"Bluebell"
she was crying in the sea unloved and worn she spoke to me her heart and boards were long ripped out her diesel engine left in doubt yet I heard her heard her true in her estuary of blue mud it held her held her fast a defian
MY FOREVER VALENTINE
this poem goes out to that special person in everyone"s life! as for me, I wrote this poem soley for jasmine; my four legged wife!
S O M E T H I N G T O L I V E F O R
Don't know the author, I must say it is inspirational !
A Beautiful Mind
I sometimes wonder where we would be without the caring people in this sad world.
The Taxi Driver
The lady is very lonely Doesn't she feel the tears on her cheek Too bad he left her somewhere on this lonely street One of her high heels has broken so she walks on her bare feet The rain has started falling and soon blue memories will be calli
the willow signs her name on the river
when the playing cards fall from the poker game of life in name or in spirit I'll always call you wife you watched me live my dreams as I trapped the river, free you only caught a fleeting glimpse of how we used to be the river shares
No winners
I don't know I just did. I guess I wanted to bring across two hearts that beat as one, that are ment to be together and yet can't be.Soulmates separated. Love is a sacrifice and both lovers sacrificed alot for the other and yet...before them is a bridge/a secret that nobody is sure they can cross and not die.
City Reality
Busy day in a busy city and it just came to me.
Two seeds
A simple poem of 2 souls meeting, the potential they share as one and how quick all can be lost.
A loving hand
A poem for those looking for love, or wishing to nurture love.
Love's Castaway
Hope....
Sir Cafe......
This poem was originally written for a dear friend of mine after several personal discussions with him regarding his particular challenges at the time. Jim was, and still is an incredible person....his legacy will live on forever, and his extremely strong testimony of our Dear Saviour Jesus Christ has all but ensured his well-being eternally. God bless you my dear brother, you have been an amazing friend to me and so many others here. You will be severely missed.
When Love Dies
When love dies Because of lies No tears in your eyes No smile upon your face All that’s left is an empty space Feeling numb acting dumb All You want to do was run played the game always took the blame lied and lied cried and cri
Let Your Eyes
Never mind what to say let your eyes do the talking Never mind right or wrong Let your eyes do the forgiving Never mind once we were young and now we are getting old Just look at me and let your eyes Touch my soul I'm no good at this I kno
Don't go there
Don't go there Cries the hidden voice Inviting lush water's edge Hidden dangers lurk Shortness of breath Freezes ones sense Express ones breath Frozen from water's deep Danger lurks pulls from beneath It waits for You and him and her
MOONLIGHT
magical moonlight......
the fall from grace
When CS becomes too real
In The Lovely Town Of You And Me
In the lovely town of you and me People live so happily The presence of somewhere special is in the air Smiling faces are everywhere An early morning cup of coffee And in the afternoon maybe a cup of tea Everything is going swell would you st
Convict Chains
* The Cat "O" Nine Tails (a whip used to punish convicts). ** Foveaux, a particularly cruel Govenor; in charge of the convict settlement on Norfolk Island.
Shy guys.
Don't be shy.. Just say hi.. I don't bite. ??
the artist
our tale begins midwinter in austere and ancient rooms.. where landlords sold satanic ales to drink away life's glooms a tortured artist drinks alone his circumstances dire sheltering in his suffering ways adjacent to the fire the world h
BECAUSE OF ME
I wrote this poem at school when I was about 14 or 15 I spent a lot of time on it rhyming the 1st and 3rd lines plus the 2nd and 4th lines in each verse. I secretly continued writing it even during my maths class... hence I wasn't much good at maths Lol. I used this poem to help me in the practice of o*al English and elocution lessons... hence I ended up learning it off by heart and rewriting it later in life. It was particularly helpful as I was dyslexic and terrified of reading out aloud.
Gods gift
I am but a poet a horseman and recorder of life and reality I have seen my mother and father battle life’s journeys Tis lore and harmony that I write about the true meaning of what is seen this poem is about the thoughts of a mere male who believes that there is two in life not one The heart is one the soul is one yet together two bodies are one thank you for reading my works
SOMETIMES....RUN.
just randon thoughts.......
The lionheart.........
