Words
Calling myself one, don't make me one. I was born to be a writer of words.
the player
true story. experimenting with style. big Charles Bukowski fan!
Memorial day
No words could describe war..but my thanks to the great ones who died giving me the freedom to write these words. Their reward in heaven is great.
Love
Lead me not into Temptation...lol Just having a little fun...Love is great though!!! (After all men are just Cretins)
Muse ical
sensed sensibility a hauntin' harmony a musing melody some tunin' in time a tempting tempo tappin' 'n beatin' forgotten momento timin' foot repeatin' three part harmony strummin' out rhythm a chordin' you 'n me wistful and winsome h
Remember Me
The terrible affliction of memory loss, either by illness or age, such a terrible thing to happen!.
Haiku
My first haiku!
if i kiss you
girl if i kiss you will you kiss me back every time i see my heart hurts like a heart attack iv loved you for so long but every time it all seems to go wrong my new name my new days will bring new life if only once will you be by my side share with m
I blink my eyes and wish to see you
The old school way of love
Returning to life...advice
Every heart wants warmth at every time of the year and age has nothing to do with it. No matter how cold life is, where there is love, the weather is wonderful. It doesn't matter how old you are... The main thing is to wake up every morning with th
Ideas
Ideas I rid myself of you at long last though you stay a wart upon my past. Sleepless nights and pain deep within grudgingly came from you, not given! I remember how on that very first night you took advantage of an unfair fight. That fier
A perfect day by Valentine..
Happy Valentine my dear M!
Thoughts Accrued
The answer is here You need to look But by the cover Don't judge the book
“Why did We Meet?” - I asked the God
My translation of a Russian poetess for your pleasure, dear poets! This poem is not about giving up on the past, we will cherish it to the end. It is about going on with our life and finding reasons to be happy, no matter what may be happening to us at the moment, cause life is more than the past, no matter how happy or troublesome, and it is more than the present with its worries and joys. Life itself is a precious thing appreciable in many ways with, sadly, end of the line at some point, so the mere fact of being alive and walking around seeing things should be filling us up with happiness!
The face she shows me is a little sour,
The face she shows me is a little sour, Though sugar has never tasted sweeter. Sugar would be bored by its own sweetness If it ever came to know that sour flavor.
A Friend
a friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need to lift a friend is someone we treasure friedship is a gift a friend is someone who fills our lifes with beauty -joy- and grace and makes the whole world we live in a better and happier pl
Boom !...Dont ....think!
That's me ...in a nutshell. ..not Nutella P.S ...the Sanctuary is our home aka Poetry corner
Amnesia in New Jersey
In remembrance of 9/11.
For You Bonnie
This poem is for my friend Bonnie She has cancer for the second time and I feel I am going to lose her. I can't bear it.
Red Helen And Blue Ken
Red Helen And Blue Ken “Dear Red Helen when first we met Upon that scorched summer night Had we known what was to come yet
the seductress
With her ruby red lips Long flowing blonde hair Her seductive charm The sway of her hips The seductress The actress Pretends to romance charm her lover To the bedroom she seduses him Offers her heavenly sole her curves her charm One
never sets free
dead deaf blind moles stagnating in murky holes shadows slinking in light's blinking a sounded tear lost in wailing memory never sets free fate's capricious decree never draw near light shadows cannot live in lit up- bright die if it
For Ruairi
For my dear Friend "Rory".
double face
thoughts
Pale Sea
I have had a bad day.
A mad world in art....
This is what came to my mind as I was about to draw this mad dog on my Skatch book. Hope that it makes a bit of sence to you the reader.
LOVE IS, TREATING
LOVE IS, TREATING PEOPLE DIFFERENT LOTS OF KINDNESS GENUINE LOVE IS, TREATING HER WITH RESPECT DO NOT HURT HER GENTLY GO LOVE IS, TREATING HER WITH AFFECTION WARMTH AND HUMOR TENDERLY AS IN ALL WE DO LET IT BE TRUE LOVING AND REAL
CROOKED CHURCH HEADS MAKE CROOKED BEDS! Part - 1
1. Crooked church heads make crooked beds! I knew a male gentile pastor who had a wife & kids and had a girlfriend & kids from her in the same church. Crooked church heads make crooked beds! 2. Solomon had 700-wives, princesses, 300-concubines,
One Summer's Day - (A Sonnet)
This piece was based on a picture i once saw a long time ago.
Only Words That Lover's Love
I'll share these words with you my love Only words that lover's love On your lips I leave a kiss Let your heart make any wish Goodbye but I shall return soon And when you look at the moon above Remember the words I save for you my love Are
My Own Sunrise
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? E. M. Forster Open group @ Poetry Corners on FB
Free Land
We look out into the country to see all of his beauty. We can even see the stars all day and night. Which is a pure delight. For the land is open and free for as far as you are from your neighbor. Just look at all that beauty and all that c
Alone
Sometimes... I just feel alone.. :)
LOVE IS SWEETER THE SECOND TIME AROUND
Before my very eyes I was engrossed of sharing I was deeply rooted of loving Someone like you For you mean everything In myself in my whole being Chances then is taken away from me We're suddenly separated by some mistakes It was so painfu
Things are not as they appear to be...
Aaaggghhh..., or not?
Don't Eat The Stew !!
It started of as my life story but being old I forgot most of it.
Fade to blue and grey
slice of life
~*U*~Make~My~Soul~Flying~>
~ Nas~rah~Gi~gi ~ ~ Nef~er~Ti~ti ~ ~ God~dess~Is~is ~ ~ She!s the Nic~est ~
Missing
The night sky turns black, no light can break through its knitted so tight there’s a mist flouting on the wind it’s surrounding, caging me in it’s in my lungs, my body I’m covered Boxed in by thoughts that are my own, Lost con
WHAT IF I CONNECTED ALL OF THE POEMS TOGETHER~~
Well have we connected our writes together yet if not add one now as I lay this one in poet corner to connect to share to connect is okay..that is what we do in a write of our own deep thoughts to connect together......
Too Much Charm
Send some flowers to a girl and a poem for her to read There is more much more I know she will need Send her perfume and candy too And before this romance is through She will hear the words I love you Send her a crystal ball With a teddy b
O MY heart
O MY heart! the Supreme Spirit, the great Master, is near you: wake, oh wake! Run to the feet of your Beloved: for your Lord stands near to your head. You have slept for unnumbered ages; this morning will you not wake?