Honey, I'm Feeling Lonely, Honey, I'm Feeling Blue
Dedicated To All Of Our Armed Forces Over Seas or Away From Home Fighting For Our Freedom, AND To Their Families Keeping The Home Fires Burning For Them. Whether or Not You Believe or DON'T Believe in this War, Our Men And Women are STILL CVER THERE Fighting for US All. NOT Their Fault, Just Their JOB! ICR2010
You Used To Make Me Feel Beautiful
This is my first poem in English. It's actually lyric for a song. I wrote it today.
Thank you that you exist
To you thank you that you nearby, Even if nearby you are absent, You virtual look You grant to my soul light. Thank you that has kissed, But only it is a pity not in real
Far From Perfect !
written by me ,Bink
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Maybe this is the answer to that age old question.
I love the beach
I love the beach it's my most favorite place in the world I love sit on the sand and watch the pretty girls Dream my life away Oh, I love the waves The beach is my most favorite place in the world The boulevard on a Friday night Pop a brew
No Pockets in My Garments
After the death of a friend who was also a song writer and singer, this set of lyrics popped into my head, along with a tune, while I was thinking of my departed friend "Mr. James". I felt like he was singing it to me.
Love is an illusion
My heart is as pure as that of a child My passion is hot and my temper is mild I do have love in abundance To share it with you, I have no resistance Then why can't I find someone to love me? A special lady to set my emotions f
Christmas Tradition
It's the time of the year for Xmas poems. Here's one I revised.
raindance in the road
Let me put on a little John Lee Hooker groove here, and write me some fine lyrics. Here you go Kathy this will cheer you :)
Self-satisfied smile
This is a song rather than a straight poem. (think Loud an Heavy), Screaming guitars and a bass line you can feel in your bones Not to everyone's tastes I know. But I would like to know what you think about it . Good or Bad, If there are any Metalheads out there who would like to put some Music to it, PM me
I love you more..
Sometimes it's hard for me to say to you.. All of the things that I want to And it's not that I don't care.. Because you know I do.. Sometimes, I hold back maybe out of fear. But then I guess .. sometimes, Maybe we all do. And I w
PASSION'S FIRE BURNS
In the depths of passion's untamed, Our desires unleashed and inflamed, A connection beyond words, untold, When bodies collide, in fervor bold. When I feed your lust, my love, Your body quivers, with each thrust and shove, Each rough touch tr
WHAT I SEE
I've seen the fire, that you think that you should hide. try not to show it, bury it down deep inside. though you don't know it I've seen the flames there in your eyes I know you don't think it's true, but I see more light in you than you do.
Soul To Soul
Spontaneous composition...
The Dark Side of Me
Why am I not enough? Why must you seek beyond? It's all in you hands, And still you break that bond. When did I fade from you, Like an apparition in the wind? When will the final blow, Make it impossible to mend? Somewhere in the darkness
WORDS
Words like our thoughts, carry a strong energy ! I wrote this poem, as a reminder to myself-to always remember... just how powerful words truly are. In particular, those that we speak, to our selves !
Strange Meetings
The subject of this poem bears no resemblance to Wilfred Owen's prophetic poem set in WW1. I just thought of how, when you get to a certain age, your life seems to be punctuated by these "strange" meetings. And yet to quote another author, "we beat on, boats against the current."
An Angels Shame
Angel has been burned. Falling with smoking wings. Earthbound she is spurned. On and on till it stings. Heaven forgets her face. As she crashes into ground. With outstretched arms knowing, She'll never be found. And yet, No one cries for
Beefing Up
It's work but it's working...
When It Comes To This
This is a song I wrote a while back....
Three Days in May
This poem is to my sweetheart, we met here. Talked for a while. Then we met, we went for a long walk,..... and fell in love!
Why can’t you be yourself?
Can you accept the fact? To be yourself and attempt not to act To impress a member of the opposite gender By being romantic and tender Can’t you see that soon the truth will become clear? How will you explain your lies my dear? You
TWO PETALLED RED ROSE....
Two petalled red rose..! Using your soft lips as a brush While wet it in the red lipstick you applied on The artist called love Has drawn a two petalled red rose o
Romantic Desires!
Instant poem, created by it's artist fresh from the fantasy of his mind!
