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Break Free
Heart aching for the freedom we are losing everyday in the world
Two-thirty
musing on the day. What's your favourite time?
Earth
This one I wrote was 12-10-1993. This is the idea of pre-history, history, future tense post-history and then a time when there will be no history at all. With Thanksgiving drawing near, you may want to be sated with what you have now. It's better than being solo. Like Earth.
thought
thought
A Walkers Ramblings
Along the footpaths a mile and a half's stroll Cross the motorway good job there's no toll Ice House wood where summer flowers bloom Negotiate the road where cars and lorries zoom. Up Dog and Bear lane at a steady amble Into the trees and skir
Penfriends
Dedicated to CS penfriends......The Agony Aunt I'll never see....
Green Mussels
Weekday escape to a quiet beach
Christmas
christmas
HER
ITS IN THE POEM
Soul
just is
Xi Jinping and the Rejuvenators
Club Chinese
Paperboys day
Memories of Youth
Tech rant
Tiring of the IT change onslaught
For a fighter
Try to make yourself see how bad you are maybe in your decisions, maybe you are going through a bad time, but do not give up It is the solution, set your sights on what you have to do to get out of any problem
nothing
I listen to the loneliness of those that reside here, to hell with the world and all its fear, dont spend your time in contemplation, of what it could have been, you are all it was and all you could have been, tomorrow is not the beginning or all tha
PRICELESS
Torn canvases in an empty room The pain inside this tomb Soul shattered by crowd that booms Shouting your weaknesses across streets so dense You question yourself over and over inside your doom To rise above your depleted strength and sense To
Privacy
Looking for a private moment in a world that is obviously out of control with tracking you!
Float Away
Lost love, dead marriage, loathing her husband and pretends to love him for that night and drinks herself to sleep until she floats away. Grasping at straws before the final end.
No Place For The Holidays
My mom went in a nursing home, so my favorite three holidays will have no family in them, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas, because her house got sold this summer. This is a parody of There's No Place Like Home For The Holidays.
Two Friends Of Mine.
A Sonnet dedicated to my two life-long friends.
Conscience
Just as I ponder on my thoughts I feel uneasy to comprehend For life itself is a struggle People say only the fittest will survive Am I one of the fittest? Have I been the cause for someone or something to lose the chance To survive in this w
Geraldine
I remember, when I was about five, being bullied, I remember, Geraldine, like a saviour, came to save me, I was about five, she was only about eight,, but she was like a super hero to me, that was my sister, I love her,, I know I dont tell her, but ,
Love
Emerald eyes had to stare smile ear to ear Tall and lean sexy in jeans silent screams Lips shinny and moist sexy voice filled with lust bodies encrust that’s the night I fell in love
Pepperoni logic
Playing with Steely Dan's Pretzel Logic, a classic..
Glitter Stars
Stargazing
Wasted Years
This is a reflection of keeping yourself pure for someone for six years and then they moved on.
Stone Wall
Posted: May 2016 About this poem: Spring in the New England woods
Chitter-Chatter
Last of New England’s fall days. Leaves have almost completely dropped and the sun is now low in the sky.
Peace
Contemplation time - Poem by Sara Teasdale 1884 - 1933 "Sara Teasdale was an American lyric poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914. In 1918 she won a Pulitzer Prize for her 1917 poetry collection Love Songs."
Tapestry
This is my poem and it is to explain how life twists and turns. I’m relaxed with a coffee as I write this original work.
Pay your way
its life as we know it jim.
Wonder
Nothing
Awakening
Remember WHAT you are.
Celestial Realm Captains
just trying to be ironic .. but not always successful (((
Yvonne
She saved me!
Eating Thanksgiving Food
I am getting a turkey and a ham at work in about a week, I'll have to save the wishbone. I know that neither Indian or native american is the proper term, but I can't remember what they were called in Massachusetts. I also noticed the butter I buy no longer has an Indian woman on it.
Whiplash Soup
Dada ramble
Raindrops
Personal reflections in the gloom of a rainy day.
Love inkind
something nice for an afternoon
Contemplation
Just thinking
Flat
If flat earth is where it’s at And round globes are actually flat Contemplating that and this Upon the heavenly stars we wish Those luminous balls of plasma Enchanting us with bright charisma Those ley lines that are crossing The earth l