Had You Told Me Yesterday
Had you told me yesterday I would not be waiting on tomorrows tears The silence of your precious heart Is still ringing in my ears Such a distant goodbye As you drove down the road The smoke from your old car Has left a giant scar as it str
The Charmer
Yesterday we met for the first time, no not face to face...His voice like a snake charmer...I was so desperate for just a word to make feel like a desirable woman and oh boy did he have an arcenal...he kept firing them...my body began to get warm and
Short and sweet!
I'd like to present this award from the Academy Of Hell, To Mr Putin, for his contribution, he has done so well, the world can tell, he has superseded all expectation, in his efforts to wipe out a peaceful nation, he can now join OUR ranks, no ne
The Girl with sad brown eyes
This poem is about how domestic violence can go unnoticed.
The end game
We live in captivity because we believe this is reality, nothing new, we can't see, the real you or the real me, it will always be the same, until we end this game, but then it starts anew, never a whole new me and never a whole new you.
Well, this is the plan!
I hear of this plan of "the creator" can it be?, seems very strange to me, a creator who can create such misery?, and all for what? and why should this be?, is there something I've missed? that I cannot see? What does the "creator" want to create
Those
When you view this world through a speckled lens, there's those that resist, there's those that have missed, those with a bucket list, those that live in fear, those who refuse to hear, there's those that know, those that grow, and those that will ne
Suicidal Games
I wrote this 4-20-2011. This was written within the same time frame of when I wrote What I've Done and Rock n Roll Star, within hours I mean. This is one I played around with "shock rock" but it seemed more laid back and mellow; for it sounded better!
Spring Serene
Spring serene such a magic scene Flowers in bloom blossoms on the trees Drifting with the breeze spring serene if you please As the clouds begin to form there will be a shower or two The gentle breeze is still so warm Spring serene and every m
Just enjoy the ride!
I have seen tomorrow, I know, how it will go, firstly it ends, all will cease to exist, in the blink of an eye, this world will die, then a new creation, a whole new population, starts anew, from Jurassic world to space exploration, we failed in our
Raise up - Wake up
Something I wrote back in March. It's about letting go of fear and becoming a bad a** warrior
It
This is it. That is all.
Wait to see!
I don't have a vision for the future, I don't know where we will end, I'm aware of where we are now, are you a foe or are you a friend? Complications of life are immense, what is lie, what is true, what makes sense? "Fake news" is all that I
The Point
What's the point? Is there a point? Can anyone show me the point? There is no point, we exist through a revolving door, no less and no more!
No Regrets!
If tomorrow is only a whisper, how we live, no guarantee that I'll be here for you, or you'll be here for me, So I miss you everyday, even though you're here with me, won't miss this chance to say, "I love you, come what may".
Neither
She said no. The whys do not matter. Neither do I. We are not together. Neither Shakespeare nor Schroedinger's Cat can change her mind. Neither can I. She is beautiful. I am alone.
~just church~
Sharing a situation that I have been dealing with for over a year on my property, I have had to put up yellow tape barricades across the front of my property to stop the church congregation from parking on my property. Now they are understanding where I,m coming from after asking in person, leaving notes and the Priest asking not to park on my front lawn, what finally got their attention was the yellow tape.
Game On
Well, I've read the papers and I've watched the news, decided this is all a ruse, we're in constant motion, nothing we can change, or rearrange, what's going to be is what's going to be, But we still think that we can change the you and the me, and
John's mighty hands
imagining a movie scene from them ol' days way doon south
Yesterday's sorrow
Remembering
Ice dancer
Really enjoyed the ice dancing in Beijing, and those guys are strong holding up partners with one hand, even if they weigh only 50 kg its amazing to see. I'd struggle with 10kg over my head!!
Nature
I feel blessed. Happy Easter to all
Fresh Start
Be part of the future, depart from the past.
Dedicated to the day
filling in time, Happy Easter all
I know,,,,,part 2
I know that you know what I do and where I go, I know that you know my schemes and my dreams, I know that you know who I am inside, I know that you know when I laughed and when I cried, I know that you know just what tomorrow will be,
~ "Mi" Lady I'll be yours ~
Seems a bit of the old day of gallantry and chivalry amidst the poetry corner :)
~empty pillows~
Poets pillow wins vs nada lol
I am a sinner
My prayers
Cotton Candy Land
How will it be What will we say Will we go around in circles filling up the day Life was so good with cotton candy and clowns And a ferris wheel was the only place Where we noticed the ups and downs A black and white tv sat on a stand And
I know?
I know there's something more, I know that we go on, perchance in a different form, I know there's those that trust, in a God, and they feel they must, I know that their belief, helps them in their life, brings them relief, I know that some
I Like the Rain (an original poem from a book of Inspiration that I published in 2016)
It's raining even now...:)
Heading Home
Getting in touch with our inner being and seeking its tranquility with a desire for truth and longevity to live a long and prosperous life.
One and only one
A strange light enveloped me, mystically, whimsically, suddenly, and all that was and all that could be, was there for me, for me to see, But it was not just for me, and not just personally, it was the whole world laid bare, and it was in my ca
Innocently alive!
I wrote those words to reflect how I feel
Understanding it all
I think that life does change you, Turn you into something new, It can be good, it can be bad, It can be happy, it can be sad, But in retrospect as we look back, It was always going to be, Growing into the you, growing into the me.
Let's start over
WAR!!!!! is not the way, yet it's in our history, from tribes of old, to modern day, it seems to be that we cannot see, a new design, its always the same time after time, civilizations have ended before, probably thousands, we are destined to be jus
Be-Twixed
How do you like your chocolate?
Buffet and a Tip
I have to go to my Dad's grave the day before Easter and inter my Mom's ashes above my Dad's grave with my sister and my Dad's two sisters. It sits on a bluff above the city of Dubuque, Iowa. You can see the grave yard and my uncle's flag pole when you cross the Mississippi River going from Wisconsin.
Missing you
In the poem Missing You, the poet Ramaking follows the tradition of the minstrels, the poets wanderers, belonging to the Middle Age in France, Portugal and Spain. This tradition was brought later to Brazil with the Portugueses in the colonial period. As a rule, in a dramatic tone, the minstrel describes the loss or departure of a loved one. This tendency was incorporated in the center of Brazil by the "caipiras" , regional country singers that ended up becoming a popular phenomenon of the Brazilian music. Truly speaking, the roots of the minstrels can be traced to the Classical Antiquity and in epics like Iliad and Odyssey from Homer.
RAPING THE NATIONS
Current time catastrophe
Who likes swans?
There is not a song or a voice that's right, that can help you along or show you the light, unless you want to believe that it's true, that there's a God who loves you, So, it really does not matter, religion or race, the troubles and strife that yo
We actually mean nothing!
Working out a solution, I've come to the conclusion tomorrow will be, There's no need for discussion, I'll just kill you or you just kill me, Either way tomorrow will be, just open your eyes so you can see, When we are gone, won't be that long, th