Who am I?
I will be Superman for my Lady when she needs me to be! I will be a Big Teddy Bear for my Lady when she needs me to be! I will be Dr. Phil for my Lady when she needs me to be! Who am I? I am her Prince Charming... Peace Always ~By Dallas~
DEAREST DAUGHTER
What can I say... A tribute to my Crystal! Added a verse on 7/18/17
Ardor
Each night while I slumber She creeps into my dreams Out from backdrops of blue and umber In a shroud of red and yellow beams She’s hypnotic in her particular motion As she dances to the rhythm of the backbeat on a hang drum She bew
Brandobaris and the Dragon Part Three
Brandobaris just stood holding his sisters stalk of wheat And the dragon breathed in And the dragon breathed in and in and in and in and then? The dragon breathed out breath of fire But Brandobaris was no longer staning there For he had f
Friends, of yester years
Beautiful hearts, beautiful memories. Makes life beautiful.
As the World Turns Day After Day
It's about a fictional Predator who goes on vacations for a thrill.
The word according to the word.
Poem category says nature. It is the closest description that I could choose - the nature of the word.
i"m off to kitty heaven
i"ve never been the same since i lost my jasmine in 2014.i figure its time.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
"Grand" Parents
I came from a broken home and was thrown from pillar to post. I would stay with an aunt and uncle for a time. Then with a lady-friend of my dad's. But the best time of my life growing up was when I got to stay with my grandparents. The part about the tomato is true. My grandpa would sometimes take a salt shaker with him in his shirt pocket when he went out to tend the garded. He'd pick a tomato, lick it and then sprinkle salt on it and eat it. Well, "monkey see, monkey do"! One day he went to the garden and I followed. I started eating cherry tomatoes. He noticed and said, "Hey! Stop eating the tomatoes". I replied "But, you eat them all the time!" And Grandpa said "You just wait for supper". So, I still had one cherry tomato left in my hand. And, he made me angry with his one-way business,so, I hauled off and threw that tomato at him whilst he was bent over. The tomato just missed hitting him in the head by an inch or so. I got so scared at the thought of what would have happened had I connected, that I almost peed my britches.
Love
Love A burning consumes my soul As I gaze upon thee Yet you do not see You are my goal Slowly you turn and walk away Though I do stay My heart goes with you Oh, if you only knew My days are filled with visions of you Yet our moments t
The Old Man
Shortly after I first left home, (many, many moons ago lol), I was livig in Montreal in a little apartment, in an old house, on the 2nd floor, with the kitchen table set in bay windows overlooking a park. I spent a lot of time sitting at that table and this poem is a true story. It was almost 6 months later that I wrote it, and I actually had it published in one of the Eastern Townships Newspapers.
ah to feel a hold of a love
for nickolie and child lost june 4 1994
THE TINY BALL OF FLUFF
First written: 12th July 1997. In memory of my lovely Persian cat who died aged just over 16 years. Sent to The International Library of Poetry 15th July 1997 Published in hardback book, ‘Quite Storm’ Spring 1998, also recorded on Poetry to Music via the
Instinct
This poem came to me as I was riding with some friends high up in the mountains a few years ago. I'd say the poem out loud and we'd all repeat it , finding the words, making it complete. :-) It speaks of man's desire to answer what's inside. :-)
A Field Worker's Soil
Most people (ignorant, so to speak) immediately assume that all hispanic immigrants are good for nothings, that they belong in the rice fields. Little do they know, hispanics in general are labor ready workers, hard-workers, willing to sacrifice whatever it is necessary to provide their families with daily food. They're underpaid and disrespected, this poem was written in honor of those great men whose fruit is the product of their labor.
Teddy Bears in Paradise
This is a deeply personal piece. It is whimsical, and at times silly in it's words, but purposeful. Hidden within its words are moments, places, and dreams once shared with someone special. Even the dedication has a special code. If the person for whom it was written should find it here she would surely recognize it. I have often thought of producing a line of teddy bears based upon the poem and including a bound copy with each bear.
