Monster Inside of My Closet
Pulling out some old vinyl and chose to listen to some Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon, then I don't know, this is what I came up with....
The TV Weather Girl
* Just a generic poem about a TV weather girl (That's Television, you understand).
Sanctification
Allegedly born from the dust of this earth... We are... Assembled from the dust of the stars... So far... Cursed ever since the day of our birth... Means nothing... For I have been pierced by the venomous stars that came into existence by an ev
The Keys to Lasting Love.
Re-release for Valentines.
Laser Eye Surgery
I have a friend who is really considering laser eye surgery so I decided to write a poem about it lol. I'm an odd one, I know :P
new morn
just a thought thanks all for your read
Zombie !
Although this contains excerpts from my life, the theme of the poem is not about me. I wrote it to show respect to people who slip into deep depression and become totally disconnected from normal living.
"CREATION"(30)("RAINY DAYS DIE")
This was just posted by a good friend of mine on the blog section and with his permission let me share it here. Thank you all for your read and or comments if any.
Tomb Empty Room
He Is Risen U2 & B.B. King - When Love Comes To Town (Non R&H Version) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3wgoaONzwo
The cold world
rewrite...a little from the past and a little from the here and now...
Memories of Mom (MOM)
Written on May 11, 2014 for Mother's Day in Memory of my Mom. Happy Mother's Day in Heaven Mom!
PINK RIBBON OF COURAGE
My Mom had breast cancer in 1999 and had a mastectomy and survived for 9 more years and passed away from another diagnosis. Also, recently I have had several friends who have been diagnosed and survived. Unfortunately, one of my classmates did not. Wanted to honor them for their the battle they have been through.
~Boundaries of love~
What we all search for in life.
"Shinju"
Your greatest awakening comes, when you are aware about your infinite nature."
Tom Turkey
A comedy bit on the Bob and Tom show. I have a bunch of their comedy cds.
The Court of Hades pt1
Many I subscribe will shy away from this subject, a long poem about s*xual abuse of young children, the opening lines the innocence before abuse and the introductory phase of abuse, to be carried forward in part 2. I make no apology for writing on this subject.
BLUE
The color blue Can make you sad and blue The color blue Can make you feel brand new The color blue can sooth you The color blue Is a beautiful jewel The color blue Makes the most beautiful eyes The color blue Is beautiful in the s
Politeness....,,,,
Came across to two totally different sets of siblings a boy and a girl around the same age keeping themselves amused while waiting at the airport ........,they were so quiet but kept checking on each other ........I was intrigued by how well they kept themselves
Proud to be Jamaican
We are Jamaicans and proud to be In our hearts we were born to be free Try as you will with all your might We will stand and fight for our rights We are Jamaicans this is our land Our fore fathers labored and toiled with their hands Building
Poem
An earlier poem lost in time
Tranquillity
Poetic prose (wrote this in 1968 in Winnipeg, Canada)
For the elephants
Elders tell the story that somewhere in Africa the elephants have a secret place where they go to lie down releasing t
Poem Gets Death!
A Poem was sent to prison To await execution From fearful minds who'd silence Freedoms Revolution! At 6am. the guns will fire Every phrase shot through and through But Freedoms Rhymes will reload again to give its life for You!
Snails
I went to Petsmart to get two snails to replace the ones that had died recently. I bought them on Palm Sunday. They lived a little over four months. The woman said I should feed them algae tablets daily and they should live longer. We'll see what happens.
19
I wrote this having just been to the funeral of a young man. He was in first year of college, working a part-time job during mid-term, and was killed in an accident there. The church was filled to capacity,but it was four young men near the coffin caught my eye, in their silent anguish.
Sad The Sensitive Artist
An observation of poets pitching a fit when they are criticized. Not a pretty sight.
YOU, ONLY YOU!
Something like a whole word acrostic, following my fellow poet's suit!
HOG HAVEN
I LOVE FOOD THAT YOU DONT HAVE TO KILL ANIMALS TO ENJOY! TRY WAFFLES SMOTHERED IN BUTTER WITH PLENTY OF SYRUP AND STRAWBERRIES ON TOP!
NO ONE....(Perfection in imperfection)
No one can feel for you, the way you feel for them No one tries to please, like you try to please 'em No one can be the person you want them to be No one can be perfect cos they don't want to be That's why i love God and He love's me ! No h
Of Poetry in the "First Person".
"I" hope the "fun police" never confiscate my "poetic license!"
~Sleight of mind~
Hillary d*ck, Hillary dock, Hillary wound up the cuckoo clock, mail was late the server went dry, her hands clenched in rage passing it by, now the Killary shield's firmly in place, dentures pasted in, false charms on her face, the one thing she'd do
MEOW! lol
It's a lovely cute cat!! lol Meowww --- you can find it as 'ecard' also, I just created it today! lol ...just in case, you wanna send to someone you like.. Meow! lol
Enlightenment
You must be a lotus, unfolding its petals when the sun rises in the sky, unaffected by the slush where it is born or even the water which sustains it ~ Sai Baba ~
Only You...
Quietly her caresses snow down....
my strawberry girl
dav this is for you
KNOCKBOY
'KNOCKBOY' IS AN ANCENT CHURCH, JUST DOWN THE ROAD FROM MY COUNTY WATERFORD, MOUNTAN HOME, HERE N IRELAND, AND IS RATHER QUAINT, THE CHURCH IS FAMED, FOR ITS DOOR, AND WNDOW LINTELS, WHCH CONTAN THE PRECHRSTAN, OGHAM SCRIPT CARVNGS, DOUBTLESS THERE WAS AN OLD PAGAN SITE HERE, IN MORE ANCENT TMES. BORHEEN, AN ANCIENT NARROW PATHWAY, LITERALLY A NARROW COW TRACK. CURLEW, A BIRD, WTH A HIGH PITCHED CRY. 'KNOCKBOY' IN GAELIC, 'CNOC BUI' MEANING THE YELLOW HILL, NAMED FOR THE PROFUSON OF YELLOW FURZE, WHCH ADORN IT.
~Melt my Ice~
Chill my fingers As I glisten your skin. Taste the salt of your warmth Passioned skin does release. Light touch of the Ice arouse quivers in you Cold drips they tease to bring pleasure extreme. Wide open breath as your body replies Strok
sometimes there's shadows.
sometimes... i walk out of the shadows i wonder... what is it like to make love... im sure its a different experience than just getting f*cked sometimes... i wait for the shadows i wonder... do they ever
A Smile Brought To Mind
A little poem about remembrance for all we are and say….I am often inspired by simple country life here in the New England countryside and sharing a little of that sentiment here.
Tired of being Lonely ~
Based on true story.
A Christmas On The Trail :)
This was written years ago of a Christmas once spent looking for stray cattle while I was home from school.
Songbirds
Lonely for someone today....