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My Dad
He would pick me up when i fall
He would pick me up when i was feelin low
In his hearth is when I knew I belonged..
He thought me how 2 sing Danny Boy,
My dad my Hero
till the end of time
xxx
He would pick me up when i was feelin low
In his hearth is when I knew I belonged..
He thought me how 2 sing Danny Boy,
My dad my Hero
till the end of time
xxx
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
My dad was my best friend I miss him so much
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To Love, is to know.....
change needs a companion.
(Hopi First Nations member of the now USA.. proverb
Walk lightly in spring for Mother Earth is pregnant
The things you learn between breaths
Freedom only lives in the souls of our Specie..
what can be given unconditionally
Shall not need to be returned
We are Limited by our own definitions
Believe in beliefs for that is what will provide colour to our voids
change needs a companion.
(Hopi First Nations member of the now USA.. proverb
Walk lightly in spring for Mother Earth is pregnant
The things you learn between breaths
Freedom only lives in the souls of our Specie..
what can be given unconditionally
Shall not need to be returned
We are Limited by our own definitions
Believe in beliefs for that is what will provide colour to our voids
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
Literally at least a 1000 sayings are in several journals in the house. Intend to reflect at certain moments of my life. Predominately spoke "words" in any language don't reach into ourselves intrinsically enough to be used alone just in conversation.These days this is when I need to create art or write creatively, short stories, animations, short film scripts and a challenge put myself in was contacting a playwright on a 2 person stage play. Pitched a script concept, now we are logistically moving through a narrative thread of how to present on stage.
I don't work in the arts anymore I'm too busy with my newly formed company needing me behind the wheel so to accelerate the opportunities in corporate australia, minimising the Pain point that we could statistically be joining the majority of people who enter business and fail in the first 3 years.
Part of life.......
A part of life we all must do, the one thing that will stay true. It hurts loved ones and makes them blue; but as we live, cannot undo! It makes complete the life we chose; yet gives us hope we should not lose. The joy we share and sorrow we see; gives note to all that this must be. We no not when this will take place; so live life at our own pace! Indeed, we know that this is true; we live our lives—but must die too! I cannot explain why this must be; yet see that death does set us free. I give a gift in this belief, and write these words to ease your grief. I’m sorry that I must complete; that part of life we cannot beat. All my love; to all that’s dear—within your heart I will be near!
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
Choices made we must endure; our lives will change, yes that is for sure. Although we feel that all is good, we must look back at where we stood. Decisions made that were not so kind, give trouble now within our mind. We dream of happy and content; yet face each day with much decent. The woes of life we could not see; so seek forgiveness, let it be! We fill our hearts with all that is true; try not to think what has made us blue. We must reflect on good and bad; for this is what we all have had. Console ourselves as each day fades; and live with all our choices made! Life!!!
Requiem for a Lost Soul
I hold
set my spirit free
hear the waves of the ocean
faithfully aboard the cold
close my eyes and dream
like ripples on the water
beyond the abyss
the echoed voice of hope
my soul has run aground
set my spirit free
hear the waves of the ocean
faithfully aboard the cold
close my eyes and dream
like ripples on the water
beyond the abyss
the echoed voice of hope
my soul has run aground
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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
I wrote this at 4am. I feel this way sometimes. At other times I feel immense joy.For Daddy
To Daddy
Daddy – sorry not to see you before I passed away
Mummy was so hoping that you’d come up and stay.
We waited nearly for a year – but you did not arrive
I did so want a visit while I was still alive.
Oskar feels the difference – now I am not around.
We loved each other’s company; when Mum worked we found
A partnership together – and now he’s all alone.
He offers her some comfort, their sadness to condone.
Before I died she cut some hair – a keepsake to review.
She had it made into a pendant, “A gift from you”
She called it – and now its come it is a part
Of me forever. She wears it near her heart.
We were a family, once, she said, the four of us, so close.
