New Year Hopes and Wishes. (Edited).
Pondering on the old and the new. Best wishes to all !
Love's petals
Simple lines
Lord let it rain
Spilling out some lines, not entirely sure what its about!
A thousand islands in the sea
A thousand islands in the sea I am an island, all on my own, Eroded by the oceans foam, God’s heaven temporarily on loan, Like a grazing sheep, free to roam. A thousand islands in the sea, A plethora of souls isolated like me, I am a chron
Malala
This is a tribute to Malala, recent recipient of a Nobel Prize.
There is no more to say
When the feelings are true, you just have to let it flow
Valentines Day
Somebody has to write one!
Love Is A Decision
"Love is a decision, it is a judgement, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgement and decision." - Erich Fromm - (The Art of Loving) “But let there be spaces in your togetherness. And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.” Kahlil Gibran – (The Prophet)
ALONENESS
Aloneness is different from loneliness It is an occasion for personal growth It gives an insight into humanness And helps us realize our self worth Being with others continually Denies us from ever having a chance To look at ourselves objecti
Pascal's Gambit Thrashed out (Kind of )
So sorry I was to see your pain, Now things can’t be the same again, So sorry was I to hear the news, Fate is chosen, you do not choose. So sorry to hear, a betting man will lose, Men are betting, by praying in his pews, So sorry to hear, if pr
Aging
effects of aging
Two gun Suzie
Big trouble in little city
Peace
Contemplation time - Poem by Sara Teasdale 1884 - 1933 "Sara Teasdale was an American lyric poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914. In 1918 she won a Pulitzer Prize for her 1917 poetry collection Love Songs."
Pepperoni logic
Playing with Steely Dan's Pretzel Logic, a classic..
Onwards into the Storm
A call to the brave my friends, traditional fun.
Love
Spotted Mick's challenge, here ye go..
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.
Little Black Sambo
Childhood memories of Little Black Sambo and the tigers, anyone else read that stuff before it was deemed inappropriate? I liked it, never really clicked it was about an Indian child..
Dedicated to the day
filling in time, Happy Easter all
When thunder is about you
Haven't written a poem in months, just toying with some rhyming
Nature's Song
as I skim the treetops gazing all around birds on nearby branches joyfully sing their song looking upwards on high never ceases to astound white clouds on a blue sky looming in the background glancing downwards my vision contacts the gro
White van man
turning expectation on its head
Considered Lines You Caused
For a very very dear, precious and wonderful lady x
All you need
ok I'm idle, writing some rhyme, I should be writing about spring!
The Power Of Silence
I made some adjustments to my previous piece, "The Sound Of Silence". This piece, "The Power Of Silence", allows a fuller treatment of Silence. Thanks to those who commented on "The Sounds of Silence".
A Child's Christmas
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all CS folks! Please remember the Children!
Stress at School (for SG)
(for students)
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.
The Pond In Its Glory
My Special Haven
Love Is The Answer
Loving and being loved in return is a priceless treasure which gives meaning to human existence. There are many kinds of Love - a man for his God a man for his woman a friend for his friend a person for his kin a man for his pet animal - these and many more quatrain (abab rhyme scheme) iambic pentameter (10 syllables per line)
Dogs and Cats
Dedicated to all Dogs and Cats Lovers (Special dedication to my friend Travis, his Jasmine and others)
Lament of a Jaded Lover
I tried to put myself in the position of a jaded lover and wrote this piece. I think there are persons here to whom it may apply. It does not apply to myself directly. (Iambic Tetrameter)
Nature's Lullaby
Sweet Dreams! (iambic tetrameter)
Don't Worry, Be Happy
The Great Kiskadee (Pitangus Sulpharatus) is indigenous to Central and South America, the Caribbean and Southern Texas. I have added two more videos. One actually shows a kiskadee in action singing his song. The other gives an audio of one kiskadee calling and another kiskadee answering.
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.
CATS
Dedicated to Cat Lovers everywhere, including my dear friend Travis.
SUNSHINE
Sunshine, life's primordial sustainer Channeling to all, the sun's energy Plant, animal, insect, fish or other Without sunshine, not one of them would be Sunshine can uplift your mood and spirit When you are feeling gloomy and depressed It c
The Beat Of Life Goes On
Based on a traditional family setting
Tribute To A Vulture
(iambic pentameter) The vulture indigenous to my native Trinidad is the Black Vulture which is called "The Corbeau". As the poem says, they are very unsightly looking but once airborne, they become marvellous flying and gliding machines, and are delightful to view as they ride the air currents so effortlessly way up in the sky.
Love Is A Decision
"Love is a decision, it is a judgement, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgement and decision." - Erich Fromm - (The Art of Loving) "But let there be spaces in your togetherness. And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow." Kahlil Gibran – (The Prophet)
Live and Let Live
Dedicated to CS blogland! Feel free to visit if you have not done so yet!
New Generation Poets
iambic tetrameter (eight syllables per line)
RE: The Inheritance
Hi Cafe I like your philosophic turn of phrase and unique way of cutting to the chase... A fine write buddy... Bill...
online today!RE: till I breath no more
Travis, I am beginning to realize that it is our choice to be where we want to be and how we want to be. Thank you so much. Indeed, no one is really alone. My appreciation as always. How are your cats?...
RE: Delia in the Attic
Nuwahri - Thanks so much my friend for your lovely comment, my love to you both Joy - I think I know why she became thought of as distant. The people here in the US tend to live distances apart so you would never be just passing a friends house...
RE: A 'Crissy Mae' limerick
Cool limerick! .....and of course 'man's best friend' deserves a special tribute...
RE: Universe
Brilliant poem yes it goes smoothly with your blog...
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