FAMILY
IN MY EARLY LIFE, WE WERE VERY POOR; BUT EVERYTHING WAS SO MAGICAL!I HAD A SPECIAL MOM WHO INSTILLED IN ME THE MAGIC WHICH SHINES BRIGHT TODAY!
your piercing eyes
For a dear friend Thanks all for reading.
Summer Bliss
This poem is about the beauty of summer and abouts the joys it brings and the beautiful wonders of nature
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Leviathan's sleep with single lidded eye to keep smoke from the tallow's flame as the moon bowed down to acclaim a Goddess dancing beneath the mask of Summers name
Born in Heaven
I just thought that I would write how I was feeling about finding true love. And end up with this.
LOST IN THOUGHT..
Short rhyme about thoughts and theyre impact on our lives...I think..
iron man
Iron body Rough to touch Encrusted Cold Stands Motionless Clints at the waters edge As dancing waves Baths laps Its cast iron feet Motionless It waits For tides turn For once again he hides beneath The waters tide Unseen
Im so Lucky
This is a song I wrote back in 2004. There is a demo done through Nashville song company for this.
To have...To have not..
A few general observations about the rich/poor divide in todays materialistic societies....
every time i think of you!
i could be the one that makes you feel you're off your feet may just be falling asleep if i only had that feeling every morning an then before i go to sleep. then our lips meet. sweet dreams see you in the morning!
Memories
I wrote this sometime back. It was for the first girl I ever felt love. But she never knew, and she still dont. When I was 15 hehe.
On going to war, from a womans heart.
In the longevity of my years, I have witnessed the bemused tears of womanhood, who with love, conceived, nurtured in their wombs, endured the rigours of childbirth, then with unconcealed care and devotion guided them into adulthood, then our political war lords, conscripted their vibrant youth to the slaughterhouse of war, dare I ask, just how is it that womanhood has allowed this to happen?
My One
Think my sweet you are my one You are my star you are my sun I think bout you day and night With you in my life I do see light I love u more with everyday And want you here with me to stay I hope one day this will come true To be together for
Gone From Here
For those of you that are not here At this very special time of year You’re in our thoughts we hope you know And in our hearts with this we show All our love we send to you And know you feel the same way too Forever in our memories will be
It will never be over
This is the second and last song I wrote and did a demo with Nashville. I wrote this to someone special. But it is over now though. Hope you all like it. If anyone want s to listen to the demo let me know :)
Africa in one glance 1980
I worked in Zambia for 6 weeks. The only things I took back to the UK were the clothes I wore. Many people have helped but not enough. I came home knowing that the Colonial days were much better for the people. Today we see the wars that I saw in the eyes of a child's desperation. My guess is that the boy is dead. in 1980 men lived to an average age of 35.........He would be about 41 Wars rage all over Africa. I did little more than write a poem
Earth Calling Me Home
In 1980 I flew to Zambia. In fact then and now I fly often enough to experience emergencies. In 1980 considered what could happen. I prepared myself by writing this poem.
Times are Hard
We enjoyed a regular late bar with about 10 pals gathered. My observations were accurate but I continued my friendship. If there were more than 3 people he never bought a round. He retired early 25 years ago. I never saw him after. He will not have changed. He always said as he entered the bar:- " Times are hard and friends are few "
THE REAL TRUTH
THE LORD IS REAL FOR HE GAVE ME A GREAT GIFT WHICH MAN HAS LOOKED FOR SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME!
TRUST
Trust, can mend the walls of a broken home.
TRUST AND SELF - ESTEEM
Mistrust, dissipates hate.
Wedding Vows
Just some random thing that came to mind what I think a woman would want in a marriage.
little ditty
a joke is a joke a poke is a poke but no poke that is no joke
Missing you
Woke up in tears missing my husband
The river bank
its about 2 shy people who can seem to find the words to express the fondness for each other meeting only 1 hour a day
Confession
I am your Knight is it the moon or the stars that keep's that sparkle in her eyes or maybe cause I sworn to never harm her, charm her with every breath she takes know they have to get past my shinning armor to take that away, I will give up everythin
I am still waiting
You will know :)
The End
It happens sometimes...
Memories
I woke this morning and thought of you I feel so sad I can’t see you I know that I’ve been miles away But in my heart ill know you'll stay Wanted so much to say goodbye It's hard to get over but I will try Your memory will always be Etched in
Zombie !
Although this contains excerpts from my life, the theme of the poem is not about me. I wrote it to show respect to people who slip into deep depression and become totally disconnected from normal living.
My bucket list
My bucket list is to Make good on my Words.. To not relinguish my Dreams and passions On the alter of wishful Thinking To summon the powers Within whose gift only I can know To open the door of my Heart and to share the Gift of my l
future
your future lies before you, like a drift of fallen snow, be carefull how you tread it as every mark will show..
MY LOVE
Waiting and waiting for Love to come
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I remember sitting against a rock at the top of the mountain .....you was leaning with your back against me ....I had my arms crossed around your waist as we both stood like statues as we looked at the beautiful valley before us. The little house
A BLISSFUL THING OF ECSTASY!
I have a woman friend, actually more if we can ever get together, who is involved in Third World Country Humanitarian Work! We have never met but seem to have parallel hearts for hurting people. Rachel is taking money out of her inheritance and feeding the poor. How many people do you know who would go to a country and do it personally! Love You Rachel!
night dream
I wrote this to give comfort to a far away friend who feared the night
mr bee
Ha bee it you and me in this field of delight..... ha yo take it slow only you have flight.....ha wasp dont accost Im just passing through...... ask the bee his by the tree he's found a flower thats right......well wasp was I right Im just passing th
Could this be love
An answered prayer :-)
Ireland on my mind
A poem about rapturecapture.. Cafe
Blind Date
An oldie and a goldie.
Shadows
I wrote it 8 years ago when I was going threw a ruff patch in my life.
F_A_N_T_A_S_Y (part 1)
theCrane was a deeply profound poet whom I had the opportunity to collaborate with last year. He is still the most challenging poet I have encountered as his poetry style and vocabularies truly surpass me ;)