I slept and dreamt
I slept and dreamt That life was a joy I awoke and saw That life was service, Iaded and behold Service was joy. He who wants to Do good knocks at The gate, He who loves finds The gate open.
song of Love
i find the author'' very touchingly in his deep feel...the voice of love has no measure,just the limits of our mind..border'' the heart.
Run Away
I want to run away, Never say goodbye. I won't to know the truth And wondering why Iwant to know the answers No more lies. I want to close the door, And open up my mind.
Addendum
If knowledge is power then it is worth acquiring
The Secret Spot
He circled her belly button with his finger tips, remembering each rotation, how each goose bump felt along the way They laid together in the grass, watching the leaves fall like autumn snow The breeze was perfect, and licked away the sweat fro
Unforgetable
There she stood Slim tall and proud Her deep smile Could utter a crowd She raised her arms And looked around Then down she went In a single bound When she submerged With peirceing brown eyes Focused on me I had to say hi She walked up
Lonely Love
You are a light in my dream You are a dew falling on my face I dream of seeing you I dream of touching you I dream of holding you I close my eyes to feel you are beside me I take my breathe to face you are not by my side I am a lonely
inspiration come to me
Inspiration come to me visit my mind i can t write without you inspire with words like flame burning bright long into the lonely night counsel me in what to write when my pen has become so very dry you have the key to it all visit my
Beautiful Doris Day
I love Doris Day' She projected the girl next door image A sweet lovely sophistacted sensitive woman Que sera sera Blessings and Love to all
SHE WAS A MYSTERY
There on the dance floor people were moving all around same old same old sound just standing looking nothing happening what in the world are doing but suddenly burst into the night head on coming right this way she looked determined as she
Unrhymed
Seems like a little reflection on verse but in reality it is more of meanderings on a troubled past.
Holding On
Heavy on my heart Like a boat with a hole at the bottom Water seeping in, it’s sinking, Sinking… Captain’s got to go down with the boat But he’s secretly waiting for rescue He’s hiding at the tallest point, Fearful, weary, Breaking do
nice (cinquain)
nice caring thoughtful kind warm compassionate dont pass such as these by nice
ABC POEM CLOUDS
A BOVE THE CLOUDS SAIL BY B ELOW I SIT AND WATCH THEM FLY C LOUDS OF COTTON PUFFED WHITE AND GREY D RIFTING IN A SCENE SO HIGH E FFORTLESS THEY GO F AST OR SLOW G REY THE DAY WITH NO SUN H OLDING RAIN YET NOT BEGUN
ol' bones
the lucky get there
sea
sea why do you draw me so its always been this way i love to find you where ever you are and gaze on you as the morning star rivers why do you draw me so compelled i am to look from humble start brook, stream, river too upon bank or brid
Dude
kinda funny i guess but I wanted to try posting something
A Man behind the Mask
He is a man in the past Keep something in his heart Keep something in his mind His words reflect his mask Hiding behind his own truth There is a fear to face the world His heart was broken so many times His heart feels something to explode
Touching Real
How should it feel, were I to touch Places of you that I love so much? How I should like to gently hold A myriad of tenderness unfold. Should I with courage bare To show all that I care? Would I allow you to see Bittersweet transparency of m
weep
I wonder if angels weep as He did on that day before he called to lazarus and stone was rolled away i wonder if angels weep as they see a world like this once a place of paradise once a place of bliss now the ruins of lives fill the land
Tomorrow's Promise
Quivering with anticipation...
spider chronicles
Make a web of calendar silk and stretch it out as years ocean wide, expanse of time year of steps, cobweb climb catch and hold retain them fast people gone and photographs of yesterday and sublime thought spider chronicles are wrought whe
Incomplete
*same as my other poems*
The McDonald's Song
Why I wrote it? Because I worked at a McDonald's in the late 60's.
good bye first love
sandy beach and morning sun lie waiting there for you look on the horizon wide the sea so calm so blue a place to go and think inside when you have gone from me never saw it coming soon you set me free goodbye first love puppy love has e
control
time is getting me down cant feel the dark cant see the rain anymore life is getting so deep into this world im fighting for control just me im colapsing on the floor trying to wander why you don't remember me you take control just take a hold my hea
eyes go red
shoot me down push me now you won't get away your hating me punish me you will ill be still alive doing my every will hate me now i wish i could go eyes go red wish i was dead been shot in the head hate me i know you will hate me girl ill still be wa
ghost
a step in the rain life just is not the same digging in so deep to find it drowning in this hole lost and blinded searching for the very heart nothing will find something great in the mind you are the ghost in me listening to my heartbeat as dreams
confined
confined to this life just want to find something new for me and you always remember me and always dream the sweetest dreams my love ill be waiting in the dark for you waiting in this peaceful life for you confined to this life waiting in the dark fo
Time
Time is like the flowing water you cant stop her just watch her go time is like the clouds above us you cant stop them glide they go if we could hold back the river by our hands we surely would
sober
to feel the sun the moon the stars the sky to breathe in the life existence is are home love is are plan life is how we live together humanity to know your alive to listen to your heart and mind let your soul rest and heal you are home you are sober
woman woman
Woman Woman soft and blue walking in the meadow you vision of pure beauty she who can measure her dignity
How
Just a different commentary on what people are searching for and feeling...
The Flintstones
Life is a cartoon I compare my journey the the people in Bedrock Fred Flintstone and company The trials and tribulations ahead Blessings love to all A positive outlook A sense of humour pleasant thoughts always
FORGET TO REMEMBER HIM
FORGET TO REMEMBER HIM REMEMBER THIS ONE THING EACH TIME IT MAKES ME SAD FORGET TO REMEMBER HIM PUT A SMILE BACK ON MY FACE LET THE TEARS FADE AWAY FORGET TO REMEMBER HIM OR I MAY JUST FORGET YOU SO WOMAN HEAR MY WORDS AS I SEND THEM TO
hands into sky
Going through a valley got to reach a hilltop got back up there heady heights are waiting for that is where i just love to be reaching for the moon there up among the clouds hands into sky touching lady love
Seesaw
gotta love 'em...ok us...me?
CHILL OUT
in the morning rush of a daily routine how neat it is to find a short few moments to sit and be still and simply just unwind with a music tape playing softly maybe in the garden maybe in a chair maybe rest your eyes lighten up your cares
closure or is it ?
dark poetry on a glorious sunny day. But things are being left unsaid so here's some food for thought. peace.
"Allow Me"
Don't you just love writing poetry!
Far Away
*same as my other poems*
Blame it on Age
Life has its own circle a wheel Move the wheel as we walk Follow the direction as we see Every wheel has a number, the age Time keeps on running with the age Age runs faster than we ever think Age can miss the steps of life circle When we miss