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
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
Maelstrom
The poem's subject is not a member of CS.
YOUR NOT ALONE
When the stars stop shinning, And the wind begins to blow Ill still be here smiling, can you feel my warm glow. The world you know so heavy, Full of darkness sorrow and pain, Take my hand sweet child, Ill shelter you from the rain. Togethe
My Sunshine
....for you liam xxx
Sage of Rage
It'll do. Happy birthday, Mama... Still polishing what you started.
i hide behind my rings - fragment
i hide behind my rings and shatter echoes of the things that layed ahead of age that we cut short with my rage. i'm on my way, i wish you well it's season's cast of a love spell
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
Maybe a purpose ?
Human Reason, A bit of Life
Lies of the heart
This short poem it's about a married man who sleeps around.
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.
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
Dragon Poems
I wrote this set of poems after writing a set of children's stories about friendly, or at least non-hostile dragons. I felt I needed to get in touch with a dragon's real nature.
The Knight's sword
This poem is from the perspective of a sword; it also is a double entendre on how a sword is crafted as well as how a knight's character is developed. It's also a bit personal to me too because it ties in my resolve also. Enjoy!
La Steaua (The Star)
This is a very famous late poem by the Romanian national poet Mihai Eminescu. In my translation, a long vanished star is depicted as memorial of love - the one kind of light always present even when what gave life to it no longer exists. Every generation carries that light within them onwards as those before it and love remains in the world. And for the future - something beautiful like that is not really an illusion; its a tribute to the best part of ourselves.
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
Pierdut In Suferinta (Anguish Of Oblivion)
I've often wondered what it feels like to be a poet. Does any one remember? Does it make any difference? The translation is not literal; I want to capture the romantic sensibility of the poet's feelings of insignificance and the futility of gaining acknowledgment by the world. This particular poem came from someone who became famous only after his death. Consider whether Mihai Eminescu's pessimism is truly warranted in view of how he is highly regarded by posterity.
Unde Sunt Zapezile (Where Are The Snows)
Francois Villon wrote a famous ballad in the Middle Ages with the famous interrogative question about the passing order of things. I have composed a ballad that invokes it though its more about the snow which we only get to enjoy for the short time its here. And in life, our happiness is fleeting like the snow.
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!
crusader
before there was lady in red...this man had better songs
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.
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
The Bin
The bin In the corner you just sit Stirrin glirren As i throw rubbish in Stayle odours From last nights Saturday takeaway Stirren back at me Oh what a time i had Drinkin eating Vomiting Throwing up in my bin Oh the odour Will have
Divine
For all the wonderful memories we will create together, For all the beauty that builds and dwells inside, We live to love and share our feelings for each other, To my amazing woman this goddess of mine, For all the minute's, hours and every season of
Invocation
This is no my poem, but is a good poem that talk about the freedom, about the love.. Is a good chance to invocate the love of we need sometimes, when we feel alone,, here I am, try to invocate your heart, your single heart that is calling me,
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 ..
Love Is
What is love if me !
collapsing
a good life, now a better life
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,
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
The Starlight Ride
Read a book and it seems to be true............. How sad, the way Indians are treated. Hell. any Humans, Abuse...
Our House
I wrote this poem shortly after my wife of 16 years passed away.
Casey at the Bat Lawrence Thayer
I like to read this out loud to my friends
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.
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 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
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
Can you be?
If you don't understand it please don't comment!
Poem
Who is real in a world of unreal, who is true in a world of untrue, Who is right in a world of deception, who are you? What makes you right?, what makes me right?, Don’t condemn Because you can’t, don’t play the part, of judge and jury, Don’t pr
Another Poem
You said something yesterday, that affects my world today, What did I say? You say it was nothing, but I feel bad, I feel sad, you don’t know?, do you care?, and then it begins! Another day, another mismatch of feelings and emotions Someone did
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