Spirited and Free
I wrote this for a wild but a lovely lady. I find it natural that being wild is a part of who we are.
Risotto
I wasn’t sure if I should post this in poetry or recipes. In the end I decided against recipes just in case anyone should be foolish enough to try and use it as one.
I'm Cast Down
(*) this is not my experience, ( long ballad)! Poor man's life. . ; It has poor ryhming and meter in places ; I'll stop trying to fix myself, And step into a brand new life . O Jesus, I messed up very badly, Can you help me in a new start, Can you forgive a real sinner , Im sorry for all the wrong i've done , Wash me with your forgiveness, I'll try to walk a better path , Be the man I ought to be , Read your Word for direction, And live in Your Liberty . this is the finish.
Jamie Allen
JAMIE ALLEN Play ya pipes & hey em dancin drinking wine and a prancing play ya pipes Jamie Allen like ya daa Run on wild tek tha hand tek tha bodies tek tha land run on wild, run em ragged, run em mad Tek Geordies shilling t de s
A Christmas Sparrow
Writing on the many happy little birds strolling through the park one winter day at Christmas.
Angel
well heaven knows and heaven lies I'm travelling down this road under.. stationary skies the distances are vast I can see no end its easy just to dream it's easy to pretend if my truck was an angel if my truck had wings I'd fly pas
the wreck of the catherine anne
fragments of stories half heard in the inn awoke in me fires stoked by the gin catherine anne moored in secret twilight buckled neath bullion jewelled to it's height a vast templar treasure won by the blade fortunes were lost to gre
30 years
we came from near we came from far to trust the truth to duel and spar to stand upon the hill of scarves to nurture all that darkness starves "what then? cried Shankly's ghost.. what then?" we lost our souls all ninety six and w
Chloe’s Sighting
Our dog is always on guard
LONELY
"Lonely"is a word I can't explain 'though I searched its meaning in my brain, I know the feeling - I know the pain But the actual meaning I can't obtain. I know the symptoms very well, I know the day when I befell The gnawing cravings which
the constant swimmer
it took forever to my find my forever a metaphorical mooring by sea it was a tougher search to find her and if you’d ask her I’m sure she’d agree the beach is a natural kilometre I trusted the distance by guile we planned our dream house
(I Guess) She Doesn't Love Me Any More....
Another written as a song... Old country style... Was written for the ONE who I found and lost.
Miner's Soul
In memory of miners and their families still struggling to make it. Love you.
Sage of Rage
It'll do. Happy birthday, Mama... Still polishing what you started.
guitar
I spent monday just walking through town searchin' for magical timbers of brown I watched tuesday morning arrive like a swan calm at the surface when calmness has gone I spent most of wednesday walking the deck from the truest of bra
Pierdut In Suferinta (Anguish Of Oblivion)
I've often wondered what it feels like to be a poet. Does any one remember? Does it make any difference? The translation is not literal; I want to capture the romantic sensibility of the poet's feelings of insignificance and the futility of gaining acknowledgment by the world. This particular poem came from someone who became famous only after his death. Consider whether Mihai Eminescu's pessimism is truly warranted in view of how he is highly regarded by posterity.
The show must go on
Come to me all you insulting people. Come and unleash your vitriol I must possess something that fires up your hate And my presence hypes up your excitement You'll never find anything good on my posts Nor can you see anything beneficial i
The Starlight Ride
Read a book and it seems to be true............. How sad, the way Indians are treated. Hell. any Humans, Abuse...
Rough Hands
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Making love in the rain
Making love in the rain
BEWARE AWARE THREE TIMES
because i learn restraint, dignity and pride from her. When she walks down the street holding my hand i compare her to other women and i'm telling you, i never asked for her doctor's name, BUT MY HAT'S OFF TO HIH! AND "YES," SHE SAYS "EVERYTHING WORKS."
Dragon Poems
I wrote this set of poems after writing a set of children's stories about friendly, or at least non-hostile dragons. I felt I needed to get in touch with a dragon's real nature.
Unde Sunt Zapezile (Where Are The Snows)
Francois Villon wrote a famous ballad in the Middle Ages with the famous interrogative question about the passing order of things. I have composed a ballad that invokes it though its more about the snow which we only get to enjoy for the short time its here. And in life, our happiness is fleeting like the snow.
snow snow
snow snow from above covering the land with snow,frosty winds with the wind chill factor ,most of uk is coverd in snow biting winds fros
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
Rain and wind
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Robin Hood Meets Mr Spock
Robin Hood is a legend He likes to help people Spock is logical Peter Frampton and Supertramp friendly and logical Fantasy island is here at Sherwood forest Blessings and love to all
The Countenance of Character
Just reflecting on faces and the amazing but deep stories that they tell.A kind of romantic description of abstract qualities..
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
the sea
be it in the tumble aft the winch or out the bow in winter's pinch my heart oft seeks the raven tide in floating cabin I reside bearded, wild quick tempered be my natural place is on the sea my northern star her memory the anch
crusader
before there was lady in red...this man had better songs
A Lover's Oath
Speak to me of worlds We'll see And byways we will take. Hold me close and tell me what a lovely pair we make. Kiss my hands And sing my praises Stroke my silken hair. Look into my loving Eyes and tell me That you care. Wait I wil
we endure
I got your picture in my cabin your smiling face is everywhere your ghost is what I sail on through the ocean of your hair and my work it takes me everywhere and nowhere fast and slow it takes a man to plough an acre it takes a woman to make
Really! Really!
I don't exist in your land, you don't exist in mine, today is only passing time, Who you'll be tomorrow and what you will see, is who you really are, and what you really will be.
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!
Sound
The song pertains to a little bit in everyone. The past, present, and future tense of what we had, what we lost, and regaining the strength to live on; but, also, to remind ourselves to never give up the thought of possibilities. I wrote this one 8-26-2021
something shimmering and right
pause and feel it so familier yet you've never seen it with your eyes a kind of innocent expression something naive something wise I wish I knew what you were searching for something shimmering and right a favour granted by yo
I Love you.
You are like life, full of ups and downs. We had our fights, often, times i take wrong. You come and go, i not being with you. How can i know, if you're, the one true? Things you have done, many times hurt me. Yet there is none, that can replace thee
Letting Love Lead
I wrote this 6-20-2022. This is a sad, sentimental song that we've all had a taste of, or perhaps still has a taste in our mouth from yesterday's life. When I wrote this, I wrote it here before placing on paper/ music sheets. So, this is an original first draft without music or rewriting, adding more or subtracting less. Until then...
the wild road
Hearts? yes be they a bell still dimly all a chime though faint and pure it sleeps a'rest neath the fraying canvass of time yet what is comfort friend? what is rest and what balances the ledger of your heart when all her m
wrapped hands
all I was given was strength a dull and blunted tool I stare out at beauty with the clarity of a fool all I was given was ferocity a rulebook without rules a limited life vocabulary an outdated set of tools all you were given was beauty
Games and life!
Such games prevail, but sadness reigns, the Show must go on, be what they want you to be, And then, finally you see, too late, it’s over, Oh such games we play, humanity is where it is, Honesty and integrity, so many have failed, So many pedesta
RE: SUPERNATURE
still a powerful poem Andrew, what a crash!! Rob...
RE: A Certain Serendipity
It's a really good feeling when you find you are still you deep down and have the opportunity to be yourself again....
RE: Happy Birthday, niah9!
Happy B day Niah!...
RE: The Biscuit (shadows food challenge)
thank you shadow, I always enjoy your challenges...
RE: ~a walk in your park~
Yo...QS....how are you my friend....so many people coming out tonight...hope you are really well...great to see you...xxx...
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