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Two Lovers
Vase full of light and color. Tall, proud voluptuous.
Riding high on dresser tall dark many drawers.
Faded spot one rests on other like two lovers.
Color light spinning through space.
Faded spot uncovered. Bare empty place.
Cold... hard silent. No hope of turning whole again.
Warm.... gooey binding. Sealed by loves hand.
First look you see the streaks, thin line cracks.
Time goes by .... All seems whole once more.
Smallest gentle jostle.... Broken worst than before.
Picking up the pieces. Fallen all apart.
Tucking gently away....Not wanting to.
To many pieces....don't know where to start.
Closing drawer...lay broken in the dark.
Faded spot uncovered. Bare empty space.
Try many none fit. As if faded spot beckoning.
Vase to take its place.
Riding high on dresser tall dark many drawers.
Faded spot one rests on other like two lovers.
Color light spinning through space.
Faded spot uncovered. Bare empty place.
Cold... hard silent. No hope of turning whole again.
Warm.... gooey binding. Sealed by loves hand.
First look you see the streaks, thin line cracks.
Time goes by .... All seems whole once more.
Smallest gentle jostle.... Broken worst than before.
Picking up the pieces. Fallen all apart.
Tucking gently away....Not wanting to.
To many pieces....don't know where to start.
Closing drawer...lay broken in the dark.
Faded spot uncovered. Bare empty space.
Try many none fit. As if faded spot beckoning.
Vase to take its place.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
This is not what I had intended to write
But this is what I wrote
Maybe somewhere in this mess of words there will be answer to the day I had.
Prince and Michael Jackson
Prince and Michael Jackson
Both were awesome artists from the best decade in music
The 1980's
Michael started out on top with his Thriller album
Prince came out with Purple Rain
Both have some awesome songs
Prince's When Doves Cry
Michael's Billie Jean
Both were Jehovah Witnesses
I was approached by one on a walk this week
I researched some of their beliefs
They don't celebrate birthdays or holidays like Christmas
They don't vote
I think Michael did celebrate birthdays and give presents
I don't know if Prince did or not
There is no question which was the bigger influence
Michael Jackson
The 80's wouldn't have been the same without them
Both were awesome artists from the best decade in music
The 1980's
Michael started out on top with his Thriller album
Prince came out with Purple Rain
Both have some awesome songs
Prince's When Doves Cry
Michael's Billie Jean
Both were Jehovah Witnesses
I was approached by one on a walk this week
I researched some of their beliefs
They don't celebrate birthdays or holidays like Christmas
They don't vote
I think Michael did celebrate birthdays and give presents
I don't know if Prince did or not
There is no question which was the bigger influence
Michael Jackson
The 80's wouldn't have been the same without them
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
I have both albums on record. I would say I listened to Thiller more than Purple Rain. I have a hard time picking which songs I liked better. I did like Beat It, Billie Jean, PYT, Wanna Be Startin Something, The Girl Is Mine, and Thriller. I liked When Doves Cry, I Would Die 4 U, Baby I'm A Star, Purple Rain, Let's Go Crazy, Take Me With U, and Darling Nikki off of Prince's Purple Rain album.
Carpe Diem Soulgoddess Challenge..
A New Day Dawning..
Author: QuietStormF
A New Day Dawning
My heart did flipflops in the predawn light
Filled with such a sense of calm
I knew not from whence it came
Sunlight danced majestically upon the placid lake
Stirring in me feelings I had long ago buried
Neath the rubble in my mind
As I sat transfixed, slowly sipping coffee from a steaming mug
I lazily drank in the sounds of a new day dawning
Slowly awakening from it's twilight slumber
I could not move , did not want to move
From this new place where I was bathed in such serenity
Had it really been here all the while?
As I pondered this thought, I heard a rustling in the wind
Calling to me , heeding me to seize this day
For it will never come again .
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Author: QuietStormF
A New Day Dawning
My heart did flipflops in the predawn light
Filled with such a sense of calm
I knew not from whence it came
Sunlight danced majestically upon the placid lake
Stirring in me feelings I had long ago buried
Neath the rubble in my mind
As I sat transfixed, slowly sipping coffee from a steaming mug
I lazily drank in the sounds of a new day dawning
Slowly awakening from it's twilight slumber
I could not move , did not want to move
From this new place where I was bathed in such serenity
Had it really been here all the while?
As I pondered this thought, I heard a rustling in the wind
Calling to me , heeding me to seize this day
For it will never come again .
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
Wh en I saw this challenge.. I tried but could not come up with one better than the one I have written before...
