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Wild flowers
What a beautiful spring day,
I just had to go out and play I stumbled upon a field of wild flowers.
Flowers bring much delight to me.No two flowers are alike
So many scents coming my way, they tickle and make my nose twitch all day
What a beautiful day I could stand in this field forever and a day
Their colors so brite I wonder if you can see them at night ?
The different shades of pink,purple and blue make me feel new
By the end of the day I wound up with a beautiful bouquet !
Those beautiful flowers made my day!
I just had to go out and play I stumbled upon a field of wild flowers.
Flowers bring much delight to me.No two flowers are alike
So many scents coming my way, they tickle and make my nose twitch all day
What a beautiful day I could stand in this field forever and a day
Their colors so brite I wonder if you can see them at night ?
The different shades of pink,purple and blue make me feel new
By the end of the day I wound up with a beautiful bouquet !
Those beautiful flowers made my day!
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Posted: Feb 2015
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My euology!
I used to be a writer; a little poetry by hand. A poet without the glitter; no audiance did i command. My messages were solely mine; a cummulation of my thoughts. Here and there little lines, and whatever comfort it brought. I was not the shakespear; i am who i am. These my writings, i shared, hoping if "one" would understand. Then my time was past; i wrote poems no more. Not even good poets last, muchless me, this simple bore. Yet you can make me great, reading my work through and through. Do so for this poet's sake; one who is infamous as you. Become a well known critic-: debate my work and its value. With comments from good to derelict; such helps my work shine-through. I am not the immortal; my body dead and gone. Make my work-:a living portal and byfaith a legend lives:- on!
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
This is life for us. one day you will see me no more!
forsaken
deep past the arrival of eve's night
long after the throng of the city's holiday paraders have gone
he is left far from the crowd, hopelessness his only companion
the avenues mostly still, mostly silent
the homeless panhandler remains in an alley
set against a structure where exhaust vents release warmth from below
he is posed for yet another long night's passing
the only place available to him where a freezing death may not find him
sleep may or may not come for him
half a bottle of wine might offer some comfort, for a short while anyway
as he sips his salvation, he journeys in mind
on a road traveled often, destination never to be found
where his future may lead him, he knows not
it seems that he has always merely tried to last into the following day
with a grimace he muses of tomorrow
when the sun rises next, it will be christmas day
not the best of days for him
truth be told, it could be only the worst
for he knows very well what this will mean
that his usual routine of finding nourishment will not exist
there will be no bakeries tossing out old bread
no eateries filling trash dumpsters with food deemed unfit for customers
only a mere fragment of passers-by from whom to solicit
but most folks crossing his path on this day will be just like him
with little to offer, not even a smile
snapping out from his speculation, he hunkers down upon the grate
trying to escape the bitter cold winds that seem to blow through him
he has found something to concentrate on
this is all that he has
so, we should all take this little tale to bed with us tonight
and recall it tomorrow as we enjoy our great feasts
in the warm comfort of home, with family and friends
for under the fate of circumstance
…every man could be a homeless man
long after the throng of the city's holiday paraders have gone
he is left far from the crowd, hopelessness his only companion
the avenues mostly still, mostly silent
the homeless panhandler remains in an alley
set against a structure where exhaust vents release warmth from below
he is posed for yet another long night's passing
the only place available to him where a freezing death may not find him
sleep may or may not come for him
half a bottle of wine might offer some comfort, for a short while anyway
as he sips his salvation, he journeys in mind
on a road traveled often, destination never to be found
where his future may lead him, he knows not
it seems that he has always merely tried to last into the following day
with a grimace he muses of tomorrow
when the sun rises next, it will be christmas day
not the best of days for him
truth be told, it could be only the worst
for he knows very well what this will mean
that his usual routine of finding nourishment will not exist
there will be no bakeries tossing out old bread
no eateries filling trash dumpsters with food deemed unfit for customers
only a mere fragment of passers-by from whom to solicit
but most folks crossing his path on this day will be just like him
with little to offer, not even a smile
snapping out from his speculation, he hunkers down upon the grate
trying to escape the bitter cold winds that seem to blow through him
he has found something to concentrate on
this is all that he has
so, we should all take this little tale to bed with us tonight
and recall it tomorrow as we enjoy our great feasts
in the warm comfort of home, with family and friends
for under the fate of circumstance
…every man could be a homeless man
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
happy christmas everyone...
Spring Time
The Spring brings things which the Winter witch stole...
Flowers soon bloom, bright colors unfold...
Trees resist breeze, and bring forth their fruit...
For your lovely lips to partake of...
The sounds of your heart are so doubly-sweet...
Natures heartbeat timed in constant repeat...
Recalling the days when you were so near...
Rhythmically wanting you here....
Flowers soon bloom, bright colors unfold...
Trees resist breeze, and bring forth their fruit...
For your lovely lips to partake of...
The sounds of your heart are so doubly-sweet...
