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online today!BIG? BROTHER?
He's our big brother, what he says goes, he loves us more than anyone knows, everything he says is always true, when he wants your opinion, he will give it to you!
What could we do without his direction?, NOTHING, this is how it should be, HE told me, 'this is perfection, you walk the walk,, I talk the talk, can you not see?, I live in splendor, YOU in misery, YOU helped to make it this way, You dont speak, YOU, HAVE NOTHING TO SAY.
So, who would you rather be? It's your call, big brother, you?, or me?
You started this life without expectation, big brother really is not your relation, there's more to life, there's lots and lots, PLEASE, just stop and think,,,,,
CONNECT THE DOTS.
What could we do without his direction?, NOTHING, this is how it should be, HE told me, 'this is perfection, you walk the walk,, I talk the talk, can you not see?, I live in splendor, YOU in misery, YOU helped to make it this way, You dont speak, YOU, HAVE NOTHING TO SAY.
So, who would you rather be? It's your call, big brother, you?, or me?
You started this life without expectation, big brother really is not your relation, there's more to life, there's lots and lots, PLEASE, just stop and think,,,,,
CONNECT THE DOTS.
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Posted: Jan 2022
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SNAP JUDGEMENT
Milan Springtime
Twilight
From my window
I see four men
formally suited
with raised fists
and open mouths
My camera is set
One finger prods one shoulder
one foot advances
I ‘CLICK’.
All those in the street
have turned towards them
as their song
graces the early evening.
Twilight
From my window
I see four men
formally suited
with raised fists
and open mouths
My camera is set
One finger prods one shoulder
one foot advances
I ‘CLICK’.
All those in the street
have turned towards them
as their song
graces the early evening.
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Posted: Jan 2022
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online today!Tropical Splendour
Tropical sunshine
streaming down
from a clear blue and white sky
with fleecy white clouds
edged with wisps of mist
like giant grains of popcorn
drifting slowly by
way up in the sky
The sunshine
bathing the sugar cane fields below
with golden sunbeams
saturating the texture
of its long grass-like leaves
with its radiance
enlivening them and
transforming the fields into
an emerald sea
of brilliant green
Tropical breeze
swaying the sugar cane leaves
gently caressing them
making them dance in unison
like the waves of the ocean
The dancing leaves
vibrating in harmony
with each other
create a murmuring sound
that builds in intensity
and reaches a crescendo
like the roar
of the waves of the ocean
setting the leaves
in a wild dance of ecstasy
and then gently subsiding
to the soothing sound
of a gentle breeze
inducing a state
of peacefulness
and tranquillity
At such moments
alone with nature
one can feel a strange unity
with everything around
Unity that is so strong
and overpowering
that one loses consciousness
of one's individual self
one has no consciousness
of time and space
but only of that moment
- the infinite eternal NOW
One's consciousness seems to merge
with a deeper consciousness
of the unity of all things
in nature and the cosmos
One experiences an awareness
of a deeper reality
that is impossible
to describe in words
One makes contact
with one's cosmic roots
in a dimension where
time and space
are irrelevant
It is the synchronisation
of one's consciousness
with the absolute
and ultimate reality
of the cosmos
streaming down
from a clear blue and white sky
with fleecy white clouds
edged with wisps of mist
like giant grains of popcorn
drifting slowly by
way up in the sky
The sunshine
bathing the sugar cane fields below
with golden sunbeams
saturating the texture
of its long grass-like leaves
with its radiance
enlivening them and
transforming the fields into
an emerald sea
of brilliant green
Tropical breeze
swaying the sugar cane leaves
gently caressing them
making them dance in unison
like the waves of the ocean
The dancing leaves
vibrating in harmony
with each other
create a murmuring sound
that builds in intensity
and reaches a crescendo
like the roar
of the waves of the ocean
setting the leaves
in a wild dance of ecstasy
and then gently subsiding
to the soothing sound
of a gentle breeze
inducing a state
of peacefulness
and tranquillity
At such moments
alone with nature
one can feel a strange unity
with everything around
Unity that is so strong
and overpowering
that one loses consciousness
of one's individual self
one has no consciousness
of time and space
but only of that moment
- the infinite eternal NOW
One's consciousness seems to merge
with a deeper consciousness
of the unity of all things
in nature and the cosmos
One experiences an awareness
of a deeper reality
that is impossible
to describe in words
One makes contact
with one's cosmic roots
in a dimension where
time and space
are irrelevant
It is the synchronisation
of one's consciousness
with the absolute
and ultimate reality
of the cosmos
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Posted: Jan 2022
About this poem:
This is my signature piece of writing, as conveyed in the last three paragraphs:"At such moments alone with nature one can feel a strange unity .with everything around. Unity that is so strong and overpowering that one loses consciousness of one's individual self; one has no consciousness
of time and space but only of that moment - the infinite eternal NOW.
