Words
A message inspired by how God speaks more than man could ever if we just stop to hear Him.
Mighty Soup
A follow-up on the recipe challenge.
Ocean’s haiku challenge-2
Another try..
AN AUGUST POEM
Some lines for August.
Don't waste my time
Scammers
Easy going
It’s summer out there
my love
my question is are you my love after reading this come find me and see and find a passion that can split the heavens and a fire that burns brighter than the sun. and a love deeper than the ocean.
Comfortable Slippers.
Written years ago. as seen in my books.
WOMAN
dedicated to women, particularly those who are facing gender inequality in the workplace and society in general
Zoopons
I wrote this for a poetry contest back in 2014. I got an honorable mention. This was written in A,B,C style. Each line had to start with the next letter of the alphabet until you have A all the way through Z
Elmo’s AWOLNATION Sail Parody
Sometimes when I hear certain songs, jokes pop up in my mind making fun of it. This is the only parody I have copyrighted. I really need to get out a few of the other ones that I wrote. I love writing parodies.
Strawberry Moon Born In June
A sunset followed by a full moon in June.
A night time of evolution
A night time of evolution a high time for revolution a determined mutation of time, indifferent to crime, Turning to lawless moments of life, expanding consciousness stretching out but returning to be exact, acting out of spiritual conquest, b
Winter Evening
Just sweet & sad thoughts of home fill my mind as I sit alone looking out of the window,watching the few sparrows braving the cold ( past their bed time ) to eat the crumbs.
War Haiku - another take
Following Ocean’s steps
Céad Míle Fáilte ! (Sonnet)
An Irish invitation to an English lady. I know from your posts dear that you yearn to get away for a while.... So just for the craic come over to visit your auld poet buddy and I'll help you trace your Irish ancestry. Don't mind the poem dear, that's just the type of romantic Irish clown I can be. You'd be very safe with Mick.
Haiku challenge
Just trying..
HAIKU FOR YOU (with bonus feature of author's interpretation) - "What do ghost see in a mirror?"
"What do ghosts see in a mirror?" Oak's underbelly. where dreams appeal naturally mom slipped from the crypt. Oak's u
Haiku Challenge attempt(?)
Correction: Didn't realize that only 3 lines in each stanza - duh!! Attempt at Haiku but afraid not a very good one. Not really my kind of poem. Happy Father's Day tomorrow to all the Father's out there. Kathy
Muir Woods
HaiKu
Lightning skies
Darkness hails Purple blue flashes White lightning Booms and cracks Stretch across darkened skies Hail wind blows gust those teeth of flashes Boom s across lightning flashes freezing rain lashes whips of light cracks the blackened sky
A memory
Special memory
Time
The clock chimes the hour Time ticks bye Seconds become minutes Minutes become that hour Time ticks bye slowly ticking bye time now gone now stolen one says good bye those minute now gone stolen they become Hours they become days Days becom
Near but so far
I dream of you to kiss those lips wanting you I dream of you each day Shy to talk shy to approach I dream of what to say Your hair dazzles me takes my breath I can hardly breath I drown in breath To be near you to hold you close
The Opposites.
this is my amateur poetry on opposites . It began as a describing of couples who are opposites but completely transformed into a discription of opposites in their essence . tell me what you think about it .
Haikus 5-7-5
Lets see what others can come up with too, lets go
I’m not a Poet I’m just a nice lad!
I’m not a poet I’m just a nice lad Who writes lots of poems when happy or sad Artistic I’m not but I’ll give it a lash My pockets are empty I’m desperate for cash Clever oh no with an IQ of nine Writing with words that seemingly rhythme Left
Janet Jackson
Some songs are just a joy to listen to, this is one of them. The song is The Best Things In Life Are Free by Janet Jackson and Luther Vandross.
The Smell Of Love
David, You Are Is So Very Special
Poetry
A heart preserved. The native(s) paint the picture of the spoken word. The universal rhythm. Paint me a picture of realisation. We can count in the dark, but did logic form in dark? In these difficult times I consider my friends my best friends.
Do you feel the breeze
Do you feel the breeze Wind envelopes sways the tree Branches now blown away Dancing in the breeze Birds hold on tight Blown from their peaches That wind howls tonight winds gather up Rain facets paces darkened skies night and day da
That shopping bag
You carry that bag Where ever you go Full to the brim It took you to carry it contents within Why you want to burden with this stuff why you want to carry a full load You shop by day you carry your stuff away Only to chuck some straight i
She Gets By with Saying I'm Sorry
She gets by with saying I'm sorry While I get stuck with a broken heart Women get away with a lot of things And it happens right from the start She's had a really good life While I'm still waiting on the lottery She made somebody else a reall
Let Me Play >
Let Me Play > In Your Garden Where The Warm Lily Grows Swollen In Time Up Through The Moist Grass Wet With Dew
Pigeon
Everyday I go down and read to the pigeons. We have an agreement. I read to them and I take one home for dinner. Pigeon 1: “look it’s that tuned loony who thinks we understand English!” Pigeon 2: “I thought he was talking to himself?” Pigeon
by the way i love
At night alone in my room I wait out the night it will be tomorrow soon Tomorrow will come then it will go another night spent with myself in my room I have love to give, this is true so much love I have I become un
Station Earth
Humanity deserves an equal applause when everyone gets tuned into the same station. Where you have freedom of expression on Station Earth
Silence Molds Clouds All Day
“Let silence take you to the core of life.” -Rumi
Oh! My Cripled Soul
Oh, My Crippled Soul! Abandoning the thought of love is like a pitchfork that pierced a heart that didn't bleed That which became my enemy was twice as bad I smile crookedly at life, unapologetic if I am scared and scorned Oh, my crippled soul!
The wish
The feeling Familiar Our life Part of us This can’t be Break free A man I am, inner me Ultimately foresee In him I seek closure from tyranny Louder than before Standing tall no more Words fall Hear whisper call
Senses
Over under everywhere The sense of peace suds bubbles gives liquid care Invisible body feeling it there From thin air Undeniable mist feeds memory generations prepare Helpless encouraged full figure seconds plenty to share Infecting sof
Turning the ash
re-spiriting love for those that need it..