Earth's Kitchen/ Lightworker lament
Sore throats, viruses, coughs, colds and spluttering grief, unhappiness, all kinds of suffering traffic jams, supermarkets and leaks to the guttering obesity, drug dealers and and everyday ills motorbikes, prams and too many bills talk shows, fo
Clouds and Waves
When I saw the clouds in blue sky Rolling direction in the morning breeze My heart is always asking Where they then go later When I looked at the waves in the blue sky Nonstop romp over time What they're looking for Arriving on the beach sand
8!
Just a wee rant about blind conformity.
Set you free
Today i will set you free All this time you've being with me Let your soul take to the sky Now its time to free my mind I carried you along just like a prayer All was silent but i knew you were there Like the tide you would come and go
The Starfish Wept
I guess this one's about idly pissing on a starfish and pondering whether it should have rather been avoided for the greater good. Been there, done that, got the seashirt. Frivolous ... but I suppose there is a deeper meaning, in that we should really respect all life forms, a'la the Buddhist teachings.
desicions made otherwise
There was a small village. Where happy people lived. But when the vikings came, causing pain. ransacked a town left burning but condemned by rain. A youngster came along. saw that all happiness was gone. buildings blackburned and hidden zombi
keep it simple
a poem i wrote while in the state of mourning..the loss of a loved one,most poems i write are emotionaly driven,...this one just happens to be about how i live my own life...my motto.
The Row
Freezing, frozen, unyielding, vast Sheets of ice covering warm feelings past Sheer indignation causes the skeleton to shiver Heart muscle stops angrily then begins to quiver Number is deleted by pointing, accusing fingers Smoke from resentment s
Turn the repeat off
wow. found this in my english folder from jr high.
Beautiful Sad Green Eyes
Her eyes Were their greenest when she was sad.
god i love the blues
uuuh...da blues...
Nature's Fugue
I spend a lot of time attuning myself to the grand symphony of nature; every single note, unique yet beautifully integrated into the whole composition of creation. In musical parlance, ''fugue'' = a polyphonic composition of several themes in combined melody. It is in this light that I see, feel and experience Nature.
Dream
Just a dream.
final tears
i love you so much we are ment to fall in love
undercurrent
please dont critize this too much it was almost like i HAD to write it.
THERE IS NO END...FOR LOVE
an emotional poem i wrote for myself....i can't understand how good people are taken away from us so early in life,or why disease takes our loved ones from us....how many of us have said....WHY...WHY..WHY.
new rain
i love you i love you i love you i love you and only you can make me smile
Short And Sweet
This could be used as a (very) short wedding speech by a reluctant public speaker.
A Kilt
I'm portuguese, I don't really know the scottish culture. Just like kilts.
Gloomy Days
Its not a room with a view,, there's no windows no doors, flickers of light are all that break through, spending a life alone in the dark, everythings grey everythings stark,,longing to see things brightly and clear,, knowing it wont happen,,, ye
Little Bird
I was bored writing haikus, one ended up into this...
One wish alone,have i
One wish alone,have i: In some calm land Beside the sea Lodie; Upon its strand That i forever sleep, The forest near A heaven near Stretched over the peaceful deep No candles shine No tomb i need instead Let them for me a bed Of twings en
These Clouds
these clouds, have been here since you've not. a grey dismal shroud, a reminder of all things we've fought. They just rain. And it pours night and day. Like your tear soaked pain, It washes me away. I’ve gone so far, You’re a painf
The Dog
Rin-tin-tin, it's whatever you want, I'm bored.
Arf arf!
Along the same lines as THE ASPCA poem, but in a different, more intimate setting. The dog is an allegory for naivete.
lost
Lost in a storm that surrounds me Wish i could see the way out but just as my thoughts surround me its then that i start to doubt by babsie xxxxx
Subtle Changes
A slow rain seems to speak a language of its own across the geometry of our city, its subtle change of tone heard everywhere- in the way despondent pigeons begin to slump on windowsills; in the shudder of black lampposts as November'
I Still Carry The Scars
Just a short note to remind us all to try to be gentle with each other, we are all fighting some sort of battle sometimes despite looking calm and at ease with the world:)
Don't be scared...(2)
To visit a childy poet,the storm has came. But the doors were closed,the windows too, ''where r u red poet''?''Where r u''? ''R u hiding from me''? The storm asked. I'm the sound of wisdom,of knowledge,of deepness, open ur heart to hear me, ope
Reasoning Three
This was part of of my collection of spiritual works written over 20 years ago.
Gentle Twilight Of Dawn
I was feeling very generous when I wrote this a good few years ago:)
I Wanna Do That!
"Hey baby,, I got a new book,,come over here and take a look",,, So I wandered on over,, like I was in clover,,,peaceful and happy,,, till she said make it snappy,,,,, she opened a page,,,just where she sat,,, pointed to it and said,,,"I wanna
Today is...
Today is my birthday , Is a new start of change, A new start of love, A sincere and pure love, Which I wait it to come to me. Today is my birthday,the age Doesn't count too much is Just a number in a bunch, But I am glad in my soul I am stil
Bluest Eyes
You had to of seen them.
Don't be scared...(1)
Alone,she lives, with her books,her pens,her papers,she lives. With her loneliness,her deep loneliness,she lives. Alone she thinks, about new poems,she thinks, about new verses,she thinks, about new words,commas,points,she still thinks. Al
Gone
Although this poem might be a little morbid. I sometimes like to switch up the order of the rhyme.
Breakfast at a Diner
Funny thing, I enjoyed a meal at an all day breakfast joint. Before I wrote this.
big game
hunting for love?
fishin' lines
anybody got a hook?
Candy Pt 1 & 2
I wrote Candy years ago... I was drinking and chatting online one day. And thought of that poem. And wrote part 2 right after.
My Past ,my Picture
.....you must see it...please??
In Time....
I had split from someone I thought was going to spend the rest of my life with. Things happen.. I was diagnosed with cancer and she couldn't stand by me during my hardest times.