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
sleeping spring and the quantum rose
there was sorrow mixed with hope breaking water on a stone by the stars in her reflection making echos without a name beyond this falling sun a door which the lonely call for home where you can watch her as she sleeps but are tears will nev
A woman's Heart
When a woman reveals her heart for all to see, its not to be taken so ever lightly, for she keeps her treasure very deep within, Hidden, locked with a magical seal.
Taxicab Confession
Watched this show called Taxicab Confessions. This one was pretty moving.
The clouds
And the clouds, they move on by As I lay on my pillow Looking at the stars tonight The clouds move on by The wind blows my hair Making shadows on my eyes And the wind blows my face Drying tears on my cheeks The clouds move on by And the c
In A Diefferent Light
for the story I tell is nether for the wrong or for the right no uncertainty among them all for my finger prints were put upon the earth way before my very birth Mathew peter Luke and Paul with the wisdom of ages I anoint them all no one shell be le
Peel ‘t Her
Kiss of wind, skin expose Rite of passage, flint unblown Wrap in linen, whisper wish Eye a smile, power fill dish Tell our story, wren over been Radio gunplay, window dot win Heal it faster, rivet caste rim Tubs waste iron, collector writ Hi
It Is Time
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You'll have to do better then that
If you not here to pat my back you must be trying to steal my magic hat, you'll have to do better then that, with the words power I well obtain your loss becomes my only my gain, your words come in then go away from birds of pray I must astray, you'l
F.E.A.R
A game I played and found it so frightening and spellbound at the end the plot thicken to bring the conclusion that the hero and the small girl are related ...she was his mother and she was protecting him from some of the dark projects the scientists did with her DNA.....
Rest In Peace LEE KUAN YEW (1923 - 2015)
My regret that i never got a chance to meet him personally. Without his leadership and vision we would never be what we are today Thank you Lee Kuan Yew and his family . Rest In Peace The best Son/Father of this country...Singapore
The Return of Isis the godiess of love And The WoF
with my wings of fire i will expand my sacred heart of love across all the lands protecting my brothers of high command for i am pure the devoted one and with these hands i shall mend with the blessing form heaven above nothing shall stand in my wa
Transcendence
Well this poem is really carried on it's more llike a mix between a poem and a rap it's about life's troubles and death
The Craftsmen
up and down the latter he gos pounding in nails to rhythm he knows with his tools in hand like a little boy he well play measuring sticks in his own way finding the angles to make it stay time line approching must finish to day if performance is po
the darkend room
O sit and drewll The darkend room The banging the echos of noise The deafening sounds Consumes ones ears Echos and vibrates The room darkens The stench of Cold consumes The bare flakes off the wall the decay One is lost the sole i
Beachcomber
At low ebb Eavesdropping On gentle tide He listens to Soft whispering stories Wash on golden shore Mirrored stone Reflect Tales Scribed In salty ink And Driftwood Nomadic outcasts Of the oceanic steppes Refugees Of the turning t
Room At The Top
O how I remember that night, the long winding staircase stinking of urine, you saying don't worry all will be fine I lost my red stiletto shoe in our haste to get to the "Room At The Top" We were young, we were hungry to sh
Ion Bonding
Quantum entanglement...
a smile a look
just a lovely little rhyme i cooked up tonight if it makes you happy then i am glad
An invitation to dine at the Silver Fox
This poem was commisioned by the artist Ivan Sutton for his favourite restaurant which is his gallery also. You can find him on google he is quiet famous in Ireland.....
"EIGHT SEASONS IN THE SUN"
this poem is written by a good friend of mine. thanks for all your reads and comments. my first time ever to publish one that is not written by me. thank you all my family in the poetry world.
White Knuckle Madness
She shivered while she walked Children were laughing Old men were people watching She stopped to look in a store window To look at the flaxen haired models How beautiful they were with their Firm young limbs and alabaster skin. Suddenly she
Awareness
Free speech
Angel Love
This was written on Microsoft Publisher, with a back pic of two Angels
Success is a Choice
It is ALL in Our Choices
Angels
asking for an angel
i cant belive
what i was feeling about the time
freedom
freedom
Looking
Been while since something fresh but again am drawn to the negative side of online dating the lies, cheats and scammers. So for those of us who do wish and want to find something worthwhile then be true to yourself and them.
Dixie Springtime....
For Carla. Actual picture of Biloxi, Mississippi...
Singing Blue Blazes
one dream will always catch fire love a couplet
Dancing Alone
A poem about lost love.
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It is what it is.......
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Curiosity might kill the cat
Love
My lonesome days are over now I'm high my feet won't touch the ground You've showed me things I never knew That hurt won't stay, that love is true Is this what I've been missing days And nights alone such empty space Then suddenly the heart i
Love and Money
Just some personal thoughts today I'm struggling with..
The Jailor
Is there no way out of the mind?" ~ Sylvia Plath The cage of myself clamps shut my words turn the lock. I am the jailor rattling the keys. I am the torturer's assistant who nods and smiles and pretends not to be responsible. I am the c
The Nightingale Sings
There is a yellow house in the country in whose garden the nightingale still sings Though the poet is dead, the bird who sang of death returns with melodies, on easeful wings. A lock of hair the many colors of a rainbow, the poet's love receiv
Rutted
~Rutted~ Oh, How sweet love is when it is sweet! Two salty, sweaty lovers waking up in a shared bed that is rutted with love. And how rare it is! At the times in our lives when we have it, we scarcely appreciate it........... It is appreciat
FREEDOM TO HER
There is a freedom inside her It breathes restlessness Always searching to and fro, A field of wildflower Sun upon my face A sky written full of twinkling stars Where I roam, Destination unknown Secrets of vast lovers Her heart knows For
I Found A Love In You
It feels so lucky when someone returned the love you gave.
At the Threshold of Time
It is how the world looks like - in full colors, when someone is in love even impossible one.