GOOD BYE SUMMER
Summer is waning and Fall is on the way.
SUNNY DATE
In NZ....we still expect late frost and even some snow in the south, but in North Island, we are aware of warmer weather......now officially into spring....
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Boja crvena
U bezbroju kišnih kapi na oknu prozora, kroz vetrom razvejane oblake, prelama sunce sjaj svog jutarnjeg osmeha u raskriljenu šarenu lepezu. Budi me crvenom, laganim titrajima, ritmom tvojih udisaja, dok se još usnula privijaš uz mene, topla
Snails
I went to Petsmart to get two snails to replace the ones that had died recently. I bought them on Palm Sunday. They lived a little over four months. The woman said I should feed them algae tablets daily and they should live longer. We'll see what happens.
Blissful Interlude in Time
Just an interval, a space in time Precious moments together as lovers entwined A gentle passion, wild flowers given, poetry written How sublime to feel beautiful, so special Basking in the sun, feeling the warmth of your body In that m
Color red
At countless drops of rain on the window pane, through wind branching clouds, refracts the sun shine of his morning smile, spreading him out in a colorful array. Wakes me with color red slightly vibrating in the rhythm of your breaths,
A September Day Tribute
Tribute to all those loss September 11, 2001
Ocean Pearls.
always loved pearls and opals....both are said to be unlucky.....
Green Lake
Green sun sets in the green lake of your eyes. It’s me who downloading star after star from green sky, sinking them into the depths of that wise words lake, which hides the unknown fears into himself, continuously wash from his banks grain of di
The Darkness of Peace
I wrote this for a prompt on another site regarding the refugees discovered in the back of a truck in Austria some days ago. The photo is of a street in Damascus. It was very difficult to write as you might imagine. Hi to all that remember me and hello to all ye new poets, hope you are all well.
Condasending moments
It happened to me.
Marking Time....
People only see, what they want to see Hear what they want, even when keys Truth and common-sense, point the way Ignorance suits, for a few more days. Over time the truth, filters through Emotional outcomes, strengthen clues Life goes on, gra
A Book To Be Opened
I wrote this poem basically because I'm very open person and i wanted to express that feeling with written word.
Untill we meet again
For those i love.... and those who love me. I could not say goodbye to you reasons why i slipped away, i hung on untill my favourite time the eve before christmas day. But do not let my passing sadden this season between your tears remembe
"Strings That Bind, Strings That Attach"
I was just sitting thinking friends, my Mother and Father,and other things, and these words came to mind.
Dave........
This old fella surprised me .....I just looked around and he was standing there beside me ....but in the short time he was there I learnt a lot about him and it was a pleasure to have met him
Shot at Dawn.
Many of the atrocities of the first world war have faded into history, this typical of the many extremely young men shot at dawn, who in general had suffered the effects of many a horrific battle, were, sick, cold, hungry tired and terrified, seeing their comrades bombed, gassed and cut to ribbons, many lied about their age to fight for King and country, found themselves frozen by fatigue and fear and were charged with cowardice, and within a day without legal representation found guilt and hastily shot at dawn by their comrades. Since I wrote this so many years ago, these brave young men have received a pardon and a memorial erected in their name.
MY THREE IDOLS
NO MATTER HOW MUCH FAME IS IN STORE FOR ME; I CAN NEVER MATCH THE LOVE AND GENEROSITY OF THESE THREE!
"My Cup Overflows"
This is a short poem I wrote about finding love.
"Our Private Episode"
This is a poem about being connected mind, body and soul. I wrote it because that what I do.
WEAVING A SPELL.....
a wooded area by a beach.....
Lieasure Time
felt relaxed one of favorite things to do
SILENT BEAUTY...
twilight....
missing you
38 years ago we started dating .i lost you way to soon
Unpoetic ramble
To all my cohorts of many years Soph xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
lost...........
my youngest son .......unemployed, uninterested in life ......every word falling on deaf ears
"The Experience"
As the drums fall in line, thrashing rolling thunderous beats, as the trumpeter's are called to the grand event, the orchestra begins to layout their sheet music. A Configuration By Intent
ONE SQUARE MILE
what others see as a tourist icon, I will always associate with going home.....raised just a few miles down river, I even lived close to the city for a few years.....
FAMILY......
pure and simple......genealogy.....
"Day Dreaming"
I wrote this poem out of frustration with all politicians who refuse to admit mistakes of any stripe. P.S. Not trying to be political, not trying to offend, it's just what I feel.
"Today"
I see today as a day of celebration. Today is free-flowing. Today is all that is here. Inside, there is a sense of great
Eungella.........
Stopped at this cutting on the way down from the top of this range after doing some work .....good place for a cuppa I thought and this is what progressed.......
"I'd Like To Be Sensational"
If I had one desire, I would like to "sensational!" I want to be that "sensational man" you extol to your mom and dad. I want to be the man you speak of to your friends when you say, "He's one
till I breath no more
just a thought...thanks all for your reads and comments
"Just Ask, Seek and Knock"
You cannot reach the summit's peak, without taking that first step upward. You cannot reach the wave's apex, without first stepping into an ocean oh so deep. You cannot foresee a concerto's finale, without first being able to read the notes. You will
"Fireside Chair"
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TWILIGHT PARADE...
a special time of day....
The Dreamer
If I had a house upon a hill If I had a place of my own The only thing else I would need Is for a girl to love me If I had clothes like a lawyer A job that paid as well The girl I am dreaming of Would know I could never fail I'm lucky to
Stage Dancer....
whatever ...family life, academics, the arts or sport.....passion and dreams are important....
Remembering you
memories of husband past.
Free At Last
Hurt you can leave now Loneliness I'll show you the door You've out worn your company You won't wear me out anymore Regret you can be quiet now And stop lassoing the past Sadness you can go to a devils hell That's one place you won't take me