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A Hundred Love Poems Or More

Why was that girl always on my mind did I look like a fool oh my For her I wrote a hundred love poems or more It's a little late to apologize but I'm going to try It's very hard to find the words I'm looking for At last it has come to my at

on a train to Cornwall

I sit transfixed as thought it flies to see warmth twice inside her eyes reflected in the glassy pane two pupils flower past disdain a look of summer dressed in light a thirst beyond the drink of sight some lust for life and

Granny's Bread. (Sestina).

Sestina A complex French verse form, usually unrhymed, consisting of six stanzas of six lines each and a three-line envoy. The end words of the first stanza are repeated in a different order as end words in each of the subsequent five stanzas; the closing envoy contains all six words, two per line, placed in the middle and at the end of the three lines. The patterns of word repetition are as follows, with each number representing the final word of a line, and each row of numbers representing a stanza: 1 2 3 4 5 6 6 1 5 2 4 3 3 6 4 1 2 5 5 3 2 6 1 4 4 5 1 3 6 2 2 4 6 5 3 1 (6 2) (1 4) (5 3) I decided to link the end words as versions of the words for musical notes, or words that sounded like them.

Spring Mix

Inspired by spring

Paul Hollywood

Just a bit of fun, a poem about my celeb crush lol

Synchronicity

I need some Synchronicity To have the possibility Of finding out how I can see the light The ones I want to talk to most Are the father son and Holy Ghost I need to know where I should be tonight. So Christine take us by the hand

? Sorry don't have one yet.

I’d like to be a nest if you were a little bird. I’d like to be a scarf if you were a neck and were cold. If you were music, I’d be an ear. If you were water, I’d be a glass. If you were light, I’d be an eye. If you were a foot, I’d

The Girl In Question

Oh dear lady where might you be The girl in question Is the answer I need Does she exist or just in my head Every time I write about her the ink keeps turning red The girl in question knows nothing I have said Looking at letters on typewrit

The Garden Of Eden

Before man there was the sun and the moon And even the stars appeared soon Then man came along believin' He would always be the ruler over the Garden of Eden One day he met his wife and then for some reason They knew their lives would be cut a

Touch of Autumn

Autumn well in the air here in NZ

The Sun The Wind And Me

There's nothing to write but write anyway There's nothing to say but say anyway There's nothing to do but do you know The sun and the warm breeze know what to do The sun arrived early this morning The wind came by a little latter I listen for a

Night Light ( Cinquain )

Stresses Per Line The first line has one stress, which was usually iambic meter with the first syllable unstressed and the second stressed. Line two has two stresses. Line three has three stresses. Line four has four stresses. Line five has one stress. Syllables Per Line Following the invention of this form, Crapsey made changes to the form and included a certain number of syllables per line. Line one had two syllables. Line two had four syllables. Line three had six syllables. Line four had eight syllables. Line five had two syllables. There are other forms of cinquain but I liked this one.

My Dream

We should listen to our dreams.

Sixty Blues

I'm real gone like the sixty blues Change came along but I said refuse Cause I dig the sixties still walking in my shoes It's a beat like hey man here's the jive You know everybody knows it's hip to be alive Living life is a work of art Paint

Dante: nature is the art of God

(or the unwitting brilliance of someone who didn't know it) you never walked.. 'twas more the curve of the earth.. found a mooring.. in the shape of your foot you never sang..' twas more a distillation of vibrated yearning.. and what emerged..

BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH

I was half awake and half asleep the other morning and I saw this with my eyes closed. Believe it or not - it's up to you.

I CAN'T REMEMBER -- author unknown

I'm 70years old, I read this poem for the first time when I was about 8, my mother had got it from a friend at work.

ballad of a backwards playing jukebox

I'm going down to the record station.. I'm gonna buy me a backwards jukebox.. I'm going to play all my favourite songs wearing nothing.. but my hat and my socks and listen to Blaze.. as he sings every song.. ending to start.. and ill get all my s

You gotta love him.

