"Riding high"
a blast from the past...circa late 60's
Indifference
Nearly all of the poems I have written are the product of inspiration. Most often from someone I loved or love's demise. Usually conceived in the dim light of depression on a napkin. This one's origin is obvious and is one of my first of my first love. I am however not a purveyor of unhappiness and have a few that are descriptive in nature, whimsical at a time, and compassionate at another.
Death By Homicide
The terror is immense My heart's beating intense I never did anything this harsh It doesn't make any sense My life keeps on flashing My lungs keep on gasping I want to take action but my feet make no traction My hands and arms still Only pai
"Desire"
Your desires engraved in the look your face, eye flame. I do not run away against the pupil heat burning skin. I serve raspberry breasts swollen with longing you rock the depth of your hand mouth by touch asking for more. You intertwine t
“When did you leave”
When did you leave Twilight fell quickly and the flowers have lost their color. When did you leave time stopped in place not giving a chance for tomorrow. When did you leave I began to die slowly stepping pain to feel that I still exist.
Touch
The body trembles in anticipation on touch. I close my eyes and wait until your hand circle incomprehensible characters paving the way oncoming performance.
STILLNESS TO STILLNESS
I wrote this poem, after witnessing a fairly violent rainstorm, the beauty of the silence, before and following it, and the awesome happenings of nature in between inspired me ! I wrote it in 1969, while expecting my 1st. child, my dear old freind a poet himself, Raymond Trowbridge was part of this inspiration.
Rainforest
I used to be a vegetarian. I don't have a clue what type of poem it is. I am just a poet.
A LITTLE FURTHER.
Taking it to the next level.
Silent tears...................
A thunderous silence breaks through my thoughts. What was once many great ideas is now a triumph, lost. Baffling words tumble through my mind. Reflections of darkness hover. A disturbing peacefulness beckons to me, and inside myself, I take
lonely nights
stuggles of being lonely and struggles of having companionship.......
when the day is done
When the day is done Down to earth then sinks the sun Along with everything that was lost and won When the day is done. When the day is done Hope so much your race will be all run Then you find you jumped the gun Have to go back where you be
We Danced
Just a nice song
attacks
i wrote this one day when i was bored in class. it's kind of a fun play on words.
DARKNESS..A.R.R..
TO DARKNESS..
MY WISH..A.R.R..
DEDICATED TO THOSE THAT ARE TROUBLED..
The Tragedy
One of my songs I wrote
I don't wanna get serious
I don't wanna get serious if I did you'd be the one I just wanna go out and have some fun I've been hurt more than once I couldn't stand it again I just want to go out and have some fun I don't wanna talk about love I don't wanna tal
Phrase of haze
this is the first 'poem' that i wrote. Its not really about any one thing in particular. It expresses the fog which hangs around in my head when things get hard and I struggle to make a decision.
andromdeda
I wrote this for a dream girl i have never met to hear the song youtube (kerry hodge andromeda
Hold me Hold me baby
All the stars in the sky aren't as pretty As the ones in your eyes All the stars in the sky aren't as pretty As the ones in your eyes And the way you make me feel Like I found heaven on this earth The oceans mighty pretty But just doesn't
my D day lady
my lady from saigon requested me a poem.. sorry..you,lonesome armadillo tatooed ohio trucker.. drive a pint on..
black country girl song
late night didle dabbing
what propels u to me?...
I dare to believe in fate... a crossing of gravitational-pull as far as land reaches.. this has misic to it... dave matthews could deliver.. pretty hot should see video... there's more.
No Moment
My daughter is 29 years old now. but, she has always been my gift. Her dad died when she was two ,with cancer. I thought her being born was the worse timing. but God knows what he was doing. I now have three grandchildren and a wonderful son-in law. She has always been a nice person and a loving daughter.
A voice above the Ocean
the original poem is in italian ; I tried to translate it in english. Please, forgive me and be indulgent for the mistakes...
Woman of my dreams
Woman of my dreams where are you are you looking for me like I'm looking for you do you dream of me,at night do you try,to hold me tight though I'm not there oh,woman of my dreams where are you Search and search show me a sign Search
Early fall
One of the first songs I ever wrote
When tomorrow starts without me
When tomorrow starts without me I hope that you will see that the love we share is truly meant to be Remember when we snuggled up it was so fine I knew I was yours baby, you where mine sometimes love don't work out only God knows why
I can do bad without you
One cruelest song I ever written but at that time that's how it was 6 or 7 years I guess
I’m happiest when…
Some thoughts came to me when I asked myself..."When am I happiest?" When are you?
Chasing after LOVE
Love is worth chasing after...
Loneliness II
Loneliness takes on a taste for me red Sophi semi dry tested to kill thoughts. Loneliness, it's a return to the apartment, where nobody waits. Loneliness, It's a morning look in the mirror where do you see the signs passing time. Loneliness
Unhear You
I can't unhear the words you say to me You can't take those words back What is said, is said and words do hurt You can say sorry, sorry can only go so far I can't unhear the words you've said, You've said them so many times I am not perfect and
COVID'S CALL
I wrote this in about 15 mins, the past years' experiences seemed to just draw it out of me. I hope others like it and are not offended by the spiritual aspect of it,I draw comfort,inspiration,strength, peace of mind and guidance from the Lord....... if just one person is made to feel a bit better by it then I'm happy.
Why you ghostin?
Jeeze, I forgot about this one. When I compile my list of poems to go into my book for publishing, this will be the starting poem.
Fearless
I wrote this 6-22-2023. I suppose in this write that you've done about everything (and gone everywhere), and now what? I'd say improvise, adapt, overcome, and write a madcap song like this! lol Until then
Burmese Summer Rain
wet wet poetry
Vacation to Maine
I have managed to keep myself busy, but next time I'm flying, the road traffic was too much.
If you forget me
It describes how important love is in our lives. Neruda seems to show the reader that he or she should feed relationship with attention and love.
Breakout
A parody song of Breakout by Swing Out Sister about the corovirus. We have ten people at work who have been infected in the last two weeks.
November tears
November tears fall asleep to their music, the noise of fallen leaves, fast twilight that steals a ray of sunshine dry grass on the hills of Poloniny. November tears flow in lonely times as if they wanted to clean the world wash away