow fell silent outside, You held me close into the night I threw caution to the wind Offering you my body with love, A man like you was so
Right to water
water,water every were but not a drop to drink Enda looked out the window and he did start to think He called up the gang and they started to hatch a plan a secret tax on water that what we will do and sure the residents of the country w
A Song of Spring
Just a little rumbling about spring which will eventually get here I hope....
HER LETTER
I wrote this after i decided to change my ways, a few years ago.
Stars beneath my feet.
Walking at 2 in the morning got these thoughts of Hollywood. Don't miss it because I know what the retro Hollywood was and that's what I miss.
~Maybe I'm wrong~
At times of think of where we are going with technology at the helm, that we all subscribe too. As I see this the life I knew of good friends and good social has only a place to show in our wake. I may be wrong, yet I know I'm right.
~It's said "Time Heals"~
Time creates the moment For us to decide How we as ourselves Can heal what is our's. ~Bentlee~
Wind In Her Sails
Gazing in my sights she well appear dress in brilliant white floating on a summer breeze as thin as air here beauty comes from within here eyes give life to the ocean wind now the sun well rise again and new life for them will now began
GOD LOVES YOU
I wrote and dedicated this poem to my Vacation Bible School children in June 2013 as I gave them "glow in the dark" bracelets to wear the last night of VBS. Love all my VBS children.
The Final Hour
On a notion of fear the end of the line is near opening of the gates of hell on a starless night for let it be written, when the clock strikes 12 the reaper well ring the bell ,one final spin the river of poisons cease to exists, the windows close w
{Nature Is Calling}
Once while I as wlking in a garden, this poem struck me.I observed Nature at its best and this inspired me to write this poem.
{The Touch}
Since I lost wife in 2007,I went nostalgic and wrote this poem on the spur of the moment.
I sang a song
I like to sing, Mostly in the shower...
For Daddy
My little dog Chloe, sadly died March 1st this year. I had a snip of her hair made into a pendant which I could wear round my neck. We had hope my former partner would be able to visit her before she died. Sadly this was not the case. It's just me and the cat, Oskar, now.
Collapsing Time
Laid to rest the relics of the god for sacking world you call a home, buried alive in the sands of time, only the dust of the bleached bones and spew it remains are left behind for it will not matter who you know or how much you pay, for your crimes
{This City Is In Siege}
This poem was inspired by seeing Hollywood films made in that past era, where a gun, a sheriff and an outlaw ruled the town.
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where between moon and sun the sky will dream a river threading soul by stitch of breath in eye of needles sliver light before morning born casting reflection in her hair of such has my life been worn and unto these hands deliver they where
The Return of Our Saviour
As I stand upon the edges of time... I'm reminded of memories sweet in my mind... I've hearkened unto thy words of the past... Sweet lyrics of scripture, remind me at last.... The day draws nigh, the hour is near... Our Glorious Saviour soon w
Untamed Wisdom
Spring arrivals of waves and waves of returning songbirds across the northern New England countryside.
dream and reality
If dreams were real and real things dream, It would be nice. In dream nothing's settled for good, So it would be nice. Night coming after day, Me not born a princess, Being unable to pluck the moon Or get inside a lily, Clock h
another day of life
I went in to touch her this morning I went in to feel my life's tie and yes, I felt so awarded as she turned to reach for my side is it funny how some things might matter? be it merely, as merely a touch and although the gesture seems little i
Standing in the rain
This is the explicit version. Hope you guys like it.
GOD'S LOVE
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
~Don't you know who I am~
Said that suit stood on shoes To lessen your fears To brighten your views. While a podium he rides Throwing words on the wind. Don't you know who I am Shoehold gripping the door As a flexible wall Moments him in check. Key to the city
{Beyond The Mountain Wall}
There was a poetry competition held in the USA by USA's famous poet, Jack Huber and I was invited to participate.I wrote this poem on a topic "Mountain" and I was awarded a book of poems by Jack Huber as the best poem in the competition.
{Whence Gonneth Those Days?}
I just remembered my childhood days, of the days spent at my Gradmas house in wodehouse road at Colaba in south Mumbai.There was innocence, fun, laughter, picnics, swimming in the sea, movies and great food prepared by my grand parents.
Searching for Love
The poem depicts a person walking down a beach filled with uncertainty searching for any clues about the direction and discovery of love.
We The Peep Hole
Seem a little closer to the reality we have here than the original writing.