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The importance of such a little word...
Mon ame~ My soul
I wrote this fer my cowboy.:)
The Moon
This poem is my idea of how the moon finds the strength to rise every night to give her light to the world. She hopes and takes pleasure in love.
Due Thanksgiving
“Due Thanksgiving” is a poem I wrote a couple of weeks before the American holiday of Thanksgiving. Our “Harvest Festival”, if you like. And it’s celebrated on the last Thursday in November, each year. And, a couple of weeks before the actual holiday, I got into a reflective mood, thinking about that first Thanksgiving, (Which has devolved into a very commercialized excuse for a “family feast/get together”, now.) and what it was about. And I ended up writing the poem, “Due Thanksgiving”. It’s my take on what “Thanksgiving” is really SUPPOSED to be about. Although it rarely is, today. And there certainly is a religious aspect and context to the holiday, as well as the poem. It started as a Celebration of God’s bounty to his people. And the particular people who started this great “Thanksgiving” were, in fact, “Christians”. A small offshoot branch of “Christianity”, but Christians, nonetheless. And, for such a long poem, something that you may find interesting, is that, from start to finish, this poem only took me between 2 and 3 hours to write. It was almost like there was a hand guiding mine. But the poem isn’t meant to proselytize Christianity. Most people that know me, will tell you that I’m NOT a “religious” person. And, if you’re speaking in terms of “organized” religions, and/or churches, that’s true enough. But I DO have a “spiritual” side. But I think that a man’s “spiritual” nature is his own business! Between him, and HIS “God”. (Just as I don’t feel MY relationship with MY “Higher Power” is anybody’s business, but mine and His! And you might be interested to know that this poem was originally written in a 4 beat meter (as are the majority of my poems, for some reason I’ve never discovered/understood). But, after people bugging me to “do something” with this poem (which is one of the few poems of mine that I’ve shared, openly, with people who I thought might appreciate it) for somewhere around 30+ years, now, I’ve finally broken down and had a poster made up, with this poem. And, to do that, I tried to break it down into a more natural “spoken” rhythm, which is the version you just read. But there are actually several versions of this poem. (I have a propensity for RE-writing my poems. I NEVER consider one of my poems “finished”. They’re ALWAYS open to rewriting, if I think of a way to say something that “I” feel is “better” than my initial phrasing.) Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
Due Thanksgivimg
“Due Thanksgiving” is a poem I wrote a couple of weeks before the American holiday of Thanksgiving. The American "Thanksgiving" is, basically, a harvest festival/feast. This banquet became known as “Thanksgiving”, because it was meant as a “Thanks Giving” to God, for the bounty He had given to His people. And this harvest banquet became an annual event, which, over the years, spread to all parts of what is now the United States of America. And it’s celebrated on the last Thursday in November, each year. And, a couple of weeks before the actual holiday, I got into a reflective mood, thinking about that first Thanksgiving, (Which has devolved into a very commercialized excuse for a “family feast/get together”, now.) and what it was about. And I ended up writing the poem, “Due Thanksgiving”. It’s my take on what “Thanksgiving” is really SUPPOSED to be about. Although it rarely is, today. And there certainly is a religious aspect and context to the holiday, as well as the poem. It started as a Celebration of God’s bounty to his people. And the particular people who started this great “Thanksgiving” were, in fact, “Christians”. A small offshoot branch of “Christianity”, but Christians, nonetheless. And, for such a long poem, something that you may find interesting, is that, from start to finish, this poem only took me between 2 and 3 hours to write. It was almost like there was a hand guiding mine. But the poem isn’t meant to proselytize Christianity. Most people that know me, will tell you that I’m NOT a “religious” person. And, if you’re speaking in terms of “organized” religions, and/or churches, that’s true enough. But I DO have a “spiritual” side. But I think that a man’s “spiritual” nature is his own business! Between him, and HIS “God”. (Just as I don’t feel MY relationship with MY “Higher Power” is anybody’s business, but mine and His!
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.
ah to feel a hold of a love
for nickolie and child lost june 4 1994
"Love Skyline"
Wintertime Wicked wind outside Staying indoors Waiting for friendly wings A glass of wine Hearts glide Streams interweaving moors My caring robin sings What a joy! Plain pleasure Delightful and Divine Naughty boy! Unpretentious trea
The word according to the word.
Poem category says nature. It is the closest description that I could choose - the nature of the word.
Deity
Full moon glowing Wind howling Knock, knock Four corners unlock I realized It's the GODS who made me Not the Gods I made Thank you Mommy and Daddy!
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
MARTIN VAN BUREN HIGH
TIME GOES BY TOO FAST
SELOTL
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times, And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes, And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes, Oh, do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last, And your stree
To Begin
Oh, I was just sitting here, thinking about Dr. Seuss;D
Somewhere Over The Rainbow Trout.
My soul is attached to a fly rod.
The room
the tormented mind
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~
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
"Wildmulberry"
it´s a special homage to my brazilian friend who is new member at this site and her nickname is "wildmulberry"...Be welcome my dear and lovely friend... all my best wishes to you!!! i hope you will find your soulmate here... Congratulations!!!!
A beautiful woman
Just wanted to give a better outlook on what a true beautiful woman is.
Betrayal of OUR Dead in Defiance
1.2 Billion mactations on New World Order´s bloody Altar of GREED since 26 Jan 1778! WE Homo sapiens are STILL Abused (in billions), victims blamed, kids etc BBQd ALIVE, all for ¨Freedom¨, and exterminated for ¨Economy¨ by the West! Sent in DEFIANCE to 6 successive Poetry and TRUTH hating Chief Orcs of Gulag Australis Inc
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.
"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.
"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...
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.
As the World Turns Day After Day
It's about a fictional Predator who goes on vacations for a thrill.
Brown eyed Woman
I stand on a cold snowy night nothing but a full moon and bright stars in my sight would like to send a message but the air is taking my life with thought's we've never met so how can this be right with only an image of your face standing in the
Waiting
this is a poetic response to a woman who made minimal contact with me
THIS IS TO YOU SON
THIS POEM WAS INSPIRED BY MY FIRST BORN SON.
Ode to My One
In adoration.
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I've been having drink's setting through the night thought i should write it down before it leaves my life it's so hard to explain wasting time writing rhymes is a passion of mine and your picture can't get off my mind You say you're looking for
A moment we lost..!
just a early moment.i remember camping in love..!wow..!
The Rose
I wrote this poem for a woman, who is still a rose I've yet to find; I wrote it to express a hope that's deep in my soul, and a dream I hope comes true. .
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I wrote this for my grandmother when she died and it was used as part of her ulagy
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.
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.
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. :-)
Just Words
Truth matters. Words matter. We cannot settle for the toxic discourse of the day. One reality, one truth and respect for others even those who disagree.
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
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
Brothers
this poem comes from the chinese tv series Romance of the Three Kingdoms. the poem was writen by Cao Zhi brother to Cao Pi. when Cao Pi took over as heir after Cao Cao passed away, Cao Zhi was under arrest by his brother Cao Pi. for not showing up for their fathers' funeral. so Cao Zhi was asked to take 7 steps and develop a poem by the time he stepped the 7th step. or he would be punished by marshal law. I enjoy this poem alot and it really has meaning and depth.
who i want to love & care
I feel warm and safe besides you That's how I know were true The love I hold inside for you Not enough words to describe I think to myself and say to me I hope your here now with me Cause your my only one in my life who I want to love more an