To My Dearest Juliet,
It comes from my heart & soul for the true love I am looking for and says everything I would ever want her to know until the day we meet.
Struggling With Truth
Many creative thoughts arise and some are often lost as I struggle against turbulent streams of lies, my tender mind send shoots still lacking of faith my own power challenging truth and beauty with poem and grace. I long for that quiet
Understand do you
The problem with photos is the same problem with ones mind they can be very good at lying
Trust In The Unseen
My first attempt at a spiritual poem. I think it speaks for itself.
My Nights
My feelings on lonely nights...
MISERY
People who know! 9/25/17 TW 1/23/18
Mailman's Raingear
A soft gentle rain fell so had to keep my rain gear on. It looks so damn funny; the silly riding cape, the Harley biker chain, those little rubbers on my shoes, and the hat, oh my the hat. All so regulation all so 1950’s just climbed down off
I Find Myself Doing It Again
She keeps me writing songs I find myself doing it again With the beating of a tender heart Writing of a love with no end She keeps me praying silently For dreams that may never be What's the meaning of all this poetry I find myself doing it
In the name of
I have changed the title as I felt it did not suit the poem and also the last 3 lines,, it fits much better now!
Alauna-Alaunos
Footnote THE FARMER'S FOLLY One of the most imposing reminders of the Percy family in Alnwick is an eighty three feet high Percy Tenantry Column which is known locally as the Farmers Folly. The column designed by the Newcastle architect David Stephenson was constructed in 1816 and lies close to the southern end of the street called Bondgate-Without. It is one of the first sights to greet the visitor to Alnwick from the south. Legend is that the second Duke of Northumberland (a Percy) lowered the rents of his agricultural tenants by twenty-five per cent to help them through the period of agricultural depression which followed the Napoleonic Wars. It is said that the tenants were so grateful to the Duke that they erected the great column in his honour - topped of course by a stone statue of the famous Percy Lion which had been the emblem of the Percy family for centuries. But the story is that the Duke, far from showing gratitude for the monument to his honour was more interested in the fact that his tenants had been able to raise the money for the monument. His reaction was to raise their rents once again - the story is however only a legend.
Jamie Allan
Footnote Jamie Allan - famed piper, gypsy, serial army enlister and deserter, horse thief, and jailbird. (Jamie Allan was a Northumbrian piper, a border gypsy, born 1734 in Rothbury and who died in the Durham Lock Up in 1810 where he was serving a life sentence for stealing a horse from Gateshead seven years earlier. During his lifetime he became a legendary rogue, but one of immense talent as a musician, often patronised by the aristocracy who, however, became wary of him when his wayward behavior began to match their own. As he grew older his attraction to them diminished and his struggle to survive intensified along with the other gypsies who were regarded as rogues and scum and treated as such. He retained a few loyal supporters, mostly on the North side of the Tyne, who tried to get him released, but they failed and he died confined miserable in Durham. For some he represents the spirit of the borders and he retains the affection and admiration of most musicians carrying on the tradition. This song is written as a celebration and salute to Jamie Allan, warts an’ all.)
secrets
A secret is only as good as The paper it's written on After being burned Flakes of gray float into the sky Memories
A Lucid Dream
I can't wake up! These succubi They haunt me- Another broken love - Or a forgotten dream? Trapped in this Kaleidoscopic maze Old movie vision Flickers in my head From the cinema Of my life Exited and restless Under the sheets I jol
Searching for Love
The poem depicts a person walking down a beach filled with uncertainty searching for any clues about the direction and discovery of love.
The Plain Truth
Personifying truth
chaos and beauty
she was chaos and beauty intertwined.A tornando of roses from divine.
Untamed Wisdom
Spring arrivals of waves and waves of returning songbirds across the northern New England countryside.
A Smile Brought To Mind
A little poem about remembrance for all we are and say….I am often inspired by simple country life here in the New England countryside and sharing a little of that sentiment here.
The Welcomed Migrant
Nature's only border is survival.
Waiting For You
Missing the feeling of love
Embers
Metaphors for love
Oath
Ok!
Taken
Umm!...
Sunsets
Ooooh! Pretty!
Stars
Yep!... I like stars!
I Wear Your Smile..
I wear your smile when my face is a frown I wear your smile when my spirits are down I wear your smile when my heart is in pain I wear your smile til' I wear mine again~
Still Waiting For You (Revised)
All the promises never keep me from searching.
A Harvest Moonrise
The sights and sounds of late summer.....
dread
oh you of shiftless dysmorphic eyes gazing as though through the wise I wonder how your body flies when she is to you unseen there is no use to he who tries the unmajestic, unclean queen although your spirit may soar to long ago dismembered
Soul cripple
What has stopped loving - not a miracle. That became the enemy - that wildly. I have smiled crookedly. Soul has couldn't stop shout. Pitchfork has pierced in heart. I didn'
Advice from a Tree
Dear Friend, Stand Tall and Proud Sink your roots deeply into the Earth Reflect the light of a greater source Think long term Go out on a limb Remember your place among all living beings Embrace with joy the changing seasons For each yield
Sleepless nights.
Sleepless nights are your worst enemy. Healing is a process. Everything takes time.
HIS
meeting an angel who taught me lots of new things. driven to the new me then disappear at sudden. this is life
Keep it simple.
Keep it simple. © D Heckels No I won’t write you poetry nor spin you any spiel I will just say it how it is to tell you how I feel I cant dream mystical thoughts and clever words that rhyme in fear of iambic pentameter going sadly out of
its gonna get you
never chase after it dont even look for it it'll come and get you time gonna prove its true to the day its comes let your mind fly you there tongue might lies but heart wont let yourself swept away along the waves bring u right to the outes
William Blake
I like him very mutch.
WiFi
Imagine if you could transport a band from 1967 SF to the present day...what would they make of this internet age?..well, here's a fair go at what kind of song lyric they might write...
Carry Me Home
Carry me home Like a leaf in a breeze on an autumn morn Like the sound of laughter from our youth The familiar smell of rhubarb pie On a cold and clammy eve in July Carry me home To where we would sit and chat About everything and anything
The Wounded Narcissist
A slight reworking of the Icarus myth.
SILENT VOICES
I wrote this poem when poetry was in my blood, in 2013. I have been re-reading my poetry hoping it would spark my visions off again. Sadly it did not, but this poem speaks volumes as nothing has indeed changed.
Imagine if...
I Imagine if we lived in peace...I dream for love,for everyone to love imagine that ? How beautiful would that be if we all got on ?