One's consciousness seems to merge with a deeper consciousness of the unity of all things in nature and the cosmos. One experiences an awareness of a deeper reality that is impossible to describe in words.
One makes contact with one's cosmic roots in a dimension where time and space are irrelevant. It is the synchronisation of one's consciousness with the absolute and ultimate reality of the cosmos."
As a young boy, around nine or ten, I used to love to be in the sugar-cane fields in my native tropical island, Trinidad. I got a natural high, being dazzled by the brilliant sunshine and listening to the sighing of the sugar cane leaves as they swayed in the breeze like the waves of the ocean. I felt that Nature was speaking to me, transporting me to another world where I connected with my cosmic roots, becoming part of the unity of all things.
Cheers mate
That's ma word
Give thanks
I give thanks for you
And you and you and you
And yes you too
And oh yes, giving thanks for me too
This thanks more than just a positive vibration
This thanks bursts banks of any negative situation
So
Thank you very much
Yes indeed
Gratitude unlocks n blossoms the seed
Can't stop the weed
From mingling n lingering
Nurture the seed so the weed won't be hindering
Thank you for the weed
Thank you for the flower
Thank you for every second minute n hour
Thanks is power
Lika bulletproof vest
I care it n wear it so nut'n can test
Though they always try
I
Give thanks for the test too
The energy of this thanks literally breeding skies blue
All I can say is thank you
Give thanks
I give thanks for you
And you and you and you
And yes you too
And oh yes, giving thanks for me too
This thanks more than just a positive vibration
This thanks bursts banks of any negative situation
So
Thank you very much
Yes indeed
Gratitude unlocks n blossoms the seed
Can't stop the weed
From mingling n lingering
Nurture the seed so the weed won't be hindering
Thank you for the weed
Thank you for the flower
Thank you for every second minute n hour
Thanks is power
Lika bulletproof vest
I care it n wear it so nut'n can test
Though they always try
I
Give thanks for the test too
The energy of this thanks literally breeding skies blue
All I can say is thank you
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Posted: Jan 2022
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Contains Quinine
Quaffing tonic water
pleasant kind of sour
quells the muscle spasms
in the midnight hour
..well my Mum swears by it and she's 84
worked for me last night..
hold up I'm here for a poem:
Letter to Castro
24 February 1962
Dear Comandante
Death to the imperialists
death to all capitalist counter revolutionaries
death to the gringos
and their failed attempt on your shores
trust not Khrushchev
may you continue to be
hung like a horse
in your green fatigues
and carry the beard
of the mercenary
may the sisters
continue to fall for you
may sugar rise
send more cigars
Viva la revolución
Che
pleasant kind of sour
quells the muscle spasms
in the midnight hour
..well my Mum swears by it and she's 84
worked for me last night..
hold up I'm here for a poem:
Letter to Castro
24 February 1962
Dear Comandante
Death to the imperialists
death to all capitalist counter revolutionaries
death to the gringos
and their failed attempt on your shores
trust not Khrushchev
may you continue to be
hung like a horse
in your green fatigues
and carry the beard
of the mercenary
may the sisters
continue to fall for you
may sugar rise
send more cigars
Viva la revolución
Che
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Posted: Jan 2022
About this poem:
Tonic water and Cuba
online today!Speculations
Now my love, a little bit co-mingles;
In that wide and deep digital sea;
I'm just another guy - Connecting Singles;
Is enough social media for me.
My heart is lonely - yet my body tingles;
With some love past, or future destiny;
As through the clouds, I see the Moon break cover;
And I wish and hope for a new lover.
My wide reflection on a life been lived;
In a dozen ways, with many people;
I've always found - yet never could forgive;
The aloof side of me - just like a steeple;
And these lines of verse that will survive;
Myself, and so unlike many sheeple;
I'll write my life, as best as I remember;
Gee, to think it is already now December!
