Romantic or what?
I could see the raindrops falling, and the comet in the sky, but there was a vision that enthralled from the corner of my eye, and I wondered was I dreaming and I wondered how this could be, because I have no peripheral vision, and I cant bloody s
Who told you?
Who told you THAT story of life? THAT STORY cuts like a knife, a fable , you are not able , ,,, to resist,, takes over your life? And you cease to exist on your own?, you need help from above? you need love?, to protect you from what? someth
Pink
Meant to be pink, but born blue,who knew?, not me, not even you, and the whole world was green, something you could not let be seen, then the coloures faded as life went on, green turned to grey, blue took a new hue, pink got lost, somewhere in my t
Her Again!
She never says anything wrong,she sings, soulfully and wonderfully, beautiful song, she is only two foot tall,,, he, he,,of course thats not funny,,,but when she stands behind the couch we cant see,,, her,,,little short legs, personality that glows
Once upon a time, a bedtime story.
Once upon a time, long before creation , long before indignation was a part of it all, there was no space and there was no place, all that was, was thought and energy, a creative force longing to be, the you and the me, that we came to be. A
Venting!
And the cost of living is rising faster than the tide, We have no control, just along for the ride, I can’t go on holiday, I can’t go away, I can’t be there, and I can’t afford to stay, Foreign interference makes life a misery, for all of y
Another Poem
You said something yesterday, that affects my world today, What did I say? You say it was nothing, but I feel bad, I feel sad, you don’t know?, do you care?, and then it begins! Another day, another mismatch of feelings and emotions Someone did
Imagine
Imagine, your whole world revolves around you literally, Who feels your pain, you!, who feels your loss, you!, who Feels but you, this world is your creation, from your imagination, In tune with life, In tune with you, a song that you make true,
ME PLURRY ORANGE SOCKS.
Have you ever been to Orange in the middle of Winter ? All you need is some warm clothes & a Toddy. The locals don't seem to mind the Winter but the travellers certainly feel it. It certainly was an eye opener for this visitor and I have never forgotten the warm hospitality....Maymyo.
walrus
a white cloud of teeth approaches looks.. and reconsiders 02:03 at the nightclub a confrontation I work the door a struggle we trade I remove the bigger man he sees his own blood my squat silhouette heavy goatee "you are just
Who?
Who becomes you when you cant be? Who becomes the order of your destiny? Who were you when you were you? What changed, what made you be, the you thats now, someone took control, left you isolated and all alone, And life became, what you are
Youthful
When I talked to the young, they had no reply, except to say, We are young, it's you that will die, I tried to explain life does not work that way, its all fun and games, until the day, the day that you pay, And no one does know, from day to day,
Not alone!
And you found yourself within the crowd, woke up to see, you were me, not left alone or left to be, a part of all, that's you and me!
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow becomes today and yesterday fades away, so the present is how we exist, there's no other way, there's nothing to resist, we can't bring back the past, and the future is not meant to last, for it suddenly becomes the.............. past. S
An honest question
Did we become us by accident, or was it by design? And when we die and resign, and leave this place for Another space, will you still be mine?
List
I've decided to write my bucket list......... 1. Mop bucket Thats it!
Tomorrow? Maybe!
Tomorrow is the start of what we want to be, tomorrow is the future, tomorrow is the key, And all that life has shown me, and all I want to see, is for tomorrow to make a difference, and that tomorrow may make.................sense!
Getting old!
I saw the stranger, he walked through my house, I saw him stand and stare, like he knew I was there, I watched him as he went on his way, I watched him, like he was here to stay, And I watched as he realised, that the mirror never lies.
the pub on poet's corner
I was mending a hull 'neath the crying gull when the call came down the line my dad had gone.. his time had come and a world of hurt was mine left my girl to anger swirl told her "needed space" but I was dust.. not even lust could the hurtin
shelter from the dorm
twas a time of fresh worn innocence, eighteen years of age, and the writ of my experience fell short upon the page, ragged as a student who had never eaten warm, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm hardly out of smallburg, green as a
To be or not to be, that is the question!
