Writer's Ink
Thoughts on writing and how we try reach out to communicate feelings, visions, love, loss, hurt and so much more. Good Wednesday love to you.
I love the poets voices
You've touched my heart with the sound of your voice I heard the love that echo's from your soul Now you've made a sound for my heart to treasure You've given me joy that no one can measure
Lonely Night
I don't have any words right now, it's late, I have had too much to drink and this is how I feel.
Call It A Day......
I tried to be honest but my words got in the way must of been something I was trying to say not that it would matter any way up all night is the price I pay feeling lonely in my own way shadows chasing the light away no charming words in my vocabular
Dreams
Emotions running deep this night.
Standing In The Rain
I remember that day I longed for you standing in the rain but you never came an the letter you put in my pocket I never got the chance to read must of washed away I really would of like to know what you had said it's still hunts me it's funny how lov
Waiting.......
This poem means I dream not for Mr. Right, just someone to share our lives with and find some happiness for the both of us; thats not to much to ask surely?
Berkshire men on Hunt again
A tribute to my friends here in Berkshire who I hunted and ice fished with.. Some are gone now but those left are still on the move God bless them! .
Light Workers
I have found on this one small part of the world wide web, a multitude of exceptional light workers like me. This is how we connect and express ourselves in a world that misunderstands true love. This is dedicated to you all. I love you all, our spirits always know the truth.
Through a Liquid Lens I See
I cry for the people who were here before the "White Eyes" arrived from the East to take over this continent. It's the natural order of things on this planet though, and it's played out from vegetation to insects to fish to Lions to human beings. The strong survive to breed, the weak perish. This poem was inspired by a song by Buffy Sainte Marie called "My country Tis of Thy People You're Dying".
Old Man Winter
I don't play well in the cold..lol.
Immortalized
Standing at the top of a waterfall, I swan-dive off the edge with no fear of death. So long as you hold my heart, I need not fear a thing, for I will never truly die.
I declare
Let me embrace you in Hunger pains Unspoken pains of the Soul Let me taste the lips you've Saved for me in fantasy's Dreams behold But before I drink the wine Of your love and you milk Me like the goddess of fire I crown your head and kiss
A candle glowing in the dark
Tribute to those lost to me in last 2 years.
Before you lied to me
The man I love has lied to me..and now I cant get past it. Though it was not what he lied about that was a big deal..but the fact that he lied at all..it changes everything.
"Am i a frog or a prince?"
My friends want charming princes And they dislike frogs So i thoutght to myself yesterday night: Am i a frog or a prince??? I confess that i love animals and frogs are very interesting too Single princes exist... Maybe in the United Kingdom and
Lockless and the Delilah maidens
Seventy maidens from CS castle broke through enemy lines They slew the guards of the sleeping monarch.. They took the kings spoils with all his golden treasures They took Philistine spears and shields They took the latest Pyramid high heels
The sensitive woman
You approach her like a wisp of wind She holds a tear ever ready for the unsuspecting She evaluates you through a thousand shades of feline sensibility If you've spoken once she need not think twice By degrees you stand somewhere betwee
Bottle of Love (A Saga)
First one for a couple of years, back to a trusted style
The Commute
That crazy time before and after going to work.
On the thresh hold
Keeping hope alive..
The Box
Food for thought today! Happy Thursday! “It gives me great pleasure indeed to see the stubbornness of an incorrigible nonconformist warmly acclaimed.” ? Albert Einstein
Love Clock
Written in no time at all..lol.
Boyhood
He balances himself on that narrow limb as the creek rushes beneath his feet He's a warrior in this mighty jungle and who knows what foes he'll meet He steps lightly among the rocks and trees his slingshot ever to the ready With X-Ray vision
Cabin in Winter
Where I live there are many cabins on lakes. In winter, they stand alone and solemn. This is my vision and journey to these lovely wooden cabins, in winter. Peace, love and blessings this winter season and always!
Mystery
Musings on the first day of snow.
A VOICE FROM ETERNITY ( sting of sin )
God is departed And answers no more , Forever is closed Mercy's door. And now in hell My bed I make, Because my God I did forsake. He called me oft, He called me long, But I preferred The dance and song. I scorn
Scientific proof!
The scientific method has been applied, and all the data is in Granted, I conducted this test while sipping on some gin But still my mind was sharp, and my senses quite in tact Now you're ready for the result and one big juicy fact That if I
CS women Rock
OK..this is gettin' completely out of hand..The women poets are working me overtime as well as the readers..lol.
Black Pearls on a Broken Heart
A kinda story song poem..Hope you like it..Love cafe
The man she really wants
Yikes!
Solace
Cold setting in brings thoughts of love and comfort. "life is a school where you learn how to remember what your soul already knows" ~Sun Gazing~
Intolerance
The greatest danger to freedom of speech and threat to living in a free society might very well come down to any form of intolerance, especially directed towards those who love doing what they love doing because it might be considered offensive to someone else. History is filled with examples.
Horror Story
Strange cognitions Errie night Bone rattling horror before my sight Sweat like an ocean dripping down my face 'Oh, please deliver me from this wretched place!' I swallow my spit and stare in awe That thing will eat me toes and all So I s
November’s Rain
A poem reflective of the season and the approaching winter snows, moody and muddy is November in the Appalachian mountains.
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 Cat in the Hat
just a bit on nonsense
The Message (The 40 words Challenge!!)
I was greatly inspired by the 40 words 'style' of poetry used by Joyce Hemsley and shared by Martina on the corner recently when she shared Joyce's poem 'Martina' so I gave this style a go and submit my own 40 word poem. Will others please give this challenge a chance? The only rule is the poem must contained exactly 40 words!
Where's Mr Fellsman?
Haven't seen Mr. Fellsman in a while..just wondering where he might be..
I'm your handiman
Ok..I do Home Improvement..lol. Call me..
Doped up Cluckers
Plucked!
Premonitionary Presence
Frequently, Death sticks its sticky fingers Into my brain And rummages through my drawers. Always The presence lingers Deep in the part of the brain That feels self-preservation. The presence haunts me Never to leave. Where will I go?