Open!
I have an open mind, come what may, as long as you believe in what I say, My open mind never falters, I’m open , but, I have a defence, It’s a secret, that I cannot tell you, I’ll always agree, with what You say to me, and I’ll play the part, e
This won't work!
It seems that the only way forward is to go back, When things were simple, no attack, too many Freedoms mean too many hurts, too many dies, Too many cries, It’s a strange analogy between then and now, Progress means we don’t know how, We ne
Ancient Astronauts
I have CROWNAFFAIR (over in the blogs section) to thank, for the inspiration, for this poem........
The faces of Lies,deceits and betrayals !
Whitish grey, Do you lie? Please tell me why, Greyish white, Harmless and thoughtless, Tale binding with a long tail behind. Light darkish grey, Colours spectrum of deceit. There is so many reasons to bluff. Caught red handed, Fear is the m
Serenity
What happened yesterday will happen today, what was will be, and all our thoughts, our longing for serenity, can never be, the young need to learn, the young can never be you and me, the lessons we learned are lost to history, and they will be, t
Nobby
This is a true account of my brother's homicide in 1990 I have performed this poem for performance poetry In Donegal, Tyrone and Fermanagh and it has touched many peoples hearts.
It's Not The Best Poetry, I Know
It's not the best poetry,I know,that I write for a girl It's not best poetry,I know,and she may never read anything I write I don't know why I was left out of her world She seems so far away as stars in the night I wasn't ,the best guy for her
A daily lesson
Just a comment on emigrating
Launch Complex 34
On January 27, 1967, NASA astronauts Virgil I. Grissom, Edward H. White, II, and Roger B. Chaffee were aboard an Apollo spacecraft and Saturn IB rocket for what was supposed to be routine ground testing of the systems. America was heading for the Moon, and all-up testing was designed to ensure spacecraft functions, the Launch Control Center, and other critical pieces required to get to the Moon. The test was considered non-hazardous. A 100% oxygen-fed fire ignited in their Command Module, and all three perished in just a few minutes as launch pad personnel desperately tried to open the multi-layered hatch which was designed to be hard to remove to preserve spacecraft hull integrity. Others tried to fight the fire while rescue crews arrived, but it was to no avail. Launch Complex 34 was decommissioned after the manned Apollo 7 launch, and the launch platform left as part of a memorial to the astronauts. In honor of their lost lives, NASA also deemed that the astronauts should be forever honored by honoring their crew name of Apollo 1, which would have been the first manned Earth-orbit flight for the Command and Service Modules. Their official mission patch is black-bordered in publicity photos of the men taken before their deaths, rather than do afterwards in memoriam. Some 55 years after their deaths, the LC-34 platform still stands, with two plaques honoring the men attached to the platform legs, as well as additional memorial information added to the site.
Near The Lonely Zone
Entangled entrapped and alone I find myself in danger Near the lonely zone Not even the birds fly today I have no hot air balloon I'm just marooned in this hideaway Few have known near the lonely zone If I had music perhaps I could plan a
The Moon
the fascination of the moon
Something In Time Something In Heart
Something in time something in heart Can never fade away Not even in the dark Something so clear something so dear Calls love to reappear Like something in time something in heart The echo was there now the echo is here You try to hold it
Am I dreaming
Things that make you go hummm
The wounded ape...
a fellow wounded-ape and a tired healer...
Liar, liar pants on fire
He is his usual talkative self today. I can hear him from blocks away. He is first, he is the loudest In the midst of where the crowd is. Like any cult leader To many true believers He is God in the flesh No a demagogue at best. In front mi
In winter ...
a love departed
The Old Oak Tree
The old Oak tree was in pretty bad shape. It had been hit by lightning in 78. Kids climbed on it and broke some branches. About 50 feet away there was a wild cherry, it's bark was very smooth and it's leaves so green. Every year it m
Movie Review: Pet Semetary
Visiting graves today, Mom, Dad, uncles Gary, Bob, and Delmar, Grandpa and Grandma Radloff, Godfather Bert, Jeremy Jensen( who I student observed during my student teaching in January of 1992, he died in a house fire, classmate Cheryl Hileman who died from suicide and my best friend's mom's grave.
