Surf
5am.. I take my board and smell the sky the tide swims round the breeze a spell and says goodbye the initial hit of cold and salt gives way to sound I think of you and your eyes of dew fall on my ground and all the stuff we shar
War!
Thunder roars and red sky flies and blinding lights and something dies when all that was has ceased to be the end of life how it used to be when loss and grieving become the norm looking for heaven and finding hell, is this real who can tell, a night
the rebuild
she was crying in the sea unloved and worn she spoke to me her heart and boards were long ripped out her diesel engine left in doubt yet I heard her heard her true in her estuary of blue I spent a fortune on her hull I slept ben
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
Just Listen
Listen to what I say, you cant, its not for you, I know better, dont even try, stop, now you are being stupid, and you wonder why you dont succed? You had failed before you began, Just dont listen!!!, be whatever you want to be, open your eyes an
Space Invaders
When that moment comes, before sleep invades your space, Just for an instant, you can dictate tomorrow in this place, The star of this show will be someone you know, Where you can go, where you reside with nothing to hide, Tomorrow can be your sh
Ode To Noah
My first poem. I was 13yrs old. I hadn't had a Christian experience yet, but our Mother taught us Bible stories. One night she told the story of Noah and the Ark. That night in my bedroom I was thinking about the story and the words came to me out of nowhere. I grabbed a pencil and started copying the words down as fast as I possibly could! And I've never forgotten them.
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
Ostrich!
Ok,, sorry I cant talk right now, my head is in the sand!
I am!
It is what it is. You know.
Older and wiser?
We grow old, we get wise, But still we join those who dies, We give direction to the young, don't sing a song so well sung, But if they agreed and followed suit, in the end we'd all be mute, For nothing would change, nothing be new, not for me
Chloe’s Sighting
Our dog is always on guard
Nothing?
Sometimes, nothing means more!
dark mental prison/return from entropy
wow i have to get that out or it will eat me alive
Correct!
So you're not rich? got nothing to show for your life, but what did you sow? Children who grew to be, proud for anyone to see, No monetary life? filled with strife? Just tenderness and good direction, Won't be sent to a place of correction
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
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
?????????
So we walk in different fields, don't know how it feels, for me to be you, or you to be me, we just cant see, and our blindness creates that void, was it you? or me that lied?, human things, problem brings, spirits show, high and low, our insanity,
For you!
For those who care, the end of today signals A new tomorrow, and for those who fear, A new day will follow, For those that want to know, take the path Where you can grow, Who you are is who you were, one day, You will come to know.
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
Regeneration!
There’s a sadness in being, a sadness in seeing Our creation decline, Twas not your vision nor twas not mine, But we will begin again as we have before, And once again, hope for more.
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
Miner's Soul
In memory of miners and their families still struggling to make it. Love you.
Just for them
I could write about the rose that grows, its beauty, coulourful and majestifully superior, but I wont, I could not give a f*ck, I dont give a f*ck about America, China, Russia,, I don't believe in CNN, FOX, BBC, OR EVEN RTE, my life revolves around
Simple
What I have learned about life is its simplicity, To know its origin is lost in complicity, Its simply way that cant be told, Too many conditioned, stay in the fold, If you really knew you then you could be, FREE.
ballad of a backwards playing jukebox
I'm going down to the record station.. I'm gonna buy me a backwards jukebox.. I'm going to play all my favourite songs wearing nothing.. but my hat and my socks and listen to Blaze.. as he sings every song.. ending to start.. and ill get all my s
Leap to Freedom (The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog)
At yelping speed she travelled across an emerald lawn, pursued by gnarling nightmares as the darkness nipped the dawn. Her ears, amber triangles, bush glittering crystal dew, body sleek with rivulets, glowed red with exhaustion's hue. Her
uptown girl
you and me in a little car shop buying dreams with the money we got but dreams are free at the break of dawn one by one we let them go ninety nine cents ain't a dollar your daddy's rich and I'm blue collar floating down the high
Well, this is the plan!
I hear of this plan of "the creator" can it be?, seems very strange to me, a creator who can create such misery?, and all for what? and why should this be?, is there something I've missed? that I cannot see? What does the "creator" want to create
Oh no, another one!
It seems nothing changes, don’t ever speak too loud, You are not allowed, those that profess, sometimes regress, And the promise of equality is lost in the pursuit of being right And for them its how it goes, who knows, where we go from Here, to
NEW?
So, imagination IS creation, I imagined you, you imagined me and that is what we see, Simple at first, but complex over eternity!, constant imagination creates complication, And now, we find ourselves HERE, in constant fear, of life and new creat
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
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!
We actually mean nothing!
Working out a solution, I've come to the conclusion tomorrow will be, There's no need for discussion, I'll just kill you or you just kill me, Either way tomorrow will be, just open your eyes so you can see, When we are gone, won't be that long, th
For those that know
An explosion of imagination created by one, to begin At the end, twas only fun, To know is the end, finally over and done, Played all the parts mother, father and son, And knowing means going , to start it again, Repeat, repent, rejoin and regro
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
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!
Lies of the heart
This short poem it's about a married man who sleeps around.
A Triolet by Banjo Paterson with a Second Verse
I have not written any poetry in the last 20 something years but...........I was on a recent trip in Tasmania where someone made the suggestion/demand that we read a poem of the selected works of Banjo Paterson each night. As I was a solo driver this was my first attempt and it was "Page 100" without seeing what it was I had to read. I had another 2 poems to read later, one I did manage to prepare for and one handed to me on the night of "The Reading." Very difficult to properly express a poem without some preparation. Having said tha,t and mentioning this to my house-sitter on my return, it has gotten me a wee bit interested as I have not seen or heard of this form before. So the second verse is mine. Hope it suffices.
Three lines
Words divide, It seems to be, Do you agree?
Heartfelt?
So, the apples didn't grow this year?,Does it matter anyway, lose the fear, you can never ever stay here, the apples will reappear, when you are gone, but,,,,,,,,,,,,, you WILL be near, because you never really disappear, and all your love wil
Open!
I have an open mind, come what may, as long as you believe in what I say, My open mind never falters, I’m open , but, I have a defence, It’s a secret, that I cannot tell you, I’ll always agree, with what You say to me, and I’ll play the part, e