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
When the leaves fall
The wonderment of bird song, on a summer day, the beauty of the leaves that fall, and how they float , then lay,, .................................................................................................................................
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
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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
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...
you
If I could hold the quill of truth over the page of unfolding story and hold it still and let the page itself write the words of your defining glory if I could see the candle that lights the table beside your bed and see that light
the undressed oak
he sat on the old deck chair and thought about her about how she tied a strand of blonde behind her ear when she was anxious how the sun made plans between the gaps of her fingers how her breath tasted how her beauty made her invisible
Maelstrom
The poem's subject is not a member of CS.
"THE 3 A.M BREAKDOWN"
About a temporary setback in terms of mental health ...
Different!
Ever find yourself lost? I see beauty all around, still dont care, should I go for help? or just jump on someones bandwagon? be part of life stupidity?,, tomorrow will hopefully appear, I'm still looking for my bandwagon, oh no,,, brooks and dunne, N
The truth will prevail!
The lies of today will fall on the shoulders of the young tomorrow, look back in sorrow, record for posterity, the truth, the reality of how this came to be and what we saw, and what we see, should never again come to be!
ERASED AND UNWRITTEN
A story of a long-distant relationship with a closeted monster / predator ...
The brink, again!
So Russia may invade Ukraine? War again? Wow, how insane! It's obvious its meant to be, unless, those in power are made to see, that WE see, their manulipation, total particapition, guiding it along, they dont care, right or wrong, The highest degr
Not really anything!
Why do people think soo much about life AFTER DEATH? Is it the same as life BEFORE BIRTH?, we must have been in the same place, we don't remember, so, we appear and then disappear, I don't know where I was a year before I was born, same place when I
Poets
Obviously credt goes to John Taylor (24 August 1578 – December 1653)
You are right?
Take an injection for your correction,, let it go, you wont know, remember its all just for your good, we forgot to wear a hood, we will f*ck you over, because we can, its all in the plan, so just lie there and let it happen,,,its only right its only
INTERNET DATING
People live in bubbles now. Safely in their shell. Appearing to communicate. Getting on well. Witty, charming, intelligent, sweet. Someone you really want to meet. Trouble is, and it is a curse. When you meet...the bubble bursts!
theoretical physics
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 clarit
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
covid 19
there was a girl in china but the radio signal died I told her we were hundred to keep her spirit but I lied people started dropping in the spring of seventeen the white coat fellas called it it was nothing they had seen I am a collection
For a friend who left.
I’ve watched tomorrow taken away because of today, Cries for help lost in the melee of life, unseen and unheard, No one is to blame, but still, to our shame, they fall, no Saviour all, those lost in their pain, no future, no gain, Giving it up, t
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
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?
After turbulence
Some trials on my way, have been tough, may I say. Still the outcome was worth the struggle. You by my side, and happiness is double. You light up my days. I love you all the ways. I trust the feeling stays, when the years pass away. Doub
Short and sweet!
You need to ask questions or you will never know what road to take, which way to go, so observe and learn to find your way, but be yourself, come what may!
No Blame!
I’m like this because of you, I’m like this because you Never saw it through, I’m like this because the Winter Sun never shone! I’m like this because my flowers died and left me Traumatised, I’m like this because you were never here, to hold
You too
What does hurt feel like?, being lost in emotional pain?, break your arm,, is it the same? or feeling a total emotional loss?, A whole body pain, a mind pain, let the worlds collide and in the end, you dont mind? Yes,,, let it be,,, let us see,, don
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,
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.
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My PERFECT grandson!!!
The young!
The young, what can you say? naive and innocent, and damm frustrating, no sense of life, always rushing in, and they know it all, until they fall, and then they ask for assistance, they show (this time) no resistance, so we help them up, (again) and
Innocently alive!
I wrote those words to reflect how I feel
rusted trucks
carrie walked out of the diner.. her shift was nearing its end.. and the trees made love in the darkness.. and her eyes to a smile did pretend talks about music and college.. did rise and fall on the air.. and a heart that once loved another.. for
The Death Of Old McGee
Just some old-fashioned rhyming.
Well, this is how it is!
So the Russians are on our shore, monstrous entity too big to IGNORE, and we will float out with our toys, pretend we are bigger, lies, we are just tiny,, little one fishing trawler,, ok,,, we know you are taller, you go away,,, and Ill have nothi
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!
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
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the "Raven"
the 'Raven' is a diner that lapps the sea foreshore it haunts my mangled memory as it raps upon my door apple tart and finest cheesecake when I can't eat no more yet alas quoth the raven : ordermore! broad bearded, prone to rages I ha