Ode to joy
I live where beauty surrounds me, and this my tribrute
Handsome Nell
this is the first poem Robert Burns wrote at the age of fifteen and the subject fouteen year old Nelly Kilpatrick, the daughter of a blacksmith near Mount Oliphant. It was written in the autumn of 1773.
Merry Christmas Momma
One very lonely day during the holidays the first year without either of my parents I found myself writing this and one for Daddy. A little sappy - what can I say :)
Field and Flower
I Oh barren field, oh field of arid slumber Fate has deferred her promised strength; The dawn has spent its vaunted power And age now marks each hasty hour II But Grace has held its tender course Through the noise and the quie
To Eire
Reflections on my recent trip to Ireland.
LOVE
I wrote this at 17 years of age when ADULTS always said to us at that age that we don't know what love is. lol Funny thing is I was single when I wrote it
Paint Me In Chocolate!
This is just a sensual poem of what could happen if one was to paint me in chocolate. It's a fantasy, a dream.
An Irish Heart
I guess this isn't really a poem, but my Granny died some time ago and it was a tough time for me, as although I now don't have relationship with my parents I loved her very very much. It kind of helped me to write things down; it still does.
Adrift for not, a thousand years
This flowed one night during a tough time in my life. Cheers all. :)
Solitary Owl
In Memory of my friend, Danie RIP 31/03/2008
Grace Has Taken Me Through!
I Grace is the sustainer of all life on earth Every impulse to breathe, since the moment of birth All thought of goodness and the will to achieve Grace is the Giver of all gifts we receive II Being on this journey, there is much to
THE BEAUTY OF GOD'S CREATION
ALL OF GOD'S CREATION IS SO BEAUTIFUL TO ME, EVERY RIVER, EVERY LAKE, EVERY OCEAN, AND EVERY SEA; THE SUNRISES AT DAWN TO GIVE US THE MORNING LIGHT, AND THE MOON AND THE STARS IN SPACE ARE LIKE SPARKLING DIAMONDS IN THE SKY AT NIGHT THE MOUN
Mine
A good thing never comes e-z
MARTIN VAN BUREN HIGH
TIME GOES BY TOO FAST
IF
The importance of such a little word...
Bithday present to connie
had a dog,a lurcher,terrier,on Feb,19th,had to bury her,Didn't know she was ill,if only knew? disease of the womb,did not have a clue,hope im forgiven for not knowing that,and connie im sorry,for being a twat!! to me you a daughter that i never had
SCHOOL DAYS
I MET A GREAT TEACHER AND INSPIRATION TO ME! MY MUSIC TEACHER; MR HAMBURG!
My Dog, The Cat
For my little guy!
Will you cuddle with me ?
without necessarily penetration
Ocean
A short poem praising the ocean.
I SEE YOU LIKE BLACK
Well you would be singing "Lady in black" instead of "Lady in Red" :)
Enduring Values
I If I were to consider the world’s best offer And examine the mounds, one after the other The richest attire and the finest gold rings All objects of envy of peasants and kings Yet, in the darkness, away from the glitter Fineries so often lo
Captured
After meeting you my Steve my heart was captivated by what i saw in your eyes and so i wrote this for you
THIS IS TO YOU SON
THIS POEM WAS INSPIRED BY MY FIRST BORN SON.
Falls Of Vash
few versus ive had floating for years finally came together... enjoy feel free to post comments i do read them and i do appreciate them... thanks to all who have read and written comments before... cheers and mwah =P
Ode to My One
In adoration.
the haiku night(zen story)
in state of haka meditation..
No Death!
I Death has no powers or state to rule Life is all there is on this simple plane No death, no darkness, only the Light For in The Master’s plans, there’s no dread night II And when the gloom descends and settles here And the heart makes q
Tarzan and Jane
the record was recorded a while back the words are always important freedom from the politics and hustle and bustle rumble in the jungle Tarzan and Jane
a Twin wind
written, yes it's to a special friend's loss.
a"Knight's day"
History an grave site archaeology have an are showing there were many great women warriors.
Ode to Asma ~Chapter 3 ~ (there is a Chap.1 & 2)
Next came, my market week i missed; such preventing, torrential rains. So, it became two, almost three weeks trudged on before i could come. This time, though, suddenly became a herald from word carried by mouth, among the children in masses gathe
My time
1, hour alone, in a destination unknow, with a man of charm, to hold in ur arms, 1, Day together, when it feels forever, with an exceptional girl, id give her a lace of pearls, 1, week apart, where it breaks my heart, with only one wish,
Keys, Hammers and Strings
seven years old untapped talent passion even then do you remember? we met and with every scale i touched 88 generations of my past my future they were all familiar and loved me as i loved them with every chord the whole world
SHARON V.
I wrote this for a special person tech vet who loves animals as much as me!
Lui
Just a little fantasy :-)
Saturday Club
A glance back at more innocent times and the child still within.
Ode to Davina
This is a Fond Rememberance of my dear Mother Davina Yvonne who died at home on April 13, 1998. Aged 76 years. Davina the loving Mother of Susan, Carol and Tom.
LOVE 2 TXT
Its the first poem I ever wrote and I think the best one
The Old Barn
Many inspirations taken from abandoned buildings such as an old barn.
BELLADONNA
soft and sweet from your head to your feet amongst all maidens you are the most elite.
Gimlets
Reflections on Faith and Fate.