Twenty twenty-one - how Time does race!
And no love I've had, since 'twas Covid;
The world has changed, has changed its very face;
(Although I don't intend to be this morbid);
So where is love, amidst this new disgrace?
Where's love in my poems? - I'd write "ibid"
Which means "look above" (at older Poetry);
Now I'm fifty-three, nothing happens, and I'm lonely.
Shortly to my story - I digress;
In speculation purely metaphysical;
I let in a little light, to now ingress;
Into the darker shadows of the mythical;
My Soul's Odessey must now confess;
The ruin of the passion of the animal;
That was 'oft myself, as a younger man;-
Temptation led me, where ever tempting can.
Beauty, like the world - it's often true;
Is mixed with cruelty, ugliness, and vice;
Sometimes good hearts and souls must go askew;
Before we realize we should be nice;
My chequered path in life, I must review;
And so I have, and so it will suffice;
To give here, so much, ample material;
(I relate each vignette, as a serial).
That this is rough and ready - perhaps I've told you;
That I'm Australian, (and so I must be frank);
Good reader, I would never mean to scold you;
For reading this, I must then you now thank;
On the wings of Poesy, I'll uphold you;
Tall tales, and true, right from the memory bank;
I thus continue this poetic story:
Despite the odds, I've lived life in its glory.
This is a type of internal monologue;-
An anecdote to sketch a wasted life;-
I'm sober - finally lifts the mind's long fog;-
Now clarity can shine amidst the strife;-
With renewed poetic force my thoughts I log;-
For this, my muse, my muse it is my wife!
Through some Arcady, where I may yet travel;-
As from the pen, my story does unravel.
© lovecanbereal
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In that wide and deep digital sea;
I'm just another guy - Connecting Singles;
Is enough social media for me.
My heart is lonely - yet my body tingles;
With some love past, or future destiny;
As through the clouds, I see the Moon break cover;
And I wish and hope for a new lover.
My wide reflection on a life been lived;
In a dozen ways, with many people;
I've always found - yet never could forgive;
The aloof side of me - just like a steeple;
And these lines of verse that will survive;
Myself, and so unlike many sheeple;
I'll write my life, as best as I remember;
Gee, to think it is already now December!
Twenty twenty-one - how Time does race!
And no love I've had, since 'twas Covid;
The world has changed, has changed its very face;
(Although I don't intend to be this morbid);
So where is love, amidst this new disgrace?
Where's love in my poems? - I'd write "ibid"
Which means "look above" (at older Poetry);
Now I'm fifty-three, nothing happens, and I'm lonely.
Shortly to my story - I digress;
In speculation purely metaphysical;
I let in a little light, to now ingress;
Into the darker shadows of the mythical;
My Soul's Odessey must now confess;
The ruin of the passion of the animal;
That was 'oft myself, as a younger man;-
Temptation led me, where ever tempting can.
Beauty, like the world - it's often true;
Is mixed with cruelty, ugliness, and vice;
Sometimes good hearts and souls must go askew;
Before we realize we should be nice;
My chequered path in life, I must review;
And so I have, and so it will suffice;
To give here, so much, ample material;
(I relate each vignette, as a serial).
That this is rough and ready - perhaps I've told you;
That I'm Australian, (and so I must be frank);
Good reader, I would never mean to scold you;
For reading this, I must then you now thank;
On the wings of Poesy, I'll uphold you;
Tall tales, and true, right from the memory bank;
I thus continue this poetic story:
Despite the odds, I've lived life in its glory.
This is a type of internal monologue;-
An anecdote to sketch a wasted life;-
I'm sober - finally lifts the mind's long fog;-
Now clarity can shine amidst the strife;-
With renewed poetic force my thoughts I log;-
For this, my muse, my muse it is my wife!
Through some Arcady, where I may yet travel;-
As from the pen, my story does unravel.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Dec 2021
About this poem:
Poetic speculations, (of a philosophical nature)WORDPLAY
If from sleep
I awaken
I'm alive
If I never wake up again
I'm dead - which however
I cannot experience
I think this is unfair
and to offer Death
its fair share of existence
I now rename ‘Life’
‘Death’
At last I can enjoy
the 'un-happenable'
(I often wondered
what it would be like!)
