Seek
This is a short poem of a heart hoping even in fear.It is incomplete,words pouring out of me in a few seconds. Commanding me to bring these feelings to life and I did because words too need to breathe.
The circle of life
I felt that our whole life cycle is called the circle of life. We are born, we go through childhood, the challenges of teenage life, through adulthood and one day when we're old, we die. But we are granted eternal life in heaven. God taught us that.
What is old?
I wrote this a few years ago
The Choice
I wrote this poem because someone I dearly loved told me that he couldn't be responsible for how I felt when he walked away from me after telling me he loved me, and married another woman.
girl from elsewhere
there'll be people on sundays standing in doorways praying to statues they want to believe her face amongst many a sunflowered penny shined by the daylight lucky to some her eyes azure curtains as nothing was certain a flowering kin
World OF Dreams
The lyrics on my new song to be heard on broadcast yourself...enjoy I am not a good singer...but someone has to do it.
Our House
I wrote this poem shortly after my wife of 16 years passed away.
Math or not?
I've worked out the computations, even ironed out the complications, if x squared equals 2 to the power of 3, then y is you and m is me. Now that is obvious for anyone to see, but the chanches we would be, together eternally, and being no relation,
iron bars
I came from the sea I came from the sea is that woman still there does she still wait on me? I toiled on the sea I toiled on the sea until I took a man's life who tried to take mine from me I fled the sea I fled the sea and hid inside t
Gold...
I got this woman, she bleeds love, As warm as possible, This woman love's me, True as content, She's my best friend and lover, I build my life in her skin, Cross every barrier, Close each monster, Drive through all my mistakes, she
Loving you
This poem is about the veracity between a man and a woman, the man tries to seduce her, she wants but is proud .. This poem was created on January 1, 1999 ..
child's lullaby
Stay awake tonight till the mornin light don't rest upon your bed though your pillow is soft and deep your not as sleepy as you seem stay awake dont nod and dream stay awake dont nod and dream
To you..
In a moment of boredom..!
My Life As Two Dogs
Last summer, while out with my Dogs, I watched them play in the bog. It was such an entertaining sight to see them frolicking among the heather and wild flora, without a care in the world. So this "song" came to me like a bolt from the blue! I ran home as fast as I could. Well you don't allways have a pen and paper handy.....Do You?
streets (for Liam Reilly)
For Liam Reilly (Singer, Songwriter, RIP)
fizzion chips
cambridge on a sunny morn a professor deep in thought a quasi quantum quandary his mind now overwrought now the kernel of dilemma the cause of his unease? with fish and chips for dinner.. should I go with mushy peas? symbiotic clarity co
the girl in the poster
they said misfortune stalked you.. they said that life was hard in the genetic school of poker you were dealt the hardest card a rogue gene: you misshapen henceforth they would detect but all I see is beauty in the poster I inspect it w
the bookstore
tommy was the skipper on the tugboat 'whiskey smoke`.. he lived for his two husky dogs and loved his rum and coke.. twenty one and crazy.. I was rougher than the quay.. tommy was like a father.. who saved myself from me.. tommy told a story..
the air did move in silent sing
the air did move in silent sing as linnets sung on warble wing and truth did shine upon it's clock as two moored souls depart the dock time bent around the sides of trees as grass made love to naked knees and dappled light found darkened shad
Dec, 2019
I.. once had a girl or should I say I once had three blonde, brunette and red one crazy night took me to bed they told me they worked in the city and started to laugh I told them that I was quite willing but had torn a ca
some nights
when the river is gentle when sound runs and sighs when starlight is music when I first heard your lies your blonde hair silk curtains fell over my world and it robbed me of daylight on the night it unfurled some nights I can't sleep
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
the last Irish wolf, 1786
to the day the darkness brings an end I am the last Irish wolf the darkness is my friend they killed me and they skinned me as the virgin snows a'fell but the tavern's cheers are qualified they know I wait in hell I am the pee
silent highway
I see missed steps along the silent highway.. forgotten by the sound of endless cars.. how can a soul of your enduring conscience.. compete with all them souls that have no scars? silence is bitter when its raining.. you feel too much to set a de
You Fool No One
3-8-2022 was when I wrote this one. I liked the idea of a rock/jazz sound that alters during the music styles, yet still keeps the same beat and tone.... Almost?
When You're with Me
The feeling when there's love.
blonde
bearded, wild quick tempered be my natural place is on the sea my northern star her memory the anchor locker and the quay nets to fire rope to splice my heart in summer full of ice her smile the sun her form the shore wrought from
covid19
Unseen Silent your there Can't be seen You wander You lurk Victims you seek The weak the volunable The sick Victims of all to the ends of earth From victims breath you lurk You don't care For your the killer of the weak
dark mental prison/return from entropy
wow i have to get that out or it will eat me alive
Mum..
For all the things that you do for me, For being my rock and crutch, For always caring and believing, For loving me so much, Through all the mistakes and ups and downs, You've always been by my side, For showing me how to live and love,
Casey at the Bat Lawrence Thayer
I like to read this out loud to my friends
the girl in the wave
on a spring time morn was wonder born a strange fluke cut the sky from eddied hair a magic stare told me that truth can't lie a girl who smiled from a face so wild my breath did leave my mind I somehow knew that girl was you a
coining it
to a five penny piece I shrunk to the size as life made me hard in the head and eyes so pressed ganged was I on a leathery ship that lived in a pocket on the side of her hip and life wasn't easy and life wasn't hard it was tough bedding
farewell BMW
Well I took a heavy spill and I royally broke a part of my head I wrote off my motorcycle and I spent three months in a bed well she was gonna be my bike I was gonna be her man but a truck got between us and it quickly put an end to my
the ballad of Elijah James (as told by her)
mister given that the gulls don't reconcile my running and my fate I'd like your awful less a smile and rain to last till late I'm here in walls and towers wish to tell you plain the beast he smart devours though my heart only is sane here w
the wild swan of blackrock
down by the cold sea there lives a wild swan who floats high on the harbour till all tides are gone all alone in this world she sails by her leave and the heart of this viewer forever she'll thieve as dawn gathers shadows about its own hand th
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that girl
I met me a girl called Deja Vu her folks seemed to know me and her dog did too she told me my future as we lied in bed she seemed to know the architect inside my head dirty blonde curls and big eyes blue and a voice that told ya t
Poets, who
I walked into a world of diversity, easy to see, do you agree?, is it you or is it me? You don't like what I write?, should I stop? or ignite a new way to be? to read without criticism, can you see? This place is for words that are heartfelt and
Hiding from the truth
The possibility of normality is lost in diversity, lets start a row, I don't know how, we're humanoid , create a void?, live a life of stupidity?, lets kill and maim and hurt and be the same, let us see, can we go down in history, the worst that
where is the love ? i don't know....
Stronger and stronger with time, I let myself dream, This beautiful fairy tale ... Every second with you is magic, I live a beautiful story, It's a dream that has just come true, And I do not intend to wake up ... I'm happy when
The Paladin's Lament
I wrote this about 2 months ago. ...I'm a literary glutton for the likes of CS Lewis, Tolkien and George MacDonald, and I enjoy writing a lot when it strikes me.