{This City Is In Siege}
This poem was inspired by seeing Hollywood films made in that past era, where a gun, a sheriff and an outlaw ruled the town.
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where between moon and sun the sky will dream a river threading soul by stitch of breath in eye of needles sliver light before morning born casting reflection in her hair of such has my life been worn and unto these hands deliver they where
The Return of Our Saviour
As I stand upon the edges of time... I'm reminded of memories sweet in my mind... I've hearkened unto thy words of the past... Sweet lyrics of scripture, remind me at last.... The day draws nigh, the hour is near... Our Glorious Saviour soon w
Untamed Wisdom
Spring arrivals of waves and waves of returning songbirds across the northern New England countryside.
dream and reality
If dreams were real and real things dream, It would be nice. In dream nothing's settled for good, So it would be nice. Night coming after day, Me not born a princess, Being unable to pluck the moon Or get inside a lily, Clock h
another day of life
I went in to touch her this morning I went in to feel my life's tie and yes, I felt so awarded as she turned to reach for my side is it funny how some things might matter? be it merely, as merely a touch and although the gesture seems little i
Standing in the rain
This is the explicit version. Hope you guys like it.
GOD'S LOVE
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
~Don't you know who I am~
Said that suit stood on shoes To lessen your fears To brighten your views. While a podium he rides Throwing words on the wind. Don't you know who I am Shoehold gripping the door As a flexible wall Moments him in check. Key to the city
{Beyond The Mountain Wall}
There was a poetry competition held in the USA by USA's famous poet, Jack Huber and I was invited to participate.I wrote this poem on a topic "Mountain" and I was awarded a book of poems by Jack Huber as the best poem in the competition.
{Whence Gonneth Those Days?}
I just remembered my childhood days, of the days spent at my Gradmas house in wodehouse road at Colaba in south Mumbai.There was innocence, fun, laughter, picnics, swimming in the sea, movies and great food prepared by my grand parents.
Searching for Love
The poem depicts a person walking down a beach filled with uncertainty searching for any clues about the direction and discovery of love.
We The Peep Hole
Seem a little closer to the reality we have here than the original writing.
Sonnet 1
It was written long ago on 25 March 1992.
Chant for a Lover's Return
Oh for a candle I could light to draw you close... Oh for a puppet made like you, with your own lovely body sewn again of cloth, with your own pale unseeing eyes, with your manhood sweetly curving, remade in wax or clay.... Oh for an herb
Poet to Poet- 4-19-15
A Journal Entry morning saturday early I feel sinister almost all the time, poet, like trespassing inside their minds like photographing them behind the shades like traveling beyond where things are safe with my eyes and questions
{Bandra Worli Sea Link}
This poem depicts about our first engineering marvel of building a bridge across the sea. This is India's first fly over bridge in Mumbai and credit goes to all the engineers, technicians, planners who made it possible.
Short Poe On :::: "Tea"}
This unusual poem was written, when I was having my morning cup of tea in my house.
Short Poem On :::: "Tea"}
This unusual poem was written, when I was having my morning cup of tea in my house.
Streets Ahead ..just a wittle story for ya ......
there was a time when the world was in turmoil an causes a parliament of materialistic whores, but there was a few great ones who deared to take a stand against all odds, a time when fabric of only hope was on the very edge of extinction, a time when
7 DAY FORECAST
A TYPICAL WEEK IN MY LIFE!
Call It A Day......
I tried to be honest but my words got in the way must of been something I was trying to say not that it would matter any way up all night is the price I pay feeling lonely in my own way shadows chasing the light away no charming words in my vocabular
Life Happens
My father accidentally ran my mother over when i was 20 and my brother 18. As we waited for the case to be decided it tore our family apart. My mothers family was extremely upset that me and my brother stuck by our fathers side. After the case was closed we tried to mend fences and now can all sit in the same room and talk.
Standing In The Rain
I remember that day I longed for you standing in the rain but you never came an the letter you put in my pocket I never got the chance to read must of washed away I really would of like to know what you had said it's still hunts me it's funny how lov
Crushes
Obsessions run wild and free. You never know who it will be. Every day someone new. Is it love or is it you?
Starchild ......
illuminating like a thousand suns he c*m to wipe away the tears of the falling ones an with his healing hands an his ingredients of love revealing the message from heaven above raising his children to the bringing of light in a cluster of stars on a
I don't hear from you any more
Out of love
Look at your phone
It's an epidemic...everyone glued to their phones...
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souls and warm clay in a gallery of the painted moon sliver of the wheel will turn shaping edges from my mind as water spreads across her face into rivulets of pigment like all the rivers of the earth as they wander to the sea for freedom is mo
Why Ask Why.
A short blues. Almost done with music part.
Memories
When young we had many opportunities to meet and find someone new, now as time passes and peoples needs or wants change it is harder to just fall in love. Memories of loving someone, holding them and smelling their scent just linger in the recesses of our minds hoping to find that special person to rekindle your heart.
The Drug_dealer
When we fall in love it is truly an addictive drug that makes us do insane and sometimes wonderous things. Love is Addictive...be Warned.
"Real Life"
Word are your tools in life yes!. But not many people are saying how deep love can be or for that matter know how.
Black Angel
Originally written for a contest about angels
reality
Is just a poem I figured out,its real.
MOM'S 80th BIRTHDAY
I wrote this poem in 2003 for my Mom's 80th birthday.
I Eat Peaches
I eat peaches for breakfast one before brunch an 3 before dinner an 4 before lunch I eat peaches on my way to school on the dive and into the pool people call me a peach eating fool I eat peaches here I eat peaches there I think there's peaches comi
Sonnet 4
After you left, my world not remained same. Everything changed; everyone changed and then Everyone started openly to blame Me that I was very much unshaken; That I beat you and fought with you. Surely, You know the truth, for you are not drive
By The Sweat Of Their Brow
Soldiers dug a hole in the ground By the sweat of their brow Then they went and got this man This same man you still know now I'm sure they must have mocked him As they all took a bow And then they nailed his hands and his feet By the sweat
Writing
What you think, what you dream, Even a tranquil mountain stream. What other people have to say Or describe the type of day. Something to make someone smile, Or cause them to ponder a while. It can be about what you see, Or a great deep blue
Anger
Be ye angry and sin not. A Bible verse we have forgot. Does your anger rule your life? Do you always live with strife? Many love their confrontations, Seeking out new aggravations. Being negative gives them joy. For them anger is their toy.
Miss you
I woke up in tears Theres no way your gonna walk down those stairs Doesn't matter how many prayers I pray Your're in a place where there's no pain I cry so hard that Every part of my body hurts I miss you so much