A Continuum We Are
A zigsaw poem? and just wondering how the pieces-the phrases might fit together. Believe there is a central theme here. If we turn it upside down........
In Love
Self explanatory
Justice is served
we won
Water Without Judgement
The title ‘Water Without Judgement’ popped into my head and it stuck. Huh? What could that mean? Wrote this about 30 years ago and I still wonder. Think I was reading Will Durant’s ‘Story of Philosophy’ at the time. So this book and other works of different philosophers brought my writing of poetry often to take on a philosophical bent.
A Day at the Beach
A poem of reflection while looking out at the ocean horizon. Maybe you experienced something like this?
This Paper Stage
A poem dedicated to writers in voices of different forms/genres. Of the styles to chose from- chant seems the most close to my poem’s style but that doesn’t quiet nail it for me. Any thoughts on this?
Under The Fridge
I should clean you more often, so i hear From the bugs that came out from there, last year. I should care and tidy, what others don't Got, I should keep maintaining my fire, so it stays hot. It should be kept spotless, and not a flaw. Cause,
On My Way..............
A contrast of colours due to dry winter and the farmers wartering the new crops as I make my way back to this special place ................each time I come here I discover something different and this is only on the way .......... I am so blessed
Strawberry Pie
Taking the day off from work to go to a parade and homecoming football game for the college here in Platteville tomarrow.
The End
The pain … I think … I can no longer take it It bores into me, through my skull, into my brain And from there it spreads outwards, like a wave Burning every fibre of my being, leaving desolation I was not always like this, at some time normal
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~ Love's Dream ~
~ Are you seeking the one for you ~ Your prince charming
~ Love's Dream ~
~ Are you seeking the one for you ~ Your prince charming
A Different Time Of The Day
I came through your town at a different time of the day It was getting late darkness was just a stones throw away And God seemed so close to me his spirit was revealing Through fading clouds a flickering star in the sky I noticed your Wednesda
Elusive
This poem is about a guy who likes a girl but doesn't have the courage to talk to her. I've been looking for that someone for quiet a while now. Tell you the truth that poem just came out. I'm really surprised that I wrote it at all..hope you like it
My Lady’s Pink Blues
Written for a girlfriend a few years ago, expressions and impressions of our most passionate moments
My Lady’s Pink Blues
Written for a girlfriend a few years ago, expressions and impressions of our most passionate moments
scattered thoughts (pensieri sparsi)
Only small thoughts... Solo piccoli pensieri...
~ Eternal love ~
Tis Love in Bloom! Have you been there?
Cousins
I like my cousins they all like me They're the best cousins that ever could be They've all got medals for good behavior And they are humble naturally They're all good lookin' with hearts of gold And talk of bravery there's none so bold The
Will you still be there ?
Love for life ? Dream or reality ? I would say possibility.. but how long ? Forever has a date.. so as long as possible.
Just Part Of The Crowd
Hello friends and strangers Been a long time since we met Hello friends and strangers How many memories did we forget Now when we hear laughter It doesn't sound near as loud I use to be part of the family Now I'm just part of the crowd Oh
a three lined poem
This talks about .... Looking at the autumn sky at dawn. A scenic beauty. As the dawn breaks to a new day, the faint dark night brightens up to a new day. However, it's autumn. Leaving the three warm seasons behind and experiencing the cold of winter. Though everything is being lit up by the warm sun, the warmth disappear to a wintry cold instead. Life can be an autumn dawn. A season of pleasant weather and dawn a period of time which darkness creeps to light. However, as the dawn gives way to a bright sky, it is the end of autumn. Darkness may have left but autumn paves it's way to a winter chill. We may pass through events of life-a dark path then there's light. Night can turn to day and day turns into night again.It's the cycle of life
The Unknown
What is that sound beneath my bed Or is it something that’s in my head The sound of claws upon the wall Footsteps that echo down the hall The scuttling sound upon the floor The persistent banging on the door A silent scream that’s barely
Kavanaugh
The big story this week is the Kavanaugh hearing.
I dream
My father always saw me as a useless daydreamer.. last year he commented on a picture on my Facebook by saying "are you still dreaming!" This was my answer to his question.. unfortunately he doesn't speak English.. so he'll never know what I dream about!!! ??
Daughter of the ether
Dedicated to all ppl who lives a neverending dream
What is Haunting Me?
What may haunt us inside or outside of ourselves? This is one that just ‘came to me’- you know, the muse came to visit for a while. The setting is ‘walking through the spooky ole woods alone’ but I think there’s more to the story. What do you think? And this also evolved to become a song.
Tellin” Things No One Else Should Know
This is actually lyrics for a song I wrote for a female friend going through a tough time. Begins with -I can tell you things...... and then- You can tell me things... A symbolizing of an open communication of the heart between friends
Always In My Dreams
You're over there and I'm over here I'll drop a line in between If you can't reply just read this and sigh I love you and you're always in my dreams You're over there and I'm over here I guess that will always be the scene Be that as it may j
~ The Question ~
Does she or doesn't she?
Sonnet No1
My work sometimes requires me to visit people's homes, where I often get an insight into their lifestyle. This is an attempt to describe one in particular.
The Ramblers
Since I became a poet, just the other day, I can't seem to stop slipping into verse. This was inspired by my observations while out walking with the Ramblers.
A Voices Call
I just made a few subtle changes as original post was first draft. Is about love or loss thereof comments welcome as always
~ Desire of a Woman in Love ~
What does a woman really want?
Shadder o’these Maountains
Speaking in a little hill farmer dialect still used in this little corner of Yankeeland.
STARTING FROM THE END
It's about LOVE
Beacon of Stars
Always happy for comments to try and improve. for me this is about hope, inspiration ,each of us will take from it what we feel or need. Hope you liked it. Thanks for Looking in. If you have time please read some of my other attempts and again very Happy for any type of comments but polite please.. :-))
Cold Reserve
I wrote this one when I was 15 years old
The Only One
The only one who loves me is Jesus The only one who saved me is Jesus The only one who doesn't condemn The only one who is my friend The only one who won't forsake me The only one who will take me Just as I am and with his plan place me in he
Michael Moore
You finally came to our area No more going to Madison to see your films For once you picked a popular subject Donald Trump And why we got him as president in the first place Did you answer the question of why the United States has so many murder
Wife
‘Wife!,' cried the impatient husband. ‘Fetch me my boots, I have friends I need to meet.’ Fetch them yourself, thought the wife, as she delivered them to his feet. ‘Wife!,' cried the greedy husband. ‘Get me food, for my hunger must be satisfied