SHOOTING STAR
1/29/2019: Today is the 33rd Anniversary of the explosion of the spaceship Challenger! So much danger in exploring the stars. Therefore - dedicate this poem to both Challenger and Columbia. So sad! I wrote this in 2002 when the Spaceship Columbia shattered on re-entry to Earth. It was just before we went to war in the middle east. As usual, when I'm upset, I turn to my poems.
Shabbat Shalom..
Peace and blessings to all...
Disengage
I whispered into the emptiness afraid of what I'm might hear But even more afraid that there would be nothing there My shadow casted fear and gave a reason for my pain
Star in the sky
If I could be a star in the sky I promise to you Much delight I would kiss you every night Under the stars shinning light Let you know everything is alright Your safe now ,no more pain We could walk down memory lane With no one to blam
The Old Tree
Poetic Prose
I look forward to seeing your message!
Guess, a chunk of luck has fallen on me from the sky while I am waiting for potentially hazardous Asteroid 2004 BL86 to pass the earth! A classical example of spammer's message, a masterpiece in a sense.
Stress out at work
since January till now...having bad vibes and being stressed out coz the some of my working guys think I'm trying to show them I'm better than them??? That's why i rarely come here coz I'm sad..upset ..and feeling so damn bad ... everyday something to make them upset something i did or say.....
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
Orphaned Girl
She walks into the room Hair all matted and array She asks for a dollar "Go away", they all say She hates to beg But feels she hasn't a choice Life hasn't been so kind To this girl with a quivering voice Torn, ragged clothes All this rejecti
Precious Life
A daughter is one of the most beautiful gifts this world has to give. I have two and for that I give all honor to God and life to them Honor your daughters. They are honorable. Malala Yousafzai
1916 Ireland
last two lines of poem.I had to put them in here to able to post it. To all Irish people be proud of this day Raise a glass and celebrate Ireland's glorious past My Great Grand father was at the GPO Dublin on Easter Monday 1916.
Syrup Syndrome
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
Difference between a "TRUE" friend and a "FALSE" f
Difference between a "TRUE" friend and a "FALSE" friend.
Wondrous Dreams
Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake? Leonardo da Vinci I've been around here for a while and once again inspired by the poets I have befriended here.. Much love and cheers
Bah Hum Bug!
I have been watching all the different versions of A Christmas Carol. The best has to be Alastair Sim as Ebenezer Scrooge.
mijn oorlog
een stukje voor mij zelf soms helpt schrijven
My Dream Date
Totally abstract daydreaming about a dinner date with my dream-girl while out walking on a deserted street.
Cosmic Consciousness
Alone with nature one can feel a strange unity with everything around Unity that is so strong and overpowering that one loses consciousness of one's individual self One's consciousness seems to merge with a deeper consciousness of the uni
i stole an angel
i kneel your robin hood robbing your rich golden heart beautiful every thing i do bryan adams excellent song for us your my maid marion
disappearance
For whatever it's worth. Thanks all for reading
Beware, Beware
Everywhere I go I am reminded as to what is coming up
Wolf...
What I'm feeling for my lover today...Estoy contento mi Lily...
Bare-foot
just could of kept writing.
----N.O.W--
i was once a little kid my dreams where my life, my haunts where my nightmares but i never dreamed of this knife, i saw there was a chance for me to come true, in my dreams i was forever werent you, i never cried i never thought, that i was
Nature Portraits 1 - Waterfall, Thunderstorm
The thunderous roar of a mighty waterfall cascading down in huge torrents of liquid fury smashing into the water below creating mists of water droplets that transform the sunlight into a rainbow The awesome power of a thunderstorm at night wi
Here's Johnny!
I was a school bus driver for 5 years. But this poem is not so much about my school bus kids as it is about me and the way I was in school. But I had a few kids that might pretty much fit this description. That's why I could relate to them so well. lol.
Life, full of problems
get a decent view but i gotta talk to my Father.
My Destiny
how the youth of a leaf stays on the branch till it matures and turns golden brown through the seasons until it turns golden brown and dies off.
If she was mine and not yours! (Motorcycle)
Forgotten By All Author: Jonathanpeba while reading this my inner spark started to rumble... it roar a noise like thunder... so I took my pen and race its lane burning hot till I came to the end and made this stop ! phew ! amazing ride of my mind and pen with humble thanks and attention to him for this imspiartional poem! Thank you Jonathanpeba
For Mary Magdalene
Hope all is having Happy Holidays!
Ode to my hero...
A little story: I was 6 years old, i entered the living room and was clearly in "the huff", my father asked me what was wrong!? I said "ok, dad, imagine you were god" he did , "ok, now, if i came to you and said, ok god, give me all the powers of superman, make me that special and i will help YOU, i will make peace, stop wars, cure hunger and save lives, the deal is, if i missuse my powers you can just take them right back..." my dad pondered for a moment and said "son, your right, i would give you that chance.." with that i stood up, placed my hands in my pockets, and shrugged with another deep sigh.. "Then whats gods problem!!? sheesh!!" back then i really didnt understand why he didnt grant my wish...lol...
The Quest
A long, long time ago, it was in the days of old When women were dainty and knights were bold Lived a fire breathing demon, or so the legend is told Round this demon roamed and villages burned to the ground In desperation the call went forth an
What has made me a man?
Vazha-Pshavela (26 July 1861 – 10 July 1915) is a pen name of the Georgian poet and writer Luka Razikashvili, one of the best representatives of Georgian literature. "Vazha-Pshavela" literally means "a son from Pshavi" (a mountain district) in Georgian. This is just a humble translation of the poem from Georgian for your pleasure, dear poets.
Schoolhouse Christmas Tree
I write Cowboy poetry and this poem is based on a true event.One that took place in the two room country school that my father went attended many years ago.
A Mizzy Shade of Color
See you around Mick. Call me an optimist, but I look forward to your next post …Cheers
In the blue harbour of your eyes
In the blue harbour of your eyes Author: poetengineer In the blue harbour of your eyes , a rains from heared light and a fumed suns with boats sails to eternity . In the blue harbour of your eyes , an open north love window and the birds appe
Knowing Right From Wrong
The truth hides in their sins
"Love so Fragile"
I'm dedicating this to Laura, for having the courage to post her first poem and for always being a lady.... This is for you and Tom, Laura.
world, yours or mine
The endless battle of religion, A disguise most serve man's need for greed and power. The endless fight of good and evil.
Self Image
Look into yourself, tell me, what do you see? Is this what you wanted? Is it how it should be? Did you settle for second best, was it easier to gain? Or did you strive for your dreams, even if you failed again and again? Did you fake who you are
~~~To My CS Friends~~~
This is for my CS friends..
tortured hearts
I love you who is unkind to me selfish one who has me not in his thoughts, feelings unwelcomed to man from heart against both, i fought. I love you who hurts me so sword in hand against me you strike i fall to rise, to cradle you i feel