This fella was the epitome of the Lions function .........dedicated and loyal to the very end .......for AJ
Anna loves her Jesus
Another one of my unfinished songs re a born again Christian I knew in college. THE PRAYER: I found myself hiding in my dorm room in Pentagon Dorm. After seven years trying to fix myself since high school and running from people out of fear. I thought OMG I'm never ever going to be better! How can i endure this? Will i be living with social phobia when im 60!! Even at this point no prayer was said yet not until i thought OMG being at college is supposed to be the happiest time of my life. I THEN CRACKED! It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Spontaneously i sent out a pure heartfelt honest sincere desperate cry for help. I TRIED I CAN'T DO IT BY MYSELF, LORD I NEED HELP. I wish i had journaled what happened in that moment bc i don't remember exactly, which is a bummer, but the next day seemingly out of the blue i decided to thank God for anything positive that might happen during the day even if it was just smile from someone. the cool thing was i actually felt gratitude as positive things began to pile up. I figure on some level i must of turned it over to God. Since He is now running the show or why would i the next day be thanking him for any positive experiences. Why didnt i do it yesterday or a week before. What im saying is something happened out of that prayer either I dont remember or something below my consciousness. This next thing is hard to communicate but I deducted if i did remember what happened in that instance after THE PRAYER i would be propelled back into that sacred holy space.(which is rare for me and out of my control). Just a theory I would be reliving it not just remembering it. Anyway in a month i was completely transformed and having a blast! During this time i felt a strong desire to make up for lost time. And not fall victim to that Mr Grinch part of me that was so afraid of what people might think that kept me not being me and living afraid in a cage called: What will people think! If there was a devil this would be the perfect way to sabotage someone from preventing them from living out their potential! Now though after my transformation which included waking up each morning jumping out of bed cant wait to start the day and go out into the world and be with people. Also l also had a strong need to let people know that they had inherent greatness within them. That they are not seeing their potential. Just like me before the prayer. Interesting tho this thing l was going thru was similar to what l read many years later about what Joseph Campbell talked about re all the hero's journey stories in mythology. After the hero goes thru his trails and is transformed by them he would have the option to go back into the world to help people achieve what he had achieved. l ended up doing outrageous things(a part of me wanted to make up for lost opportunities)BTW it was at this time i started Anna’s Song. Years later looking back I realized it was the happiest time of my life!
the lawyer and the fisherman
lawyer I met on account of a bet which was owed yet un-honoured to me I took her for chips in a forest of ships she chose a symphony now a concert hall let me hasten to tell was just about my perception of hell then qui
The period
Period...
Another Debate
I should probably get another interest that is more peaceful, like bird watching!
Time To Time
Abstractive thinking about the meaning of live, love, joy, and happiness.
DAWN IN THE GLEN
Just felt fanciful!
i"m off to kitty heaven
i"ve never been the same since i lost my jasmine in 2014.i figure its time.
Sorry
Sorry the sky isn’t blue Sorry no hugs for you Sorry I lied Sorry had to hide Sorry you attacked me Sorry you slapped me Sorry you ran out of the room SorryI sprayed you with perfume. Sorry you're so bizarre Sorry I wanted to punch yo
"Captivated by a smile"
I dont really do this, but "oh my gosh, this woman has a beautiful smile"
The Last Bonfire
Reflections of life along the shores of a big freshwater lake, where many years in our youth were like seasons when all would meet together and party around a large bonfire until the end of each season such as when the darkness and ice of winter came.
"His to keep."
Ever wonder if life is just a series of randomness. Or is filled with preordained mile marks of destiny. Does selflessness worth more than pleasures of selfishness? At the end of life is there judgement of one's deeds their pitiless virulence vers
HEART WEALTH
Feeling taken for granted, is not unconditional love......
Reflections
Life has so many tiny pieces scattered all around us......
THIRD PARTY.
often a new relationship comes with commitments.....children......
SEEKING......
some prefer the early feelings....othesr want to jump the initial moments, and rush to conclusion.....
Apocolypse
I dreamed it vividly one night.
FAMILY BONDS.
On one of those days, you tend to cruise Doing chores, just the ones you choose Stress not a factor, taking your time At one with the universe, all is fine Trying to keep warm, though outside The scene is still, no nature rides On a breeze, t