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To behold
I oft times stop and lose away
In time and space
To yesterday...
Of when a little lass sat and dreamed
Of A grown up world and being twenty
A most magical age to be
The age for love young and free...
An age to be who she wanted to be
The little lass that played grocery store
She sat and eyed the boys next door
She wondered which of them would come
And ask to be her 'trothed, her love, her husband
She played at school, and teaching class, She sailed all over
Her atlas
Dress up games and made up names
Imaginary friends and doll's house tea
I look and see...
Today this lass is all grown, with
Two lads and a lass of her own
The story's still being told
Hopefully with her love
She'll get to grow old.
In time and space
To yesterday...
Of when a little lass sat and dreamed
Of A grown up world and being twenty
A most magical age to be
The age for love young and free...
An age to be who she wanted to be
The little lass that played grocery store
She sat and eyed the boys next door
She wondered which of them would come
And ask to be her 'trothed, her love, her husband
She played at school, and teaching class, She sailed all over
Her atlas
Dress up games and made up names
Imaginary friends and doll's house tea
I look and see...
Today this lass is all grown, with
Two lads and a lass of her own
The story's still being told
Hopefully with her love
She'll get to grow old.
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
waiting to exhale I think....Childhood
Childhood
Playing in a pile of rustic colored leaves
Breezes blowing them up high in the air
Do you want to come play with me?
Building sand castles upon the ocean’s sandy shore
Watching waves wash them all away
Wading in water up to ones knees
Stop water splashing at me please!
Swimming out to a resting floating raft
Later taking a ride, rowing in a tiny boat
Fishing from the ocean shores
Listening to sounds of the mighty ocean’s roars
Hiking down a trail in the deep quiet woods
There goes a scared-up running deer
See the white flash of her high up raised white under tail
Listen to nature’s animal warnings, telling
that we are there
Barking and chatting of squirrels, the squawking of two blue jays back and forth
Listen can’t you hear the caw, caw of that black feathered sentry, that lonely crow
He‘s letting all the world to know that we are here
The explosion of a rising grouse from it’s hide-away, hidden deep within the forest’s brush
A duck flapping wings, on a rise from it’s placid pond
A chipmunk chattering upon an old forgotten stone wall in the woods
A human is here, all woodland creatures watch out,beware!
It’s time to go and seesaw in the park
Play on the children’s swings until it’s dark
Oh, Now I have to go home, eat, do my homework and go to bed
Tomorrow I will go to school, can’t wait
Oh! To be a child again to go out in the school yard to play!
(Wanting to be a child again!)
Poet
JimEee
Playing in a pile of rustic colored leaves
Breezes blowing them up high in the air
Do you want to come play with me?
Building sand castles upon the ocean’s sandy shore
Watching waves wash them all away
Wading in water up to ones knees
Stop water splashing at me please!
Swimming out to a resting floating raft
Later taking a ride, rowing in a tiny boat
Fishing from the ocean shores
Listening to sounds of the mighty ocean’s roars
Hiking down a trail in the deep quiet woods
There goes a scared-up running deer
See the white flash of her high up raised white under tail
Listen to nature’s animal warnings, telling
that we are there
Barking and chatting of squirrels, the squawking of two blue jays back and forth
Listen can’t you hear the caw, caw of that black feathered sentry, that lonely crow
He‘s letting all the world to know that we are here
The explosion of a rising grouse from it’s hide-away, hidden deep within the forest’s brush
A duck flapping wings, on a rise from it’s placid pond
A chipmunk chattering upon an old forgotten stone wall in the woods
A human is here, all woodland creatures watch out,beware!
It’s time to go and seesaw in the park
Play on the children’s swings until it’s dark
Oh, Now I have to go home, eat, do my homework and go to bed
Tomorrow I will go to school, can’t wait
Oh! To be a child again to go out in the school yard to play!
(Wanting to be a child again!)
Poet
JimEee
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
Once we were all children!
Where did they go?
Ted
Where did you go?
The last time I saw you
You wacked me in the head with my golf club
I should have stood farther back
Kevin
Where did you go?
I used to come over and listen to you play your piano
You had a train and race car track
Your dog ruined my face
Why didn't you keep it away from me?
Russell
Where did you go?
You used to go to Taco John's with me
We played lots of games in your basement
You loved to play the drums
Matt
Where did you go?
We used to hang out for hours
We would go sledding, play video games and pool
You moved away after you became blind from diabetes
You left me your Nintendo DS
I play it every day
I really miss you guys
I really do
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
The last time I saw you
You wacked me in the head with my golf club
I should have stood farther back
Kevin
Where did you go?
