a lesson
given to me by elders who feel they must leave something just a little different to have lived for something a fragment of a leaf on which is written my name sold by those who felt the same who knew not how to ask where sorrow comes from why
MOVING ON
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just for fun...
Blame it on The Moon..
Through a half open window a warm summer breeze breathed a honeysuckle fragrance throughout that ol' farmhouse.. A gentle breeze teased the curtains into a playful sway.. Only the moon knows the night, and her secrets lay with the sh
Gold Digger!
uh..I'm gonna go with gold digger? lol
Charge to the Goddess
I wrote this to give homage to the great Goddess for she does come in many different ways within our lives.
Regarding True Identity.
I wrote this because I wanted to express my inner self and my thoughts and emotions at the time. Who am I, why I am, and when I am comes to mind with the poem. Enjoy
Pandora's box
I wrote this as to express my inner feelings what was going on at that time. If you can understand what Pandora's box is or know about who she is in history. Then you can understand why I wrote this poem back in the day. Thank you for viewing.
In separation there is a high value
In separation there is a high value: As love though day one though a century, Lyubov is a dream, and a dream - one moment, And early, late awakening, And the person has to wake up at last...https://photos.connectingsingles.com/blogs/21/blog4
When time comes
In hours when happens So heavy on a breast, And heart pines, And darkness only ahead; Flat-out and without movement, We are so depressed, That even consolations Friends to us we aren't funnyhttps://photos.connectingsingles.com/blogs/21/
Raging sea
Both revolts, and bubbles, Whips, whistles, and roars, And will reach stars wants, And up to the firm heights... Hell it, or infernal force? Under a storming wave He has ruined a seabed Also I have put everything upside down.https://photo
So there is a wish to survive
So there is a wish to survive, To live among streams rain, Among shadows, and among solar spots, Among trees whose whisper is muffled. So there is a wish to remain live, To hear a voice only yours And it is easy to respond to him And to
Grizzly Adams
Grizzly Adams was one of my favorite shows from the 70's. I just got it on DVD last night.
Good night
Ah, the door wasn't locked by me, I didn't light candles, You don't know how, tired, I didn't decide to lay down. To watch how strips die away In a sunset gloom of the wood, Getting drunk a voice sound, Similar to yours. And know that eve
Crazy Joe
For Granddad
Burger King
I am pretty happy about a Burger King coming to our town of about 11,000. The last part is from Family Guy.
Don't Call Me Names!
I was watching the Breakfast Club and how the criminal was saying mean things to the other students in detention. At the end they were all buds.
The New Girl
Who is the new girl Where can she be Who is the new girl That will take away her memory I'll keep watching For her to come along As the story of Frankie and Johnny Is just a fading song Who is the new girl Where can she be I'll kee
frigate
I so love a bewitching decline … Especially when a decline at the sea … As in the distance the flaring frigate … He burns with sails on a trick …
Case Of Adieu
In the case of the two cases which are one And the guy who stumbled into a karaoke room Just one look and he was blind and it took a long time For him to see And so now a very late apology Closing this case to be the last time He writes of
To virtual friends:
To virtual friends:
older
creeping headache her cigarette her virtue blaze in your direction and further an eyebrow states it's much too late to reconcile hopes and habits gone like the smiling one went out to dream in a field but was lost among gravestones given
SHIRLEY MY LOVE
the love that passed me by for I didn't know she loved me until she started to cry! I just found out that my beautiful childhood sweetheart has passed away!
figment of imaginings
just a thought thanks all for your reads and comments.
The hope
Ye poem un logo ko, jinhone aage badhna band kar diya hai. Aur khud ko niche mehsoos karte hain. Unhe aasha aur hausle ki nayi roshni me laati hai..
After rain
Air is fresh and cool After douche. Grass is mild and green After bath. Leaves are shiny and glued After grasp. Sky is revived and azure After gloss. Heart is rosy and lured After toss. Everything is bright and true A
brothers
brothers though I have few of you I will tell you something if you are young you may be drawn unable and unwilling to her but you can live without ever having known her but once you find one that shows you her heart you can no longer be wh
To those who venture
Those who know the most venture the least.
Jeeves
Jeeves of course was the butler.
Yes, I love you
For all the Charlottesville's in the world.
romance
is this a place for romance or a place to talk a place to heal a place to complain oh, I'm tired of writing poems today just wondering how many are looking or if they have someone or don't want anyone just curious trying to get a feel f
An Easy Apology
The easiest apologies are not hard to make I know my inequities I'm flawed for God's sake I know I was wrong I ask your forgiveness Do you need a song A sworn-in eye witness? I'll sing it, I'll find them Just give me a minute This pill ain'
real
I remember you I think from somewhere where beach and wood meet it rained and rushed our day it was one of the only times you ever laughed carelessness before it was externalized you showed me a jar its glass shone on your only peace that ni
Afraid
It's been a long time What should I do?
confined
I wonder if she feels a twinge of pain when I think of her sometimes she is a heartless thief though somehow a soul in all its beauty for she only robbed what she gave knowing that her eyes will never have that same look for me her heart's vu
turn away
before times changed each gift was given by those who thought possible such things as now fly away to be shunned placed beyond reach delicate gloved hands parry the cold out from the waves on past blowing winds people that once were saved
Unfaithful
He tries to kiss away her tears That flow like rivulets of melted lead To her pillow. Inconsolable the salty flood Courses wetly down the Anguished aspect of her face - As she cries out her sorrow. For he has been unfaithful (She knows
the resigner
clouds go by the eyes that used to stare restlessly as their sun comes so goes their rain jaded memories like rainbows once again the thing thought unreal lies wasted as false prophetic words maybe passive aimless wandering through life's e
comments
There was once a blogger whose blogs were rich In their potential for opinion generation they were ahead of their time and the blogging itself was of unparalleled artistry Such discussion flowed from each and every observation made by this maste
The Quest
A long, long time ago, it was in the days of old When women were dainty and knights were bold Lived a fire breathing demon, or so the legend is told Round this demon roamed and villages burned to the ground In desperation the call went forth an
THINGS PAST
It's about things past that cannot be recalled, as the saying goes... but there are memories - you can't just wave them off!
two
two is the number of days until I can post two can be so many to hold breath two is too many sometimes two will go away eventually