Natures heartbeat timed in constant repeat...
Recalling the days when you were so near...
Rhythmically wanting you here....
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Posted: May 2014
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Poet's Corner Bash
Kickit rolled into town
Tyres hot and smoking
Pulled up next to Billiegirl's van
A Kombi with purple flowers
Jazzy was there pacing around
Busy writing some poetry
Happygolucky when she arrived
Off into the woods she ran
Last words heard 'one of these frogs'
There was Redex with brush in hand
Practising poetry for performance
Poetnumber1 in Porsche arrives
With lots of girls in tow
Inside the place was really jumping
Up stood elo to read new poem
This poem titled 'Frustrated'
He waved his hand, a hush fell
And then he spoke his poem
Frustrated
The crowd went wild for never before
Had they heard a poem so succinct
A poem of only one word
That was never heard of before
Next came Fellsman, a man, a legend
Who's poetry was so precise
The crowd so silent, mouths wide open
The words as sweet as honey
One after another up they came
There was niah and marikia
Followed by Odette and andrew
Agoodguy and cafetwo and Country Lady
Netman, boyshchrm and paloma
Thelmatalla up she stood
To read her 'I Love You CS Poets'
And even freepoetry made appearance
SunNieS gLinnTing bY StagELighT
One by one up they went
Then finally it finished
The crowd was hoarse and with aching hands
All worn out and tired
The day was done
Each read their work
Next year there'll be another
Tyres hot and smoking
Pulled up next to Billiegirl's van
A Kombi with purple flowers
Jazzy was there pacing around
Busy writing some poetry
Happygolucky when she arrived
Off into the woods she ran
Last words heard 'one of these frogs'
There was Redex with brush in hand
Practising poetry for performance
Poetnumber1 in Porsche arrives
With lots of girls in tow
Inside the place was really jumping
Up stood elo to read new poem
This poem titled 'Frustrated'
He waved his hand, a hush fell
And then he spoke his poem
Frustrated
The crowd went wild for never before
Had they heard a poem so succinct
A poem of only one word
That was never heard of before
Next came Fellsman, a man, a legend
Who's poetry was so precise
The crowd so silent, mouths wide open
The words as sweet as honey
One after another up they came
There was niah and marikia
Followed by Odette and andrew
Agoodguy and cafetwo and Country Lady
Netman, boyshchrm and paloma
Thelmatalla up she stood
To read her 'I Love You CS Poets'
And even freepoetry made appearance
SunNieS gLinnTing bY StagELighT
One by one up they went
Then finally it finished
The crowd was hoarse and with aching hands
All worn out and tired
The day was done
Each read their work
Next year there'll be another
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Sorry but there are only so many names I could use, would loved to have used lots more. If by some chance you are offended and don't want your name used please let me know and I will replace it. Thanks all. Addition thanks to idea by elo.
THE FORGOTTEN
In this world there are many forgotten
Totally ignored and tossed aside broken
Left over garbage from a past life
The innocent who have to pay the price
They will always be waiting in the wings
Watching and waiting until they are seen
But then there comes a day when they are gone
Too late to tell them you were wrong
Totally ignored and tossed aside broken
Left over garbage from a past life
The innocent who have to pay the price
They will always be waiting in the wings
Watching and waiting until they are seen
But then there comes a day when they are gone
Too late to tell them you were wrong
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Posted: Mar 2018
About this poem:
People who use family and friends. Then they move on to a new life and leave these people behind thinking - I'm too busy but they will always be there. Guess what - not true.
WATER, WIND AND ASH
I think of then as I force this pen
Into empty words of current ken
Of mice and men
And scores and ten
The man was a boy when he woke and cried
And I recall the night
When tiny arms lifted for rushing height
To bring slumber when tears had dried
No need was felt to plan his start
So I watched as he grew
Knowing of some compass needle dart
And point to site that drew
The boy was a man at a river place
Where he found passion'd grace
In forest of tall or stunted trees
In lashing heat or cooling breeze
In elephant walks
And kudu stalks
In eagle's soar
And lion's roar on the long grey greasy shore
It's where he was and chose to stay
Where he'd return after spell away
To 'rousal and spend's together lie
Under wide and cobalt sky
No one saw the shadow and no one spoke
Nor thought of hearts forever broke
In taste of his press from happy venture toil
Without trace yet of bitter foil
But as it will the shadow moved
And anguished folly proved
For what was and wasn't done
In that brief together run
But no point to portion blames
And wrong to see death as tort
For I cite myself amongst the guilty names
Though others too hear echo fade from life so short
Yet statement stands that he was ever rare
He'd shoot beasts down
And tell campfire stories as a crown
But now he isn't there
Still, what did remain did return to those spaces vast
When into wind and stream it all was cast
And though I know that life doesn't last
I pine for his laughter pass'd
His ashes scattered of course I grieve
Knowing that the place that was his love
Where now his spirit roams above
Was mere pause before the mortal leave
The man who was a boy in murder died
And I dwell on every why and how
Because I loved him once as I love him now
It's why I am to sorrow'd memory tied ...