LIFE'S A TRIP
This is an older Poem of mine. I wrote this one many years ago, by candlelight. The power was out, it was winter, and very, very cold. We had just finished telling stories to each other. Stories of how these hard times, would be so much better one day in the future. Well, My 3 (angels)children then fell asleep beside me, on the couch. We all were under a big blanket to keep us warm. I remember that they looked so very sweet when they were sleeping. The oldest girl asleep, leaning against me, my middle girl asleep, leaning on the oldest, and my baby boy, asleep, leaned against her. Like cute little sleeping dominos. Anyway, I wrote this one that night, while being the biggest domino. . . . LOL . . I hope that you all enjoy it. (warm smile) and Be Blessed Always.
The Clouds
I wrote this one 12-28-2021. I wrote and rewrote this in a few different ways just because I liked the stanza part (And now we're here, Dig...) Allow yourself to perceive what the song means on your own accord of thought.
FOLLOW YOUR HEART
we have got to come up with songs that make you feel good. theres too much hate in the world. i want to change that and make everyone feel good about themselves
one hand wavin' free
Some of Bob Dylan's best lyrics, From "Mr. Tambourine Man"
Together 'til the end of time..
There is someone out there for each of us. It has taken me half a century but I have at last found the ONE to make my life complete. Never lose faith for your perseverance will one day be rewarded.
Laughter Of The Wizard
I wrote this one 10-17-94, just barely over two months after I "turned on, tuned in, and dropped out" and went to Woodstock '94! lol Putting this in here, I thought it might put a little change of climate into some readers minds. Something wild and out of the ordinary, perhaps?
Promises Kept
Just feelings and thoughts on the Importance of Keeping Promises. ICR2010
Seeking Truth
The ever-elusive...
The Man Who Never Smiled:..Epilogue
Epilogue, but this time fiction as I'm still alive and kicking. For our international friends "swaggie"short for swagman, a person who walked the roads seeking work carrying his meagre belongings tied to a stick and wrapped in a piece of cloth which also doubled as a blanket. His "swag". Similar in many ways to a tramp.
A TALE OF TWO SHADOWS 11/27/2015
I believe this piece may be one of my best ones of 2015. Its about Deep Intimacy... It goes along the lines of another posted up sometime ago. LOCKED IN MORTAL EMBRACE. Hope u enjoy it. Cos it was a good write. Its not yet on any of my albums of mine. But it lives up to my writing styles in the truest sense... SINCERELY YOURS - BOBBY
Texas Roadhouse
Using 50 dollars of gift cards, so the meal was free, next week I'll have seven dollars to put towards the next bill.
The junk collector`s bedtime story
I wrote "The junk collector`s bedtime story"simply to put into words what is one favorite American pastime.As a part time flea market vendor,I just hate to see anything good going to waste.If I find stuff that nobody else wants,I will find out why they got rid of it.If I can fix it,OK.I might use it,keep it,sell it,or trade it.If nothing else,use it for parts to repair other stuff.Some stuff that`s no good I might still save to use as an example to match up replacement parts.If I find something and then discover that its` completely worthless,I can always just put it back where I found it.What really gets me is that people throw stuff out 5 minutes before they need it,only for me to fix it and sell it right back to them.The resale value is ultimately,only as much as what people are willing to pay.But if you have a lot of good used items,if you sell it for a cheap price,you won`t be able to sell it fast enough.
Going to the Bathroom
A parody of Going to the Chapel. I had this coworker back at a job I had up till 2006 and he would do this constantly. He did get written up once, but still continued to do this. I figure he worked about half his shift and the other half did stuff like this to get out of work and he was the highest paid. He was also my favorite coworker which shows how bad some of my coworkers were.
The Tragedy
One of my songs I wrote
Love is hard to forget...
Reminiscing....
Untitled
The moon is so beautiful especially tonight Caressing the darkness with it's soft gentle light It feels like Im moving in circles when I look at the stars in the sky
Sharks
Going to The Meg tonight again. This is a parody of I'm Just A Bill from School House Rock I used to watch in the 70's and 80's. I love sharks, though I am afraid of them.
RE: Be aware of the vultures
gnj4u this world is spinning out of control i believe, its moving so fast only a matter of time before we burn up, every law is changing by stealth removing choice smiling thank you deeply for your excellent comment greatly appreciated wishing you a...
RE: my crazy psyche.
I'm always happy to see you morgen & thanks for your comment!!...
RE: Your heart not DEAD
Very nice Morgen...
RE: Don't Let it Break You
Hey morgen I know we have discussed this so much & we understand the energy of what's going on we just have to keep the faith like you said and stay strong. Always appreciate your comments & kindness,,,,peace always my friend...
RE: Backpacking in Nepal, June 1974
Very interesting poem, you gave us a glimpse of what seems to have been a great cultural experience that had a real impact on your life Amairgin, thanks for sharing it...
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