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.
Regrets and Gratitude
Went on a poetry- writing hiatus for over 2 years so feeling like a stranger to both poetry writing and the poets in the corner now. I hope there are still poets here of my days...it would be nice to hear from you all again. Our furry friend was put down this weekend due to his failing health. I didn't think his passing away will move me as much as it did. Nothing much has stirred me in the past three years that's enough to help me find the courage to try writing again.
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.
THE CHARMS OF MEN IN UNIFORM
WHY WOMAN LOVE MEN IN UNIFORM
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
JUST THAT KIND OF GIRL
Encouraging a close friend after her near total collapse under the weight of a very troubled past that simply refused to let her be.
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
grannies house
how youth is takin from us
images
thing that we all hold dear inside are heads stored but not forgotten
Being a fool
This is written by a very good friend of mine. I thought it's very interestingly beautiful and I'd love to share it. I'm learning so much from this friend and I know I'm blessed to swim in his world.
THE PAINTER
the joys of painting
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
maybe if you'd open your EYES by ~free cee!~
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BECAUSE DAVID BERKOWITZ INSTRUCTED THAT I MUST
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
Cascade (Cascade of sad music)
Je me sens perdu dans mes pensées que je ai oublié la tristesse écho des violons de l'automne derrière moi l'étreinte glacée de l'hiver dernier hante ma mémoire comme une douleur engourdissant quand je peux espérer fleurs du printemps Je aurais
free cee COULD ROCK ANY WOMAN'S WORLD
i like smoking weed a lot
Protect
in the memories of lost love
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
deities
my gentle community home of l'arche nova-scotia..
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
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....
into the void
Are expanding universe
for you mom
you where here You where here Inbody and soul To hear you talk To laugh once more i know you you gone I know you cant come back Your with me always In my soul you still with me mother In my soul
This Blue Train
This Blue Train tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face... unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence... i watch the blue fog slowly move in, penetrating each and every glance of mine eye... the blue train slowly pass
Give Me Thine Love
This poems is for those who in bad times left their own love alone to weep and tease from world.
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.
look at one self
Into the abyss One ventures in time From birth to Heaven One dwells in time As we age Changes we not notice for we change With a blink of an eye from childs knowledge We gain matter and thought are knowledge expands we gain Are mi
Solitude Consumes Me Again
© Syd bliZZard
Weihnacht in Berlin
I like Gernany and this beauty town...
a psycic's wave
if u were a telepath would u tell ne one muwaahahhahahaha
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
Love/Loathe
© Syd bliZZard
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.
Alone
From self-love & acceptance https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUVaQLSJUcg&index=17&list=PLAcPQaZVp85bdC5qHoNwCoPvcSlKzDMyh
Jeff
Mate o mine passed yesterday. f*ck ya all!! Ha ha Peace n love. Part of the 'Indo express'surfing pioneers. Great stories in the lunchroom! 'Sea of Darkness' is the movie of their lives.RIP mate! Mark
The Unknown Unknown about "tomorrow" future.
This piece of poem was writing some yrs back as i laid on my bed doing some thinking as i always do when i'm up in the morning. I couldn't figure out why even tomorrow - nearest future is so unpredictable and those who are happy now could be the saddest tomorrow due to bad news and those unhappy today could be the happiest tomorrow too and so on. so i wrote these lines down after that moment.
the model
Porcelain skin Smooth to touch You stand on high for all to see Figure 10 Features less face hidden You look from monuments high On folk below No one knows who you are Your past hidden future unknown drapped in your best For all to
THE POPPY
TO ALWAYS WEAR ARE POPPIES AND HELP ARE FALLEN SOLDIERS IN NEED AND NEVER FORGET THE MEANING OF WAR
elegy for an integral teacher
I have known about this man for a long time, he passed on 03-30-2010
Earth Calling Me Home
In 1980 I flew to Zambia. In fact then and now I fly often enough to experience emergencies. In 1980 considered what could happen. I prepared myself by writing this poem.
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.
An Image Of Me
Just plain ol dark
RE: The island of you
Wow my friend that was really good,I read you loud and clear I think.Aww mate it is a good read thanks no matter my interpretation Ken...
RE: WHERE THERE IS HOPE, THERE IS EVERYTHING
Awww... great poem And keep that faith!...
online today!RE: Sands of time
"I despise my bitterness and dismay I feel so old and grey I reflect upon my younger day when love was a bit easier to play Its just getting too hard today" Our journey in life is staged from youth to old age. Upon which our borrowed time is s...
RE: space time
angeline dazzling beautiful comment loved the picture of the horse heartfelt appreciated...
RE: Black
always a pleasure to read from you again young man...Jesse I hope to read one day soon the absence of light soon changes into white...may the stars that burning in the sky shine brighter......
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