My Dreams For Thee
The imagination for love,how one live in love of hope and wanted to over shadowed for safe of love and sake of it.
only you
Its in hope of love,when one feel all alone,and just each day and night keep imagination how her love should be.
The martyr
This poem is written for all the big and small head of soldiers,who serve the country,and give us pleaseant sleep by keeping themselves awake all the time of any country....
Give Me Thine Love
This poems is for those who in bad times left their own love alone to weep and tease from world.
Gypsy - An Elegy
Gypsy was washed down in a canal. I adopted her. I only had her for a few days. I left her in the care of a neighbour for a weekend. When I returned, I was told that she was pushed off the steps by the neighbour's larger dogs and she fell and died. They said they disposed of her body so I never saw her again.
Water, Trees, Wind, Emptiness
This is a (probably bad) translation by myself of a poem I wrote in my native tongue. I don't know if it even becomes anything near to a poem in English. But I post it anyway.
Weihnacht in Berlin
I like Gernany and this beauty town...
An Ode ToMy Friend And Boss
I wrote this poem a number of years ago in tribute to a man who was not only my boss but also my friend.He was a quiet genius in electronics and one of the earliest developers of cable TV. At one time he owned 9 systems in 4 states. Since this is Memorial Day I thought it fitting to post my poem.
An Image Of Me
Just plain ol dark
Death And The Magician
Mid-Life Reflections
voices
forever spoken craig elias- voices from the mind of truth
a psycic's wave
if u were a telepath would u tell ne one muwaahahhahahaha
deities
my gentle community home of l'arche nova-scotia..
images
thing that we all hold dear inside are heads stored but not forgotten
The Light House
On the stormy rocks the light house stands Standing tall defiant , it stands on the dangerous rocks it stands Its beaming white light proudly beaming out over the darkend gale Force seas Its beaming red light signals to every ship to keep away or
Places
A stroll on the beach beneath a starry sky Listening to the breakers as we go by A walk in the country through forest of green Cascading waterfalls and streams to be seen Visiting churches with domes and with spires With their ornate windows an
maybe if you'd open your EYES by ~free cee!~
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BECAUSE DAVID BERKOWITZ INSTRUCTED THAT I MUST
free cee COULD ROCK ANY WOMAN'S WORLD
i like smoking weed a lot
SAYING GRACE & SPRAYING MACE a rant by ~free cee!~
look, this is the world i hope won't be the legacy we leave for my 2 year old grandson Mr. Travis Ian....but something tells me that generation X ain't doing shit excecpt accepting noise as music and are too busy with i-tunes-computers, cell phones nd phonies who sell crap they call useful to try to fix what us Baby Boomers could not!
Never Ask Your Mom
What should you do on a snowy day? Don't ask your mom, is the first thing I will say. It all happened on the 13th of December. A very cold day, I'll always remember. You see the snow was coming down fast. I thought to myself - How long will t
"Something has taken you so far from me"
I am trying to uncover my deluded feelings towards an invisible mirror where i am able to foresee a tragic reflex of a love relationship that it isn´t responsive... Perhaps my otherself is still shallow and selfish and so i meditate if i am guilty or not guilty when i face my own behaviour and inner feelings while there is a lack of Love and i keep on being lonely and suffering a lot... Perhaps i am understanding my failures in matter of love relationships; by other hand i recognize my personal worth and my meritorious deeds even if am still hopeless and despised by others...
not a poem precisely
Once a Junior School teacher asked her students to bring some potatoes in a plastic bag to school. Each potato will be given a name of the person whom that child hates. Like this, the number of potatoes will be equal to the number of persons they hat
grannies house
how youth is takin from us
The Monarch of the Glen
this poem is dedicated to the oil painting of the stag called the monarch of the glen by sir edward landseer
rain drops
i love the sun i hate the cold i especially hate the rain the wet water on my face on my lovely coat and shoes cold and damp i feel the rain falling from the sky maybe shower or large drops of rain sometimes ice mixed in the rain when i was
THE PAINTER
the joys of painting
elegy for an integral teacher
I have known about this man for a long time, he passed on 03-30-2010
walk along the beach
THE GENTLE MOTION OF THE RIPLING WAVES THE BACK AND FORTH OF THE TIDE THE PEBBLES ON THE SEA SHORE STACKED IN ROWS THE UNDULATING SAND BENEATH MY FEET BAREFOOT AM I, WALKING ON THE BEACH ALONG THE WATERS EDGE THE GENTLE WATERS ,WASHING, BAT
The Royal Iris
I know a boat that sailed the mersey the royal iris was she in her green and yellow livery elegant was she sailing up and down the mersey she did her best in her magnificent livery ,mersey dances parties she did have ,looking her best in her
Etymology
A quanrdary; where does it come from. A word came to me in writing and I was pondering its source. I needed to look it up to make sure it fit. Where had I ever heard this word? Especially considering the fact that it did fit perfectly in context. Hence the inspiration. I like the double meaning of before especially.
THE CHARMS OF MEN IN UNIFORM
WHY WOMAN LOVE MEN IN UNIFORM
THE POPPY
TO ALWAYS WEAR ARE POPPIES AND HELP ARE FALLEN SOLDIERS IN NEED AND NEVER FORGET THE MEANING OF WAR
queen mary2 on the mersey
The first visit by the queen mary 2 on the mersey