HIPPIES ARE FOREVER
I KNOW THAT GONE ARE THE DAYS WHEN HIPPIES RULED; BUT THERE ARE STILL PLACES LIKE SAN FRANCISCO AND NEW YORK; WHERE HIPPIES STILL RULE WITH AN IRON FORK! THEIR DRESSUPS ARE WONDERFUL; AND THE THOUGHT OF FREE LOVE, IS UNEQUIVICAL! WE NEED TO BRING THE ERA BACK IF WE ARE TO BRING TRUE LOVE TO ITS GREATEST HEIGHTS! THE LORD HAS LONG HAIR;BUT I NEED NOT GO THERE! HIPPIES ARE FOREVER ACCORDING TO MY AMAZING INSIGHTS!
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
I WANT THAT ERA TO ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED!
THE PICTURE...!
I was up in western Queensland
Just the other day
Stopped awhile for coffee
In an outback town Cafe
I was sitting contemplating
On the things that one does see
When a Codger introduced himself
Said his name was Mattie B.
I sat there for a moment
At him I quietly stared
I didn't see him come in
He just suddenly appeared
When he spoke it seemed I knew him
Like we'd been friends for many years
Then he asked if he could join me
So I pushed him out a chair
He was jovial this old Codger
With eyes that twinkled blue
A smile that seemed so permanent
When he spoke with you
His face showed signs of knowledge
Many things he'd learnt in life
I asked if he was married
Shook his head and said "no wife"
Said he worked not far away
Some miles up the track
Said he drove a big machine
He said it was a CAT.
So I ventured out to see it
I followed where he went
The road was black and dusty
So I closed the open vent
Then at last we stopped there
Beside the big Machine
'Bloody big' I told myself
Well you know what I mean
He helped me climb up on the track
Then upstairs to the door
I opened it and stepped inside
And this is what I saw
The cab was clean and tidy
A neat and comfy space
Every thing in order
Nothing out of place
Then it was I saw it
In the corner of the screen
A picture of a lady
The fairest that I've seen
Her hair was blond....looked silky
Soft brown eyes that stared
Straight into these orbs of mine
Her lips looked soft and red
Her gaze it held a question
Or so it seemed to me
Funny I should think like that
Cos' so did Mattie B.
He said he liked to have it there
T'was someone...he didn't say
He stared into the distance
Like his thoughts were far away
Then slowly we climbed down again
I stood and looked around
I saw where he'd been working
The seeded new ploughed ground
Then it was time to move along
Me to the road ahead
Mattie climbed into the cab
He smiled and shook his head
I climbed into my 4WD
Amid a mighty roar
Mattie waved a cheery wave
And shut the D9 door
So now I'm on the blacktop
My mind seems in the past
The sojourn in the coffee shop
My thoughts forever last
Things that I remember
The picture that I'd seen
Of a blond haired brown eyed lady
In the yellow CAT Machine,
M.B.Poems...2012...
Just the other day
Stopped awhile for coffee
In an outback town Cafe
I was sitting contemplating
On the things that one does see
When a Codger introduced himself
Said his name was Mattie B.
I sat there for a moment
At him I quietly stared
I didn't see him come in
He just suddenly appeared
When he spoke it seemed I knew him
Like we'd been friends for many years
Then he asked if he could join me
So I pushed him out a chair
He was jovial this old Codger
With eyes that twinkled blue
A smile that seemed so permanent
When he spoke with you
His face showed signs of knowledge
Many things he'd learnt in life
I asked if he was married
Shook his head and said "no wife"
Said he worked not far away
Some miles up the track
Said he drove a big machine
He said it was a CAT.
So I ventured out to see it
I followed where he went
The road was black and dusty
So I closed the open vent
Then at last we stopped there
Beside the big Machine
'Bloody big' I told myself
Well you know what I mean
He helped me climb up on the track
Then upstairs to the door
I opened it and stepped inside
And this is what I saw
The cab was clean and tidy
A neat and comfy space
Every thing in order
Nothing out of place
Then it was I saw it
In the corner of the screen
A picture of a lady
The fairest that I've seen
Her hair was blond....looked silky
Soft brown eyes that stared
Straight into these orbs of mine
Her lips looked soft and red
Her gaze it held a question
Or so it seemed to me
Funny I should think like that
Cos' so did Mattie B.
He said he liked to have it there
T'was someone...he didn't say
He stared into the distance
Like his thoughts were far away
Then slowly we climbed down again
I stood and looked around
I saw where he'd been working
The seeded new ploughed ground
Then it was time to move along
Me to the road ahead
Mattie climbed into the cab
He smiled and shook his head
I climbed into my 4WD
Amid a mighty roar
Mattie waved a cheery wave
And shut the D9 door
So now I'm on the blacktop
My mind seems in the past
The sojourn in the coffee shop
My thoughts forever last
Things that I remember
The picture that I'd seen
Of a blond haired brown eyed lady
In the yellow CAT Machine,
M.B.Poems...2012...
