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What comes is not expected And expectations Fall short of Reality
Truthfully, our imaginations are like any ......artist’s paint.
6 months of effort bud to blossom! Poems a labor of love To share the message With hopes of good for others peace on earth! 6 months of effort bud to blossoms! I had it all typed to Bentlee in a respond comment I typed there in the poetry section Now I have to retype it ugh! Then I expanded on from the original short version To the more elaborated version Mmmm! ..
Re-edit...
By John Masefield
its a worried world because of corona virus .everybody locked down to live alone.
Memories of Heaven Home
As street lie silent, but lights shine bright Life seems difficult, though not all fight When nature shows, how to continue Twilight's ruddy glows, sending clues Evening looms ahead, families at home A lockdown ensures, we mustn't roam Vital
Connecting all the dots ....... of love
What do your hands hide I am lava every time you touch look from under the eyelashes. Covered with sweat scrolls of arms and legs we don't think about tomorrow. We're hiding under the comfort of dreams fleeting hopes. our two for two is an
** Not really true, I was only interested in Adult things, and that, for a teenager - are always, the things, which we can't have! *** I'm being ironic, I'm an atheist, this just happens to suit my poem, as a "literary device". ^ P.N - a school friend of mine (initials changed, and identity withheld). ^^ Bludge: "To bludge" is an Australian colloquialism, which means to: - "not try very hard". ^^^ See my poem "My First Time", to see what happens next, in my life. Please Note: This poem may be purely allegorical, with the I "first person, descriptor" used as a device to generalize about the kind high school years, which may be familiar to "many". This could be largely "Poetic Licence", however, I have tried my best to explain some aspects of "Adolescent Angst", here. ps: Thanks for all your reads, lcbr.
Love the life!
A poem about life and faith or death and doubt and everything else in between.
* Sydney's "red light" district. ** (I'm being ironic here - not exactly the "cradle of civilization"). *** YOTS = Well-known Sydney Christian charity helping street kids **** Due to out-of-control alcohol/drug-fueled violence, pubs, nightclubs, etc are closed to new patrons at 1 am (Lockout Laws). Many say this has harmed businesses and destroyed the nightlife. ^ I've quoted a line here, from the Australian film Blue Murder
I can recall before leaving the UK for NZ many years ago, how surprised I was to learn NZ had the higher rainfall.....
My definition of poetry.
I looked across the empty barren field Where the land seemed to lay silent and still Remembering a time when it once yield Now everything seems destined to be killed I knocked on your door then let myself in Emptiness was found took my breath
You are every woman to me And sure as the sky's above No other woman can I see No other woman will I love I see you on the street I see you at the store I see you in the my dreams I need to see you more I sought you since my adolescence
I think it's pretty evident what the poem is about. Before the coming of Christianity, the Earth was respected and revered as the great mother. Chritianity taught humans were above nature instead of part of it. The belief system was forced on the people who were forced to abandon their old Gods.
When God looks down upon me, just what does He see?... A man that is righteous,...or at least tries to be?... Or does He see things that I can’t imagine?... I simply can’t fathom,....The Master’s reactions... He’s said “In My Father’s house, th
It's a Poem about Nature, about a butterlfy.
There's an echo through the valley A hammer is pounding on a nail A few stop to listen as the echo has a story to tell The echo has the sound of a holy ring Like that of a church bell when you hear it cling There's an echo through the valley d
I am a foster mum and look after dogs that come from the pound until their forever home is found
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love
You know me ... And my quicky lines ....Ha ha ha
I have been listening to this song by Kermit because I have a record player that puts records and tapes onto CDs.
Ceremonial serums reconstruct sickness, Syrups deconstruct what is stuck... Powerful potions relieve with a quickness, Liquids laced with bad luck... Syrupy spirits so sourly sweet, Relief with no substitute known... Elixirs, consistors of p
* Excluding the Lesbian, and Gay, pubs. ** It was, at this time, now quite expensive - and gentrified. *** Old male alcoholics, on "skid row" drinking "metho" (methylated spirits). **** A pub. ***** A measure of beer, (425 mL). ***** Somebody put something in my drink! (in a previous pub, I think it was that c*nt Steve!). ^ My friend at the time, and about my age. ^^ Alexandria, Inner Sydney industrial suburb - now covered in home units (apartments). ^^^ As Shakespeare said. (Erskineville, and St Peter's are also inner Sydney suburbs). The Rose of Australia ............. a pub
Or are they?
The spring storm comes suddenly dragging clouds along the night. Calms the leaves whispering surreptitiously, joyful birding voice. And starts a rainy dance first, slightly for four p. To suddenly strengthen madness, to be a waterfall that k
My own creation
it was a dream i had ,and i wish it comes through
Anticipation of Spring
Once I dreamt I could fly. I wandered in the sky and met a funeral. My lover and friends stood there, too heart broken to pay attention to me in the sky. Then I found that the dead man was me. I cried madly until I woke up.
I've had some bad neighbors The black couple from Nigeria tops the list They used to complain about my stomping on their roof And they slow cooked and filled the hall with a horrible stench all the time Thankfully they have been gone since 2012
came for moments - disappeared I typed for hours U didnt respond for 6-7 days So intense in your own Unfinished business left behind Didn't finish what u started Ugh!
I'm afraid, between waking up and sleeping I will lose myself in desires. That you will disappear before sunrise. Sleep is not a place everyday life. I'm afraid longing for an unknown longing I know well reality of existence. I'm afraid to
freestyling maybe ? lol
i just have to tell the truth. the news is lying about trump who i"ll back til the end
American Grass Roots Democracy is possibly something better to talk about on the end of a long New England winter and it is called, Town Meeting Day, when important decisions are made.
It is unbearable to watch anymore the plight of refugees across this planet without questioning everything we have been led to believe in and care about.
We have a leap year this year, so I get one more day to appreciate the people who have made my country and the world a better place.
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