First day of winter
Antarctic cold blast, a fierce front, greeted the first day of winter; snowing in the tablelands, and down the coast. In Harbin in mid-winter I felt no colder, but I had dressed for it.
Why?
Why?, Why? does there need to be an answer to existence, Why not exist? No one knows, where we go, where this all goes, if we could only stop looking, we may enjoy being here! Lets all just drink Tennessee whiskey and then go to bed!
No answer!
Why would a God create us?, if we never existed before, why would a God make us, limited forever more?, And why, oh why, do we die? If God created us to be, give us a glimpse, let us see, what could be? and take it away, why oh why, what can you say
A Quiet Light
Reflections of a peaceful home in winter in the New England countryside.
DAISIES AND POPPIES (THE 75TH ANNIVERSARY OF D-DAY) - Acrostic Poem for Socrates challenge
In remembrance of 75th Anniversary of D-Day June 6, 2019 when thousands died to defend the world from tyranny. Lest we forget.
Lesson 1
Why does nothing change? You know this and I know that, I'm right and you are wrong, who's bigger?, who's more strong?, Who wants control?, noone can let it be, noone can see, it does not matter, but its up to you, and its up to me, to let it b
Time to ponder!
The new age is now, fanciful thoughts lost, memories gone, born anew, all of the past never meant to last, new you maybe, we will see.
Take control!
Who made them smarter than me? Where we not born equally? How did I become me?, and you become you?, What?, How?, did this become true?, Though its quite funny, I have nothing, and they have the money, Im just glad to see, they live life in ecst
BE here
So you enjoy what you do? until life intrudes on you, and tomorrow becomes a chore, destined forevermore, until you can see the way, that's the price you will pay, not being enlightened, always too frightened to look outside of yourself for the a
Words Hurt
Better to be slapped with dirt Memory stained heart broken piece of soul taken away want to forgive To much pain Beat me down spit in my face Verbally abuse Up for the game For the love of my beautiful blessing
Blessed Sleep
Peace .....when the candles go out…….and sleep….
Im
I wanted a room with a view Im here and Im you I came from before Im here forevermore I told you who you are Im here never far I know you cannot see Im you and you are me I know you dont know Im here to help you grow I know its a
What is Man? (an original poem from a book of Inspiration that I published in 2016)
“What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him, that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?” (Job 7:17 & 18)
Fly solo
We went fishing after my Godpa passed away this September. I went fishing with my Godmother as that was the way she wanted to remember him. They love fishing. I saw a bird fly in the sky so I wrote about it.
in a dream unbidden last night
A dream recalled during my lesson with a Russian/Farsi-speaking student, and related as a story.
Once upon a time, a bedtime story.
Once upon a time, long before creation , long before indignation was a part of it all, there was no space and there was no place, all that was, was thought and energy, a creative force longing to be, the you and the me, that we came to be. A
Venting!
And the cost of living is rising faster than the tide, We have no control, just along for the ride, I can’t go on holiday, I can’t go away, I can’t be there, and I can’t afford to stay, Foreign interference makes life a misery, for all of y
Genesis
If you could only remember who you really are, being here, so near and so far, Imagine something divided by two, then divided eternally, that's me and you, you may not see, For this "REALITY", blinds you purposefully, and it's intention is t
HEAR THE ANGELS WEEPING
Update 3/4/2022: Also, for all the innocent children being slaughtered in Ukraine in the senseless battle brought on by another nation in their homeland. For all the innocent children who are being slaughtered at our schools and around the world.
I'd Only Just Surrendered
This is about the reality that people never really leave you. They always return, either in mind or the master illusion.
Not even the tide,would take her out....
I'm.no strange to love lost It has no quarrels with me No mercy at there feet Just relentless no dates Not even.the tide would take me out....... So I plod along my.merry way Nothing to show for my.life just pain I will go.now and bury.my head
If ever… (written in 2016, revised in 2022)
For my brother....
The Right of No Return
Just a bit of food for thought writing, its about a dancer on ice, and the presence of war happening around the world, what she sees when she's on the ice, skating, and in the moment of fleeting noise or stillness before the dance ends.
Baby ... Move
You can hang 'round worrying in that closet of doom. Or you can stick your foot out get a feel for your room. See the sun through the window in casting light across gloom. Baby ... move. You can be happy and live life in all of your days.