Lighting the Way
I love this season…a cause to ponder meaning within creation, including what we create and celebrate. While recognizing the illuminary icons that lighted our path to the present and those who lead us into the future, we should not underestimate the power of our own efforts to get others as well as ourselves through the darkness of life's winters into the light.
SILENT BEAUTY.
Twilight....a special time of every day.
Our search for love in dating sites Part 2!
YOU MIGHT WANT TO READ PART 1 FIRST (Complicated minds) What has happened to that simplicity of life? In war with love, in dissension heart & mind. It is really so and the reason we are all here, For ages to come, till we drop dead my dear.
H Prosefxh Pou Egine Litania! (GREEK)
Kapos etsi xekinise mia prosefxi pou egine litania, Me mia prosklisi ke apo mena mia thisia, Eftasa sti xenitia ftera ston erota kardia. H istoria afti ine mia thliveri dokimasia, Den variese fili mou min dinete simasia, Ine kiali san eme me
Afto pou den emathes pote! (GREEK)
To poso poli sagapisa pote den tha to mathis, ap tin zoi mou perases ke omos semna exathis. Esy kali mou mou xarises sta xili mou filia, opos ekina ta diavatarika ke agirista poulia. Ta xeria mou den edesa trigiro sto lemo sou, esy omos pisti
San 7 Star me Gnorises! (GREEK)
San seven star me gnorises me efta asteria fotina, pou se tris meres kanan ta xiliades milia midenika. Irtha konta sou mousa mou ton erota na imniso, tou inirou mou pnoi gia oso mou emene na ziso. Ta efta asteria pesane stis agapi sou ti limni,
Marina Bay!
Marina bay is the point yet not the destination, There is a harmonic essence, angelic creation. Like out of the shadows in the darkest night, I see you coming forward like a dazzling light. No comparison my attention you command, An open desi
I've met you in my dreams!
I can’t but think perhaps you are, The fragments of a fallen star. That Heaven cast down so sweet, Now, I can’t wait for us to meet. I can’t but think perhaps you are, That melody of notes and bars. More the rhyming of this poem, As you are
Summer is over, yet hope is still on!
I am staring in silently the distance, Listening to the crickets in the grass. Watching the orange sun die in the West, Enjoying the last of summer days in its best. Fireflies untamed in the wind are dancing, The smell of barbecues the air enh
Wet Dream
Just checking to make sure everyone is awake out there. lol
Numb
Numb, that’s how I feel Some say what’s the big deal I can’t feel I can’t smile I can’t laugh Numb thats how I feel Pleasure no longer loving feelings lost It hurts to talk It hurts to walk Numb thats how I feel My eyes a
Starpiercer
If all the sharp stars, fell down from up high, from spaces beyond deep blue skies... Would you even try, to catch at least one, or stare glaring as each star dies?... Might you doubt that I, care not for my sight, I'd stare at the sky until you...
Book of Life .....,,,,,
People sometimes overlook the person because of what they see on the outside ........
Connection to Nature
Dedicated to those who experience a direct personal connection to Nature independent of any explanation. (Any attempt at explanation detracts from the immediate empirical quality of the experience which is the focus of this piece.)
This Empty Soul
I wrote this for a beautiful mother, a beautiful wife, an awesome singer who is going through a lot at the moment. When another woman pours her heart out to you and you feel their every pain and anguish because you've been there or it makes you realise that's exactly where you are at that moment; a special bond can come out of it. There is so much pain, due to unmet needs that creates a feeling of loneliness or at times neglect. She longs to be loved in a manner that resonates to her but the other person insists of loving her the way he wants to. I find many make this mistake; maintaining love is like maintaining a car...you can't put diesel in a petrol-fueled car nor the other way around and expect it to last. To me that's so simple...I don't understand why people can't see it. It is sad how we have made married- life like it's just a joke. We see everyone of us wearing smiles, posting images of fulfilled lives...family lives especially...when most are broken. This obsession of wearing a facade...I don't get it. I cried with her; that very moment I understand why she feels alone. I always feel alone and though I am really good at filling my life up with so many things to do and I don't rely on anyone to do the things with in life I totally get her when she said "to have someone to share life with, to have someone to create memories with, to have someone to converse with especially when you are in a foreign land, to have some who shows care and concern, to have people who really do their hardest to connect and make you feel like a significant part of their lives, can make life so much more meaningful and could save a lot of marriages and kids from being victims of broken homes and broken lives". I totally agree with her.
