THIS HURT WON'T HEAL
LOVE HURTS... SOME Too Much! Added verse 8/3/17 tweaked 2/15/18
Lovley Lights
Ants are so cool.
POETRY
Poetry...Let it go Let it flow.
You and I ... Together We Try ...
Not only to hold hands while we're strolling, but to take the other into our arms when life's been tough with its going ... To be each other's pillar of strength, do what's humanly possible to limit's length ... To share all o
Our House
I wrote this poem shortly after my wife of 16 years passed away.
Karen Beauregard
After my ex I hope this person is where my heart was going. (I don't know what my style is considered, plz leave a comment so I know.)
WINGS OF THE UNIVERSE.
special secret messages, carried by a night sky.....
Matisse at my Table
colour my life
Homecoming (In memory of my dad)
In loving memory of my father Kendrick Sharpe. Missionary, pastor of Antioch Missionary Baptist church. Who passed on the 11th day of June 2017, one day shy of his 53rd wedding anniversary. Love and miss u dad. Proud to be your son!
Tanya (Party like its 1999)
* Newtown - an inner city suburb of Sydney. ** Goon - a cheap wine (white, or in this case red) packed in a water-tight bladder, in a cardboard box (cask) of sizes of 2 liters, and 4 liters. Incidentally, it is actually an Aussie invention! *** Goon bag - Aussie slang for when the bladder of wine is pulled out of its cardboard cask, and then carried in a lady's handbag. (This is a popular way of smuggling alcohol into nightclubs, so as not to have to buy overpriced and expensive drinks). **** Dogging - an English (UK) slang expression, meaning to have sex in public places.
SCARLET THE NIGHT.
Majestic colours .......mirror of fury light a sky at twilight
To the women here
Yes, I hope to find the one
Wishing on a Star
Lost without love
Life keeps turning
The Big 50
The Best Place
A stroll on the beach beneath a starry sky Listening to the breakers as we go by A walk in the country through forest of green Cascading waterfalls and streams to be seen Visiting churches with domes and with spires With their ornate window
to build is human (to refurbish.. divine)
I spent monday just walking through town searching for solace but none could be found the wind whistled arias clarity true I dreamt of a vessel.. she turned into you my eyes coarse from labours blinking through mists a tangle of confl
Weird Love Poems 1. by Tom Reca
I'm watching the sunset, but you are not here. The weather is cold, just like my beer. I was waiting your answer, will it be today, but your profile said; last online on May. I heard the door bell, I thought I´m so blesses, but then I realis
Autumn challenge.......5senses
Just thought I would have a go ..........
SUNNY and CHILLY SMILES
even on a bleak cold winters day, sparkling sunshine....can lift spirits....just like a smile
Fire
This is about unrest
even evensong ( reminds me of her)
you never walked.. twas more the curve of the earth found a mooring in the shape of your foot you never painted.. twas more you found the depth of unwitting testimony and magic bled through the canvas you never sang.. twas more
A Letter Of Closure
Well I've said I'm sorry enough till I'm blue Only trouble is I've never said it to you I'm writing a letter of closure No girl has ever given that to me You don't have to be so kind I know But what If I said please This time I won't let m
SAVE ME
Hope Lives!
ravenous
"The Raven" is a diner that lapps the sea foreshore it haunts my tangled memory as it knocks upon my door apple tart and finest cheesecake when I can't eat no more but alas! quoth the raven: order more! after working in the oceans
The Incorrupted Truth by Fernicia Shuffler-Francis
God had a plan for us all, do you believe it was this? Did he want us to treat each other with divide? Meditate for a moment, are you really who God wants you to be?
DOES A GOD EXIST IV
What is is...What will be will be... This is what I think and don't need any to agree. Tweaked on 7/16/17 (4 now)
Keys
Clipped wings and hobbled ankles His idea of love Blinders and in a box His idea of love Why did I give him the keys? A jogger jogs to clear the head I have heard that said A dancer dances and the artist paints For the glory of the audienc
My dearest
My dearest love When I'm in your arms My hearts at home When I look into your eyes My heart melts When were hand and hand It's only you and me You're a man who can bring me to my knees I haven't felt a love like yours I feel so safe
Countdown To Lovin' You
One two I think about you Three four think about you some more Five six haven't got over you yet Seven eight they say it's too late Nine ten miss you again I'm on a countdown to lovin' you Ten nine you'll always be mine Eight seven maybe
the summer job (in paradise)
twas a time of fresh worn innocence eighteen years of age and the writ of my experience fell short upon the page ragged as a student who had never eaten warm come in she said and welcome to the ladies dorm hardly out of smallburg green as
Completions of Sayings feel free to contribute your own in the comments. I'd like to see others too
Literally at least a 1000 sayings are in several journals in the house. Intend to reflect at certain moments of my life. Predominately spoke "words" in any language don't reach into ourselves intrinsically enough to be used alone just in conversation. These days this is when I need to create art or write creatively, short stories, animations, short film scripts and a challenge put myself in was contacting a playwright on a 2 person stage play. Pitched a script concept, now we are logistically moving through a narrative thread of how to present on stage. I don't work in the arts anymore I'm too busy with my newly formed company needing me behind the wheel so to accelerate the opportunities in corporate australia, minimising the Pain point that we could statistically be joining the majority of people who enter business and fail in the first 3 years.
gravitational pull
the boat is idle I'm drinking some tea I look to the shoreline thoughts come to me experimental daydreams as oft I'm inclined so loved by the genius we walk behind Einstein, I think imagined a man struck by twin lightnings as only
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~ cafetwo2010
WINTER SHROUD
Auckland is of course the City of Sails...where many own some form of sailing boat in their lifetime.....but drape the scene in foggy mist, and eerie takes control......
Some day..
A poem I wrote a few years ago.. Don't know who it's meant for just yet.. Some day I will give it to someone that fits the description..
Part of life.......
Choices made we must endure; our lives will change, yes that is for sure. Although we feel that all is good, we must look back at where we stood. Decisions made that were not so kind, give trouble now within our mind. We dream of happy and content; yet face each day with much decent. The woes of life we could not see; so seek forgiveness, let it be! We fill our hearts with all that is true; try not to think what has made us blue. We must reflect on good and bad; for this is what we all have had. Console ourselves as each day fades; and live with all our choices made! Life!!!
To Lay at Jesus Feet by Fernicia Shuffler - Francis
Longing to see my Lord and Savior where I will be safe and joy alone can fill my heart
A Road to where .........
Had to fix some plant up on the range west of where we live and work .......... Driving through Crediton State forest and onto Eungella Dam
A SLICE OF WINTER
........winter has its spcial place......making the other seasons possible
In Melancholy Mind
In melancholy mind leave the world behind And when you return what you learn what you find Is a soap opera life hasn't changed still the same The people that you meet haven't missed a beat Only the clock on the wall has kept up with spring or f
let the yeats be kind
this cabin be the same as real though the texture has a different feel her fingerprints upon the door scuffed heel scar upon the floor in walked she as moonlit shone her ghost a'rest upon my own the lake her eye oft frozen
The Search
I don't come on here very often now but I noticed that one of your poets..."looking2share" put up a controversial poem about the nature religion and God. It received many comments...most unfavourable. He stirred up a hornet's nest because he dared question what for some people is the answer to their lives. When you question established religious belief...it's a brave call. I know that most of us cannot accept a nothingness concept of death. We're more important than that. Anyway I just put down my thoughts. I do believe that we are part of a bigger picture but still think we are in the process of finding out what that is. I would hope this poem will generate some "positive" thoughts and discussion.