What do you think that keeps people here? The inherent fear? The wanting to go on?, keep singing their song? In the face of adversity, who would you be? Afraid to die?, afraid to live?, With nothing to give, could you resist? To end
To you..
In a moment of boredom..!
Victory Sunrise
For Vicky.. May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
For thee and thine.
A moment alone,with thoughts losely flowing...
My heart Beats
I wrote it for the love of art,especially poetry and yah...im single
IF SHE'D SHUT UP U'D UNSTAND AMBER'S RUN
IF YOU READ THIS VERSION FIRST THEN YOU MISSED THE WHOLE POINT OF THE POETRY..IF YOU READ THIS THEN THERE'S NO NEED TO READ IT AGAIN...SORRY, MY NEIGHBOR IS RASTAFARIAN AND INVITES ME OVER ALMOST NIGHTLY TO DO WHAT RASTAFARIAN'S DO AND THE MUSIC THEY PLAY...I HAVE EVERY BOB MARLEY SONG EVER WRITTEN AND RECORDED...SOME NEVER GOT ON ALBUMS...WHY, BECAUSE THE MAN HAD MORE SOUL, AND BELIEVED IN ALL THE RIGHT THINGS.....AND HE DIDN'T FORGET THE POOR!
The dry oak tree
This is about the complexities of life and relationships - and all the more, about hope.
The Bin
The bin In the corner you just sit Stirrin glirren As i throw rubbish in Stayle odours From last nights Saturday takeaway Stirren back at me Oh what a time i had Drinkin eating Vomiting Throwing up in my bin Oh the odour Will have
Love Is
What is love if me !
collapsing
a good life, now a better life
Able Sable Dunmore
Having known her but a short time this poem is for Odetta 57. I am aware of her tenacity ofof life. Regardless of age she jumps ino life&&love with both feet. Keep up the great attitude! h \\\\\ This poem is for Odetta,(her call name), from Cumbria Northern England. I admire her tenacity for life, regardless of age she has jumped into life and love with both feet.
Sandy smiles.
This poem goes out to all of the women who do not know their worth. You may not have been born into a context where you were given the choice to be strong and to fend for yourself; but as a united body of women, we can make a difference. We can choose, today, to be strong and to see the value in ourselves, our sisters and our daughters. Let's lift up the Sandy's in our lives!
borrowed time (song lyrics)
had a jazzy blues tune for a couple of yerars and finally got around to writting lyrics I think theres a message in there somewhere. but definition is in the definer so ..enjoy..mick
A red red rose
this is a Scot ballad written by robert burns.
Lady Angelus
I hide behind my walls of steel they stop the ones who seek to feel the why, the who, the where and then I start to feel all over again. Retreat I go to bricks and mortar hiding in my castle deep Moat will stop the evil warders while t
The Knight's sword
This poem is from the perspective of a sword; it also is a double entendre on how a sword is crafted as well as how a knight's character is developed. It's also a bit personal to me too because it ties in my resolve also. Enjoy!
La Steaua (The Star)
This is a very famous late poem by the Romanian national poet Mihai Eminescu. In my translation, a long vanished star is depicted as memorial of love - the one kind of light always present even when what gave life to it no longer exists. Every generation carries that light within them onwards as those before it and love remains in the world. And for the future - something beautiful like that is not really an illusion; its a tribute to the best part of ourselves.
i hide behind my rings - fragment
i hide behind my rings and shatter echoes of the things that layed ahead of age that we cut short with my rage. i'm on my way, i wish you well it's season's cast of a love spell
the girl after.. the girl after you
old boats they can charm any ocean fibreglass lord knows runs afoul and for every newsflashy gimmick there's a hundred year handcrafted dowel see I do not blame you woman for quitting on summer's depart see you can't expect
Linear way?
So we live our lives in a linear way, we are born, we live, we die, nothing more to say? First Spring, wonderful and new, then Summer appears, brings happiness and fears, seems to last so long, but then its gone, and Autumn takes its rightful place
love...
Love Is A Candle Friendship Is A Star A candle can go out, So... That a star ... always shine
Beauty !
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes that she wears, nor in her face or in the way of combing her hair. The beauty of a woman lies in her eyes. It is the gateway to His heart, the place where love resides. And it is often through her tears tha