Southern Signs
Just a bit of Southern humor.
World Population
The biggest problem we face in this and the last century I feel.
Of Rubber, Men and Machetes
Tapping away in 19th century style
Daffodils
a poem for the coming spring
The shifting shadows
Shifting shadows and spontaneous sparks pulled out the rest of the poem
The Child
It was the first time i had seen through the eyes of a child.
Our Best ... Our Heart ...
We can try our best.... like I really do .... But it seems , many times, the one we most badly want, we simply don' t get to keep ... And with a heavy sigh, before the ache gets to feel too deep, that hopeful heart is, once more,
Maybe .... ?
Maybe not this time ... Perhaps in the next lifetime .. When sought after happiness from affection is placed within grasp in my next reincarnation ... Maybe next time, to my favor, the stars will finally align ... I hope to be
Miles Davis
A little trumpeted reflection
What is Haiku?
These few words I write Are stripped as bare as Winter Haiku poetry © lovecanbereal
The life cycle
Inspired by cooking dahl
The brink, again!
So Russia may invade Ukraine? War again? Wow, how insane! It's obvious its meant to be, unless, those in power are made to see, that WE see, their manulipation, total particapition, guiding it along, they dont care, right or wrong, The highest degr
From Darkness' Shadow . . .
Just as it is a person who , before, has deeply hurt and mangled us ... So it is most likely that another individual's love, belief in us, support & trust... will carry us along farther & further to truly move on and le
Just for them
I could write about the rose that grows, its beauty, coulourful and majestifully superior, but I wont, I could not give a f*ck, I dont give a f*ck about America, China, Russia,, I don't believe in CNN, FOX, BBC, OR EVEN RTE, my life revolves around
Las Vegas
This is something I have wanted to do since I can remember as a teenager, so I just did it and I feel good about that, and I got paddled at Heart Attack Grill too!
What’s the question
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Different!
Ever find yourself lost? I see beauty all around, still dont care, should I go for help? or just jump on someones bandwagon? be part of life stupidity?,, tomorrow will hopefully appear, I'm still looking for my bandwagon, oh no,,, brooks and dunne, N
Some People ....
Some people in your lives simply come then go ... At the end of the day , the "why" often doesn't make sense as we really deep inside know ... But so is life... Many you meet along the way just don't seem destined to sta
Of Viggo Mortensen the Man ...
Viggo's words which hit home with me were part of an interview on https://www.viggo-works.com/index.php?page=3210
Another day
So the wind chill factor is -5 but I'll stay alive, this doorway is cold but I have cardboard boxes to fold, I can be ok, I can be alright, I know I'll get through another night, and tomorrow will be another day,,, and I hope, maybe better, somewher
Sunday week at 2pm
Bit tongue in cheek, but there you have it
AHA! (5-7-5)
Senryu (A short Japanese style poem, similar to haiku in structure, however, senryu tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryu are often cynical or darkly humorous and satiric while haiku are serious)
Muriel
Muriel, I can never forget that face an angel in disguise, without the wings but such love in her eyes A force of nature so frail but strong an empathy with those that did not belong A lady that knew how it feels to be lost no home, no love
Ocean
A short poem praising the ocean.
Took a peek
Could happen to you too
A part of me
My inner child
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So we walk in different fields, don't know how it feels, for me to be you, or you to be me, we just cant see, and our blindness creates that void, was it you? or me that lied?, human things, problem brings, spirits show, high and low, our insanity,
nothing
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Who? What?
So will I write a poem with no reflection, nothing that will give any direction? The wind blows loud and shrill outside, the doors they creak, the windows rattle about to break, but yet I feel serene, I dont care about life or where I've been, I'
TOMORROW
Tomorrow will bring you worries Todays will fade away You can make them disappear Or you can make them stay Some may fill you full of fear Some you may just forget The choice is yours if, when and how To solve with no regret. Tomorrow m
Music From The Winds
This one I wrote was back in 9-18-1997. Like many songs I write, it all started out by fooling around on the guitar. I combined this with both slow and moderate tempo strum and fingerpicking.
Valentines Day
Somebody has to write one!
Shorty, Hannah And Rita
Goody Mcgordy also know as shorty Had a sporty car His girlfriend was Sandra Mcfana also known as Hannah Had a little guitar So Shorty and Hannah went to Montana To play in a rockin band Swore he'd never leave her, but then he met Rita Mcfeve
VALENTINES DAY
Valentines Day can be a beautiful romantic day for those in love. But for some it can be a heart wrenching day - especially for women that men pass by year after year.
Eternity
Acrostic
irish words
I've been asked to write about Ireland, well, what can I say?, it's wonderful, filled with beauty and charm, tis true, we've got Guinness and something more, that we just can't ignore, we have Presidents come from the USA , no no let me rephrase, we
Photo
The rains came As so often they do Filled with heavy monotony Landing where your footsteps Had gently crushed the grass You are no longer with us But the paths you trod On your life’s journey Still remain Always reminding us That once you
Crow Black above the Green
picturing birds on watch as the farmer tills..
For the Isolated
Three quatrains, the last two lines of each borrowed from T.S. Eliot's “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/44212/the-love-song-of-j-alfred-prufrock
OPINING TRUTH...LBF
Peacefully protesting copyright 2/17/22
Love Note (an original poem from a book of Inspiration that I published in 2016)
The poem tells about the delusion of love versus the reality of love. It gives two scenarios - one in which love was heard as being present, and another in which love was actually felt.
Just look!
And the past is gone, confined to history,we live for today its as far as we can see, but, history has a story to tell, it shows the future, it shows it well, because everything goes around and around, well, at least thats what I've found, so history