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Cafe challenge who would she be

Cafe challenge (who would she be)?

All in good fun................right? Lol

My Crush

My Crush

You're young I'm old Something's begining to unfold Your cheerful I'm tearful We better be careful Your mature I'm imature We make a beautiful picture Your dark skinned I'm light skinned Baby come in Your lips are pink My lips are

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR MARTINA

May we all join to greet our beautiful long time member poet friend of ours..MS RAPTURE CAPTURE, OUR BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED AND LOVELY MARTINA Thanks..

Always Bring A Knife To A Gun Fight

Always Bring A Knife To A Gun Fight

Shoulder to shoulder Army and Marines 21st century soldier lethal killing machines Were to take this strong hold and set nations free Starting with ridding this city from insurgent filled streets Gave civilians early warning tomorrow we'll invade

sweet dreams 40 word challenge

sweet dreams [40 word challenge

close those eyes feel this breath sweet blowing kisses ever so softly in tenderness into your sleep a moonlight shadow gently caresses softly upon your cheek peach lips kiss sweet melting honey into those dusky dreams held only in par

healing drops 14 words

healing drops [14 words]

harvesting tears each drop a pearl loves jewel in salted wounds begins healing emotions

your hands and more

your hands and more

Just a dream I hope for you to share

lonely this christmas

lonely this christmas

cried in hurt on christmas alone slowly i will take my poetry of site you have all been great friends i will answer everyone i loved your company but my heads not in the right place happy christmas everyone and have a wonderful new year love liam

