The angel in my beer
there's an angel in my beer
Succulent salsa
This poem was for the following poetry contest (which I won a silver medal for). Yay! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Contest / Cook Me A Meal. Chef! user img Rules. 1. If you use this picture as the cover place the url in your author notes. http://www.artbouillon.com/2013/12/flemish-food-art-appreciation.html 2. Cook us a meal with your words. Make us hungry. 3. You are the chef. Cook us some grub! Not cookbook style but use words so we can see like sear... words we can taste like tart .. etc 4. Write what you feel using the picture... I once got disqualified for writing a concerto in a contest because they wanted x number of lines... I write what I feel... I want you to do the same... 5. verse or free rhyme - no profanity, vulgarity, or adult stuff 6. Write from your heart... We learn from one another the only wrong you can really do as a writer is not write. 7. No negativity here. If there is a negative comment you are out... and that has never been me- Be professional and comment with encouragement. 8. Type in your author notes "I read the rules!" 9. Comment on at least two poems in the contest and post their poem url in your author notes. 10. Have fun! The picture is the prompt. Write.
Zoopons
I wrote this for a poetry contest back in 2014. I got an honorable mention. This was written in A,B,C style. Each line had to start with the next letter of the alphabet until you have A all the way through Z
Infinite Urges
Basically a poem about unrequited love. He knew my feelings but, we had spiritual differences that preventing him following through on mutual feelings (because he was actually flirting with me for almost a year, and admitted caring for me)
Hoodwinked……..
Rising above , changing views , sharing love …..through food
Forgotten Realms
The stresses of being an adult in colonial society
Encouragement
Experiences in life always demonstrate the right answers found with a helping hand. Grace!!
One Week on my Cell Phone
I know I have seen more, but I can't remember them all. It has been fun though.
Anne
* A Sydney suburb (changed) ** Wife (or) Husband *** Name changed
Strawberry Moon Born In June
A sunset followed by a full moon in June.
Blue Panda
bit of fun
A night time of evolution
A night time of evolution a high time for revolution a determined mutation of time, indifferent to crime, Turning to lawless moments of life, expanding consciousness stretching out but returning to be exact, acting out of spiritual conquest, b
Winter Evening
Just sweet & sad thoughts of home fill my mind as I sit alone looking out of the window,watching the few sparrows braving the cold ( past their bed time ) to eat the crumbs.
Cell Phone
Watching Youtube so far, the other stuff hopefully by my leave date of July 26.
WAITING
Update: A dear friend of mine was just told last week that she only has 6-8 months left to live because she has Lung Cancer. She never smoked a day in her life!! I originally wrote when entering period of time when my Mom passed away. Towards the end she sat in her chair staring at the wall and remembering memories. I thought it was my memories coming to me - however, possibly it was meant for my friend instead. Kathy
Simple breakfast for a simple man
Great expectations in the night out
Love letter
idle time, idle time my friends
Prepping for persecution
pondering vaccination in a country where the cases are basically nil, there is a Government drive on to vaccinate.
Pigeon-hearted
loss of youth
Somebody somewhere……..
What can I say …..
Live from the Stoning Ground
A night with the loving God
Cluedo
Running through the characters for fun
Haiku Challenge attempt(?)
Correction: Didn't realize that only 3 lines in each stanza - duh!! Attempt at Haiku but afraid not a very good one. Not really my kind of poem. Happy Father's Day tomorrow to all the Father's out there. Kathy
Just like that……
How quick the weather can change ………
Memories of Dad
Dad sure had plenty to say!
Biden
Biden and the farcical media
OLD FEELINGS
This pandemic has given us more time to look back and reflect on the past. Sometimes, there are people and things that we must let go of because they're just not meant to be the permanent part of our journey ahead.
A memory
Special memory
Through your eyes
Through your eyes I see the beauty of the sunrise Through your mind you teach me to be kind Through your ears I take the time to listen to the music often not heard to dispel my fears Through your voice I learn your truth that I may rejo
I’m not a Poet I’m just a nice lad!
I’m not a poet I’m just a nice lad Who writes lots of poems when happy or sad Artistic I’m not but I’ll give it a lash My pockets are empty I’m desperate for cash Clever oh no with an IQ of nine Writing with words that seemingly rhythme Left
Loretta
running with the past
Janet Jackson
Some songs are just a joy to listen to, this is one of them. The song is The Best Things In Life Are Free by Janet Jackson and Luther Vandross.
An Angel from afar
An angel from afar who shines like a star I ponder who you are I see your beauty that shines like the sun Your wisdom is spoken with your tears of joy and pain they are but, my summer rain. Though we may be oceans apart I feel your beat
Buyao weijing
dining on Chinese
The Irrelevance of War
This is a line I came across by an unknown source. The writer did not give his name. Anonymous.
eeerrrmmmm
Rewind n come again With the thoughts to the pen Giving thanks without end Only Love I have to send Put ma muzik n set it as a trend These harmonious melodies With their unorthodox remedies Thank you n yes please Gimme more of these M
Covid Shot
I am screwed for this weekend, but this will allow me some more freedom in the long run.
Reagan
80's reflection
When.............
How precious is the gift of sight .......
Poetry
A heart preserved. The native(s) paint the picture of the spoken word. The universal rhythm. Paint me a picture of realisation. We can count in the dark, but did logic form in dark? In these difficult times I consider my friends my best friends.
Last whiskey with Charles
a good night in a border town
She Gets By with Saying I'm Sorry
She gets by with saying I'm sorry While I get stuck with a broken heart Women get away with a lot of things And it happens right from the start She's had a really good life While I'm still waiting on the lottery She made somebody else a reall