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.
In Memory of Sandy Hook School
Shortly after I lost Momma I was online going through poetry pages and I came across this. The poem itself is amazing but it was the picture behind it. It could have been the farm I grew up on ... the lake, the little island everything was perfect. Shivers went up and down my spine and I knew Momma was still with me. I have kept a copy of this with me ever since and shared it with many who have have needed it.
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 :)
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 :)
The room
the tormented mind
what is love
How you express the desire for love
ah to feel a hold of a love
for nickolie and child lost june 4 1994
TRIBUTE TO A DYING FRIEND
As told in the poem, a true story.
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
My Distant Prince ( Niall)
This is all about how my new found love raised me up from my traumatic experience in the past.He is from Ireland.I'm from the Philippines. We are far apart but our hearts met and our feelings transcends with no boundaries at all.
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
My Angels
just something i wrote along time ago for people and family to ponder upon
VE
This poem came from meditation, and is displayed as conceptualised. love. Is an absolute condition of the human condition, hopefully all eventually realise the unconditionality of love. We are probably born with the concept of love at a deep genetic level, however we must learn to love. I find the last line the most intriguing, the word evolve separated by a dash shows love in reverse, ve usually in English conveys the position of I. So through the process of learning love or evolving the human condition we move to higher states and realise greater realms of love, the last line conveys or transports us to the position of, I HAVE EVOL-ED Maybe love and the evolving human condition are intricately symbiotic. That's the way I intemperate it anyhow. Regards.....Andy
Captured
After meeting you my Steve my heart was captivated by what i saw in your eyes and so i wrote this for you
Waiting
this is a poetic response to a woman who made minimal contact with me
Solitary Owl
In Memory of my friend, Danie RIP 31/03/2008
Somewhere Over The Rainbow Trout.
My soul is attached to a fly rod.
Mon ame~ My soul
I wrote this fer my cowboy.:)
Your Smile
A poem I wrote on the train about my friend's smile :)
Greater Love
I know this poem has a morbid feel to it, I wrote it in the memory of my nephew. RIP J.Stanaway
My Cat
Just a bit of fun...
BEAUTY
True beauty what is it really As we often heard It’s in the eye of the beholder Beauty can be found In almost anything In a song or rhyme The sounds of the wind a moment of remembrance in page through time’s journal a majestic tree
"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.
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
wisdom of the snake
it's a riddle mostly seen from popular and yet unpopular myths somewhere in time. my poem style in this case was on a mood a bit like a jester. a dark humor that somehow makes me laugh about the stupid things we humans actually do. by the way no offense towards religious people!
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.
beauty at its finest
as the stars gleam brightly in the skies so does that twinkle in your eyes i wouldnt change you for anything your beauty is so supreme everytime i see your smiling face i thank god for the place i live i stay i look around but no other beauty
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,
guys
I was sitting and watching my father with my son one day and I realized the different stages we go through in life .
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
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
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I II III IV V VI VII VIII
Beauty Most Everywhere!
I There is much beauty for all to see With the eyes of faith and simplicity For even the night flaunts its thrilling craft With stars and scents and the breezy draught II The hills, the mountains and the gentle shower The bowery green and t
"Knock"
Loved writing this. Soph
"The Rose and the Weed"
One day while pondering the thought and possibility of plants 'thinking and speaking'... I came up with this poem. It's meant to be an analogy of the way people's lives can sometimes be compared to one another. Success vs failure, popular vs unpopular, accepted vs the outcasts. May it cause us all to be a bit more compassionate and sensitive to those around us who may appear to be less fortunate in life's circumstances.
the hours
the hours of the day
Identity
I wrote this poem back in college when some friends and I would visit local coffee shops. It pretty much sums up my life at the time.
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
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
the design of clouds(zen story)
I just god a call from jim morrison...
the haiku night(zen story)
in state of haka meditation..
Bananas
This poem is about bananas. I wrote it because I like bananas. I was feeling like eating a banana when I wrote it.