the cowboy and the mermaid
there's a golden sun on a spinning wheel there's a yellow fleck in a pan full of steel there's the fire I spat and the breath I once drew there's work that I'm doing and the work that I do there's a girl, half fish singing songs abo
on strawberry hill
For Vanessa
the girl after.. the girl after you
old boats they can charm any ocean fibreglass lord knows runs afoul and for every newsflashy gimmick there's a hundred year handcrafted dowel see I do not blame you woman for quitting on summer's depart see you can't expect
"Bluebell"
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 mud it held her held her fast a defian
her own way
she was tough (as they come) in a coat of pain she was harder than diamonds left out in the rain and she smiled qualified at how life slipped away and she wallowed in strength tíl her final day no one knew her her fame was
Evermore
Our favourite season, or it was... just not the same, since my husband passed.. God, I miss him!
Magma
Silent whispers of gas Rises from caverns deep Hints of smoke and steam Ground pushed gravity rise from ash - heat and smoke flames from Within caverns deep Rising magma flow blows smoke and ash Rivers flow like hot mooltan flames rising
One Day
Thoughts about a mythical person, past, present or future in my life.
Grieving
Grieving from the Grave by Criostior.
the swan at port
I see you every day it's not important you see me I'm the man who moors his boat near your house beside the quay your son is older than me learning issues t'would appear he follows you like gravity like a worry follows fear you never app
Totally in love
It's about unconditional love showing it by your actions
My lovely lady whereever you are?!
She walks like an angel Through my broken dreams Carrying hope like mail To repair loves lost seams She is not the end all and be all but the one thats getting away For her I would always fall She knows what i would say Its something prim
tales of the everyday
For John Prine
My Sunshine
....for you liam xxx
ships (1847)
your giant ships sailed out the tide to block my village far and wide to plunder food from famine soil to thieve our hope with our own toil forced to leave our barren lands we dug the streets with broken hands we built your ro
Lies of the heart
This short poem it's about a married man who sleeps around.
The Death Of Old McGee
Just some old-fashioned rhyming.
Vanessa, explained
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 l
the pub on poet's corner
I was mending a hull 'neath the crying gull when the call came down the line my dad had gone.. his time had come and a world of hurt was mine left my girl to anger swirl told her "needed space" but I was dust.. not even lust could the hurtin
For thee and thine.
A moment alone,with thoughts losely flowing...
iron bars
I came from the sea.. I came from the sea.. is that woman still there.. does she still wait on me..? I took a life.. I took a life.. as a life tried to take mine from me.. so I left my ship and hid inside the bark of a lonesome tree.. until hunge
the unasked question
baby, hills run dry beneath your velvet sky outside i queue for gas in the rain baby, I don't know how the tale of us will go don't walk away on stepping stones of pain your smile is a light on a cold dark night look and search my
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
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
Just a thought
As I listen to the rain drops,,falling on my roof, lost in contemplation, not being aloof, just thinking about existance, how they reflect it all,, they are here, they fall, they cease to exist,,, just like us all,, a moment in time, its all that we
A Word To The Wise
I wrote this 3-7-2022. A Word To The Wise is the title I've been working on for over a month or so by different forms of writing it. The song is about a girl I once dated back in school and on Easter week vacation I vanished into the night and completed my grade without anyone knowing of my intentions on leaving. Over the years she found faith in God and I just do Rock-n-Roll/ Heavy Metal.
thought
thought
Able Sable Dunmore
Having known her but a short time this poem is for Odetta 57. I am aware of her tenacity ofof life. Regardless of age she jumps ino life&&love with both feet. Keep up the great attitude! h \\\\\ This poem is for Odetta,(her call name), from Cumbria Northern England. I admire her tenacity for life, regardless of age she has jumped into life and love with both feet.
Suicidal Games
I wrote this 4-20-2011. This was written within the same time frame of when I wrote What I've Done and Rock n Roll Star, within hours I mean. This is one I played around with "shock rock" but it seemed more laid back and mellow; for it sounded better!
Maybe a purpose ?
Human Reason, A bit of Life
shelter from the dorm
twas a time of fresh worn innocence, eighteen years of age, and the writ of my experience fell short upon the page, ragged as a student who had never eaten warm, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm hardly out of smallburg, green as a
kiss
you and me sitting on the edge of memory the radio sings about the things we want to do your kisses bring a rising spring of honeydew its gonna be a long memory searching for the taste of your sweet love it's been a long time s
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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,
Colours!
Colours……………., colours mean so much don’t they? They can define your day, blue or grey, Or soothing and colourful, feel the hint of spring On it’s way, Blue is cold, like a winters day, ….but snow, snow Brings out the child in you for you to
A poem with no rhyme!
If you get too lost in your own sense of importance You will lose it all, you WILL cease to exist like us all, And then it’s over, and all of your regrets will be lost To nothing, no one will care that you were even here, So, today, say to yours
The Rain
I wrote this 11-10-1997. This song is about the change of seasons. The Rain tells a small example of a story of it, I suppose in a psychedelic sense!
ana maria
you can ride of the zest of a smile, girl if you want to you can walk on the side of the earth, girl like I do like a bird who can sing but never will like a tide that sleeps but is never still or a line from from a film that w
Be you always!
The guarantee of non existance when it hits you between the eyes, makes you realise, that the games we play in our so called lives, well, it's all just lies. Of course we will end, my friend, and when you know just where you go, a
love...
Love Is A Candle Friendship Is A Star A candle can go out, So... That a star ... always shine
THE WORLD
The idea hit me one day to write a song about a husband, his wife, and the aftermath of a car accident. This is the end result.
Reality beckons!
I won't respond if you say this or that, I won't be available for nonsense chat, I won't accept text or anything next, I won't reply if I think you lie, I won't be here to communicate, I won't, I won't...this is so......why am I alone?....I just
Canadian girl
I met her in the winter in a bar upon the hill when the dark was carved by starlight and the moon had paid the bill I stepped in from the wilderness from the howling wind and rain I was weary from my journey's around other people's pain