the song of evening
I was never taught how music's sold and bought all I know is every girl I ever knew had lyrics.. but never you girl you are a celtic air a blend of strings when no-one's there no need for lines nor lyrics wrote a warmth
cautionary tale
to a five penny piece I shrunk to the size as life made me hard in the head and the eyes so press 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
warrior
he grew up tall in this small land and worked the beaches field and strand until reward won mind and hand and left his youth for golden band so two were paired to understand that marraige took its own demand "what then?" cried Yeat
reasons I live on a boat
she looks at me, mid pub, and asks in a way, rhetorical as if she knows something I don't and will never "why do you live on a boat?" for the sounds of raindrops above my sleeping head for my conversation with dawn always the same woman
the face of god
I took a walk in ancient clothes across your face, a mile and as I tired I took a rest in the corner of your smile my crops slept in barren fields before my primary death then your eyes became a sun and moon as birds danced in your breath
"triangle"
spiraling debauchery the pit in which I fell tis fiendishly amoral the tale of which I'll tell I dreamt of tax accountancy but my parents had a goal to live their dreams vicariously by dint of rock and roll I played the aul triangle
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.
Remembering
Just something about the past
old cars and rusted hearts
the cafe was closing and the air was darker than age Mary was fixing her order and her world had become like a cage will you still see me on Sunday? will you wear that dress and look nice..? but you know that a question ai
Why do you read my poems
Are you a vouyer to my past To read my words From my lifes journey On my journey of life's toil To find my hidden sole my life You read with such glee To find that hint of me My past my present My future not told I create these wor
the willow signs her name on the river
when the playing cards fall from the poker game of life in name or in spirit I'll always call you wife you watched me live my dreams as I trapped the river, free you only caught a fleeting glimpse of how we used to be the river shares
marianne
drank whisky from a bellybutton after hours in a bar heard the sound of my breathing through the lungs of your guitar heard a seagull sing the blues from the deck of a fishing boat heard Mississippi for the first time thought
instinct
I could've had religion but I loved God too much I could've fought for a living in boxing rings and such but I guess we are who we are and we can't outrun ourselves and the traits that make us rounded are often stored in others shelves I
guitar
I spent Monday just walking through town.. searching for magical.. timbers of brown Tuesday's arrival.. flooded my deck.. from the truest of branches.. I fashioned your neck I spent Wednesday doing nothing at all.. till a bird with your voice..
Symphony of Tears
A txt I wrote in 1989 and wrote the arrangement also, I remastered it in november 2017 to a rock / pop ballad I did a complete new vocal on it, little rocky sound. I am the original and single composer and author of the text of this song. Respect copyright as written so I put my own name on it to not violate the rules. The admin can allways ask for more details and mail me if I have to change something. I am a songwriter/composer and multi instrumentalist in my free time.
cars and girls
the cafe was closing and the air was darker than age Mary was fixing her order and her world had become like a cage will you still see me on Sunday? will you wear that dress and look nice..? but you know that a question ain't a ques
The Game
Sitting here waiting for the day, the price I may pay, Age old, not knowing how this came be, I cannot see, For once I was young, seems like yesterday, where life went I cannot say, Life is gone in blink, before you can think, It's over
strawberry Hill
all was the same on strawberry hill the city looked up at those walking down and tethered boats traced the breath of cloud all was the same on strawberry hill shadows hid in the corners of old masonry at the stroke of 1 figures emerge
POWER OF GOD
Humanbeings are ALTERNATIVE NATURE...one who is not alternative can manifest anything N everything in reality, Thats the POWER of EIGHT..POWER of GOD, The powerfull one keeps a BIG-SHOULDER !!!
tracks
I sit transfixed as thought it flies to see warmth twice inside her eyes a carraige full of moving breath some bound for life some bound for death the train arrives and brakes do bite and all else there is prop and light a flicker of wind...
sea of keels
heaven knows and heaven tries unpick the wrongs you've done unpick the lies cos you don't know how it feels trudging through a day in a sea of Atlantic keels if I had an aeroplane if I had things Id fly to the Arctic just to cool
The Walrus and the Carpenter (The Sequel)
“We have eaten all the oysters,” the Carpenter proclaimed. The Walrus looked around to see no single one remained. “They were so plump and tasty, though, we hardly can be blamed.” The Walrus and the Carpenter walked off along the sand, the
Music From The Winds
This one I wrote was back in 9-18-1997. Like many songs I write, it all started out by fooling around on the guitar. I combined this with both slow and moderate tempo strum and fingerpicking.
girl on a train
I sit transfixed as thought it flies to see warmth twice inside her eyes some bound for town some bound for death a carraige full of moving breath a look of hue intercepting night and all else there is prop and light mechanics as
questions
could a woman love the light could she'd gladly lease each part could the angel of our darkness make a mooring in her heart could a human heart beat answers so each vein would never cease could a good soul stalk it's death so all death would
For my Friend!
I have a friend, dear to me, her heart is gold, her spirit free, Her trust is lost, in this poetry, To lay her heart on the line, in words and verse, no more, not Fine, Don’t leave this place my dear friend, don’t let it be, don’t let It end,
Christmas
christmas
Don't be sad
Today is the last day I write to you, for you have never replied, my heart has died, and all that I was is lost and gone, My love, my darling, I cannot stay I cannot live another day, don't be sad if I'm not here, I cannot shed another tear.
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
"another"
a town called Another a town like the others where people dug coal mines drank with their brothers I met her in winter when cold slept in slumber behind the mountains out of the rains a world of rough labour the hardest endeavour
the artist
our tale begins midwinter in austere and ancient rooms.. where landlords sold satanic ales to drink away life's glooms a tortured artist drinks alone his circumstances dire sheltering in his suffering ways adjacent to the fire the world h
TIME
ITS TIME TO LAUFH .AND NOT TO CRY .ITS TIME TO LIVE .AND NOT TO DIE .ITS TIME TO THINK OF THIS WORLD WE LIVE IN. ITS TIME TO STOP TO STOP ALL THIS KILLING ITS TIME TO THINK OF EACHOTHER. IT TIME TO LOVE AND BE LOVED AND LOVE ANY GOD WE LOVE..WITHOUT
Words Of Love Act:2
This is the second part I wrote in 1993.
surf
I'd rather go home and live up a tree than to be dry forever and forget the 'ol sea and I'd rather go hungry than eat on the street than miss every wave and places they meet I'd rather live in a hole and stare at the stars than live in
Quote !
The poem is a drop of water, he gives the desert the idea of the flower.
Leslie Ann
well you walk with a swagger that's unearned but it always fits you well and you speak in a way the warms the places where them wildflowers dwell a lady of undetermined age I'd guess at forty-five or more and each day comes as tide a
Enter the light i
I dreamed of light A up hill tunnel so bright Shines from heaven above Voices heard from distant past Familiar sounds Voices long gone They sound familiar could be my mum Long time gone taken in her prime We dare not make a sound you lis
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ragnarok
"father's fly me strength of two all wars are old yet I am new" the trees will bud bodies without any eyes as the calm before battle sleeps in the skies its beyond my arm what faces us friend but into the maelstrom we soon will descend t
Life is a Circus
Put on your top hat, you are the star, the ring master, how long, how far, Let the clowns come in, let the fun begin, see the balancing act, trapeze if you please, sugarcane tastes so good as the magician weaves his spell, will the tightrope walk
Not quite a poem..
I am sorry, I've even forgot how to use the forums on this site... so if anyone knows, i would appreciate the help.I have loved and missed this, my poetry home, and all of my old friends here, as well as the new poets God bless, and keep on writing! You are all great! ~Q~S~xoxoxo