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I wrote this for my grandmother when she died and it was used as part of her ulagy
To Begin
Oh, I was just sitting here, thinking about Dr. Seuss;D
Ode to Asma ~Chapter 2~
So, then after, and ever after, my weekly trips to the circle of city for market, my eyes would quickly scan the jumble of bodies rushing towards me, and miraculously she would appear out of the morass. i would frown at any stick raised at my c
THE MIND
Just thinking about life and living
Only For a Moment
We shared our dreams, We shared our fears, We shared our thoughts, We shed our tears. But only for a moment. I found a friend, I found my love, I found my soulmate, A gift from above. But only for a moment. I gave my soul, I gave m
Tribute to an Old Sailor
Written upon the death of the father of my two best friends, who was much more of a father to me than my own.
Beautiful Doris Day
I love Doris Day' She projected the girl next door image A sweet lovely sophistacted sensitive woman Que sera sera Blessings and Love to all
isolation.
the name says it all, isolation. the deeper man comes in dreams the better they develop their imagination. though this poem is suposed to be a helping hand in leaving worries or sorrow. fear is a small motivator and a big demeanor, when not banned properly. thank you for reading
the design of clouds(zen story)
I just god a call from jim morrison...
Leap to freedom.
(The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog) This piece is about the sentence that typists learn, to gain mastery of the keyboard, and enhance speed. I wanted to try to turn it into a poem without mentioning any of the words in the sentence directly, but to try to convey the meaning in a lighthearted way.
the fragrance after the rain
i guess 4 yrs in a 10yr prison sentance ,my childhood girlfriend dump me and i just started writing poems etc
"Mystical Honeymoon"
i am still inspired by Kitamura Kigin(japanese poet from the XVII Century)... i combine the love theme of "Iwatsutsuji"("Wild Azaleas" or "Rock Azaleas") with other elements of eastern poetry such as the scar of a warrior, hope from an auspicious star and the scent-probably from an incense of indian clove that shows a spicy inner feeling... about the queen bee, probably i don´t deserve this kind of relationship, and so, being humble, i compare myself to a beloved quean because i am not the main consort or lover to this unknown worthy drone...
HERRINGBONE HEMMED
JUST ANOTHER POEM FOR THE INJUSTICE OF IRELAND TO BURY DEEP ENOUGH THAT ONLY A FOOL WOULD SCAN THAT FAR TO FIND A POEM WRITTEN ON THIS EARLY FLORIDA MORN, FOR SURELY SHE IS AN UNFAIR EDITOR BORN
The Man In The...
Written 8-22-00. This was a very inspirational piece from different ideas put together. The man signifies maybe a father who had lost a son in a war, a man who`d lost the love of his life, the homeless man who was down on his luck, so many different men could`ve been this man, but even if he`s hurting, don`t be afraid to lend a hand, and give some comfort so he can die with some peace.
Iwannabeahadeda...
Dedicated to my friends, the hadedas...
To my dad,, eleven yrs gone dis yr..
We cried the tears for all the years, the years dat we spent watch'n, the time went by, in the flicks of our eyes, and we had no time,to say sad goodbye's,, see you at home da..
Trapped in haite
what it must be like to be trapped
Ode to John.
A wistful poem written for a very special man filled with hopes for the future. I'd say the birds are now singing loud and clear.
love is strong
love for someone
Ode to Asma ~Chapter 1 ~
One year in Dhaka, taught me more of life than a decade
A Remote yet crowded Church
the woods are my pastime church. I enter with solemnity. I find peace , harmony and a feeling of being as close to God as possible. I have found that the woods arE THE "CHURCH OF THE WOLVES and they will challenge your right to be on their sacred lair.
my very own , Solomon's Song of Songs
My song of songs i wrote using some proverbs.
"Thank You"
Giving thanks for his goodness.
Plough, Pen , Pistol
O Plough! You are very antique In the unique history of man; The only instrument of livelihood, For filling his empty can. You taught the mankind to live Like a bundle of wood; To live in a village together And to get their food. You tau
Upon angles wings
Its about an ex high school friend of mine who I adored, worshiped, would do anything for, and she never gave me the time of day because I wasn't the cool or Mr popular guy or had money....