SHE DIDN'T LIKE
SHE DIDN'T LIKE
Bengawan Solo
I like the Indonasian song with the title "Bengawan Solo" very much.This song is translated into many foreign languages,,so I tried to translate the song according to the Japanse version,into English,,I do hope some singers will sing this song..(Satoshi Okano) 18July 2020
I am your soul
When you know it's real Like a done deal Nobody can tell you how you feel Something like an encryption A conviction You don't need no subscription There where it sits When your truth hits On the inside like an affliction Boring deep down
Work It Baby
Come on everybody Everywhere Take a seat Take a chair Feel this energy flowing through the air This moment of magnificence bound n compelled to share And declare This feeling Appealing Better than s*xual healing No never double dea
Simples
I know my worth From birth Felt like I was cursed Different somehow Always thinking in this now They said I was clever, intelligent And now I see what they taught me was so relevant Lika gift n a present Build me up with bricks n cement
Trusting This Journey (Part 3)
Everything with its purpose n reason Give thanks that your are breathing And able to be reading These words Thank you
they sing I string
I could of went on n on with this song but just a few artists to help me along, to share this energy, this friend of me with subtle pokes n prods of emotional influence through Lyrical intamicy thank you
the unasked question
baby, hills run dry beneath your velvet sky outside i queue for gas in the rain baby, I don't know how the tale of us will go don't walk away on stepping stones of pain your smile is a light on a cold dark night look and search my
Meditation
PSALM 4:4 Stand in awe, and sin not: Commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. Selah
The Note
Self explanatory, I hope, like the note!
the trail
she looks at me.. some small hotel in some small town.. her dark curls run along the corridor of her pale shoulder.. her words hit home.. " you know, buster.. when your lust is emptied.. and your belly is full, you can pull down your awnings.. but yo
The Center of The Sun
A thermal eruption of internal emotion... Bask in this white hot fire and ocean... True love unrefined... Substance redesigned... A cosmic expression.. Of total devotion... The love that I have for you... Is hotter than the center of the su
Star Trek: Pronouncing Danger!
Chekov: “kaptain sensors indicate a wessel approaching”. Kirk: “a what?” Chekov: “it is arming veapons!” Kirk: “what is?” Chekhov: “the wessel kaptain!” Kirk: “what’s a wessel?” (A frustrated Chekhov points to the screen). Kirk:
Tip Toe Through Time .........
this girl dances with the spirit of the land within her .......... returns home to the small country town where her mum lives .......
neat whiskey (and untidy women)
drank whiskey from her navel after hours in a bar heard the sound of my breathing through the lungs of your guitar and lightnings just a broken string on horizon's air guitar cloudy lyrics fall as rain through the windscre
The Weeping Rose
Another seasonal poem..
One Friday night at the trots (old Harold Park)
Rapt in attention As the pace car quickens Horses score up behind Like a phalanx Seven off the front And five behind Makes a full field of twelve Drivers in formation - Now bursting off the arm To settle down at speed In two neat rows
I love my Poet Friends
To all my poet friends who've read and incouraged my efforts, and special thanks to the Dream Weaver master Andrew who e-mailed me in my first week trying to write..lol.kickit,Mike,Swade Mac,Christian,Hank.Simpleme,Cat,Witchy,Billiegirl, Jeddah Queen. Beautifulyou, Niah, Quietstorm,MIRIKIA,pILGRIM, dAbOMB, and this list goes on and on and sorry if I can't recall a name at this moment, but to all who not only commented on a poem of mine but gave a special lil' push that touched my heart....cafetwo2010 I love You!!!!!!!!!!!
ISOLATION
Is but the formula for growth. A bookend of recalibration of the response dynamic. If buried treasure is there to be found then the possibilities are endless to enrich the faculties of reason. We are not but one and many and masters of our faith. Wit
Hither and Tither
just some jumbled thoughts
RESTLESS & LOST
The feeling ..hard to explain I recognise myself only in name the sense of self merely a shell the only feeling - living in hell The light - end of tunnel is barely in sight as sleeplessness reigns yet another night So much to live for but la
the wreck of the catherine anne
fragments of stories half heard in the inn awoke in me fires stoked by the gin catherine anne moored in secret twilight buckled neath bullion jewelled to it's height a vast templar treasure won by the blade fortunes were lost to gre
guitar
I spent monday just walking through town searchin' for magical timbers of brown I watched tuesday morning arrive like a swan calm at the surface when calmness has gone I spent most of wednesday walking the deck from the truest of bra
we endure
I got your picture in my cabin your smiling face is everywhere your ghost is what I sail on through the ocean of your hair and my work it takes me everywhere and nowhere fast and slow it takes a man to plough an acre it takes a woman to make
Your Love
You touch me with your love and care Shower me with loving attention and affection You tell me you don’t care If you have me by your side for one day, one week or a year Anytime I’m free to walk away But I refuse to give in to my loneliness and
Rivers of Life.
On Face Book I saw a photo of a huge ship travelling along the Thames.....everything changes...or does it.
Love it or leave it
Just be n let be
dream in a dream
Going into a spiral like curling portal Slow then fast I’m sure I’m not mortal At the other end it’s like The same thing again And every means has no end A spiral cos it only bends Mind trying to comprehend Spirit laughing again Cos the mi
Lost Hope
Always had problems with hydrangeas - just can't keep them alive!
WHAT I SEE III
7/13/20 Just saying...
girl on a train
I sit transfixed as thought it flies to see warmth twice inside her eyes some bound for town some bound for death a carraige full of moving breath a look of hue intercepting night and all else there is prop and light mechanics as
The Woods
Wrote this the night after Tiger came back to win a shock fifth green jacket at the Masters Augusta National. They thought he would retire but he came back despite his many injuries and problems on and off the field and he triumphed.
Dog Days Are Over
For Mitsy x
30 years
we came from near we came from far to trust the truth to duel and spar to stand upon the hill of scarves to nurture all that darkness starves "what then? cried Shankly's ghost.. what then?" we lost our souls all ninety six and w
Poppies Bright
Love the Poppy.... a hope for brighter times ahead
Someone
Who is your Someone?
What the ............
Not sure ha ha ......
See the rainbow
-Appreciate the little things and see the brighter side, always!
Summer Skies
Thoughts along a seashore sunny day........
Circle of Life
My mum was right the giver recieves the best gift of all. :-)
Miner's Soul
In memory of miners and their families still struggling to make it. Love you.
Cow Attack
A little bit of light-hearted humor and a smile for you all. :-) "Roy" is my cousin, and he did find the truck and was instructed to get it cleaned out- white glove style- Cost him a small fortune, but it was well worth it. He was also instructed to put leather scented air freshener in it. The windshield was replaced as well. The 'ol truck was sold to a 16 year old boy who had been dreaming of some wheels of his own. :-)