I'd Only Just Surrendered
This is about the reality that people never really leave you. They always return, either in mind or the master illusion.
Not even the tide,would take her out....
I'm.no strange to love lost It has no quarrels with me No mercy at there feet Just relentless no dates Not even.the tide would take me out....... So I plod along my.merry way Nothing to show for my.life just pain I will go.now and bury.my head
The Right of No Return
Just a bit of food for thought writing, its about a dancer on ice, and the presence of war happening around the world, what she sees when she's on the ice, skating, and in the moment of fleeting noise or stillness before the dance ends.
Baby ... Move
You can hang 'round worrying in that closet of doom. Or you can stick your foot out get a feel for your room. See the sun through the window in casting light across gloom. Baby ... move. You can be happy and live life in all of your days.
Uncle Buck
I watch about five movies a week, John Candy died in 1994, but I usually watch this one every year. His other great movies are Planes Trains and Automobiles with Steve Martin, and smaller parts in Home Alone, and Splash.
Please come back
Dedicated to one I have offended
More than the Stars
A poem about real love
Really! Really!
I don't exist in your land, you don't exist in mine, today is only passing time, Who you'll be tomorrow and what you will see, is who you really are, and what you really will be.
Long After . . .
Long after my sight fades even more with the passing of time, when I can no longer write these verses that rhyme Long after my boobs and bum finally give way to gravity , and the passing of time has erased most of what yo
The Way I Love ...
As referenced in another poem posted here, the actor Viggo Mortensen's words in that interview ( about living in Madrid, Spain with his longtime Spanish actress life partner) were : " I feel happy living there , because she's the woman I love. I am totally hers and I'm delighted."
me, myself and i
as i sit in the corner of my room crying, wailing and waiting for a miracle. i heard a voice calling out my name. i couldn't tell where the noise was coming from it was everywhere it wasn't pleasant its like its coming from hell. hell was ca
To all women in the world
I didn't even know there's a day given to us for International recognition as special day. So I just wrote this for all of us women Acrostic on all three stanzas Thanks to all who'll celebrate with us. Didn't know but my friend Shay wrote it on the blog Thanks again
My Busy Ladder
A fresh spring 'sonnet' about a brave little robin building her nest on my hanging ladder and taking away some of my busy chores; while I just sit back and enjoy watching a little nature outdoors.
Abandoned
You stand empty. You stand silent. Your windows broken. Your machines scrapped. Your workers gone. The rails rusty, The lots empty. The lights off. The smokestacks cold. The gates locked. The end reached.
Me & You .... Or ...
I miss having family that gave me countless memories of happiness & security ... Now in its absence, I would love to have a mate or life partner, whenever that will come to be , if ever ... Someone you can talk to when your hear
The world in darkness
Embrace Light.
Your creation!
Did you ever feel detached from the human race? There was only you, nothing to face? You know that it's true?, there IS only you! You exist to exist that's true, And all that you'll be and all that you'll see, Is all your creation, how you want
The Old Man!
The old man left our house, took my car and drove away, I was twenty one, I remember to this day, There was no goodbye, there was no adieu, there was never, we'll never see you, again, And life went on, with someone gone, like a dis
Why Poetry?
Poetry to make you think....
List
I've decided to write my bucket list......... 1. Mop bucket Thats it!
Tomorrow? Maybe!
Tomorrow is the start of what we want to be, tomorrow is the future, tomorrow is the key, And all that life has shown me, and all I want to see, is for tomorrow to make a difference, and that tomorrow may make.................sense!
Getting old!
I saw the stranger, he walked through my house, I saw him stand and stare, like he knew I was there, I watched him as he went on his way, I watched him, like he was here to stay, And I watched as he realised, that the mirror never lies.
Truth v Lies. (Yankee Challenge)
Thanks for the challenge Yankee.
To be or not to be, that is the question!
What do you think that keeps people here? The inherent fear? The wanting to go on?, keep singing their song? In the face of adversity, who would you be? Afraid to die?, afraid to live?, With nothing to give, could you resist? To end
Who cares?
And all that it is and all it could be, is a memory, A dream that exists then ceases to be, There is no beginning, there is no end, for tomorrow you'll be my best friend, Then we start again, lose that memory, think it's all new and wonderf
Mom
I miss my Mom and I'm grateful
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow becomes today and yesterday fades away, so the present is how we exist, there's no other way, there's nothing to resist, we can't bring back the past, and the future is not meant to last, for it suddenly becomes the.............. past. S
I wish I could talk to you
sometimes you miss talking to people who left your life...
Are we i wonder?
Honesty and integrity are the ideal of what we should be, truthfulness and clarity are what we should see, are we a minus or a plus, we won't make a fuss, I think that minus may win the game, I don't know, are we all the same?
i don't belong to you
i am not yours
Youthful
When I talked to the young, they had no reply, except to say, We are young, it's you that will die, I tried to explain life does not work that way, its all fun and games, until the day, the day that you pay, And no one does know, from day to day,
Equanimity
“If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same” (Extract from Rudyard Kipling's poem “If”) equanimity - a calm state of mind and attitude to life (Collins dictionary)
Not alone!
And you found yourself within the crowd, woke up to see, you were me, not left alone or left to be, a part of all, that's you and me!
In constant motion
It seems to me we are not allowed to be constantly happy, Just when times look good, everything worked out as it should, suddenly the world, is clear as mud, No reason for it that I can see, just how it seems it is meant to be, Laugh today,
The Movie Has Been Over A long Time
Now that I'm older I have the script I know the lines But the movie has been over For such a long long time For years you have walked beside another guy And I have never entered your mind That's what I get for being shy Yes the movie has bee
To Old Friend
This is to you, old friend, good-bye, farewell I say, I know it’s sad, we’ve gone through much with every day, So many obstacles were in the way, kept us apart, it‘s age And time of course, and distance great, the least to say. So many h
Unafraid!
Be not afraid, for tomorrow will be, this is not the end, not for you, not for me, And if they close your eyes for you tonight, you have nothing to fear, you will still be here, in a new form, a shining light, an energy so bright, nothing can take a
War. For Yankee's challenge
I have written so many poems about war. They are all in abstract forms. This is one of the only rhymed piece I have done. I hope it gives a clear message how brutal and heinous war is.
Deja vu. (Joining Yankee"s challenge)
It happened before in 30-s and it's happening again.....It's like some kind of the cyclical nature of historical events
NOSTALGIA
I find no real joy in her...Nostalgia.
angry voices
an old write...only poetic in the sense of the value of freedom of expression...something we all treasure...
SILENT VOICES for yankee,s challenge
A poem written 2013 and nothing changes so i brought it back