Please nice lady
I could not help myself. After receiving about the tenth email today I had to let my humour run loose. One was from a woman from 'England' claiming to have a Phd, yet her english skills were abysmal.
Letter to Happygolucky4u
I'm sorry Happygolucky4u that this ended up here but I passed it on to you as quickly as possible.
i'm ok with You..
This restaurant could stand some better paintings And the waiter needs a shave And the doorman could be a lil' more alert And not stand there in a daze The cook must have fallen asleep Judging by my clock We've had time to drink ten
The Trumpet Angel
Remake of an earlier poem...
Love Note
A Monday poem..lol
Flame of Kindness (s/c)
REPOSTING for author christian
People Pottery (s/c)
sharing religious thoughts (reposting for s/c)
The world's last system.
i don't agree with every system. however i believe that different systems give the world its checks and balance. also the only perfect system is a divine one.
NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH
The pounding of the gavel can be heard Throughout the land, or so it is said Nothing but truth here shall be spoke By no word or action to be misled Wolf next to lamb he quietly stood No twitch of lip or blink of eye Twas nothing there to giv
LOST IN MY EMOTIONS
Lonely nights when I sit and stare, a blank wall and there is nothing there. Over and over I pray and hope, will tonight be the night, but still I stare. Silently time marches on, a faint crack of dawn, nig
Tricky time
Thinking that it is much wiser to act on one's own advice, which is true for the women as well.
Forever live
It is simply that God made us With love and intention Hespeaks quietly Waiting for us to Put our distractions aside He reminds us that what. Is good Is literally forever Alive in him.
Kneading and Stirring
Nothing to do, nowhere to go Summer has passed, soon it will snow The honey has settled to an amber glory In the kitchen I'll prepare a story for the senses: the smells, the taste the feel on the tongue You'll be drawn to the scents I'm certai
More
these words in my head they swirl and create mist like water down a flushed bowl my head's fulla sh#! seeking, seeking a convo that's real can't get it at home, can't get it in here frustrates the soul to be fearless alone halfass answers to
mariamarcela
i wrote it quickly for girl who asked me why her poems scared me . I think the poems people write sometimes tell you a lot about ther personality
Where are you ?
Just a big shout out to all .......past and present........I can't name everyone for there have been so many ....... But I have not forgotten ...........
Andheri raatein
Nothing to say.. I m not a poet or author. But yeah when I miss my gf a lot I try to write something.. and that's what I write.... I hope u will like it..
STOP YOUR LUNACY
To reiterate... Truth is always truth! Tweaked 3/31/22 Copyright(07)...
Halloween Traditions
I have a lot of fun celebrating Halloween.
Regrets and Gratitude
Went on a poetry- writing hiatus for over 2 years so feeling like a stranger to both poetry writing and the poets in the corner now. I hope there are still poets here of my days...it would be nice to hear from you all again. Our furry friend was put down this weekend due to his failing health. I didn't think his passing away will move me as much as it did. Nothing much has stirred me in the past three years that's enough to help me find the courage to try writing again.
you are my girl
this is for the girl of my dreams
A few good women (tribute to SCatlyn)
Tribute to a most extraordinary woman 'Scatlyn.' Cat you have always been kindhearted, thoughtful, and considerate. I wish you all the best and may your wildest dreams come true.. Cafe Jim
AUTUMN
Dedicated to those on the other side of the globe who are looking forward to autumn.
The Last One
Maybe she's thinking the last one was the last one It could be it should be Over and done How can I end this I didn't pretend this How can a guy be so stubborn for one kiss Maybe she and I could rehearse one And the first one Would be the
Rag dolls of Cafe castle
The old wizard Manglelegion made his way up the spiral stone stairs with torch in hand. Only he knew the secret of the three maidens from the village of Emerald valley. The war with the Java tribe had dragged on for two years and had it not been
Cafe challenge (who would she be)?
All in good fun................right? Lol
Fear Not
faith........
Oh Lonely
Oh lonely you have hurt me way too many years Oh lonely why do you hate me I wish you would just disappear It seems my prayin' never gets through Cause every night and day Lonely I'm still stuck with you I watch tv them my eyes get tired a
I Dreamed I Was Dying Last Night
People do see dreams, sometimes spooky ones, poets are no exception. Just a little translation from Georgian poet for your pleasure, my dears!
Listen To What You Have To Say
I want to walk beside you through the meadow On a lovely spring day I want to spend some time with you And listen to what you have to say Lean a little closer to me As we watch flowers budding from the ground Being in the kindness of the mome
The Beginning
The title much says it all. The beginning.
Haiku tales on the river bank
i saw i wrote
My love is for real
Just thought of it right now. Thanks all for your reads and comments
The last tear..
Well..I tried to capture a sentiment...
GHOST
A sad fact is that the homeless and destitute in our society might as well be ghosts. They are mostly ignored and overlooked as if they did not exist.
Monkey See...Monkey Want
I saw a monkey go down a drain grab a box of cupcakes, go to the roof to open each one and eat them.
Islander Eyes........
A proud Thursday Islander ..........sharing his life while I was waiting for my washing .........His grandson a current Australian rugby league player ........
No More..........
For my old mate " Buck " a beautiful big boof headed red English Staffy ..........
All of Our Lives are Planned
Walking down my road one day I see a little tree, It seems so lost and alone, it reminds me of… me, Not really having a place in this world, not knowing what to do, But sure to grow up big and strong, this I know is true, Feeling small and in the
Regarding true indentity
I wrote this at a deep time in my life. Having following the bumpy road and falling down and was able to get back up brush myself off and keep moving.
I live in a Trashcan..
I live in a trashcan on a cold alley street Amongst all the garbage with sores on my feet Oh, You've walked by, mabey a time or two Handed me a dollar So kind of you Today, you spoke, and we talked awhile You asked, 'Do I know
Cardboard Nation and sleeping bag homes
A homeless person was urinated on in Dublin two weeks ago it got four line in one our news papers. I just thought this was an act of vile from human to another