A State of Seedless Soil
I write this poem watching my neighbor.
Dark Rainbows
An unusual event.....
INNER SUNSHINE.
We can make our own fate...
LADY IN WHITE
I bought a print of this old picture by Charles C. Curran dated 1913 this past week and it inspired me to write a poem about it.
Professor of Planting
I write this poem with envy as I watch her leave this morning.
Epona
Redemptive form: Power through narrative, Power through Nature. Epona my redeemer, Epona my sunshine, Epona my lifeline, Epona my success, Epona my Goddess. © lovecanbereal All rights reserved
Beauty of a Woman!
True Love
My First Time
* Sydney's "red light" district. ** (I'm being ironic here - not exactly the "cradle of civilization"). *** YOTS = Well-known Sydney Christian charity helping street kids **** Due to out-of-control alcohol/drug-fueled violence, pubs, nightclubs, etc are closed to new patrons at 1 am (Lockout Laws). Many say this has harmed businesses and destroyed the nightlife. ^ I've quoted a line here, from the Australian film Blue Murder
I Came From The Lonely Moon
I am the blue man I came from the lonely moon Moonlight shadows were cast as you walked along with someone new But what could I do for so long I have been true You never knew I am the blue man I came from the lonely moon Upon silver dust I
The Somme
Fire of guns Gray sky On to the fields So many die The guns of death bodies lie The smell of death lingers Shakes the bodies core Senceless slaughter Youth cut in thier prime We remeber the somme We remember them They wont be back
Sea.
I just love the sea .
Fear.
Just made up .
Entertain Me!
It seems we have a lot of stuff out there that makes a lot of money for the corporate elite. They say Trump got billions in free advertising, but how much did he make those networks like CNN? It has gotten to the point that it's all about entertainment, and the issues just don't pay the bills any more.
When I Look At You
I wrote this poem about how certain qualities in people can touch our hearts and souls in ways we never thought possible and this is about a person in my life that has sadly passed away but they showed me many beautiful things from within their own soul and heart that left a lasting and profound impression on me that has never left me
"Spot"
Here today ~ gone tomorrow!
THE GREAT SILENCE OF EARTH
hOW PEOPLE TALK AND YET SAY NOTHING...HOW IGNORANCE AND EGOTISM 'ME.ME.ME' IS ALL-PERVASIVE ON OUR PLANET...AND HOW WE ARE DOOMED TO ETERNAL SILENCE IF WE DON'T BREAK THIS HELLISH 'SOUND OF SILENCE'
greeting
to greet my self
Nothing New To Say
So bored my mind made up rhymes to get me through the day And right on cue my heart turned blue with thoughts of you And there's nothing new to say Each letter I've left at your hearts door I wonder if you read them any more And if you've rea
THE GREAT ETHEREAL CONVERSATION
A companion piece to 'the great silence of Earth'... it speaks of the 'mirror' world that the ethereal world of our dreams represents, where people talk for real, never abandon you, never are ignorant to you, and is our own personal paradise... and how, as one becomes older, the dreams become more alluring than the physical world, until, eventually, we choose not to return from the dreamscape world...
Chances Come And Go And Gone
You don't get paid for broken dreams You don't find your way alone Life is filled with many things And chances come and go and gone Some get the brass ring Some grab the bull by the horn Life is filled with many things And they start on the
THE PURSUIT OF LOVE AND FULFILLMENT
This poem is a result of my meditation on love, how ladies tak men for granted and how finally we still keep searching for love.
The Chase
Like an arrow from a bow, our spirits split the skies above.. Dare we look back? Freed from the superficial and the mundane, We do not. Are you with me my love? Yes...you are. I taste your kiss on my tongue. The Moon dances on the pud
Trapped In My World - A Collaboration With Denise
A Lady comes into the light after many years in a dakened cocoon.
BIRDS FLY THE SKY
my experince, at the lowest part of my life!
Her Name is Woman!
Lucky is the woman & lucky is the man!
Tomorrow!
The mystery of life?
gravity
Gravity pulls From outer space Expands are universe Gravity waves Hidden from view faster faster are universe expands To the far edges of unknown space To the black hole are gravaity pulled Gateway to hidden space
Lets Dance!
Those were the days my friend when I could Dance! The end of Wine & Roses starts to end with the use of a cane ~
Blue Sky, White Clouds
We are part of Nature and Nature is part of us
Food for Lovers
Love's food tonight? - the substance of your caress; - If substance abuse, - then guilty - I confess! Not much that I can say - so please take heed - Your female essence - is the substance of my need. I sometimes kiss when to a kiss responded
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Jet and jade her eyes displayed like sea in shade to which a soul could wade or be sold in trade if the moon was weighed but we were only strangers in the masquerade
Another Shooting
I could go on for a long time on this topic. We had a shooting at a plant in Columbus, Indiana on March 10. An employee shot his boss and then himself. We even had the top safety guy come out and tell us how to protect ourselves if there is an active shooter. Run, hide, and as last resort defend yourself.
<<<< SHE IS BEAUTIFUL.>>>>
In ones search for the elusive love ... many thoughts remain of someone special....
THE ONE THAT NEVER COMES
I WROTE THIS POETRY THIS MORNING BASE ON MY EMOTIONS!
DAWN IN THE GLEN
Just felt fanciful!
FELT IT ALL
I wrote this during my dark time, when i lost hope in people
Night is meant for Love ~
Dedicated to all the girls on C/Singles
Rain
Rain can't steal Anything from anyone As it doesn't know To come silent!
Concrete Meadows
I wrote this for my niece
A New Dawn
She calls… A silent whisper of cloud Drifting across the lake… Toward the brilliant trees She calls… A screaming silence Heard by the birds and flowers And the consciousness of slumbers She calls… And we all inner hear The gossamer of h
Sunday
The clock rings again The dawn calls and then I hear the bells ring I hear the birds sing Sunday still begins… Praise God for His blessings And also for all His testing Before you were born Before the daily storm Sunday still begins… Wa
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