Revelation
About lucid dreaming and uncovered communication breakdowns revealed while sleeping.
NATURE'S MIRACLE.
shadows...erazed by dawn
The Wishing Tree
Change, remorse, strength, hope
Scent of love
Scent of love
Too Blue To Cry
listed this poem as sadness but there needs to be a choice that says the blues you can sing out the blues sadness is related to depression I'm not depress just have the blues
Jaded By loves promise
Self Explanitory
Love Is
This is a poem by the author Rocky Rochford. He has published a number of poems over the years, but this is my favourite one. It appears in his novel, A Work in Progress (The Life of a Disgraced Author.) By no means is Rochford famous, but he's an author I've had the privilege of knowing. Writes characters like you wouldn't believe and this poem just catches the essence of the book and its protagonist perfectly.
BELONGING.....
As we age, we seem to have feet in two homelands.....and anyone who has relocated, understands the difficulties.......as well as obvious benefits......
Warming Up
Inspired by the flames...:-) I decided to omit punctuation this time, as I noticed that so doing sometimes makes the boundaries between one sentence and the next seem ambiguous, as though the sentences are lapping at each other, like flames. Although, the fact that I have to explain that probably means it's a bit of a nonsense idea!
The child...........
The beauty of innocence.............
Eternity's poem
There will come a time when Life will kiss the silver apple When the sun that rises in the East and settles in the west Shall kneel to the true son of Light When wrinkled hands and calloused Knees shall walk on streets of gold When imaginati
Grafitti in bathrooms
I have never written on a bathroom stall, but I've seen quite a few at work and at different locations where I live. Some at a local bowling alley have been there for over 25 years!
I guess...
Seems i cant post my stories here... only get 4000 characters to work with... so here is a little dity i wrote a while back. enjoy Thanks, Rev@32
The Question
Draw your own conclusions; for me to explain the poem destroys its existence.
Renascence
The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire. Ferdinand Foch
Shipwrecked
Illustrative of my penchant for sonnets.
You
Reflecting on the reality of on going relationships with ex spouses.
This is Balu's story
This is Balu's story A poem for Balu The prognosis of a home for me is not very good Just one of many abandoned in my neighbourhood I'm not the prettiest and my coat don't shine But I long for somebody just to be mine. Out in the rain, the cold
CAPE OF TWO OCEANS....
at the very northern tip of New Zealand.....
Special Moments ...edited
pulling from the past.......to assist the future
where are my wings
I have PTSD and was trying to express my recovery. I dont know if it will make sense to you but it makes complete to me
I know that such parting
I know that such parting: Alarm at heart and emptiness. Both again pain, and again expectation Call or post leaf... I know what is recalls: The thrown photo for a long t
Time With A Friend
I had this crazy friend in my life for about 35 years now. I've had a lot of fun with him, I just wish he would get his act together, but still I appreciate what time I can see him, for the very little it has been for the last 28 years.
Front Door (Rev@32)
Wrote this back when myspace was hot. It was a semi-dedication to an ex and drew from the same inspiration. was not my intention to win her back or sway favor to rekindle what we lost... yet a reminder of a good time. Rev@32
The prayer
True story.. This man spoke in such a quiet voice that you would have to be standing right next to him to hear what he was saying. His humility was so deep that it was almost other worldly. I'll never get over that voice til my last breath.
What Jesus really meant
The greatest message of hope of all time.
Eyes wide shut.
Take a wild guess?
Lonely Always Gets Left There
Lord I don't have talent and I don't have money I don't have connections to get me somewhere I don't have a girl to call me honey I don't have a wife to come home to The songs I write are all just lonely And lonely always gets left there I
This and that
It's about how people always sucking on your happiness or trying to take what's yours pretty self-explanatory
no Title
dreams without borders souls are made in flame kiss me under water now I just miss the way you said my name souls without borders dreams are made of water hold me in the fire and let me say your name
My Own Sunrise
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? E. M. Forster Open group @ Poetry Corners on FB
Trumpet In The Sky
Saw a trumpet in the sky this morning Some would say it was only a cloud But I saw a trumpet in the sky this morning Someday it will be sounding loud How are you this morning this morning I hope you're feeling fine Saw a trumpet in the sky t
SOUL OF NATURE.
Hints of sunset every night
The Old man and the Boy
though we know we may be hurt in love or life yet we walk on toward the very thing that may hurt us so
What is old?
I wrote this a few years ago
Predaceous Eyes
Something to share about primitive feelings
HEALING TIME. (edited)
Thankfully TIME can heal....and we let go.....if we want too......
Snow Is Falling
Snow is falling again ..looks great ..but i cannot wait for the warmth of Spring and Summer :)
Remind me God
A POEM I WROTE YEARS AGO
Can you love a imperfect woman?
A POEM I WROTE YEARS AGO
We are made by His design
a poem I wrote years ago
Message from Santa
a Christmas poem I wrote years ago