The Breakup
Self explanatory Sunday. Can someone get a message to the 16 year old pothead running this ride to stop and let me off! I am still going to try to laugh! I probably should remove my write on "euphoria" because that feeling was so short lived and comprised to hell and back it's pure pitiful! Just put up with me, I'm harmless, really.
Daddy Said
Written on Father's Day for a friend and other women who were close to and lost their fathers.
Sadness
Trying to define, a philosophical stance of eliminating sorrow. But somehow end up in a Theistic view.
World of Whispers
Deep forests
The McDonald's Song
Why I wrote it? Because I worked at a McDonald's in the late 60's.
Lovers Touch
A little poem of stolen moments.
The only thing I don't carry is the scythe
A poem about the cold deathly wind of Winter
In The Woods
I set off along the faint trail it was one I had not noticed before plunging me deep into unknown territory stomach clenched in excitement as I strode on Tall old Oaks, Aspens, Chestnuts and Beeches cloaked the way ahead, I was aware of silenc
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 11)
The Black Dove story is nearly over, enjoy the final twist to this not to be missed serial in the final part... 12 Written: 26th August 2013 Editor: Marikia
Calandria's Dream
I keep seeing you far away the distance always grows and yet my thoughts still seek your fleeting face whispering I know you why must I seek that cannot have a rose is sweeter than a tear that slips between the arms of time that f
So It Will Grow . . .
For a relationship to last without losing its glow, as far as I feel and, late in this life, I know ... I need to connect intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually so we grow in the same direction ... at a same pace ... and thrive with m
Fear not the Storm
Fear not the storm my love Many have come and gone But you, sweet child of faith Shall awaken to the dawn Your heart is filled with sorrow And the enemy has sapped your spirit But no black cloud from hell Should ever make you fear it
Her response
allison's response
Birth Days - Me and You
Sharing my day and the love here with like minded people...poets! Never let love leave your hearts!
A Misty Morning
It all just comes to a stop. Smoke blown in to the moisture laden morning air... Hanging there before my eyes... It's message not lost to me, but perhaps ignored. The sun never quite giving the feeling of a day begun in earnest. No stirring fro
A dream
One day I met her upon the sand, Where she used to play. She gazed and told me to stand, I stood like a statue of clay. She came and waved with her hand, My heart lept in the sky Her words were like a band The two souls danced with joy The tw
The Old Apple Tree
Just some maudlin prose
the breakup
a letter to allison
Weebles Wobble
wrote this for my sister for her 40th birthday
Her Hue of the Color Blue
Inspired by: “She'll take a tumble on you, Roll you like you were dice Until you come up blue”—Betty Davis Eyes—performed by Kim Carnes
gentle and kind
last chance at love
To My RSD Companion
Although this is not a poem it is something I wrote in 2010. I had a very bad workplace accident in 2009. One that changed life drastically and forever. I fell from about 11 feet onto 6x6 steel framing of a motorcoach. The fall shattered my left elbow, tore my shoulder up, degloved my left forearm and split my head open. I am quite frankly, very lucky to have survived. Upon recovering consciousness, I discovered that I had avoided being impaled by a 3 foot steel rod by about 1 inch. I had somehow landed with the rod between my chest and my axilla. Two inches to the right and I would not be here right now. As the healing process began the intense pain and abnormal swelling weren't subsiding and the injuries weren't healing in a normal fashion. About 6 months later I was diagnosed with a condition referred to as RSD (Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy). An extremely rare neurological condition that affects about 200 in 200,000 people suffering taumatic injury. There is no cure only management This condition has left me with constant intense burning pain 24/7 in my left side along with other neurological complications ... RSD is now manifesting itself in other areas of my body. I wrote this in defiance of the condition ... I will never allow this condition to change who I am and what I can become. If I have to live with this ... I will not let it control me ... I will remain in control ... It has made more appreciative of life and love ... for that I am thankful ...
A Romantic Evening
I never try to define my poetry. I just write!!!
Age
I rail against my feeble body that once was so swift despair when tasks take three times longer now it crept up on me seemly overnight, this thing they call age, it pulls me down with it's agonising slowness Always been the adventurer travelli
A promise
Yeh, not my best but I promised a poem to a beautiful girl so here's a kinda rush job. For you my friend. Have a nice day Peace.
The Square Dance
A game of chess?
A Woman
This is contemplation I know very well! I wanted to balance A Man with A Woman. I hope I achieved that!
River side
this poem is a hope of ray for young prople
Private Email
I need to "calm down"...lol..the word warrior in me is on a bit of a war path...HELP!
Tomfoolery
Saturday funnery.
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 9)
The continuing adventures of the Black Dove and his friends as they are trapped in a time paradox. Written : 30th July 2013 Edited: Marikia
The Horse Clinician
Last Fall my beloved and I went to go watch our neighbor who trains horses, and he recounted to us his feelings on the whole thing. This is a telling of his experience.
Corona
I think it's pretty evident what the poem is about. Before the coming of Christianity, the Earth was respected and revered as the great mother. Chritianity taught humans were above nature instead of part of it. The belief system was forced on the people who were forced to abandon their old Gods.
TIME
A quote from the movie DR STRANGE
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 10 B)
The Story Continues. Because of the long story it has been written in two parts A & B. because of formatting restrictions by CS.
Pulse
This is how someone I just met has made me feel, not even 24 hours later. Wow. I never expected it to be this intense
The Widow's Draw
I am really a widow, I lost my husband in 2004. If I would have known that waiting all this time for the experience of "online dating" and all the "widowers" that have contacted me..I think I would have just, I don't know, visited bars more often! I cannot imagine how many women have died and left their men all alone!!!! Not.
Conscience
Just as I ponder on my thoughts I feel uneasy to comprehend For life itself is a struggle People say only the fittest will survive Am I one of the fittest? Have I been the cause for someone or something to lose the chance To survive in this w
untitled
dumb humans
The Bright Side
Everyone wishes that they could have taken different forks in the road over their lifetime.
I Am The Son Of Fishermen
I wrote this when I was working on fish packers on the Left Coast.
'Twas the Night before Yule
My version of a visit from father yule.