Forever Friends

~~~Forever Friends.~~~

Thanks to the lovely comments and kindness of my poet friends....I will be a "weekend member" for a while.....I'll try hard to catch up !

Cad Mle Filte Sonnet

Céad Míle Fáilte ! (Sonnet)

An Irish invitation to an English lady. I know from your posts dear that you yearn to get away for a while.... So just for the craic come over to visit your auld poet buddy and I'll help you trace your Irish ancestry. Don't mind the poem dear, that's just the type of romantic Irish clown I can be. You'd be very safe with Mick.

A few extra pounds

A few extra pounds

A few extra pounds weighed heavy on her mind But her electrifying smile was one of a kind The other girls in the office could swish and sway They thought slim and slender would win the day But their pride was hurt when that man walked in A

Royal Ball

Royal Ball

All the autumn trees decked out in their royal robes of color

Buried

Buried

Mind you "Life" doesnt quite taste as good as a large Brandy!!

My Darkest Place

My Darkest Place

Black is made up of many colors, you can find them

Your God

Your God

I spent a good portion of my life believing what I was told to believe. Someone help me find the truth? I will believe in the God who speaks with me. I will not hold court with riddles and history. If I am to believe in a God, it will be the Living God. It will be one concerned with my existence. It will not be an ancient sovereign who is beyond my reach. It will be He who Cares and Touches my Soul, Not the cold and isolated, distant Father of the sinful Church. I AM WORTH KNOWING- SHARE YOURSELF WITH ME.

HO HO HO lol

HO....HO.....HO!...........lol

I BELIEVE!!!!!......xxx

I love you

I love you…

Note: [‘I love you…’, All gurus, all religions, all of the spiritual paths tell us that this is the most transformative phrase in the universe… Why then do we not use it every chance we get? Recently, I came across a group of people who live, and I mean really live this dictum, I love you… They end their emails and telephone conversations with it, they hug and kiss strangers and tell them, I love you… I promise you, I’ll never forget the first time a guy said ‘I love you’ to me, and even more amazing, was that I reciprocated and meant it… Wow, what an unparalleled experience… I still find it very hard to say ‘I love you’ to a guy…, but, I’m practicing… I am Hellene(Greek), but born and bred outside of Hellas(Greece), I will never forget the first time a male fellow-Hellene kissed me on both cheeks as he greeted me, I broke out in an embarrassed cold sweat, it was always a warm glow and sheen, though, when an attractive young female Hellene greeted me that way…, so, yes, the concept is ancient, but, there’s something dramatically different about the way this group I referred to, does it. They do it from a place deep inside themselves, a place which recognizes that we’re all One! Further, they’ve come to this after a lot of study, meditation and discussion… And, no, they’re not the hippies and flower children of yesteryear constantly high on something, No, they’re educated, somber, responsible family men and women and even children are picking up on the love vibe…]

I want to die

I want to die

not literally die just find her and collapse in her arms for the night.

my crazy psyche

my crazy psyche.

There's a craziness inside me, I'm afraid to let out. It provokes & disturbs me, Sometimes I need to scream, out loud. It's not a danger to anyone, It's just a voice, I hear. A voice without reason, That I cannot share. Sometimes the voice t

THE HIGHWAYMAN

THE HIGHWAYMAN

inspired by a flickering candle.......lol.....Andrew.....xxx

That Pain

That Pain

translation

The Really Really Short Version of the Bible

The Really Really Short Version of the Bible

I tried to write this as a cliff notes version for someone who had never heard of the bible. I left out one of my favorite stories. The one where the little girl asks for the head of John the Baptist on a platter. Mark 6:14-30

your rugged soulful face

your rugged soulful face

just a thought

redemption

What a memory. Only I will know. thanks for all your read and comments

Three

Three

There are no challenges Where I reside For deserted by myself Then this island Is home It is where I scream It is a choice Of finding myself It holds no terrors Or deems to me That this is fate And where I belong I took that choice For

When I depart

When I depart

She held the curtain to her cheek not yet ready for a tear It would take alot to sadden that face for she had never known a fear But I drove away just the same with a regret or two of my own She just didn't know how many nights she'd be sobb

visions or illusions challenge

visions or illusions (challenge)

what am I seeing? it could be something real or maybe mythical make up your own lets see who has the best vision or illusion fellsman knows what I am thinking of and has pictures you can either guess what I am thinking off and describing in my poem or make your own poem keeping within the theme of vision or/ and illusions final choice is Bill's on the poems a joint one on guessing what I see

Enlightenment

Enlightenment

You must be a lotus, unfolding its petals when the sun rises in the sky, unaffected by the slush where it is born or even the water which sustains it ~ Sai Baba ~

A few good women tribute to SCatlyn

A few good women (tribute to SCatlyn)

Tribute to a most extraordinary woman 'Scatlyn.' Cat you have always been kindhearted, thoughtful, and considerate. I wish you all the best and may your wildest dreams come true.. Cafe Jim

Solar Storm 4 Paloma

Solar Storm * 4 Paloma *

Dedicated to you dearest Paloma....

Heart of Gold

Dedicated to cafetwo2010

WINTER ROSE

WINTER ROSE

Update 2/5/21: My Winter Rose is buried under 4 - 5 feet of snow!! A beautiful Helleborus niger plant like mine. A/K/A Christmas Rose

My Ode To Summer

My Ode To Summer...

Summer always seems the shortest season to me.

KNOCKBOY

KNOCKBOY

'KNOCKBOY' IS AN ANCENT CHURCH, JUST DOWN THE ROAD FROM MY COUNTY WATERFORD, MOUNTAN HOME, HERE N IRELAND, AND IS RATHER QUAINT, THE CHURCH IS FAMED, FOR ITS DOOR, AND WNDOW LINTELS, WHCH CONTAN THE PRECHRSTAN, OGHAM SCRIPT CARVNGS, DOUBTLESS THERE WAS AN OLD PAGAN SITE HERE, IN MORE ANCENT TMES. BORHEEN, AN ANCIENT NARROW PATHWAY, LITERALLY A NARROW COW TRACK. CURLEW, A BIRD, WTH A HIGH PITCHED CRY. 'KNOCKBOY' IN GAELIC, 'CNOC BUI' MEANING THE YELLOW HILL, NAMED FOR THE PROFUSON OF YELLOW FURZE, WHCH ADORN IT.

TWILIGHT

TWILIGHT

An old woman, who lived in a hollow part of the valley, climbed to higher ground, to stand by an old gate, and watch the gold, or pink hue of twilight, thrown out across the hill, which she loved dearly, sometimes while strolling of an evening, id met her there, and we muzed, to while away an hour, and watch the gloming. the poem Twilight, is in her memory, Babbie Johnson, may you rest in peace and stillness, of your beloved Twilight. auld wans, a local expression, meaning old women

Invisible people

Invisible people

..A written word..

prosperovity

prosperovity

from porsperity to poverty it happening every day all around the world as the economic whoas have unfolded.

Drowning

Drowning

Aint life grand!!

I see you

I see you

I have a strange feeling many can relate to this phenomenon.

The Child Within

The Child Within

I always fall for Sweetness. Must be the nuturing spirit... Something a bit lighter

Tears in the Attic

Tears in the Attic

The devasting feeling of lost love..

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