Losing a friend
Just lost a friend
LOVE
Love...Happens
Two Clocks in Separate Places
The things we are most familiar with will keep us apart and bring us back together
Love Is Like Finding A Lost Coin
We always feel sad when something is lost, but very happy when it is found again.
I Traverse The Path
I traverse the path, groping in darkness, In search of salvation; I lose my way now and then; My head bumps against the stony walls; I return to the prison Where all sense is lost. I want sunlight and the open sky, I want the touch of affect
Full moon over Opotiki
the best days in New Zealand
One Alone
We are all just time travelers such as a shooting star.
Fly Again
“ If you love somebody, set them free! “
Serene Is The Heart...
Serene is the heart that yearns not for reward, Divine is the soul dedicated to the service of mankind, Music is sweetest when it comes from the depth of the heart, And tears the gloom of the mind apart, And diffuses the ecstasy that permeates he
Dreams Of You
Loneliness is often just like dreaming for someone missing from your heart
SHE DIDN'T LIKE
SHE DIDN'T LIKE
nu's challenge
Things to change if things could be changed.
irrelevant haikus
brain in motion never die..
here's a weird one
had 2 weeks of catch-up reading to do here at the Corner.. 5+ pages, with many enjoyable and superb writes. Continuing thanks to all who've been posting. Also; sorry to hear that (t'rob?) is leaving for a time(?) -slip'
Love That’s Lost In Time
This is entirely an abstract form of poetry that tries to define something that’s more imaginary than real.
I travel with no ship nor sail
Defines aspects of my perspective within life, limiting the scale of it all down to a single moment in time where I can view it all from up close while still seeing the whole picture. Lastly; In Lak'ech : I am you, and You are me It's a Mayan greeting which would be said to all things as a sort of vague yet understanding form of hello.
Departed
Missing someone…..
A motorcycle poem
She stood there Eye wide open but not lit. In a state of intensive care. A hard 5 months later she was back riding in the wind with some hickups. Kept her safe once she proved to me that this was for life. Now She is in the best shape I ever seen
she
From monuments high On pillars of stone She stands alone Her gaze Her features Her sensual body set in stone Frome granite stone Her gaze fixed She stands For all to see Model set in stone For she is the attraction The model for al
Impolite dreams
It's all about dreams
A Voice from across the River
Greg Sexton "A Voice from across the River" I wonder if it is like this for you... Watching the shoreline.... laughing at the dance of the the crow..... the beauty of the trees ... Hearing the intricate rhythms of the crickets, ...the cica
CONTENPLATIONS
Sitting here behind my window, watching the anger of the rain pelting down as if in pain. The wind doing its best to blow it over the hills to the forest in the west. My latter years spent pondering sitting here watching the world go by. Memo
Waiting...
Written while sitting in a waiting room, awaiting my turn.
WORDS YOU SAID
Words you said
I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW!!!!
Just feeling like a sucker...
Sensuality
feeling a little scratchy darlings :)
Purple Moon
Inspired by one of those misty, humid, summer nights.
Dandelion Diplomacy
Commenting on global warning and the proliferation of non-native species and machines……nothing too serious or maybe not?
Dag Of Nag
Deur vensters met krake. Staar ek harteloos in die ruimte. Regtig verlore. Alleen onder die maanlig. Alleen tweetalig. Alleen. Die spieel hang skeef in die gang. Ek kan myself nie seen nie. Die spieel is omgedraai. Dit is nag. Maar dit is d
This Thing We Call Life
Sometimes poetry can become such an invitation for reflection such as this abstract form of poetry answering a question or perhaps asking a few more?
Was it a dream?
A silly poem that came out of nowhere
A Single Pebble
Love is an all powerful pebble found on the beach......
The Poem and the Symphony
THE POEM AND THE SYMPHONY Time gleans "the sound" from you.. from a distant age gone by. Body, Neck and Bridge... Strings, Frets and Keys, aggregates of this guitarra... A matrix of wood and bone, constructs of this Soul. Embodied in
Whispers of the Night
if love visited me tonight, would i be the same? if love touched you tonight, would you remember his name? if love visited us tonight... would we dance beneath the sheets, or return to the safety of our restless shame? duplicity and reck
A RUDE AWAKENING
Glad I don't dream much
Mystery is Love
Only when you reached an understanding that what you've known all along is true.
This Dance (2)
THIS DANCE If there were days enough... I would learn this Dance, to dance with you. The flood light .... the sunrise... like Icarus - we ascend to the heavens, like Icarus - only to fall to the earth again... and again. This is my d
Pitch Dark After Supper
There has never been a greater need for the world to come together to face down our problems.
simple
poems in silence sparse as winter branches leaving a few disheveled words without a script
no title
flight of a hundred swifts over fields of Summer lifts leaving songs as parting gifts departing arrows in darting shifts
Dream Walker
The darkness and uncertainty of life during this pandemic is very unnerving.
I can hear is my breathing
When an inner empty arises