I awaken
I'm alive
If I never wake up again
I'm dead - which however
I cannot experience
I think this is unfair
and to offer Death
its fair share of existence
I now rename ‘Life’
‘Death’
At last I can enjoy
the 'un-happenable'
(I often wondered
what it would be like!)
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Posted: Jan 2022
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Angel of The Sea
It is to us forever our duty to relay
With pride our tale of courage on the Isles that fateful day.
September 1838 she battled through the storm
for others she risked her life in the early hours of morn.
Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- shall ever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.
'Forfarshire' had carried folk, or so the story goes.
It smashed up on Big Harcar Rock where the leeside water flows.
With courageous hearts and fighting fear they rowed the coble out,
And rescued nine from broken bow before she turned about
Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- will ever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.
So all of this brought to her fame much to her dismay
She only wanted a simple life and wished they'd go away
She was showered with gifts of gratitude and a lifestyle of the best
Which caused her great discomfort she craved for time to rest.
Twas only four years later and she still oh so young
Her life was taken from us no fairness to be done
The Islands rise in glory in memory of our lass.
Her name in hearts forever and ever as times pass
Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- forever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.
© D Heckels
With pride our tale of courage on the Isles that fateful day.
September 1838 she battled through the storm
for others she risked her life in the early hours of morn.
Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- shall ever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.
'Forfarshire' had carried folk, or so the story goes.
It smashed up on Big Harcar Rock where the leeside water flows.
With courageous hearts and fighting fear they rowed the coble out,
And rescued nine from broken bow before she turned about
Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- will ever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.
So all of this brought to her fame much to her dismay
She only wanted a simple life and wished they'd go away
She was showered with gifts of gratitude and a lifestyle of the best
Which caused her great discomfort she craved for time to rest.
Twas only four years later and she still oh so young
Her life was taken from us no fairness to be done
The Islands rise in glory in memory of our lass.
Her name in hearts forever and ever as times pass
Gracie is the 'darling' of the north- forever be...
Oh Gracie oh our Darling our angel of the sea.
© D Heckels
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Posted: Oct 2011
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online today!All we need is love)))
Do you want me to give you my love?
Yes. Give it to me...
First I would like to ask ...
Any question.
Suppose I knock on your door
I'll let you in.
And if I will cheat on you?
I will forgive .
And if I tell you: die! ..
I will die.
And if there will be a pain?
I will accept it
And if there appears a wall between us?
I will break it.
Still want me to give you my love?
Yes, give it to me
This will never happen!
Why?!
Because I do not need a slave))))
Yes. Give it to me...
First I would like to ask ...
Any question.
Suppose I knock on your door
I'll let you in.
And if I will cheat on you?
I will forgive .
And if I tell you: die! ..
I will die.
And if there will be a pain?
I will accept it
And if there appears a wall between us?
I will break it.
Still want me to give you my love?
Yes, give it to me
This will never happen!
Why?!
Because I do not need a slave))))
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Posted: Dec 2021
About this poem:
Just wanted to wish Happy 2022 to all our poets! stay safe, healthy, loving and loved ones))
Why??
Why try?
Why bother?
Why remain optimistic in this cruel world?
If you try you can fail
If you bother to care you get hurt
But if you don't then you will never achieve what God was preparing you for.
Why break down the wall?
Why put on a brave face?
Why pick up the pieces of your broken heart and try again?
If you leave wall up you will treat bad the innocent person trying to show you love.
If you are always angry and bitter you will spook you true love away.
If you don't pick up the pieces of your broken heart and try again you will trample over them until they turn to dust causing you to live out your life in loveless sadness.
Why bother?
Why remain optimistic in this cruel world?
If you try you can fail
If you bother to care you get hurt
But if you don't then you will never achieve what God was preparing you for.
Why break down the wall?
Why put on a brave face?
Why pick up the pieces of your broken heart and try again?
If you leave wall up you will treat bad the innocent person trying to show you love.
If you are always angry and bitter you will spook you true love away.
If you don't pick up the pieces of your broken heart and try again you will trample over them until they turn to dust causing you to live out your life in loveless sadness.
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Posted: Jan 2022
About this poem:
Why I always keep trying every single time avoiding the bitterness of giving up on love. No one has to pay for the previous person who hurt youPoems 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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