Life is a Novel
At each day we rise we get to write a new page Discovering what is most alive in us and releasing it to others During the day we contribute to each others novel Challenged by life’s ups and downs we write our stories As the day wares on we get to
Ode to joy
I live where beauty surrounds me, and this my tribrute
Thinking of David.
This the story that my Mother revealed to me, about my brother David, her love and commitment to her very poorly son, who died at the age of 10 months, which this day and age would merit minor surgery, such the two edged sword of life.
Mândra mea-i frumoasa tare (Most Beautiful Woman)
This is a Romanian rural love poem - the fresh translation of it is mine. Its about a country lad hopelessly in love with his girl and love is a reward for the hardships of country life. A charming poem.
Sunshine in the rain
I wrote this to woo a woman who left me cold , got scammed by her I had hopes it shows the path from darkness into the light
The Bonfire
Life in the forests, lakes and plains of Minnesota is magical! This is the story of a Bonfire from my little corner of the world.
"Thank You"
Giving thanks for his goodness.
my very own , Solomon's Song of Songs
My song of songs i wrote using some proverbs.
Mom
about my mother who passed
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.
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
Darling of your eye
During my teens which I am not now of course,I loved a girl so much and had a feeling that she was my everything and life without her was nothing.They say a beautiful soul outshines a beautiful body.I only loved the soul enshrined in the temple of love.Try as I may I could not succeed in getting her as my soulmate my mind was bleeding and is bleeding even to this day. The wounds and scars are permanent and shall never ever disappear.I dedicate this to her.
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
Happy
We can't always expect others or material things to bring us happiness, we must look within. Thanks for reading, God bless everyone. J
Thank You
thankful for the God and i know this is not a poem
Sniffy Do
Originally, this poem came from the ancient Greek. The title was something like oikemon parthenos pussypoo. Apparently, Athenian women took offense at the lack of a believable story line. Men had few complaints. Somehow it appeared centuries later, in the waist packs of Visigoth warriors, on their way to Gaul. More recently, a copy turned up in an excavation site near Oslo, along with a collection of stone sex toys. Check out the neat meter, which is not unlike that of the sonnets of A E Neuman. Slick.
BABY'S THE BOSS
First written: 14th July 1997. This was my Mothers yorkie dog. She lived to about thirteen years old, and unfortunately developed epilepsy and eventually had to be put to sleep because it could not be controlled in the end even with medication.
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
SEEK AND YOU WILL FIND
I wrote this poem not long after my husband died.
Ode To My Hills
the Quantock Hills were the first to be given the title of outstanding natural beauty in 1956
Moon Ode
Moon you serenade me nightly casting your beaming silvery rays touching and filling my weary soul with awesome magical perfection Watching you in your various phases crescent sliver you delight and enchant yet too your half sends heartfelt s
Red
This, for love? Fear not concerned reader, she yet lives. "For we are Gods handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do GOOD works which God prepared in advance for us to do... Eph 2:10
That's True Love...
Awesome Story Must Read. . . . Husband comes home drunk and breaks some crockery, vomits and falls down on the floor... Wife pulls him up and cleans everything. Next day wen he gets up he expects her to be really angry wid him.... He prays t
Mine
A good thing never comes e-z
That's True Love...
Awesome Story Must Read. . . . Husband comes home drunk and breaks some crockery, vomits and falls down on the floor... Wife pulls him up and cleans everything. Next day wen he gets up he expects her to be really angry wid him.... He prays t
Ode To Poets
Have you ever been moved by beauty? stood and listened to the birds sing? been transfixed by the sight of deer? Watched the eagles soaring the thermals? gazed on the beauty of a woodland lake? or sat by a ring of fairy mushrooms? Just as na
Feeling the rain
Hardship of Breakups
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....
it's about time to start the healing
my poem is dedicated to the one person I ever felt deserved my heart. i'd like to think words like this would drive her back into my arms. this isn't even a fraction of the sweet things i'd say to her if given the chance every single damn day.
A ring
New to the poetry corner. So my poem is not much. Its about a girl receiving an engagement ring
MAN OF GOLD
WOKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WHEN I WAS 16 WROTE DOWN WHAT JESUS BURNT IN TO MY MIND........
Love Tree
Is about how to take care of the person you love!
In Shades of Autumn and Cream
My Ode to redheads
Great Lakes Meteor 5/23/2012
Violent green drop of Jupiter Burning neon in the Mothers breath. Blessing the night of this reveler The bearing of this Gemini upon the Earth. Luna waxing near the path The "Panspermian" mote's essence dazzled Searing elation into all that esp
The Coat Hanger
My special tribute to the iconic bridge in Australia, The Sydney Harbour Bridge. Written: 4th August 2013
LOVE MADE ANGELS WEEP
<b> Actually I saw this incredible woman on a Dating Site-As I looked at her picture these words came to me. I sent it to her. She was really touched but not enough to fulfill My Dream! Too Bad SHE WAS HOT! LMAO
LOVE-ANGELS WEEP!
Love is about Romance, Passion and Desire! Something thats supposed to Be Beautiful Between a Couple not Perverted. Any Dog Can Screw- But when a Man and a Woman really connect on an emotional level, it shakes the atmosphere around them, becoming a Uncontrollable Fire! That's the Kind of Love Making I'm Talking Abou!
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
Wounded Spirit
I just wrote this yesterday for my niece on her birthday. She was the victim of domestic abuse from her husband. She only refers to her marriage as the "blessing" that gave her, her beautiful little boy, Lucas. If you ever met her, you would never forget her.
I SEE YOU LIKE BLACK
Well you would be singing "Lady in black" instead of "Lady in Red" :)
DREAM OF LOVE
DREAM OF LOVE In the land of this world With sacred places and hidden valleys, Live my dream, charming Lady my Queen. Her sparkling magic eyes, Look deep into my eyes And open my heart toward Light and Love. I know that this is a dream,
The Little Boy I Knew
My youngest brother and I were always very close and I remember writing this for him when his son was born. OH MY! I went to his house for Christmas this year and got to meet his new grandson. What happened to that little boy I knew??? He's now a Grandpa. Where does time go?