Sailors In the Sky
Since I was a child, I have always admired the effortless gliding of vultures up in the sky. Among other gliding birds listed are albatross, eagle, condor, stork, frigatebird and seagull. It is a truly delightful to watch the marvellous gliding action of these birds way up in the sky as they ride the air currents. This poem is dedicated to them: the genuine avian sailors in the sky. (I have made some adjustments to the original to include some other gliding birds in the body of the piece).
Scattering
I am now scattered!!, time for bed
HOPE REMAINS STILL
Hello to all the people in the world, if you are reading this i hope this helps you in some way. I know your pain and the trails you are facing or have faced. My heart is with all of you in this big world, this is for those who are lost and need to
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LOVE ME TO DEATH
If one hides the truth for too long it will eventually burst thru like floodwaters thru a breached levee. Don't try to hold back. Say what you need to say, and say it to whom you feel you need to say it to, or you could find yourself........
An Ode To Poetry Online
I wrote this tonight after being touched by the blessings you have left for me after reading my first post. Thank you for you all are amazing as is poets corner.
ISLANDS' CRY (All rights reserved.c.)
this poem is purely from my imagination
In Time
My life
Soon
Feelings today after yesterday. Why? Soon.
Oblivion
Evening shadows....
Beckoning Your Grace
A mostly spiritual sonnet contrasting life and nature and immortality to the proximity of sunlight.
OH HEAVEN MY HEAVEN
NEVER STOP TELLING YOUR PARENTS THAT YOU LOVE THEM!NEVER KNEW MY DAD BUT I"M SURE HE LOVED ME!I WAS GIVEN THE GIFT OF MUSIC!
Divine Creation
Just a free verse uncertain to where it would lead but eventually to a thought and that thought is science contridicts itself if it truly believes in homoerectus something of an oxymoron
MY RIVER. ( a distant view)
Three miles down...You make it look so easy. White caps meandering slowly through crook and cranny. Like you, my course is fast and slow. You share your white, frothy cascades... and I share my solitude. Your angry charge of the riverbank hast
Epitaph
Beneath this stone I reside Lived a long life, then I died Left behind a nagging wife Caused me nothing but strife R.I.P. Robin Graves http://photos.conn
on strawberry hill
For Vanessa
Harvest Moon Haiku
Half a summer moon A lengthy season of wait To golden harvest
frozen in time
dreaming alone
Happy Friends' Every Day!
Just a Poem that was written for friends or friendships!
picture show (usurping goodguys' mind)
as peepers watch they share the love with each new word unfurled sweet tidings raining from above before the gazing world but do I pry, should I spy on other hearts' words rendered? that is to say, am I in the way? for not to me, are
Come my Muse
Woodsprites & deer arrive; raccoons hitch a night ride in the still car & eat all the Life Savers from the glove compartment; woodchucks feast on the vegetable seedlings; a swarm of honeybees breaks loose from a neighboring hive & storms my
tHe EnD oF tHe WorLD
Written about all the hype around the ending of the world as we know it foretold by the many sources from around the world for 21/12/12 or if you're in America 12/21/2012.
Terminate With Extreme Prejudice (Part2)
Two weeks I was in hospital recovering and on the day I was released they caught the person responsible for the attack. Justice will be done and Alice will be avenged. The law is just and the guilty will be punished. I sat in the court and listene
All Seeing Eye Of Truth
someone really close to me inspired this piece
The most precious gift
When my time is up and I'm ready to go To a place no one can find I'll take my chance to cast a last glance At the past I leave behind. I hope to see a fine mosaic Of a million shapes and colours Each shape, an experience Each colour, avid v
"Happiness" (Haiku)
You don't have to be rich to be... happy :)
Bamboleo (song-English translation)
I am interested in the sport of kings. Theres a horse racing today at Fontwell 5.15 called BAMBOLEO, so I thought i'd share the translation. Not sure if it will win, but I think the only danger is UTOPIAN perhaps even the rank outsider at 66/1 has a chance of a place called WITCHESINTUNE. Why not listen to the commentry from the track at www.sportinglife.com and click on horse racing and look for the track called Fontwell and click the 5:15 race and listen to it. If you have sky at the races then you can watch it on channel 415
my childhood
i had a rough childhood by my father
MY DEMENTED LANDLORD
THIS GOES TO ALL TENENTS THROUGHOUT THE WORLD THAT SLUM LANDLORDS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED AND WE WILL FIGHT BACK AND ULTIMATELY PREVAIL!
