Letting go
Exorcism of the self
Burnt Out Old Lover
A burn't out old lover I Though I've still a spark of chemistry. I'm still able but lack the will Disillusioned and lonely still. At least my poetry isn't fake Although I may be an old rake. Many women I have known Through a heart that I've
The scared air
The breeze rushed past madly in all directions, Seeking only to evade the onslaught and constant barrage of the winged demon attacking it, Howling and Screaming as it took its beating from such a beautiful thing, Wicked carnage , wreckage and af
The Paper Trail
He left a paper trail but she never caught on For years he wrote of his emotions for her Now the years have come and gone He made the effort to say goodbye Just in the nick of time And between you and I Now the paper trail she will never fin
EVERY SKY IS A NEW SKY
Blowing through heaven and earth, and in our hearts and the heart of every living thing, is a gigantic breath—a great Cry—which we call God. Plant life wished to continue its motionless sleep next to stagnant water, but the Cry leaped up within it and violently shook its roots: “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Had the tree been able to think and judge, it would have cried, “I don’t want to. What are you urging me to do! You are demanding the impossible! But the Cry, without pity, kept shaking its roots and shouting, “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Animals appeared--worms--making themselves at home in water and mud. "We're just fine here," they said... But the terrible Cry hammered itself pitilessly into their loins. "Leave the mud, stand up, give birth to your betters!"... And lo! after thousands of eons, man emerged, trembling on his still unsolid legs... He has been fighting, again for thousands of eons, to draw himself, like a sword, out of his animalistic scabbard. He is also fighting--this is his new struggle--to draw himself out of his human scabbard. Man calls in despair, "Where can I go? I have reached the pinnacle, beyond is the abyss." And the Cry answers, "I am beyond. Stand up!" -Kazantzakis
Daughter
Dedicated to my little trooper!
The HOUSE...
grief.....
The Question.....WHY
as we experience the tail end of the bad weather that rattled Australia earlier, leaving serious damage, we may accept and cope...but sometimes wonder....WHY
GROWING LOVE..
early days when love's journey can be a roller coaster ride.....
Back In My Day
Just thinking back to when I was younger. It has been 37 years since those days and I guess each time period has its pluses and minuses. My big minus is going to work. My big minus back then was going to school.
Call Of The Ocean
The waves lap at the shore tempting me each time they wash over my toes Another step taken the sea takes me further into its grasp I have no fear deeper the water envelopes me safe like loving arms The ocean just like love has hidden
SHINE.....
Sometimes we love rain, other times sunshine, but rapid changes after flooding, means we look forward to that beautiful rainbow......
NATURE'S COST.
We have heard our recently NZ has experienced a succession of natural disasters......causing havoc for many....but it's not just NZ, as the world pays with rapid climate changes......
Good Morning My Love
Good morning my love I see you slept well I can tell By that angel look on your face Your loving man has breakfast for two Come sit down I'll pull the blinds and see if the sunlight matches you How many ways can I say I love you so Just wh
The Facts of Life
Our days quickly passing by To slow the aging process, we usually try Regardless, they go so fast Our final destination, they cast Reminding us of the memories of our past Telling us that all we have is today We must exert every possible effort
Between us
Just look around you .......
As a man thinks
High on life.. Why? Oh, I don't know Maybe I've set my Mind and heart on The alter of hope Someone said, "Are You kidding." The world has gone On the way it always Has The mountains have Never moved The rivers still run To the ocean T
The Pyre of Time
In pain I felt shame, in love I took blame, the great flame of hearts, it twists in the night. With hope I made lies, with tears I melt skies, the perils of love, they blacken the light. What is it now? Just tell me how. The restless, the
He Finally Got The Chance
He finally got the chance to tell her goodbye He tried to long ago but she shook his hand so fast Stopped him in his tracks Funny how memories can linger from the past And if it's not really over Goodbye gives him freedom to move along And ma
Broken Man
Men and their cars!!, the great compensator, I wrote this about four years ago, it still makes me smile. We used to have a funny night on here, those were the days, for those who can remember.
HEARTSTRINGS......
A fish hook may be tiny, but once it takes hold it can become a powerful tool to trap and hold......just like memories acting with heartstring........
~ The Need for Affection ~
Poem for the lonely heart!
BUDS....
Natures beauty... taken for granted....
SURREAL NATURE....
For some....a christmas card scene of snow, will never be reality.....
Hoarder Rant
Taped hoarders and watched it this morning. This poem is based on the woman and her condemned home. They had to wear breathers and hazmat suits to clean up the mess. She went to live with a relative after the show.
Driving Drunk
Ironically my nephew is spending his first full day in jail for driving while under the influence. He will get out around May 25. Happy April Fools!
Stung
Stinging stinging so stung Thinking thinking still thinking of someone Praying saying let it be over and done Imagine a heartache that won't end Imagine no goodbye and no way to mend Overwhelming to reveal so still pretend Maybe spiderm
The Path
The morning sun found me Without the touch Of your hand A wish is A wish I bow my head And smile Have I played The fool? Perhaps I was never Who I thought I was She cannot read My mind And my spirit is Alien to the land O
Gold...
I got this woman, she bleeds love, As warm as possible, This woman love's me, True as content, She's my best friend and lover, I build my life in her skin, Cross every barrier, Close each monster, Drive through all my mistakes, she
Lone Londoner...
I look at this wonder, This art, The landscape behind her blushes, Lone Londoner, She defeats my love, Trumps my harmony, Warms my blood, She beats my heart, Passion in her eyes, Collapse my brain, Love is devotion, Dedicated to
Mum..
For all the things that you do for me, For being my rock and crutch, For always caring and believing, For loving me so much, Through all the mistakes and ups and downs, You've always been by my side, For showing me how to live and love,
Stood Up (apology accepted)
We made a date - I couldn't wait to see her (And there is no love the cynics say). Well, maybe I'm just a hopeless dreamer - With nothing new to show except dismay. On my part no intention to deceive her;- That all the stars in all their glitter
loving eyes for me
He arises again! Must be that time of the year!
Waiting
This poem is about ones soulmate finding each other again , as two strangers met out of the blue and connected,..
heaven in a dot
a dear friend once told me wysiwyg
The Girl Of Never Be
I fell in love with the girl of never be No she'll never be mine I fell in love with the girl of never be And I've been wasting all my time Oh girl of never be I put you high upon a pedestal so high I can't let you go And even if I could wri
A Little Prayer
Would the Lord hear a little prayer And someday make it come true The girl on my mind and in my heart is still there Yes it's big love in a little prayer My words are not grand like a poet of fame But when he sees my heart love for her will b
SHUT DOWN....
twilight...such a special time of day.....
A Fairy Tale
I love fairy tales especially with a happy ending.
Kato Had Some Playdough
Kato had some playdough He made a pink panther And took him to his school All the kids gathered around Made a happy sound They thought pink panther playdough was cool They did a pink panther dance And when the teacher got the chance She t
I Was Only 19
I was 19 and in the prime of my young life I was lookin4 you one day to be my wife You were a Sth Efrican spunkybum And sure i was liked by your mum We worked together then moved in together We thought that we were in love I was only 19 I
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I tried your way of life, but I must have failed I heard no voice from up above Or felt the invisible hand of the righteous But I still prayed underneath the cypress I tried to your way of life, but I must have done it wrong I heard no angel si