THE BLUE SHIELD
Today is Thank a Policeman Day. Please also say a prayer for their safety from those who have been taking their anger out on innocent policemen. After all - they have lives and families too.
INFERNAL COMBUSTION
Four seasons in one day, a song no longer, but a prediction Four seasons in one day, will because of our hydro-carbon addiction.
A love riddle
The time and life of a bishop Lay wasted and defeated in the land of Egypt She lost her mind and her mission To a petty little thief from Zion Across the sea in a far distance Vexed by a confused seer at this vision How can this event come to
Chant for Lover's Return
Oh for a candle I could light to draw you close... Oh for a puppet made like you, with your own lovely body sewn again of cloth, with your own pale unseeing eyes, with your manhood sweetly curving, remade in wax or clay.... Oh for an herb
Man in the Moon (Full of Thanks)
A face A soul You blink You light Steady the helm Embrace To harbored night
NEVER LOOK BACK
This Poem is dedicated to Cara and Shane, two friends of mine who have both walked along some very rocky roads on their own and have now found in each other a partner with whom they can share the Journey with
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The Russian poetess’ words speak for themselves: poetry is undying, unfading, ever-living – immortal.
Vokzal
Vokzal is a railway station in Russian. Performed by Russian singer and actress Yekaterina Guseva. The music is all important here. I translated lyrics in case you get interested in what Yekaterina is singing about. It's all about parting - the same old sad story. I am sure all of us know well the bitterness of it. No bitter partings and good luck in love, dear poets!
Dragondance saga II - Avenger
Dragondance II Assassins sent to end my race My last sight was a hand with a mace And a thousand nights I laid in space But no one knows or seen my face The dragons were gone from our place My village all gone without a trace Death and
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somewhere she sleeps softly sipping shadows silently seeking sleek supple satyrs somewhere sometimes still sailing shining Saturn's starry shores singing sorrows soothing song
Too Much!
The downside of experience is a certain amount of collateral damage,.... back to the lovey-dovey stuff shortly
The rain is falling...
It is still raining ...my mind is sleepy so a whacky ,tacky poem I present you all...dogmy raining catday ... Smile I know are reading and laughing !!! Ancient Bullman
consumed by noise
The sound of iron on Rolling tracks We travel to detinations end into are world we sit Are ears consumed Noise bellows all around the clatter of sound voices heard laughter screams consumes ones ears Oh to sit and drewl To hear silence
THE FUTURE
I DISCOVERED THESE HERBALS IN 2006!I HAD A 62 YEAR OLD FRIEND TAKE THEM AND NOW HE"S 72 AND HIS GIRLFRIEND IS 23! A POLICE OFFICER SWORE THAT HE WAS NO MORE THAN 32 TOPS!
I will always find you
I will always find you when you need me to I will always love you, even thou we are apart I will always find you when you are lonely. I Will Always love you when you need me to i will Keeping my arms wide open, when you figure th
days with out
the tear that was shed was not the tear that fell but a glistening slip of tongue held out to dry upon an empty berth of grey knotted to prickly pear a bone white desert sky
Naive
Heart rending emotion unfurled.
Tribute to Cheyenne
Written 8-17-11 for Rafter DS Ranch in Fossil, OR who raise Foundation Appaloosa horses. In memory of their 1st Appaloosa, and the foundation stallion of their herd, RIP Ulrich Cheyenne 5-1-1987-8-5-11
greeting
to greet my self
Siren (sonnet)
sweet as the song that the Siren sings a voice above the waves cast from world under as the grace of her voice so casually flings building notes with tempest and harmony in thunder where many a man been lured looking into briny wave with s
MARCO POLO
My brother's tuxedo cat - Marco - passed away this morning. Very sad day. He named him Marco after Marco Polo the explorer.
Life can be cruel
I live to see what I can be, as long as I believe in me The world can be harsh, and can be cruel at times But keep your head up, and smile once in a while So you may be stressed, and upset and annoyed And you end up lashing out, at one's
weight of the world
like Atlas in dark shadow there is a Titan in every soul a thing of horrible effort and terrible scars
Shadows Of Time......
A tick-tock a magic clock, the hands connected to minds that divide days ,with a consistency that always was an always will be, a driving vision that sets forth the birth of new life ,the seas will fall an stars will rises again, water will flow like
THE PERFECT FAMILY
i actually did write this poem realizing that having the right family is absolutely the greatest achievement a man can get, basically i wrote this poem on my little nephew's birthday.
Black Angel
Originally written for a contest about angels
Beware, Beware
Everywhere I go I am reminded as to what is coming up
Presence Of War ......
as the blood flows with fire against fire, Cry's of retribution fill the air ready or not pain will be shared, Cold steal put through the hearts of men. officers an Generals shall be put to bed .Carried on by a Dispirited hunger of total destruction
storys from the past
There was this girl,27 years ago,cant remember her name,always thought of her as the ice princess because she had those eyes. The ones that are not quit grey and not quit blue,almost colorless,just and edge of shade around the iris.She was one of the
Keyboard warrior
Keyboard warrior Sitting home Keyboard warrior With your army of troll's Tap tap tap you go Your vile spills out uncontrolled Your vile spills without a soul Keyboard warrior you hide away Your troll's help you have your
POP- UP-WATER-FEATURE
those lowlands, that fill in heavy rain.....attracting bird-life....
On This Day
With trembling hands he opened up The package before him lay Would there be what he longed for most He could but only pray Blue ribbon gently placed aside To be
no title
soul of the wind and love to send wings of the eye and souls to friend seasons of her name and hearts will mend after was all,we are home in the end
To my angel
Sleepwalking through life looking for a strange wife who I'll know with just one look - baby, I'm yours - with that first look! She already has a hold on me; how can this be? My angel-darling, I won't cry, though we be apart, I'll try, tr
happinness
https://soundcloud.com/alexander-martis/track-1-clips-mixed-mi-wowo-nan-ta-kana-kubo
If only
If I could be given a moment more And render you to life and restore The time missed out and the love lost Could I ask you to pay such cost? Would I want the angels to spring your release And steal away your heavenly peace Would I want for
Presence
For that millisecond Between inspiration and expiration Between past and future Between unknowing and knowing Universes formed and dissolved Empires rose and fell Weight waited Matter mattered and mattered not And I was peace itse
Caroleen
* Sydney Northern Beaches suburb ** Standard drink size in NSW.
Listen To Night's Music Play
Always in my heart night's music does play, the music of love.
High Above
High above - somewhere in the firmament Before we're born it seems our die is cast And destiny amid this life's entanglement Shines softly forth - like moonlight on a path. Our loves and lovers neither of us know The folly of our youth - tru
Love's Own Lullaby
The first in a series of writes written for a friend.
Victim or Predator
Been obviously reading too much crime and thriller books. A look at how it could be from the predator's point of view. Or is he a victim of his own mind? Maybe a bit of both.