I used to come over and listen to you play your piano
You had a train and race car track
Your dog ruined my face
Why didn't you keep it away from me?
Russell
Where did you go?
You used to go to Taco John's with me
We played lots of games in your basement
You loved to play the drums
Matt
Where did you go?
We used to hang out for hours
We would go sledding, play video games and pool
You moved away after you became blind from diabetes
You left me your Nintendo DS
I play it every day
I really miss you guys
I really do
Where did you go?
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
Feeling lonely for some of my lost friends over the years. It seems the good ones go away and the bad people stay. I wish it were not that way.
He.
He sits in comfort of the wide window,
Trees, traffic, people, buisiness.
A driver he,
On this journey,
He sits back in the reclining seat.
Wanting to read his news paper,
But the distraction of views wins his favour.
White hair, fresh mind,
Thinking!.
Thinking of her thats waiting.
Waiting at the other end.
She that makes him ,
The very blue eyed soul he is.
And I,
The observer,
Of his bus journey.
For Andy.
25/8/13.
Trees, traffic, people, buisiness.
A driver he,
On this journey,
He sits back in the reclining seat.
Wanting to read his news paper,
But the distraction of views wins his favour.
White hair, fresh mind,
Thinking!.
Thinking of her thats waiting.
Waiting at the other end.
She that makes him ,
The very blue eyed soul he is.
And I,
The observer,
Of his bus journey.
For Andy.
25/8/13.
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
A chat with a stranger on a bus journey.
"Behind"
As the seasons of this life change
My story continues to be written on page by page.
Been there and came back again.
Don’t know when it will end.
But when its time.
I’ll smile and leave everything behind.
My story continues to be written on page by page.
Been there and came back again.
Don’t know when it will end.
But when its time.
I’ll smile and leave everything behind.
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Posted: Sep 2013
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Linda Paloma
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Beautiful dove
perhaps it is
your midnight hair
shadow eyes
the song of your voice
that draws me to you
like a river to the sea...
What do you dream
in your dreams?
I dream to know
of your desires that sleep
within your deep well...
Impaled in my chest
a thorn of passion for you
I would pluck it out
but my heart would go numb...
In my endless sky
there is a space for you
you the gypsy moon
a moon for my eyes to linger
I dream to see
moonlight trickle down
caressing the curves of your body...
Tonight mi cielo
I seek your moonlight face
the soft tender touch
of your flower bud hands
I thirst to drink
from your nectar voice
and gently kiss
your rose red lips...
I will savor
the fragrant breeze
coming from the dark forest
of your silken hair
and climb the two mountains
that are your breasts...
Two breasts
two conquerors
that battle for control
of the sphere of your bosom...
My Spanish dove
you need not
utter a word
we are lovers
I the sun
you the lunar
we are alone
one the other
so naked
wrapping ourselves
in the unsayable...
Beautiful dove
perhaps it is
your midnight hair
shadow eyes
the song of your voice
that draws me to you
like a river to the sea...
What do you dream
in your dreams?
I dream to know
of your desires that sleep
within your deep well...
Impaled in my chest
a thorn of passion for you
I would pluck it out
but my heart would go numb...
In my endless sky
there is a space for you
you the gypsy moon
a moon for my eyes to linger
I dream to see
moonlight trickle down
caressing the curves of your body...
Tonight mi cielo
I seek your moonlight face
the soft tender touch
of your flower bud hands
I thirst to drink
from your nectar voice
and gently kiss
your rose red lips...
I will savor
the fragrant breeze
coming from the dark forest
of your silken hair
and climb the two mountains
that are your breasts...
Two breasts
two conquerors
that battle for control
of the sphere of your bosom...
My Spanish dove
you need not
utter a word
we are lovers
I the sun
you the lunar
we are alone
one the other
so naked
wrapping ourselves
in the unsayable...
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
A most lovely Mexican-American lady....A simple Life!
A simple life!
Born to the country life and small towns, before the event of cars
A family knit together, where all helped one another to survive and to share life’s up’s & downs
Where babies born were greeted into the family
and loved by one and all
The doctor delivered babies in the homes and watched them grow from teenagers to adults
Where aged grandparents were revered and respected
For don’t we all grow old
Daily bread was shared in good and bad times
Where riches of the heart and mind were more valuable then riches of the purse
Work clothes more prevalent than Sunday clothes
Country dances were the highlight of the times
A wedding was the occasion of a neighborhood feast and dance
A young couples laughter and life’s tragedies were a part of the simple life of growing up
The country store and neighbors congregating with the gossip of the day
A tender kiss and gentle hearts that wife’s and husband’s shared
All of this was part of the simple life!
