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Rain on a Sunday Morning
The rain
on a Sunday morning
remind me of the times
we spent together
in bed while the rain falls
steadily beating its own music
We were in our own world
We lazed around quietly
laughing
touching
kissing
kisses sweet
nectar of the soul
passionate
learning that oh so right spot
to touch and
caress
As you whisper
Sweet nothings of love
The touch of your fingers
Softly
Writing your name dreamily
across my bare back
branding me yours
entices my captured breath
to escape
I breathe your name
you reach my thighs
then you tenderly
take me to new heights
Oh how I wish it wouldn't rain
on a Sunday morning
remind me of the times
we spent together
in bed while the rain falls
steadily beating its own music
We were in our own world
We lazed around quietly
laughing
touching
kissing
kisses sweet
nectar of the soul
passionate
learning that oh so right spot
to touch and
caress
As you whisper
Sweet nothings of love
The touch of your fingers
Softly
Writing your name dreamily
across my bare back
branding me yours
entices my captured breath
to escape
I breathe your name
you reach my thighs
then you tenderly
take me to new heights
Oh how I wish it wouldn't rain
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
It is raining here and I am being very lazy and haven't gotten out of bed yet!!!
SWEET HOME IRELAND
A place where I have never been,
ancient stone castles stand
and cattle roam the rolling hills
of this blessed fertile land.
She’s ever present in my dreams,
the beckoning voice I hear,
that whispers though the pounding surf
though a heartbeat in my ear.
I only know this restlessness
would ne’er again haunt me,
could I stand upon the high cliffs
which face the Celtic Sea.
I know I’d weep just once to see
the lakes of Killarney gleam;
to delight in Erin’s wonders
and her forty shades of green.
The ravages of bygone wars -
such tales have long remained.
People of spirit, pride and grace,
healed a land usurped and strained.
If dreams are all I’m meant to have
then content I’ll have to be,
knowing somewhere in the past,
Ireland was the breath of me.
ancient stone castles stand
and cattle roam the rolling hills
of this blessed fertile land.
She’s ever present in my dreams,
the beckoning voice I hear,
that whispers though the pounding surf
though a heartbeat in my ear.
I only know this restlessness
would ne’er again haunt me,
could I stand upon the high cliffs
which face the Celtic Sea.
I know I’d weep just once to see
the lakes of Killarney gleam;
to delight in Erin’s wonders
and her forty shades of green.
The ravages of bygone wars -
such tales have long remained.
People of spirit, pride and grace,
healed a land usurped and strained.
If dreams are all I’m meant to have
then content I’ll have to be,
knowing somewhere in the past,
Ireland was the breath of me.
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
After 35 years of longing for Ireland, I went there in 2006 and spent 10 glorious days. I was overjoyed when that plane landed and when it came time to leave, I felt my heart had been torn out. The connection I feel is very strong. I got to see the Lakes of Killarney gleam, and every delight Ireland has to offer. I would go again in a heartbeat. Blessings!~
cold night`s hot day thanks mighty sun
darkness beyond herizon made of hills and trees,
frosty old boy striking hard with his wand of ice,
a whiteness covers the floor with attempt to destroy mother nature,
daylight comes with drops of dew upon the leaves dripping down,
dews hit the ground as sleeping dogs open eyes to see all in sight,
finally the suns ray arises as it comes above the earth,
by one o`clock its setttled in and finally the jumpers of ,
work has finally started as the body has now warmed up thanks to,
thanks to the mighty sun
frosty old boy striking hard with his wand of ice,
a whiteness covers the floor with attempt to destroy mother nature,
daylight comes with drops of dew upon the leaves dripping down,
dews hit the ground as sleeping dogs open eyes to see all in sight,
finally the suns ray arises as it comes above the earth,
by one o`clock its setttled in and finally the jumpers of ,
work has finally started as the body has now warmed up thanks to,
thanks to the mighty sun
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
i enjoyed todays work out in the sun from the cold cold night
Midnight
its not one thing
nor yet another
it is what it is
both the start
but also the end
when that hand hits
and the chimes begin
marking a new day
yet signifying the end
of the one gone by
other times may mean
different things
to different folks
time to go to work
time for play
time for dinner
the magic hour
midnight's hour
is all in one
nor yet another
it is what it is
both the start
but also the end
when that hand hits
and the chimes begin
marking a new day
yet signifying the end
of the one gone by
other times may mean
different things
to different folks
time to go to work
time for play
time for dinner
the magic hour
midnight's hour
is all in one
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
time waits for no oneThen and Now
Let's think of things gone by
times that have moved on
all the inventions come to pass
many moons ago one rose with the sun
and went to bed hard day's work done
with the setting of the sun
few luxuries there were to be had
no glass in the windows to keep you dry
the cold seeping in chilling you to the bone
a straw pallet on the floor for your bed
with only a harsh home spun blanket no sheets
a cup of herb tea and if lucky a slice of bread
veggie soup for dinner maybe some rabbit in it
thus was life for our fore fathers and mothers
hard toil dawn to dusk tax man to pay or else out
to sleep in hedgerows or warm barn if lucky
today we sit in warm houses food on most tables
but I ask myself who were the lucky ones?
was it them or is it us
as the more we have the more we want
times that have moved on
all the inventions come to pass
many moons ago one rose with the sun
and went to bed hard day's work done
with the setting of the sun
few luxuries there were to be had
no glass in the windows to keep you dry
the cold seeping in chilling you to the bone
a straw pallet on the floor for your bed
with only a harsh home spun blanket no sheets
a cup of herb tea and if lucky a slice of bread
veggie soup for dinner maybe some rabbit in it
thus was life for our fore fathers and mothers
hard toil dawn to dusk tax man to pay or else out
to sleep in hedgerows or warm barn if lucky
today we sit in warm houses food on most tables
but I ask myself who were the lucky ones?