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
I was inspired to write this poem about myself thro' another's eyes so to speak from a video clip taken on the job...seemed to come out Ok....You tell me..!!!
Jamie Allan
Jamie Allan
© D Heckels
Play your pipes Jamie Allen
hey em dancin ti ya tune
wi gypsy wine tha fallin roond
play your pipes Jamie Allen like ya dad
Take Geordies shilling Jamie Allen
sign on here ti de some killing
or run like hell if you're not willing
will you be red and or yellow Jamie Lad?
Run on wild Jamie Allen
run em ragged take their hand
take their bodies take their land
run on wild, run em ragged, run em mad
Ride on by Jamie Allen
on that Gatesheed steed ya hasting
up ti jethart they wo chasing
ride on looking for the dreams you niva had
Rest in peace Jamie Allen
give it up doon there in Durham
and you'll be sure to git ya pardon
but play your pipes play forever Jamie lad
© D Heckels
Play your pipes Jamie Allen
hey em dancin ti ya tune
wi gypsy wine tha fallin roond
play your pipes Jamie Allen like ya dad
Take Geordies shilling Jamie Allen
sign on here ti de some killing
or run like hell if you're not willing
will you be red and or yellow Jamie Lad?
Run on wild Jamie Allen
run em ragged take their hand
take their bodies take their land
run on wild, run em ragged, run em mad
Ride on by Jamie Allen
on that Gatesheed steed ya hasting
up ti jethart they wo chasing
ride on looking for the dreams you niva had
Rest in peace Jamie Allen
give it up doon there in Durham
and you'll be sure to git ya pardon
but play your pipes play forever Jamie lad
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
FootnoteJamie Allan - famed piper, gypsy, serial army enlister and deserter, horse thief, and jailbird.
(Jamie Allan was a Northumbrian piper, a border gypsy, born 1734 in Rothbury and who died in the Durham Lock Up in 1810 where he was serving a life sentence for stealing a horse from Gateshead seven years earlier. During his lifetime he became a legendary rogue, but one of immense talent as a musician, often patronised by the aristocracy who, however, became wary of him when his wayward behavior began to match their own. As he grew older his attraction to them diminished and his struggle to survive intensified along with the other gypsies who were regarded as rogues and scum and treated as such. He retained a few loyal supporters, mostly on the North side of the Tyne, who tried to get him released, but they failed and he died confined miserable in Durham.
For some he represents the spirit of the borders and he retains the affection and admiration of most musicians carrying on the tradition. This song is written as a celebration and salute to Jamie Allan, warts an’ all.)
Oliver Twist
The Artful Dodger met Oliver Twist
"I'll be your friend,if you really insist, now come with me and we will see a great old man, who's names is Fagan"
Dodger took him to Fagans lair, a tall skinny man with long unkempt hair.
"Meet Oliver Fagan, he's hungry inside"
Fagan turned around, and with his eyes did spy
"So Oliver me boy, do you want to live here"
"Yes please sir" Oliver said and gave out a cheer
"Good boy" said Fagan "you've nothing to fear, lets play a game, so come over here"
Dodger and his mates filled Fagans coat, with jewels,and silk scarves, Fagan did gloat.
"Show him boys" he said, and they all danced with glee, who removed the gifts, as easily as can be.
"So you see my boy it's only a game, but don't get caught, or we'll be in the frame"
Knock knock at the door it was Nancy who came, a good looking girl, so slender a dame.
"Open up Fagan its me Bill Sykes" a huge big man, with a dog by his leg "Bullseye sit down" it dared not beg.
"Come hear boy" he said to Oliver Twist, and held firm to Olivers wrist.
"Tonight my son, you are with me, but beware my boy do not cross me"
That night Oliver and Bill went to a house "get in their boy, and be quite like a mouse" Oliver went in and picked up some swag, and gave it to Bill, who put it in a bag. "Good boy" he said "now lets get you home"
Next day Oliver went out with Dodger and the boys, who tricked a gent, by making some noise, and stole some money, which they thought was funny, But quick was the man, who looked at them all, and grabbed Oliver, who was now caught, who was taken to court, but the man took pity, what a shame poor boy alone in this city. He took him home, and looked after him, as Oliver Twist was his next of kin.
"I'll be your friend,if you really insist, now come with me and we will see a great old man, who's names is Fagan"
Dodger took him to Fagans lair, a tall skinny man with long unkempt hair.