You are my beauty morning
You are my holiness , my temple and my beauty morning . You are my sweet spring , my nice elation and my for ever eternity . You are the daughter of light , me alone who see in you the magnificence of beauty flowers , let me live in your pleasa
dreamland
you hang with me through life, on a travel with no end so are you with me so take my hand the day befor never come back agin so we dear friend are you with me to the end so take my hand think to wake up to take you in my arms and love that o
Chose Now
The colors show them selves only enough to trick, tease. You will ask them for more making you wonder what beauty it holds for you always. Awaiting to see what comes into the picture on the viewing screen. For you wait in silenc
The woman who didn't get got
She was more sexy than her coworkers Oh yes! By far She would blaze through the streets In her fancy sports car All the men at the pub would push and strain They drooled over hebeauty's's as though they were insane No woman could match her N
The Mirror
In front of the mirror I stand, staring at my reflection. I have changed so much over the last few years. My face had smoothed out and most of my wrinkles had disappeared. It seems like it was only yesterday that I awoke to the sound of soil being
LOVE MADE ANGELS WEEP
<b> Actually I saw this incredible woman on a Dating Site-As I looked at her picture these words came to me. I sent it to her. She was really touched but not enough to fulfill My Dream! Too Bad SHE WAS HOT! LMAO
The Battle ©
My disappointment was that most of the buyers of my "Limited Edition" ~ 1,000 copy ~ poetry books would never read the final verse. Without hope, they would go on believing that they were hopelessly locked into an endless engagement with lust. God's Holy Spirit had delivered me from ' The Battle ' with that sin. I was totally in love with my own wife, and I couldn't even conceive of having relations with another woman. Well, that was also a long time ago. Now in 2009, I find myself once again single, back into ' The Battle ', or called back to the front lines. Perhaps, if I had kept my attention focused on God, and His Son Jesus, I would have developed the other characteristics that would have preserved my marriage that ended five years ago? God only knows. I do know, I am but a mere mortal ~ with a Supreme Being Master ~ that knew the way I would be, foreknew the paths that I would take, and He loves me anyway. I look with eager anticipation to the day when I am once more delivered from the ' The Battle ', again in a good marriage or loving relationship. Hopefully, by then, I'll have millions of links into my website when I am called forth to my Maker ~ and will walk boldly before His throne of "Grace." Russ Miles writes romance books, poetry, songs, ezine articles, and mystery thriller novels.
**If I Could Take You Into Me
I wrote this poem and many others during a time when I was involved with a man who had some commitment problems. He lived with me for a year and then decided to move out while continuing a relationship with me. I went through a lot of emotional turmoil and found solace in writing these poems and performing in open mic poetry readings around town. Oddly enough, that is where I met my husband a couple of years later. The poem is somewhat s*xual, but the underlying meaning is that I wanted that man to understand me. I wanted him to "be inside" of me to understand how I felt.
I love you
A love I thought I would never find again .
Loves last moment
Eyes swelling becoming tearfull spilling over tear drops fall. Words failing mouths open unable to speak emotions choking. Hands tremble fingers entwined clenching the hand that clings to mine. doors open light has entered darknes
Respite
Wrote this while in the hospital having 4th surgery on left humerus,very intense.
My Own Sunrise
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? E. M. Forster Open group @ Poetry Corners on FB
Memories Are Made Of These
Memories are made out of living life