was it them or is it us
as the more we have the more we want
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
thoughts of yoreLong distance lovers
"In the garden you are the most beautiful flower"
Those words he wrote still have great power
The poems he always wrote from the heart
I sometimes wonder how are we apart
Reminiscing on our love
So young, powerful and true
I sometimes think of you now
As my one true love
The passion we shared was strong
While the moments together were rare
Because we were young and
long distance lovers
Those words he wrote still have great power
The poems he always wrote from the heart
I sometimes wonder how are we apart
Reminiscing on our love
So young, powerful and true
I sometimes think of you now
As my one true love
The passion we shared was strong
While the moments together were rare
Because we were young and
long distance lovers
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
Just reminiscing about an old loveTen Years Down the Line
The saddest of all days
is when a friend leaves
you know they have to
that its time for them
to spread their wing
and try things anew
you know for a while
they will keep in touch
but as the months pass
so does the contact lessen
its not meant that way
just life moving on
new things to do and see
new friends to share
the silly things with
leaving you thinking
ten years down the line
whatever happened
we were such friends
is when a friend leaves
you know they have to
that its time for them
to spread their wing
and try things anew
you know for a while
they will keep in touch
but as the months pass
so does the contact lessen
its not meant that way
just life moving on
new things to do and see
new friends to share
the silly things with
leaving you thinking
ten years down the line
whatever happened
we were such friends
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
to friends every where
Chicago Is My Kind Of Town
You have the buildings
You have the sights
Like Sears Towers now called Willis Tower
108 stories and 1,451 feet tall
You color your Chicago River Green for St. Patrick's Day
You have two baseball teams
The Cubs and the White Sox
You have the Bulls for basketball
You have the Blackhawks for hockey
You have the Bears for footballs
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of town Chicago is
People who smile at you
My kind of people too
Each time I roam Chicago is
Calling me home
Visit the parks
Chicago has over 500 of them
Visit the beach
It's on Lake Michigan
If you've got money to burn
Walk the shops of the Magnificent Mile
If you're short on cash and need something free to do
Visit the Lincoln Park Zoo
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of people too
People who smile at you
Each time I roam Chicago is
Calling me home
You have the sights
Like Sears Towers now called Willis Tower
108 stories and 1,451 feet tall
You color your Chicago River Green for St. Patrick's Day
You have two baseball teams
The Cubs and the White Sox
You have the Bulls for basketball
You have the Blackhawks for hockey
You have the Bears for footballs
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of town Chicago is
People who smile at you
My kind of people too
Each time I roam Chicago is
Calling me home
Visit the parks
Chicago has over 500 of them
Visit the beach
It's on Lake Michigan
If you've got money to burn
Walk the shops of the Magnificent Mile
If you're short on cash and need something free to do
Visit the Lincoln Park Zoo
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of people too
People who smile at you
Each time I roam Chicago is
Calling me home
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
This is a parody of Frank Sinatra's My Kind Of Town. Went to Chicago with a friend this last Tuesday. We couldn't get out and walk around because his friend was out of town and he couldn't afford to park his car so we just drove around Chicago for four hours sightseeing.Misspent Youth
lets reminisce of days gone by
of misspent youth
wild years of drugs and booze
hippy loving days
the wondrous smell within
hits as in you go
hey you there don't hog it
pass it this way
smoke clouds flood the room
as you puff
hubbly bubbly goes the bong
boneless you drift
hearing every note sharp and clear
as it washes over you
Shipley Woods, where Ernie
swore the trees were walking
talking, grabbing out for him
bad trip on that purple heart
ah those were the times
all so grand
of that misspent youth of mine
happy days
of misspent youth
wild years of drugs and booze
hippy loving days
the wondrous smell within
hits as in you go
hey you there don't hog it
pass it this way
smoke clouds flood the room
as you puff
hubbly bubbly goes the bong
boneless you drift
hearing every note sharp and clear
as it washes over you
Shipley Woods, where Ernie
swore the trees were walking
talking, grabbing out for him
bad trip on that purple heart
ah those were the times
all so grand
of that misspent youth of mine
happy days
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
just because
My Lost “Houdini”
I have found you
As you found me
After so much searching
You was in that space
They call “Cyber”
And we spoke
By way of written words
So soft and gentle
And a bond was built
So quickly
That I could not understand
Where you had been hiding
For all of my past
Once again the sun shone
And the clouds of loneliness
Lifting before me
Made my sky “Oh so blue”
And my “Cyberspace”
Was now a world away
From the millions of others
Who sought their solace
In this cold
And unpredictable
Non- reality
And then you were gone
Without a parting word
Pulling that famous trick
Of “disappearing”
Before my very eyes
And the greatest
Show on earth
Would continue its journey
And I called you
My lost “Houdini”
As you found me
After so much searching
You was in that space
They call “Cyber”
And we spoke
By way of written words
So soft and gentle
And a bond was built
So quickly
That I could not understand
Where you had been hiding
For all of my past
Once again the sun shone
And the clouds of loneliness
Lifting before me
Made my sky “Oh so blue”
And my “Cyberspace”
Was now a world away
From the millions of others
Who sought their solace
In this cold
And unpredictable
Non- reality
And then you were gone
Without a parting word
Pulling that famous trick
Of “disappearing”
Before my very eyes
And the greatest
Show on earth
Would continue its journey
And I called you
My lost “Houdini”
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
Ever noticed how often a few polite emails and then they are gone, lost forever as if they never existed. What a strange world this "Cyber" world is at times. So I suppose "Houdini" is a good title for one who disappears without trace. Maybe some dont know of "Houdini" but he was the most famous escapologist ever known.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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