Alcohol Free
With joy multiplying No way I am denying This truth Like the connection with da bluetooth Beaming Streaming Infinitely beaming And seeming To be Spiralling through to infinite possibility Feeling the bless Like YES Superman S upon ma
Fast Food
Sonic tonight!
Starlight Woman
We all came from stars, and to stars, we will return....
Halloween special - Hooded chair
Now which one would you think would be the infamous chair that even Napoleon sat the night before his defeat? Trivia. . . its a real story and rumours has it that it is sold to a private collector for 100,000 pounds in the mid 19th century Had a special poem just for Halloween,but i don't think i could get it up coz still not even half done yet,so this is a good ghost story for this trick and treat night. . .. Happy Halloween to all Poets from Ancient Bullman
Moon
Fly me to the moon Even if it’s on a spoon I want to go up there and see The light you shine down on me You never let me down Every night you come around I want to dance just you and me Take me to the moon I’ll sing you a tune All a
ALTERED EGO
This poem was inspired by the fairy tale mirror mirror on the wall... I thought mirror mirror on the ceiling would be a nice adult Twist. This was part of a project where we were decorating mirrors... My full length mirror was decorated fit for Freddie Mercury... and was exhibited at the Alley Theatre Strabane.
Spectre of the night
You feel a breath a icy chill Cold to touch You stand and stir on edge Was something Thier From corners eye you spy This thing a person stands and stirs Icy breath that chills your bones You stand and watch for no person there they see y
Why do you read my poems
Are you a vouyer to my past To read my words From my lifes journey On my journey of life's toil To find my hidden sole my life You read with such glee To find that hint of me My past my present My future not told I create these wor
The Story of Life
This poem applies to all living things: animals, plants, birds, fishes, insects, etc. Regardless of the type, they all undergo the stages of: Birth Growth Maturation Reproduction Decay Death iambic pentameter
Burmese Summer Rain
wet wet poetry
East
China nights
Enter the light i
I dreamed of light A up hill tunnel so bright Shines from heaven above Voices heard from distant past Familiar sounds Voices long gone They sound familiar could be my mum Long time gone taken in her prime We dare not make a sound you lis
The Lladro test
A reflection on Lladro porcelain figurines
Drugs
I find reasons to stay out of the drug problem, thou I have indulged in pop and junk food, which is probably one of the biggest contributors to our lowering of life expectancy in this country.
Reaching for the Light
From birth, reach for the light.
The Hooded Chair (French)
did it with imtranslator
Alone
This is a poem to remind us that with age we become lost from friends are families that once we where always with and as time goes by we lose touch with them
Sweet Lady of the Lakes and Fells
A Sonnet to my poetess buddy & muse.
Serenity
This poem is about losing someone dear to your heart and finding the strength in the little that is salvaged,,, and the light that shines way after your loved ones are gone,
The Canterbury Tales
As far as I have ever got in Geoffrey Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales, but an enchanting start, good for those experiencing Spring.
the undressed oak
he sat on the old deck chair and thought about her about how she tied a strand of blonde behind her ear when she was anxious how the sun made plans between the gaps of her fingers how her breath tasted how her beauty made her invisible
~The 3 legged duck~
:) ha i love it, cheers all.
In a Field of Dreams
A discussion about normality......and it isn't that bad.
The love
This talk about things in the air
Six walls
Six sides I can not move look within These six walls Contained ears closed To the dreams around I can't bare the sounds The scream the bangs Locked within these walls Of others locked in these walls Where I am now stripped of motion o
"Deny"
I wrote this poem when I 'd felt betrayed by people that I 'd felt stigmatized me when they didn't really know me or understand me. I think poetry at times is a release of sorts.
Getting down with Pliny
Gaius Plinius Secundus, called Pliny the Elder, was a Roman author, a naturalist and natural philosopher, a naval and army commander of the early Roman Empire, and a friend of emperor Vespasian. He wrote the encyclopedic Naturalis Historia.
Why
Got tired of being overworked, underpaid, underappreciated everyday...
something shimmering and right
pause and feel it so familier yet you've never seen it with your eyes a kind of innocent expression something naive something wise I wish I knew what you were searching for something shimmering and right a favour granted by yo
overproof Love
I Love you Yes I do How can I prove it to you? But there is no need to prove anything Love is like a song that sings And brings Harmonious harmony Fulfilling every part of me There should never be any need to prove You know its Love when
God
Questions that run through my head sometimes...
Stand and fight.
The poem is about how man has been enslaved through religion and the ruling classes and how it's now time to listen to our ancestral God's and fight against the current tyranny.
Meditation
PSALM 4:4 Stand in awe, and sin not: Commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. Selah
ok
Just when ya thought it was safe but it’s not This world lika shizpot Throwing up bogie vomit n snot In ya face Like Here Come n have a taste And now the anger n ego raced When ya shoulda easy skanking At a slow pace Embrace The lesso
You're all I need
Thank you very much Aretha Franklin
Coworkers
Just ragging about my job, but it could be any of the jobs I have had. Social interaction has always been a real crapper for me. I was asked what I liked best about my job. I answered the ride home.
welcome home
Glad you could come Here Take a seat There are no levels so don’t try compete Every compete brings opportunity for defeat And Oooh yes Let me just put my feet up Gimme a coffee in ma favourite cup And let me sup While I think What the
Fancy
It´s pleasant to spend time sleeping out, waking up, don`t have to jump up in a hurry, cozy breakfast, enough time doing things for yourself, everything you have to do ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
One day ..........,
Homelessness........
distracted........
every where i go i see people looking down at their phones and such....
Awakening
I cannot wait to touch you Or melt into your grasp Rhythmic pulse of fervor Unearth the sultry wrath Breathe in my lovesick potion Intoxicate your veins Inhale all of my essence ‘Til drunkenness remains Release your ardent passion Let
feel you
Can you feel this? This…… Crawling Screeching Howling n reaching Gut instinct teaching And bleaching Away the programming Some perceive it as damning But when you look n examine This purpose That reason Don't curse as long as you