"Meet Oliver Fagan, he's hungry inside"
Fagan turned around, and with his eyes did spy
"So Oliver me boy, do you want to live here"
"Yes please sir" Oliver said and gave out a cheer
"Good boy" said Fagan "you've nothing to fear, lets play a game, so come over here"
Dodger and his mates filled Fagans coat, with jewels,and silk scarves, Fagan did gloat.
"Show him boys" he said, and they all danced with glee, who removed the gifts, as easily as can be.
"So you see my boy it's only a game, but don't get caught, or we'll be in the frame"
Knock knock at the door it was Nancy who came, a good looking girl, so slender a dame.
"Open up Fagan its me Bill Sykes" a huge big man, with a dog by his leg "Bullseye sit down" it dared not beg.
"Come hear boy" he said to Oliver Twist, and held firm to Olivers wrist.
"Tonight my son, you are with me, but beware my boy do not cross me"
That night Oliver and Bill went to a house "get in their boy, and be quite like a mouse" Oliver went in and picked up some swag, and gave it to Bill, who put it in a bag. "Good boy" he said "now lets get you home"
Next day Oliver went out with Dodger and the boys, who tricked a gent, by making some noise, and stole some money, which they thought was funny, But quick was the man, who looked at them all, and grabbed Oliver, who was now caught, who was taken to court, but the man took pity, what a shame poor boy alone in this city. He took him home, and looked after him, as Oliver Twist was his next of kin.
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
One of my favorite Dickens charactures
online today!Restless Wind
A warm summer night for a little sail
Watching golden sunsets awash in red
A lonely gull lights on the starboard rail
With gentle curiosity wings still spread
Whitecaps rolling a wake rippled with foam
Steady while our bow cuts across the waves
Tacking now we turn abreast pressing home
One final reach let's hope the wind behaves
My father's hand holds steady the tiller
I watch smoke rising off his Billiard pipe
Coming into the wind was a thriller
Grabbing the mooring line on the first swipe
Now many of a'summers come and gone
Many restless winds to keep an eye on
Watching golden sunsets awash in red
A lonely gull lights on the starboard rail
With gentle curiosity wings still spread
Whitecaps rolling a wake rippled with foam
Steady while our bow cuts across the waves
Tacking now we turn abreast pressing home
One final reach let's hope the wind behaves
My father's hand holds steady the tiller
I watch smoke rising off his Billiard pipe
Coming into the wind was a thriller
Grabbing the mooring line on the first swipe
Now many of a'summers come and gone
Many restless winds to keep an eye on
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
Reflections on happier times sailing with my dad...online today!Hippy Boy
My world rocks because it rolls down the road
Just an old Chevy pick-up passing an Olds up-a-hill
Feel the breeze if you can and let your long hair fly
I’m nothin’ but a hippy boy and I have no idea why
So some only care about the rules and the law
I only care about my Momma I don't know why
Born on a mountain top in northern Appalachia
What do I care about what’s a facing y'all?
Just an old Chevy pick-up passing an Olds up-a-hill
Feel the breeze if you can and let your long hair fly
I’m nothin’ but a hippy boy and I have no idea why
So some only care about the rules and the law
I only care about my Momma I don't know why
Born on a mountain top in northern Appalachia
What do I care about what’s a facing y'all?
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Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
Just saying what a country boy is....inspired by Odette's Gypsy Soul.....thanks
SOMEONE SPECIAL
We need someone special to teach us survive,
The art of compassion, endurance and strife,
With kindness of heart and forgiveness in eyes,
We need someone special, could you be the one?
We need someone special right here by our side,
In life’s troubled waters there’s nowhere to hide,
This path is unbroken, this sky’s overcast,
This moon looks so dismal, sun’s not on our side.
We need someone special, seems not much to ask,
I guess there are many who play seek and find,
I guess there are legions of people like us
Just hosts of nice people so lonely at heart.
We need someone special, could you be the one?
Cast off all such doubts as distance and clime,
What if it’ll be better if love’s our guide?!
What matters in real is life – yours and mine.
The art of compassion, endurance and strife,
With kindness of heart and forgiveness in eyes,
We need someone special, could you be the one?
We need someone special right here by our side,
In life’s troubled waters there’s nowhere to hide,
This path is unbroken, this sky’s overcast,
This moon looks so dismal, sun’s not on our side.
We need someone special, seems not much to ask,
I guess there are many who play seek and find,
I guess there are legions of people like us
Just hosts of nice people so lonely at heart.
We need someone special, could you be the one?
Cast off all such doubts as distance and clime,
What if it’ll be better if love’s our guide?!
What matters in real is life – yours and mine.
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
My kind friend's message set me thinking about how long this seek and find can last. Call it a dead end, stalemate, what not, with no way out, and all roads to wherever we aspire blocked as if by the evil magician.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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