I wonder
do you think you could write your feelings in one line, do you think you could write your feeling at any time? did your heart break once? do you want to do it one time? Impossible not one,, not two,, not any line, I wonder,, I wonder, where it all we
Corporate
I'd love to write a story, that everyone could see, the story of life, the story of us and me, somehow, to show how we came to be, where we are now, and what we want to see, corporate foundations are made up of people, like us, but somehow lost, in g
Her Again!
She never says anything wrong,she sings, soulfully and wonderfully, beautiful song, she is only two foot tall,,, he, he,,of course thats not funny,,,but when she stands behind the couch we cant see,,, her,,,little short legs, personality that glows
Its not dinner.
How would you write the story of life? Without being stabbed, with a knife, how would you say, its not that real, something you can feel? You can't.. it' impossible, its not that real, hide behind protective layers, thats what we do,,, thats our pray
Pink
Meant to be pink, but born blue,who knew?, not me, not even you, and the whole world was green, something you could not let be seen, then the coloures faded as life went on, green turned to grey, blue took a new hue, pink got lost, somewhere in my t
BIG? BROTHER?
He's our big brother, what he says goes, he loves us more than anyone knows, everything he says is always true, when he wants your opinion, he will give it to you! What could we do without his direction?, NOTHING, this
NOTHING PERSONAL (from one who knows...)
Face it Death’s a bit of a disappointment I hope nothing will be spoiled here but it is definitely not what it’s been cut out to be Its colossal build-up over the centuries is absolutely unjustified and its terrifying caricatures often
Little Black Sambo
Childhood memories of Little Black Sambo and the tigers, anyone else read that stuff before it was deemed inappropriate? I liked it, never really clicked it was about an Indian child..
Not Tonight
Theres a shadow that falls in my life, across what is or can be, something too far for me to see, ,,,,, hmm, I really want to know, what is love? how does it grow?, hmm,, I can see, she went to bed,.,, sorrrrrrrweeee,,, heeeeeee, xxxxxxxxx
Who told you?
Who told you THAT story of life? THAT STORY cuts like a knife, a fable , you are not able , ,,, to resist,, takes over your life? And you cease to exist on your own?, you need help from above? you need love?, to protect you from what? someth
SNAP JUDGEMENT
Milan Springtime Twilight From my window I see four men formally suited with raised fists and open mouths My camera is set One finger prods one shoulder one foot advances I ‘CLICK’. All those in the street have turned toward
911
The term aesthetic arrest was first used by James Joyce in his book A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. The philosopher, historian and theologian Joseph Campbell, also a Joyce scholar, explained aesthetic arrest as,"A simple beholding of the object... you experience a radiance. You are held in aesthetic arrest. This radiance, the perception of beauty, is regarded as a communication of the hidden power behind the world, shining through some physical form."
A part of me
My inner child
PROLUTION
“In the future, all parts of the body and brain,” the professor beamed at his rapt audience “will be replaceable.” “PROMAN will pursue his ever-adjustable programs forever. He will affix to and discard from his body, as required, all th
The Other Side
“Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too.” (Omar Khayyam – The Rubaiyat, verse 46) Omar Khayyam was a Persian mathematician, astronomer, and poet. He was born on May 18, 1048 and died on December 4, 1131. The verse of his poem quoted was written more than nine centuries ago. The message of his poem still holds today. My poem, “The Other Side”, is in line with the quoted verse from Khayyam's poem and is not meant to disparage the religious beliefs of anyone.
The road to Killybegs
So many Irish on this site, why not write of the Emerald land??
No words
Daddy wont you keep me safe, daddy wont you keep me safe, Im only two, I depend on you, daddy wont you keep me safe. Daddy, please dont walk away, daddy stay with me today, daddy dont go, I love you so, daddy please, dont you know?
I am Not A Poet !!!!!
A realisation that I am not very artistic. Should have made more effort as had plenty of time. So think I probably have lots of talent too but too lazy to make things happen . Guess there is time but I am the same . Lol :) Folks don’t get bored or annoyed . I am just passing time .
