Me? Snore?
Sunday, you caught me....no sleep, a cramp in my leg A computer crick in my back Yet the morns all the nicer for that nice trip I just took through imagination Along with YOU.
statues on the beach
rusting statues coverd in barniccles lined up in rows along the beach tetherd not moving some high some low coverd in sand some standing tall where they stand metal objects that stand and glare out to sea they watch passing ships, passin
The McDonald's Song
Why I wrote it? Because I worked at a McDonald's in the late 60's.
The Dime-Store Wok! EE!
If you know "Jabberwocky" you might find this amusing.
I Am The Son Of Fishermen
I wrote this when I was working on fish packers on the Left Coast.
The Fallen
This is pretty much self-explanatory.
Salt On A Birds Tail
There is an old story and it's likely not true, but I am still going to share it with you. You see the old story went that if you wanted to catch yourself a little birdie, and I know that this is probably going to sound pretty nerdy, but they sho
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This was a capitalist approach when I entered into you Forcefully like a beast with a passion and bow I know you were enjoying that I know you got the pleasure I enter into you like Julius Seizure. You were screaming like a baby in the cradle
Hush!please don't utter
It is a murky evening;gloomy and dark;the sky is scattered-broken like a mirror. Dear,please don't go out.Outside wanderer the demons,their eyes are glowing and flaring.A storm is rising up in the river,you see dear. You see dear that I love you an
Homage to 3000000 martyrs
Bangladesh- a name Bangladesh-a darling piece of poetry Bangladesh-a loving mom Caressing her all children From dawn to dusk. And now tears rolling down on her chick Flaring like the dew on tender grass As Pakistan army murdered 3000000 p
A scattered life
You can imagine me a phantom hanging in the shadows you can imagine me a vehicle with disabled parts you can imagine me the sun that's rays is scattered you can imagine me a lonely wanderer surfing the mankind From behind, Being blind.
Name the poem whatever you like
I am Dalim with new ID
Name the poem whatever you like
From a very early morning I am walking and running through the mist.It was a mystery,dew usurped me.Cold of fragrance took me aside.I was wet and water,golden water,took me to the deep of my meditation.The flowers were nodding heads in the air.Childr
Hate your God
Its a murky evening here,everything is in ashes The birds are silent,the water is dumb The soil is barren,the crops are cropsless. The sky is dark,the stars are wide a far The pool is sinking,the thirsty town is drowning The people are rustic,
wait for sleep
Many women in this world have suffered injustices in relationships. I wrote this because I understand this, I've experienced that pain myself. I'm just trying to empathize with those who have been hurt. I was feeling quite reflective when I wrote this.
Death: A portrait
Another one of three surprisingly dark meditations on life
Lovers Touch
A little poem of stolen moments.
Weebles Wobble
wrote this for my sister for her 40th birthday
This side of me
it is about the things we will and will not show each other
Focus
Bringing into sharp clarity a single image While all else fades and blurs The vision of you sears my mind Causing all other pictures to fade and crumble I see you everywhere I look I hear your voice in every conversation Longing for the touch
She listens
She stands and listens to the wind sing a tune across time and space the gentle throb of a lonely ache she listens to his beating heart She stands and sings to the wind a quiet song about space and time the ebb and flow of a restless soul sh
Reality Virtually
Observation and experience.
love is...(2)
little thoughts about love ( in my special opinion )
unlucky sam
it tells about my experience in london
love
its about love
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
I dare you to hit me again…
Abusive relationships are very sharp in my mind while writing this pen.
After The Fall
An Acrostic about today's society and political flavorings...
Synergize:
Synergize: the sum of the whole is greater than each individual combined
The Orange Good and The White Sun_3
I looked at the sun. It was the same white. And suddenly I imagined the whole Universe with the white sun in the middle and a little orange Good that was jumping from one planet to another. And the whole Universe was its home. It has been many
The Orange Good and The White Sun_2
I stopped and thought, and honestly I didn't know what to say. The one silly conclusion hanging in my mind was if there is so much of death, then it must be good! But then what is good? What is the Good? I looked at it. Something small, shining
The Orange Good and The White Sun_1
I had gotten an odd present for my birthday. That was a huge box, covered in bright and shining paper, with a big red bow. I had been so curious and finally I decided to open the box next day. I was looking at it, fidgeting with it. Suddenly it s
What is Life
was wondering why we becam mortal and wher life takes us
pictures in the sand
The things we constantly think about are past and future
ALONE
what it would feel like3 to be alone
Firefly
Firefly flying in the night sky Fly thee magnificence on high Tickled amongst the heavens above Patter thy wings on my love Soon the sun shall set the skies aglow And you may wonder what light it will throw Through dense trees it shall be pier
"upon four feet"
Reflecting how it can be some days for some:) I know as I've walked the walk. :)