Heavyweight obama ko's osama!
Just reporting!
where's my girlfriend?
where is my sweet hunka hunka? my pearly white skin wrap-around wunka her every square inch a fresh inch to rub I had plenty of practice right here in our tub but now she's flown north...oh go away spring! I want my bird back...I want everything
Back Door Daddy
Just in a naughty mood..lol
Flight of a Dove
Agreement. (c) Yankee4you 2015
The Traveller
Backwards and forwards through time he travels Each day much like the other He continues to seek but does not discover This burden is so hard to bear Now and then he passes another Also on a quest like his Eyes haunted and face so hagga
one flower
a dream that flowers deep within
Poems from my Youth: (1) - I Live
I wrote this when I was nineteen. It defines my love for Nature, Beauty and Truth which has remained unchanged.
IMAGINE - FINAL PART
Christ Candle
He Loves Them So
God Bless little children at Christmas May their loving hearts be set aglow Must have been Jesus who created santa As another way to say he loves them so So excited each day as Christmas is near Singing sleigh bells ring and it came upon a mi
This Is The Sun....
every morning different, yet the same...
TENNIS: THE GREATEST GAME EVER
IMPORTANT TO NOTE!! Each sentence is based on an actual experience. Some may seem arrogant, but you don't know the context. I have zero arrogance in my DNA. Seriously, there's enough arrogance in the Click I'm referencing to cover everyone. ADDED A COUPLE OF LINES ON 7/6/17 and 7/16/17 Tweaked 2/17/21
Poets poetry
reading all your poems with out question sooths the soul thank you. maybe soon i'll change it back to yes you. lol.
A POEM BY A MAN CONSUMED W/CONTRITION ~free!~
IT IS A POEM ABOUT WHAT IS AND ISN'T
Poet's Corner Bash ( More Poets added onto)
Just felt like updating it a bit
My Scottish Gran’
I was so very fortunate growing up a young child to know a very sweet and loving grandmother, (Maggie), who taught me how to study nature and learn all the birds by their songs and all the flower names by the little rhymes she made up for them that grew along the roadside. She has been long gone now, but in my heart I will always cherish her.
Rancher In Las Cruces (Limerick)
Cowboy Limerick :)
soup for me
in my frying pan go the butter for lots of tasting soup in go my onions sweating in my frying pan in i put my mushrooms now theres not much room in my frying pan a bit of salt and pepper as i quickly stir in i put some soya sauce into my pan
Only words
I tried to twist this, as usual, but it wouldn't go.
A Wish...!!
I wrote this poem..!!
Sob of the Soul
Pain enters in silent stream Mocks the ghost of future dream Mind numbed from seeking why Into the bleak the seagulls cry Moon creeps beyond the night Hurting clenches, hard and tight Shadow tiptoes in steps of sorrow Mourns defeat of joy tomo
....life comes in circles....
I live my life as I walk the white line while my faith is carried in my heart not my hand I've a brother in mankind as we all bear a life that's planted in our seed I believe in the good and the best that a life can bring to our door
Soul-maker
Off the cuff soul thoughts..
incorrigible
Incorrigible, ‘tis said am I! Perhaps, but I am wondering which adjective definition to apply to determine what is my condition. beyond correction, bad impervious to constraints, me? or, firmly fixed, not easily changed as a habit bad or go
The Facts of Life
Our days quickly passing by To slow the aging process, we usually try Regardless, they go so fast Our final destination, they cast Reminding us of the memories of our past Telling us that all we have is today We must exert every possible effort
Friends and family
In Chicago visiting with friends and family
Living with the darkness
Mental illness...depression
See you in heaven
For my late wife Nancy who soared to heaven in May 2011..We miss you this Easter..
SERENITY
Soothing sound of the murmuring breeze Entwined with the sound of rustling leaves Refreshing my tired worn-out spirit Energising it with the soothing bliss of Nature's comforting balm of peacefulness Ind
Accomplished
must work hard for what we earn.
The ballad of a smoke-filled car
Loved this poem and decided to translate for you, dear poets!
MY THREE IDOLS
NO MATTER HOW MUCH FAME IS IN STORE FOR ME; I CAN NEVER MATCH THE LOVE AND GENEROSITY OF THESE THREE!
Sylvan Landscape---Monorhyme
The sylvan landscape stretched for miles reached across golden fields by stiles. Leaves carpeted the ground like tiles whilst branches lay in gathered woodpiles. Ancient venerable trees lined the aisles that wandered willy nilly like juvenile
Haiku-8
candlelight solitude lovers desire window ajar moon peeks in
The Darkest Rose
Such is an emptiness now found in the New England woods this time of year. Visting the grave of my mother, this sonnet is very darkly reflective of my suffering a deep loss, followed by a timeless bitter mourning from a death so deeply personal. Perhaps only in our dreams can such sadness be balanced by the celebration of another happier time in life and also with the hope of her eternal love.
Peg Leg Pete Was A Pirate
" Laughter is a good medicine " Taken in small doses,it's good for what ails you.
where's dad
last christmas an elderly man vanished, where to wasnt known till the snow thawed.. his death always pulled at my heart strings as to why no one looked for him, especially them that were expecting him.
~*20/20*~
Life's lesson... in hind sight.
A Sermon From The Mount
Contemplating life one night while riding nightherd.
~ Be True ~
I just felt women shouldn't be trampled on and neither should men!
revisited.........
been awhile since i passed this way.........
Love's Labour's Lost
Yes a borrowed title but an original poem.
THIS HURT WON'T HEAL
LOVE HURTS... SOME Too Much! Added verse 8/3/17 tweaked 2/15/18