One Minute's Silence (A Lament For George Best)
it details a football stadium as it stood lamenting George Best and gives some aspects of George's career as a footballer and as a celebrity and in the word 'diseased' as an alcoholic
Mine
A good thing never comes e-z
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
life with Trees
I walk everyday I just love trees
November's CConversation
A November Conversation "Leafless tree, gray and bare as your mood, you arms thin and frail, somehow you manage a majestic stance in your loft, as you extend a crooked limb to warn me of advancing snows. And with a gust of wind, four
Secret love
probably nothing will change anyway
""PRETENDER"
While having a get together at my house in the year 2000. I was simply sitting on my couch. Just people watching as I often do. As I was listening to my friends talking to one another. It accrued to me that every person telling another person a story was lying and pretending they were someone they are not. I was baffled as to the fact that everybody who were talking was "PRETENDING" to be someone or something they arent. I picked up a pen and wrote this poem. It was the very first poem I had written. I hope that it makes since to you and you like it. Thanks!
Hmmmm.
I'm a Artist... Finally I have some speech in paint.... ??? Maybe/ could be/ most probably. If no one listens to your tongue... " PAINT IT ". !!!??
Space granted, please reCOOPERate
Basically explaining to this man I was dating the way in which I love, Giving him permission to be himself 100% without judgment, and the freedom to come and go as he pleases. He wasn't used to that, and the message wasn't sinking in. So I wrote him this explanation
Is not the end of life
I am good, but they said am not, yes they took away my light, but its not the end of my life I am bright i have got my reta
Under The Fridge
I should clean you more often, so i hear From the bugs that came out from there, last year. I should care and tidy, what others don't Got, I should keep maintaining my fire, so it stays hot. It should be kept spotless, and not a flaw. Cause,
SEEK AND YOU WILL FIND
I wrote this poem not long after my husband died.
I SEE YOU LIKE BLACK
Well you would be singing "Lady in black" instead of "Lady in Red" :)
"this has no title"
This I coined when all of my Best friends were stoned on "The rock", When I was about 15...And upon the rock there was a small stream that cut out a cove under it and this is where I painted this, and it is still there to this day.
Charge to the Goddess
I wrote this to give homage to the great Goddess for she does come in many different ways within our lives.
Iwannabeahadeda...
Dedicated to my friends, the hadedas...
For Scottie
Hopefully, this rather comic, early poem will make your day. It seems a bit juvenile at times with an anachronistic tint, but still, it rhymes nicely.
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
Ode to Asma ~Chapter 1 ~
One year in Dhaka, taught me more of life than a decade
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
The American man! :)
That poem is for the American men!!!! It means the men are very h*rny, then!!!! I wrote it, because I love the hot, handsome, attractive, romantic and sexy men, who love the sex!!!!!
the design of clouds(zen story)
I just god a call from jim morrison...
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
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.
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.
Gods slice of Heaven...
this poem is about a beach called Wai-nui-o-toto (new chums beach), on the Coromandel, New Zealand. developers want to develope it, activists want to save it, and locals will share till the end of time... cause at the end of time, those who seeked to destroy it will lay for ever in unrest, those who fought to save it will be remebered. and we as locals will die to keep that that is important to us free from ones greed... it is one of the last untouched natural wonders left on the Coromandel, it should be left alone for all to share, not just for the few who want it for them selves... sound familiar?? its happening world wide, wake up people... enjoy.
MY CRUSH
ITS about a teen age girl having a crush on a guy and in this poems she tells how she feels about him
Legacy Of Rodeo
I didn't actually write this poem, its dedicated to all the Bullriders out there who have come off a bull and survived it. Lane Frost was a true cowboy, who in his day lived up to his name, at just 24 he was instantly killed by a bull name Red Rock which he rode at the Calgary Stampede championship finals.
My Cat
Just a bit of fun...
My Angels
just something i wrote along time ago for people and family to ponder upon
Merry Christmas Daddy
One very lonely day during the holidays the first year without either of my parents I found myself writing this and one for Momma. A little sappy - what can I say :)
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
Solitary Owl
In Memory of my friend, Danie RIP 31/03/2008
Restless Moment
I dreamed a sweet dream of a Gemini one night. For a brief moment we held each other and I whispered forgotten words to her. The dream ended and now I'm stuck in reality without her.
Sandie
Connection, life within clouds. I couldn't write directly to her but I had to write. I felt that love had flown but was so buoyed by the love I'd known. 8 weeks to uncover too much too soon, online & telephone realities & runes. Mellifluous her voice like a gentle sea breeze," it's only me "she would say, setting my spirit free.
Where will I be
I write my poems With glee Happy thought Of what I could be I could marry I could stay single Able to do anything These thoughts occupy me Where will I be in ten years time Thinking I could be married settled down three kids these
THE BEAUTY OF WOMAN
Who can resist radiant beauty shining from within the soul of a woman? When in her s*xual power, What man would not devour a woman? The seed makes it's journey to implant in the womb of a woman. Who bears the the child and helps it t
MAN OF GOLD
WOKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WHEN I WAS 16 WROTE DOWN WHAT JESUS BURNT IN TO MY MIND........
Captured
After meeting you my Steve my heart was captivated by what i saw in your eyes and so i wrote this for you
The imagination of a Virtuoso
freestyling maybe ? lol
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
Gods gift
I am but a poet a horseman and recorder of life and reality I have seen my mother and father battle life’s journeys Tis lore and harmony that I write about the true meaning of what is seen this poem is about the thoughts of a mere male who believes that there is two in life not one The heart is one the soul is one yet together two bodies are one thank you for reading my works