sand
friends hear me now and hear my plea I've wintered long in fields of sea I've fought and fight against the wind I've seen both poles and seen them twinned yet all things to come and those before are just footfalls outside the door and though
the air did move in silent sing
the air did move in silent sing as linnets sung on warble wing and truth did shine upon it's clock as two moored souls depart the dock time bent around the sides of trees as grass made love to naked knees and dappled light found darkened shad
UNIVERSAL WINGS.
thought without spoken words
MEN seek one Real dedicated honest
huge interest seek One For Real man
Two Clocks in Separate Places
The things we are most familiar with will keep us apart and bring us back together
Love
I love and lost really to love again Love have no boundaries or no color
SHADOWS OF LIFE.
You're in my dreams, do you know who you are. Maybe your the moon, or a bright shining star Magic of the night, warmth on every dull day Your words poetry, send emotional-sun-rays If feeling lost, know you're my special one As a brand new day,
My short version of my poem :D
i just thought of it just now
Snow
I love snow, it's so pretty!
Four Seasons
I can’t erase you from my memory And my heart loved only you I think of you consciously and subconsciously I see you in my dreams And I feel you with my feelings I hope for the sunrise And I wait for the sun to shine so I can
Gossip
The dark clouds gathered before thunder Oh I wish (if only) the rain would deliberately rain down and touch carefully her palm The most important thing is I felt her in my veins The memories of her flow steadily They are like the fi
KISS
I look for you I miss you you're in a thousand memories I have forgotten the warmth, but yearn fervor where are you? I'll find you in this life? I'll have! I know you're there!
The Flower
They joy of love and life and death and regret.
This Side Of Nowhere
In a little town this side of nowhere And across the county line there still aint no hope For happiness with someone to marry And I didn't even mail the last letter I wrote Around here it still looks like nineteen sixty And pot holes go on for
Driving Miss Daisy......
Unusually black night driving back from a job ......
Covid-19
Reflections on current state of Covid-19 pandemic.
Christmas Cards
I try to write something in each one to let them know what I have done this last year. Missing my dead dad, dealing with my mom's dementia and he eventual placement in a nursing home, two movies out, a hockey game tonight, and going to the Mall of America, and the coronavirus.
Last Thanksgiving?
I have to wait and see if we have a Christmas get together. My sister and her kids have boycotted my Mom and Shane and want nothing to do with them. It's a shame because there were 24 people that came over for Christmas back in 2018, 2019 the total was 5.
"Last Chance Lover"
Some say loving is gambling But my card decks have other use Nowadays games and relationships are scrambling Surely there is a certain abuse The fortune is always counting on random Real chances are rare If some people bet and lack a condom
An image of my beloved
If I could paint a vision of beauty and truth to decorate the heavenly skies they would be your dreamy eyes Oh but what brush shall I use to your muse? If I could build a temple in honor of your dimples when you smile What material would be be
A FRIEND HAS DIED
In remembrance of Doloris O'riordan
MORNING HOPE.
who can doubt the positive start of a new day....
Piton
spot of mountaineering haiku
The wish
The feeling Familiar Our life Part of us This can’t be Break free A man I am, inner me Ultimately foresee In him I seek closure from tyranny Louder than before Standing tall no more Words fall Hear whisper call
Before There Was Stress
Before there was stress there was being young Before there was stress there was being alive Before there was stress I was me Now I'm just someone trying to survive Before there was stress there was a view Before there was stress the colors adj
LIVE LOVE LAUGH
My blueprint to life!
THE NIGHT SLEEPS
HAIKU! He sneezed. God bless you. She responded.