ODE TO A TWIN SOUL
ANT you cringe you flee but I stamp you out You are no more Yet we share endless living for neither of us can experience an existence that has ceased You ANT unable to even dream of Immortality have thus escaped it I who once y
Cheers mate
That's ma word Give thanks I give thanks for you And you and you and you And yes you too And oh yes, giving thanks for me too This thanks more than just a positive vibration This thanks bursts banks of any negative situation So Thank you ve
LIVING IT UP
If I am the ‘me’ that decides what I see and thus am an ‘I’ not a ‘we’ why do I hear so many ‘I’s proclaiming themselves to be ‘we’? i.e., “we are all equal we must be free we should be saving the world…” I don’t recall my consent to
Unique
I never knew the flower that fell, I never knew, who you were, I never knew you, I never knew my heart would break, only for,,for your sake, and now I feel, that life goes on,,, without your perfect song,, an angelic beauty born to be,, for you,, a
The Clouds
I wrote this one 12-28-2021. I wrote and rewrote this in a few different ways just because I liked the stanza part (And now we're here, Dig...) Allow yourself to perceive what the song means on your own accord of thought.
WORDPLAY
If from sleep I awaken I'm alive If I never wake up again I'm dead - which however I cannot experience I think this is unfair and to offer Death its fair share of existence I now rename ‘Life’ ‘Death’ At last I can enjoy the '
Contains Quinine
Tonic water and Cuba
The asent of man. A riddle What points in history am I refering to. overall also
This is a riddle can you tell me the events is history and the over all theme that I refer to in this riddle?
Our apple trees
Our apple trees bore fruit, not this time but in previous years, I wonder will they bloom next year?, I wonder? I smile through tears, loving the most wonderful years, of our time spent together,, I just want you to be with me FOREVER! XXXX YVONNE
Our World
Lets start a whole new world, just you and me, we will banish bankers, politicans, big business,leave everyone equal, how would THAT be?, are they as equal as me, hey, I'm taller, I need more space, cant be stuck face to face, and theres another, h
THE SECOND THOUGHT
What is more boring than dying? It’s a terrible waste of time: lying there twiddling my eyebrows or dreaming up words that might rhyme. Why don’t I chant a ‘te deum’ or swear repenting remorse or scream for succour or sanctum or plead for
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My PERFECT grandson!!!
Linear way?
So we live our lives in a linear way, we are born, we live, we die, nothing more to say? First Spring, wonderful and new, then Summer appears, brings happiness and fears, seems to last so long, but then its gone, and Autumn takes its rightful place
CURE-ALL
Alas the implacable enemy of man is not himself but what he thinks he ought to be What he had done but shouldn’t have done makes what he didn’t do but should have done pale If life were only just he would be able to edit con
Life in dreams
Sometimes i really don"t want to wake up.....
THE PERSIAN PETARD
In a Tehran hotel I asked for a room “a small one if possible please” A young man with keys escorted me up a couple of flights selected a door and went in He told me the price and concealing my shock I decided on saving my face by requesting
My eyes are brown not blue
I think I was in 7th grade when I wrote this poem. I always wanted to have blue eyes I always thought they were so pretty. But I knew I was beautiful inside even with my brown eyes.
CREDULIBILITY
l am informed that our sun’s journey will take umpteen to-the-power-of-umpteen millennia to reach the ‘constellation of Hercules’ which will have departed long before I get there I learned this from a monkey You question my sanity? Th
Tropical Splendour
This is my signature piece of writing, as conveyed in the last three paragraphs: "At such moments alone with nature one can feel a strange unity .with everything around. Unity that is so strong and overpowering that one loses consciousness of one's individual self; one has no consciousness of time and space but only of that moment - the infinite eternal NOW. One's consciousness seems to merge with a deeper consciousness of the unity of all things in nature and the cosmos. One experiences an awareness of a deeper reality that is impossible to describe in words. One makes contact with one's cosmic roots in a dimension where time and space are irrelevant. It is the synchronisation of one's consciousness with the absolute and ultimate reality of the cosmos." As a young boy, around nine or ten, I used to love to be in the sugar-cane fields in my native tropical island, Trinidad. I got a natural high, being dazzled by the brilliant sunshine and listening to the sighing of the sugar cane leaves as they swayed in the breeze like the waves of the ocean. I felt that Nature was speaking to me, transporting me to another world where I connected with my cosmic roots, becoming part of the unity of all things.
Silence Molds the Clouds All day
inspired by Beatle's: - Julia - Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, Touch me, So I sing a song of love, Julia
Ahmaud Arbery
Travis McMicheal sentenced to life no parole Gregory McMicheal: life no parole William Bryan: life w parole after 30yrs RIP Ahmaud.
Yup
Make up u mind
SAFE CONFESSION
Hear the greatest cretin in existence who has taught himself Want not Have Purpose not Gratitude who has longed for Other not Here Then not Now who has betrayed principles concocted artifices instigated machinations contrived ambush
Memories
Not all memories are good