CHARACTER GUEST
to yourself be true....
Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the cent
Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the center.
The Lost Diamond
For someone so beautiful, you died so young Didn't give a moments notice and you're life had just begun I remember the things that you would do in the past Mutilate your body with a bloody knifes' slash You would write dark poetry that only few c
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Another translation - this time of the poem of Russian poet Sergei Yesenin (proved a hard nut to crack, still not happy).
MARCO POLO
My brother's tuxedo cat - Marco - passed away this morning. Very sad day. He named him Marco after Marco Polo the explorer.
THE FRONT GATE MESSIAH
FOR LOVING CATS, I WAS FIRED FROM A JOB THAT I TRUELY ENJOYED! GO FIGURE! I EARNED THE NICKNAME FRONT GATE MESSIAH BECAUSE THE SUPERVISORS WOULD COME TO ME FOR ANSWERS! THEY SAID SOME PEOPLE CAN WORK THE GATE, BUT TRAVIS; IS THE GATE!
The Big Bang
Peace and love to all...
Hallway ...
A Dream ...
Linger
My first attempt so be kind. Thanx Open for the encouragement.
to your beauty eyes
Your beauty shine eyes is my safe shelter in this hard world , your eyes is my rescue ring from the high waves of my missing and anxious for you and the missing waves always throw me to the beauty beaches of your shine eyes . Your beauty shine eyes
"Night Night"
Bed time stories, we all remember.. SS xx Hi there my brightest star!
2015
This is the last day of 2015. I will spend it eating fast food, drinking mt dew and singing in my car. I would sing karoke too, but they canceled it for New Year's Eve.
"I Promise You "
Dad's promise to his daughter.
In One Hundred Years
I translated for you, dear poets, the lyrics of this song, sung by Pancho, our well-known performer. Enjoy it! Love everlasting! Who hasn't dreamed of such?! Wishing you all, dear poets, longevity in your love and life! Many thanks for keeping this little corner alive with your presence!
what haven't yet have I done?
just revisiting some past but I'm alright thanks all for your read and comments
Time Running Away
A poem about time as perpetual motion all coming from a single source, our sun.
Captain Morgan Tears
Written for a friend who is ill with alcohol. Captain Morgan is a form of alcohol. I love her and tried to get her help to no avail.
Journey into love
On long distance romance...i suspect many on this site have faced the same dilemma
A Four Letter Word.....(Meaning Love).
To commit to love unconditionally........
Questions
The eternal question ... what if you had but hours left to live
Depression
My Mother suffered from depression all her life and eventually took her own life. This poem is a reflection of how I understood her illness, seeing the darkeness that surrounded her.
Lonely Nights
Forbidden love, the ex of one of my best friends, we had something special, but my friend is special too, so I had to make a choice. Not so sure it was the right one
Missing you
Woke up in tears missing my husband
Present tense
Pondering...
A Lucid Dream
I can't wake up! These succubi They haunt me- Another broken love - Or a forgotten dream? Trapped in this Kaleidoscopic maze Old movie vision Flickers in my head From the cinema Of my life Exited and restless Under the sheets I jol
A Little Silence
Random thought on a piece of paper
You to me are everything baby
. . . (“: THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR READING MY POEM :”)
at a crossroad
Ummm.... hmmm.... a song?!
Cow Preacher
I saw many cows on my way to Lancaster this morning. Just wondering what would they say if they could.
Here I Am
A song I wrote
For Martina - (The Starlight Glade.)
I hope this write does not offend. I do wish I had done It better, not one of my best days mentally I guess. May your light always shine Martina. Your Friend always....MIKE.
BUDDING LOVE
what makes the difference between couples.....
The poverty of wealth.
A reflection that wealth is not what is in the pocket, but what's in the heart
Nothing Much
Nothing much!
The Hooded Chair (French)
did it with imtranslator
Summer Love ...
Will summer's love transcend Or will it fade like the last red pale rose. Clinging to the bush.. Destined to die a slow and lonely death.. Can summer's love reach beyond the supple green branches full of life and hope To the crumple
REMAINS
No longer can you see her In her physical shell But she remains. When the wind musses your hair It is her fingers you feel. When the sun rises It is her glow that reflects off the water. When it rains It is her love falling onto you. She is
3 small words!
The 3 words are in the poem. See them?
~Just Imagine~
walking imaginary thought of imaginary time in an imaginary place with an imaginary strut on an imaginary sidewalk seeing imaginary pigeons on an imaginary town clock with an imaginary bell dinging imaginary tones into the imaginary air over
Jamologist
Oh- wonder of modern technology; Oh- miracle which is the machine; Oh- joy of modern life: Thou makest our existance so easy; Thou helpest us to understand the meaning of life; Thou... Uhm... err... What am I saying here? Must have been something I ate... This came to pass after sitting in a bus pulling out of the depot, taking more than an hour inching the two-hundred yards down the road towards the traffic-lights (...which naturally turned red and stayed red, due to the fact that the system had a nervous breakdown...)
MY DEMENTED LANDLORD
THIS GOES TO ALL TENENTS THROUGHOUT THE WORLD THAT SLUM LANDLORDS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED AND WE WILL FIGHT BACK AND ULTIMATELY PREVAIL!
Blue Train
tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face... unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence... i watch the blue fog slowly move in, penetrating each and every glance of mine eye... i watch the blue train slowly pass by ~ soon