It's not about what's on the outside.

Turn On A Dime

Turn on a dime and look my way Put on the brakes my baby If you believe that music is in the air Give love a chance it's only fair Add your change to the jukebox And play your favorite goldilocks song Take my hand for this dance As we move

Easter Traditions

I colored my Easter eggs this morning.

School

This story was one of the biggest of the last century. Unfortunately, it still is being repeated in different ways in different cities and small towns all over this country.

Ain't no Bananas on Mars

The uniqueness of Earth..

No One's Gonna Mention The Time

It doesn't take money to write It doesn't take success to rhyme But it takes a good heart to be polite And no one's gonna mention the time It doesn't take money to look at a blue sky It doesn't take advice to walk by a clear stream But it tak

No One's Gonna Mention The Time

poem was edited

The Last Of Days

In years gone by people knew why Men were men And women were women The compass point use to say Jesus saves Now it's been thrown away And no one wants to find it in the last of days Now it's a text message race A rocket ship to mars And m

HAUNTING SEARCH

Different to the types of subjects I normally write about. Up late one night ...

No ideal answer

There is no ideal answer to life's dilemmas or its demise No ultimate thought or idea or eloquent word to enlighten our eyes All there are but perceptions and often projections Just individual interjections hoping somehow we can pause for

That thing you want to try

ALONENESS

Aloneness is different from loneliness It is an occasion for personal growth It gives an insight into humanness And helps us realize our self worth Being with others continually Denies us from ever having a chance To look at ourselves objecti

notes on a woman

you know the summer's fading.. and the night is getting cold.. there's an east wind in the harbour.. and lord knows I'm getting old.. and my work it takes me everywhere.. and nowhere fast and slow.. it takes a man to plough an acre.. it takes a w

Plutonic Temple

Should anyone read it, bear in mind that it is art, an expression of it through writing. It was however inspired by my initial awakening & how unsettling & awkward it was in the inability to convey something I did not yet understand. They say the more you learn, the crazier you will sound & the more intelligent a person actually is, the lonelier the life they live. I do not accept that answer. Life is experienced in the way you yourself choose to experience it just as people treat us only how we allow ourselves to be treated. Knowledge is power, truly. Once the buzz is felt from the power, from that point on.......it is now addiction.

Heaven is near

Tell the moon and tell the sun There's life and love when we are one Heaven is near Heaven is near Showers of light and love will shine like the mourning dove in kind Heaven is near no more fear Tell the mountains and the sea it's all

Fire of Love

If I could feel your body close to mine. I think it would take my breath away. To feel your lips upon mine. Is a dream where I wish to stay. We are locked together in the dance of life. No wish to be free. Just you and me. Looking like cut ou

Natural Balance

Inspired by reality of a dream. She is a myth, a fable. Over the decades & many many an expedition, I have encountered Bigfoot twice now in my lifelong quest to find the "one" That should tell you something in a world plunged into the sea of never ending temptation & opportunity.

Don’t drop me in it

Men, what are they like?

the cowboy and the mermaid

there's a golden sun on a spinning wheel there's a yellow fleck in a pan full of steel there's the fire I spat and the breath I once drew there's work that I'm doing and the work that I do there's a girl, half fish singing songs abo

canderel

Your just like canderel, the artificial sweetener. full of shite I dont understand. not real and leave's a bitter after tasting pill. need double the amount just to compensate. dissolves in second's, but remains. that slightly unnatural feeling it p

Lyin eyes

For the many lies we say to avoid hurting one another of the truth.

The pain of love

When the pain of love is just too much that eventually one needs a crutch to hold together the pieces of a fragmented heart When nothing seems to matter As that last desperate effort to salvage what is left We are still in bereft When

Sarah Montague

Every week day at one p.m. the object of my heart’s desire hosts a news programme on the radio.