Astarte
Inspired by Mother Nature's beauty... Turns out the original spelling was correct...
Poem #19
I wrote this to my girlfriend who left to Russia with her family.
The Hummingbird
Trinidad, my native island, is sometimes referred to as the “Land of the Hummingbird” because more than sixteen different species of hummingbird have been recorded on the island. The indigenous Native Americans, the Arawaks, named the island, "Iere", which, in their language, means "Land of the Hummingbird". Two hummingbirds are shown on the island's coat of arms.
Lost love
This is about a girl I met and we had the most wonderful 3 days together after which she left to Ukraine
dope DIDN'T kill ME but BEING a DOPE almost DID
THIS IS THE REASON I CANNOT RETURN TO MY BELOVED NEW YORK CITY
To Rasputina
The name caught my eye on a Ticketmaster calendar, so I had to check it out. Played in a smaller venue in St. Louis and I went. Got the t-shirt and her autograph. Huge fan!
i only know if i wasn't the author i would read it
DO YOU PEOPLE UNDERSTAND THAT WE HAD A FATHER AND SON PRESIDENTS WHO USED THE WORD "NUCULAR" TWO PREIDENSTS THEIR ADVISORS MUST HAVE BEEN AFRAID TO TELL 'EM AIN'T NO SUCH WORD, LOOK IT UP, IT IS ONLY nuclear AND A THIRD OF THIS ROOM PROBABLY VOTED REPUBLICAN, OH, I CALL THEM REPUBLICANT'S AND DEMOCRAPS MY ONLY PARTY IS WHEN WE'RE PASSING AROUND A SPLIFF AND WHEN I FIND ONE THAT WILL LEGALIZE STUPH I LIKE
SHE'S STILL HONKING
I CAN'T I'VE KEPT THAT LADY WAITING BECAUSE YOU KNOW HOW ONE JOINT TURNS INTO TWO, AND THREE
BREAKFAST AIN'T EGGS BENEDICT FOR SURE
THE TRUTH IS, MANY YEARS AGO, I ONLY SPENT THREE DAYS IN JAIL, BUT AS I WALKED OUT I WONDERED ABOUT THE CONVICTS I MET AND NOW TOO MANY YEARS LATER I CHOSE TO WRITE ABOUT IT
Charvak
This poem is based on the Charvak philosophy of life, the first of its category which originated in India in 10th century BC and which denies the existence of God and Soul.
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
Enlightened
A few weeks ago, I had a epiphany. Someone or something turned off the dark, and brought my life back into the light. This is my story in a poem.
between A and Z
friendship remains for D and C with the balance of power shifted new life into the mixture has come with happiness to be gifted though it was just at tips of fingers there is no rest for R and R yet the aroma of love still lingers baked goo
First and Last Meeting
Can anyone relate to this?? Where do those socks go????
War Stillborn
Force in unfortunate, a recourse of last resort, For indiscriminate is The Angel of Death; At war's conception, show no pity, shout: "Abort! Abort!" And rescue the life of our Mother instead.
Misery Loves Company
Misery loves company, but poor company it is.
POETRY AND PROSE
As a child, growing up, most of the poems I learned at school were of the traditional type. Memorizing and reciting them, which I enjoyed, were part of the learning exercise. Free verse, a modern form of poetry, was a new experience for me. Over the years, I jotted down some of my thoughts on things, especially, on Nature topics. I always considered such writings to be prose. It was only after I learned of free verse, that I saw that they could also be viewed as poetry with a slight variation in the line layout to create a sense of metre. I referred to such writing as poetic prose and labelled some of my earlier poems as such.
HIDE and go WEAK (SUM UV U PARENTS NEED TO READ TH
people say "not my precious little laura" until it's their pecious little laura
Live and Let Live
Dedicated to CS blogland! Feel free to visit if you have not done so yet!
breakfast AIN'T eggs BENEDICT THAT'S FOR SURE
THEY SERVED CALVES LIVER AT LEAST TWO TIMES A WEEK AND IT WAS RIGHT NEAR WHERE TIMOTHY LEARY WAS STAYING FOR THE SUMMER UP-STATE N.Y.
Symbiotic
A friend sent photos with accompanying story about mother tiger in CA loosing her triplet cubs. Although the story was fabricated, the photos were real - with their own story to tell.
Birds that never flew
simple elegy for the ones we left behind
Ode To Tom Robbins
Can someone guess the title full? But not tell yet today? Just post that you have figured out, And email straight away. When all have had a chance to muse, I'll tell the winner true. Let's have some fun and see who wins, Perhaps it might be you!
feelin' 'round
everybody has da blues ;-)
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
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! :-)
The Ghost of Halloween
Last year there were only six kids came to the door. These youngsters get too much every day and don't have the ambition to walk from the car to the porch... Ah well, that's just one old curmudgeon's opinion
My Guitar's Rubaiyat
The pain of first love lost...
Thanksgiving Night
Yawwwwn....
Welcome To New CS Poets
There has been a lot of activity recently here on Poetry Corner. Several of the more senior poets seem to have taken a break. Let's hope they return soon. In the meantime, several new poets have appeared. This piece is a welcome to them. Poetry is larger than any individual or group of indivduals. The show must go on. I invite all poets, including the new, to post their views on Poetry Corner. We can all benefit from each others' views. Thanks!
Who Asked Ya?
Had to say it...
WHEN HOPE TURNED TO DOPE
THIS IS APOEM
Journey of Love and Angels
A woman lost her young son; she and the man she loves take the journey from sin to the path of true Christians; she stumbles, turns back to the world; he continues alone; he ends up in heaven; meets her son; returns to help the mother (his Love) and helps her back to the narrow road so they could all be together again some day. I will edit this further, it needs it. Welcome your comments
sHadoWS Of shAMe
it brngs back mories of being nineteen sitting in The Walorf Astoria looking for the perfect mark. and i did!
read it and see the title it doesn't fit
what do you call a thousand lawyers chained at the bottom of the ocean? A GOOD START
An Immodest Proposal
It's fun and it's free!
all TOO soon I'll forget YOUR NAME
because i don't know what happened to her maybe some of you do but last i heard is we were working sort of together and it was working out...sister and brother...now i'm an only child again
CHARMING AND ALARMINGLY chARMing
"Hey white boy, you want some white powder?"
DOES YOUR GOD DO IT GREEK STYLE?
THIS IS A POEM
WITH DEFFERENCE TO JACK JOHNSON
THIS IS A POEM
NO MORE DADDY'S HANDS!
THIS IS A POEM REQUESTED BY A DELIGHT, A LADY AND A POET SUPREME!