Free Verse
By
JimEee
Born to the country life and small towns, before the event of cars
A family knit together, where all helped one another to survive and to share life’s up’s & downs
Where babies born were greeted into the family
and loved by one and all
The doctor delivered babies in the homes and watched them grow from teenagers to adults
Where aged grandparents were revered and respected
For don’t we all grow old
Daily bread was shared in good and bad times
Where riches of the heart and mind were more valuable then riches of the purse
Work clothes more prevalent than Sunday clothes
Country dances were the highlight of the times
A wedding was the occasion of a neighborhood feast and dance
A young couples laughter and life’s tragedies were a part of the simple life of growing up
The country store and neighbors congregating with the gossip of the day
A tender kiss and gentle hearts that wife’s and husband’s shared
All of this was part of the simple life!
Free Verse
By
JimEee
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
Free verse
This Old House
The old house had seen better days
Times when all the rooms were full
laughter traveling through the air
times of glee, pranks and joyfulness
Now it looks so sad and in need of repair
sagging porch, cracked window panes
the paint peeling, all drab and bare
missing tiles letting in the elements
The man stood looking and pondering
caught up in the memories of long ago
taking out his phone, he calls for help
a reprieve for this old house he gives
Soon the builders start sorting things out
first a brand new roof of gleaming tiles
the porch rebuilt and all gets a new coat
once again the old house returns to life
Times when all the rooms were full
laughter traveling through the air
times of glee, pranks and joyfulness
Now it looks so sad and in need of repair
sagging porch, cracked window panes
the paint peeling, all drab and bare
missing tiles letting in the elements
The man stood looking and pondering
caught up in the memories of long ago
taking out his phone, he calls for help
a reprieve for this old house he gives
Soon the builders start sorting things out
first a brand new roof of gleaming tiles
the porch rebuilt and all gets a new coat
once again the old house returns to life
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Posted: Aug 2013
Post CommentThinking Of You....
Sitting here I am lonely,
Thinking of you.
I wish you were here,
Beside me,
By the fire....
I'd really love,
Your arms around me.
But distance,
Makes my heart desire....
Then,
I call your name.
Staring into,
The candle flame,
I see your face....
For sitting beside me,
Is your true and only place.
I wonder what you're doing now,
Thinking of you,
Thinking of me.
I smile.
In my mind's eye,
T'is us.
Together,
I see....
My heart
Calls your name.
The day will come,
When we two,
Will,
Make true love....
I looking into your eyes,
Touching your face.
By candle light,
Fire glowing,
Desrie high....
,
T'is then my love,
Into your ear,
I shall whisper,
How very much,
I truly.
Truly,
Love you....
30/1/2011....
Liza Mc Beth....
Thinking of you.
I wish you were here,
Beside me,
By the fire....
I'd really love,
Your arms around me.
But distance,
Makes my heart desire....
Then,
I call your name.
Staring into,
The candle flame,
I see your face....
For sitting beside me,
Is your true and only place.
I wonder what you're doing now,
Thinking of you,
Thinking of me.
I smile.
In my mind's eye,
T'is us.
Together,
I see....
My heart
Calls your name.
The day will come,
When we two,
Will,
Make true love....
I looking into your eyes,
Touching your face.
By candle light,
Fire glowing,
Desrie high....
,
T'is then my love,
Into your ear,
I shall whisper,
How very much,
I truly.
Truly,
Love you....
30/1/2011....
Liza Mc Beth....
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Posted: Mar 2013
Post CommentOpera Man
Man Goes To Moonio
Plants a Flagio
Says one small step for manio
Gas prices go upio
Carter is to blamio
Saturday Nightlivio
Disco dancingio
Reagan gets electio
Michael Jacksonio
Moonwalkingio
Space Shuttle blows upio
Clinton and Monicaio
Bush and Iraqio
Where is Osamaio?
Barack Obamio
Elected twiceio
2013io
Zimmerman is freeio
Operaman
Bye! Bye!
Plants a Flagio
Says one small step for manio
Gas prices go upio
Carter is to blamio
Saturday Nightlivio
Disco dancingio
Reagan gets electio
Michael Jacksonio
Moonwalkingio
Space Shuttle blows upio
Clinton and Monicaio
Bush and Iraqio
Where is Osamaio?
Barack Obamio
Elected twiceio
2013io
Zimmerman is freeio
Operaman
Bye! Bye!
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
Watched Adam Sandler and his old bit on SNL of Operaman. Wrote my own version for him for the time I've been alive since 1969.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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