Holiday Without Tears
Though once again parting will be inevitable, we'll have so much more time together and when it comes, it will be just another milestone marking the approach of a life where we can be together forever.
Never Alone
Wherever you go and whatever you do In mind and spirit I'm at your side. Each minute and day that you go through, I'm with you for that ride. You're in my arms, safe, secure. And I'm forging out the way To be with you forever more As we star
My First Time
True story. Kathy was fourteen and experienced. I was eighteen and green. Fortunately, she didn't get pregnant. Her mom came home later and Kathy walked me to the car, then I realized I had left my wallet in the bedroom when I got the condom out. She went back in to get it and after a couple of minutes her mom called out, "What color is it?" I managed to choke out, "Black." Kathy came out with it a moment later. I asked her what she had told her mom and she said that the kids were playing hide and seek with it. lol
L-E-A-V-E
Following thirty years of power building, rife with billions taken from the people, land and life Soles now upturned facing toward heaven’s light LEAVE spelling out dis- respect through all the strife A nation’s self-portrait Tahrir Squa
finish my poem
That's as far as I got
What a Pain!
Just having a rough morning with my rheumatoid arthritis. A hot soak has helped somewhat, so I'm off out to finish rebuilding a cabinet.
Hearts Queen takes stage loving you
Silver shines back one picture of a goddess centre stage before the eyes enters soul to soul realm standing purely hot blue flames ignite every gasp breathing on a bed of roses sleeps beauty The breath stops breathless apex splendour with
The Other Side
“Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too.” (Omar Khayyam – The Rubaiyat, verse 46) Omar Khayyam was a Persian mathematician, astronomer, and poet. He was born on May 18, 1048 and died on December 4, 1131. The verse of his poem quoted was written more than nine centuries ago. The message of his poem still holds today. My poem, “The Other Side”, is in line with the quoted verse from Khayyam's poem and is not meant to disparage the religious beliefs of anyone.
Thanks Giving/Giving Thanks
Wishing each of you a Healthy and Happy Thanksgiving!!!
Materializing the Dream
I looked for Ladybee42 my whole life. I just didn't know exactly what she looked like or where she lived, but I knew who I was looking for and words can never express the feelings I've felt now that I've found her.
A Christmas Wish.
Peace and Goodwill.
Ozark Autumn
Beautiful here yesterday!
The Princess and the Knave
This poem was inspired by a song from a very famous artist. See can you guess the song or the artist.
How You Know.
I spoke with my daughter over the weekend. I said I was now able to tell her something I could never tell her before. I've never repeated to her the common wisdom of love that "You'll know it when you find it" because until I met LadyBee, I had no way to know if it was true. But now I do know that it's true. Like love, itself, though... you'll only know this as truth after you've found it.
FACE OF THE WINTER'S MOON
This poem speaks for itself. I am sending my intentions for the one I seek, out to the Universe and I await it's positive reply. Blessed be. May this poem find its way to the eyes and heart of he who will know that my calling is for him alone.
Long Gray Day
I wish I could say more but words aren't coming easily for now.
did u know that "AWARE" rhymes with 'UN-FAIR
i like the fact that hermit crabs come into a poetry room merely to make everyone AWARE that there is a woman, alone but who claims not to be lonely....bull! you may know her by her obviating, oblivious and obscure comments she feels compelled to leave for less than mdiocre poets. Then again, the night life in midwest Florida i'm certain is filled with poetic type people, beginning with you, if i ever see another poem of yours posted yet! (IF I AM THINKING OF YOU, NO MATTER HOW OVERWHELMINGLY HURTFUL THOSE THOUGHTS ARE, IT STILL MEANS I'M THINKING OF YOU...read any of my e-mails but for the one you could use as ammunition
Poets Coming Clean
It's too wonderful to keep to ourselves.
Stains
An ink stain on my jeans...
does anyone know a good recipe for aardvark?
because i caught this here aardvark and it must be good fer sumptin'
Equanimity
“If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same” (Extract from Rudyard Kipling's poem “If”) equanimity - a calm state of mind and attitude to life (Collins dictionary)
There is no more to say
When the feelings are true, you just have to let it flow
Take Me!
Just came to me... Added two stanzas.
Another Day
Maybe soon all our days will be this average. :)
My Guitar's Rubaiyat
The pain of first love lost...
my audience is dwindling and rightully so
this poem is dedicated to England, who makes simple words become gems for jewelry!
Thanksgiving Night
Yawwwwn....
Stuck in Snowville
Just askin'....geez!!!
The scent of love
I made you want to say I love you and all those things I chose to hear. And nothing that I held above you, could keep them all from within my ear I'm sorry I made you say those things. So sorry that you made me smile. And to you I blamed the
forgive
for give, for giving the whole world seems forgiven for living these ends to extremes for give me mine indiscretions that seemed so benign i nearly fell flat forgive me my will that hard hit the wall hardened me until i forgot to recal
To the Warmonger
I think everyone knows who I mean...
New Year Hopes and Wishes. (Edited).
Pondering on the old and the new. Best wishes to all !
In Future’s Defense (revisited)
Written in response to andrew149's rhyming-50-word-story-poem challenge
The Story of Life
This poem applies to all living things: animals, plants, birds, fishes, insects, etc. Regardless of the type, they all undergo the stages of: Birth Growth Maturation Reproduction Decay Death iambic pentameter
Surcease
Reflections as the pain subsides...
The Lonely Traveller
Miles and miles lie ahead being even and odd at places, having rise and fall on its ways in the horizon the path mixes. Unknown, sill unknown it is; the path is still undiscovered. it attracts me to be discovered and I am a mad on this roa
A Poem about Poetry...
Some thoughts around writing.
Deciding to Fly
A flight of fancy...
THIS MUSIC IS SO LOUD, DID YOU SAY SHE'S RICH?
THE MUSIC MADE ME DO IT i'm not kidding, the ghost of Lawrece Welk compelled me to write this so i did...i do everything larry tells me to do
These Sinful Lips
Was asked to write about the 7 colours of sin and this is what came up. Ladyjewel, that's the head of the mermaid! :-)