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. :-)
current events
At first not caring that some statues and memorials were being removed. As well as the naming of schools, highways, buildings, etc. I thought that I understood. But it seems as though there is no end to it. Eventually, there will be no nami
WATER, WIND AND ASH
I think of then as I force this pen Into empty words of current ken Of mice and men And scores and ten The man was a boy when he woke and cried And I recall the night When tiny arms lifted for rushing h
Resistance
I was studying electronics at the time I wrote this but lost interest. I hold this piece close to my heart. Where it belongs.
Lest we Forget
Imagine the picture perfect cottage with roses growing around the door and love that once dwelt within now sadly faded, the packing of cases, the feeling of loss and final closing of the door........
Angel
well heaven knows and heaven lies I'm travelling down this road under.. stationary skies the distances are vast I can see no end its easy just to dream it's easy to pretend if my truck was an angel if my truck had wings I'd fly pas
Only
I heard you got married I heard you are doing so well So I'll never let on no I'll never let on how I fell In love with you before you met him I was always only a friend I heard that your smile is so bright And that your laughter is so gay So
Your Last Day on Earth
Just a few thoughts that were impressed upon my mind.
The Perfect Man
He will be tall or small. A good heart. A man complex backed with a good nature. Fun but serious Talented but silly when required. Compassion with desire He may be the perfect man But for my part I will do all I can
Bithday present to connie
had a dog,a lurcher,terrier,on Feb,19th,had to bury her,Didn't know she was ill,if only knew? disease of the womb,did not have a clue,hope im forgiven for not knowing that,and connie im sorry,for being a twat!! to me you a daughter that i never had
Surrender to.all.my Faults
Surrender to all my Faults Life is like a jungle You just never know who you'll meet I'm.a lier a murder and a cheat I wonder what people will think I.murdered little children With tiny little feet I.dont ask for your pardon Just to.liste
Moonbeams and Dreams
Just dreaming