That ghastly night it was I who cried
As I do, for my tears haven't dried
Into empty words of current ken
Of mice and men
And scores and ten
The man was a boy when he woke and cried
And I recall the night
When tiny arms lifted for rushing height
To bring slumber when tears had dried
No need was felt to plan his start
So I watched as he grew
Knowing of some compass needle dart
And point to site that drew
The boy was a man at a river place
Where he found passion'd grace
In forest of tall or stunted trees
In lashing heat or cooling breeze
In elephant walks
And kudu stalks
In eagle's soar
And lion's roar on the long grey greasy shore
It's where he was and chose to stay
Where he'd return after spell away
To 'rousal and spend's together lie
Under wide and cobalt sky
No one saw the shadow and no one spoke
Nor thought of hearts forever broke
In taste of his press from happy venture toil
Without trace yet of bitter foil
But as it will the shadow moved
And anguished folly proved
For what was and wasn't done
In that brief together run
But no point to portion blames
And wrong to see death as tort
For I cite myself amongst the guilty names
Though others too hear echo fade from life so short
Yet statement stands that he was ever rare
He'd shoot beasts down
And tell campfire stories as a crown
But now he isn't there
Still, what did remain did return to those spaces vast
When into wind and stream it all was cast
And though I know that life doesn't last
I pine for his laughter pass'd
His ashes scattered of course I grieve
Knowing that the place that was his love
Where now his spirit roams above
Was mere pause before the mortal leave
The man who was a boy in murder died
And I dwell on every why and how
Because I loved him once as I love him now
It's why I am to sorrow'd memory tied ...
That ghastly night it was I who cried
As I do, for my tears haven't dried
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Posted: Jun 2020
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Hill of stones
We buried you there
in the lizard bare grass
laid you down
in regimented row
We buried you there
on that hill of stones
where even sparrows weep
in Spring's drizzle dawn
I should have taken you in my bosom
and laid you beneath the peach tree
to blossom and fruit for the Summer children
running madly, circles about your stems
But we buried you on that hill
it is the greatest grief
in the lizard bare grass
laid you down
in regimented row
We buried you there
on that hill of stones
where even sparrows weep
in Spring's drizzle dawn
I should have taken you in my bosom
and laid you beneath the peach tree
to blossom and fruit for the Summer children
running madly, circles about your stems
But we buried you on that hill
it is the greatest grief
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Posted: Feb 2018
About this poem:
Written as a woman who has lost her male lover - I wondered if I could write a sad poem, hmmm handkerchief please, never again!
Simply Put
Simply put
I want you
any way your
gorgeous mind
can concoct it...
Grab my hand
force me
if the mood
strikes you...
Or you may lure me
seduce me if that
pleases you
better...
I like being
surprised
love super size..
I want you
to want me
to enter you..
I want you
overcome by passion
that it predicts
actions...
Simply put
I want you
to want me
to kiss
the Persian silk
of your skin
smooth as a Nubian Pearl...
Simple as that...
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Posted: Mar 2015
About this poem:
Pisces with a Pisces can be the envy of the zodiac at times..Each one's goal seems to be the extreme care of the relationship and intuitively reading each other...
online today!Submission to perdition
I close my eyes
in submission to perdition
ripping apart every fiber of my heart
for a prize I never sought
my parents taught
when love beckons
it will be a long and bumpy road
in fears, I will succumb
beyond defiance are its schemes
it will make you bleed and even scream
it will crash mercilessly
down to the core of your limbs
you will be possessed by its charms
makes you passionate and happy at times
yet often will make you lose your strength
and shake the ground you stand on
for mighty is its test
threshing every fiber
of your weakened flesh
and in desperation, ask
"is this all you got?"
alas! in your laughter
echoing in the ferocious wind
you kneel, and in silence
you know you are doomed
inside of you, you are crushed
shred into tiny pieces
and as the seagulls
witness your disdain
they, too, know
you are really doomed..
hopeless and all alone.
in submission to perdition
ripping apart every fiber of my heart
for a prize I never sought
my parents taught
when love beckons
it will be a long and bumpy road
in fears, I will succumb
beyond defiance are its schemes
it will make you bleed and even scream
it will crash mercilessly
down to the core of your limbs
you will be possessed by its charms
makes you passionate and happy at times
yet often will make you lose your strength
and shake the ground you stand on
for mighty is its test
threshing every fiber
of your weakened flesh
and in desperation, ask
"is this all you got?"
alas! in your laughter
echoing in the ferocious wind
you kneel, and in silence
you know you are doomed
inside of you, you are crushed
shred into tiny pieces
and as the seagulls
witness your disdain
they, too, know
you are really doomed..
hopeless and all alone.
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
just remembering the smites of lovecrippling and saddening..
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