I’ll never know what happened – why you became morose…
I loved you still, no matter what – I know you loved me too
Now here’s my hair that Mummy cut. She gives the rest to you.
From Chloe with love
Daddy – sorry not to see you before I passed away
Mummy was so hoping that you’d come up and stay.
We waited nearly for a year – but you did not arrive
I did so want a visit while I was still alive.
Oskar feels the difference – now I am not around.
We loved each other’s company; when Mum worked we found
A partnership together – and now he’s all alone.
He offers her some comfort, their sadness to condone.
Before I died she cut some hair – a keepsake to review.
She had it made into a pendant, “A gift from you”
She called it – and now its come it is a part
Of me forever. She wears it near her heart.
We were a family, once, she said, the four of us, so close.
I’ll never know what happened – why you became morose…
I loved you still, no matter what – I know you loved me too
Now here’s my hair that Mummy cut. She gives the rest to you.
From Chloe with love
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
My little dog Chloe, sadly died March 1st this year. I had a snip of her hair made into a pendant which I could wear round my neck. We had hope my former partner would be able to visit her before she died. Sadly this was not the case. It's just me and the cat, Oskar, now.Heartbroken
Woman
Had love
Long ago, but
Only faded memories remain
Heartbroken
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
The weekends are the worse!Poem Of Ascension
If I could 'die' before I die, then when I die, I shall not die.
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
Actually, MY desired epitaph poem dedicated to those who relentlessly strive to realize their spiritual aim while sojourning in this existence.
Learning poetry III - Carnival Carousel (Roundel)
Carousel inn on highest peak,
Round and round they quickly spin,
Beacon invites as we speak,
Carousel inn.
Tent for a carousal din,
Memories lost they seek,
Floating feets under Natures basin,
Festive aura sound and reek.
Flying with the spinning wind,
Emotions fast and thick,
Carousel inn.
Round and round they quickly spin,
Beacon invites as we speak,
Carousel inn.
Tent for a carousal din,
Memories lost they seek,
Floating feets under Natures basin,
Festive aura sound and reek.
Flying with the spinning wind,
Emotions fast and thick,
Carousel inn.
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
The ROUNDEL is a deritaveof rondeau and rondine... It has
eleven lines constructed from two
quatrains, and a triplet.
The rhyme scheme only has two
rhymes and a refrain from the first
phrase of first line, thus, the second
line rhymes with the refrain:.. a. b.
a.B . b. a. b . a. b. a. B..
example:
If he could know my songs are all
for him,
At silver dawn or in the evening
glow,
Would he not smile and think it but
a whim,
If he could know?
Or would his heart rejoice and
overflow,
As happy brooks that break their
icy rim
When April's horns along the
hillsides blow?
I may not speak till Eros' torch is
dim,
The god is bitter and will have it so;
And yet to-night our fate would
seem less grim
If he could know. --- Sara Teasdale
Sleep
If i had three wish's
Two i would give to you
You could wish for anything
But i would wish for you..
Two i would give to you
You could wish for anything
But i would wish for you..
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
this is about all my friends who have passedI'm sorry
I'm sorry i dont give you happy thoughts to think out loud,
I'm sorry if my words are dark and and always seem so proud,
I'm sorry if that my venom is a twisted visage,
of a former self conflicted, with a hatred that left me gifted,
with darkness heart thats torn apart destroyed by earnest witches.
but once upon a mid day dreary,
a soul laid waste and left with fury,
mans gods were there but didnt care,
as evil stalked, with pensive stares.
but once a womans hands have wrought,
the fetished evil that they've got,
and laid to waste a soul not bought,
twas heavens hands to which he fought.
a fathers place is by their side ,
protected by his handsom light,
and if he fails in his charge ,
he deserves wrath of the devils march.
I'm sorry that you cannot see,
i'm sorry you will never speak,
I'm sorry if they cast a stone,
u should not stand at the gates alone.
I'm sorry i dont give you happy thoughts to think out loud,
I'm sorry if my words are dark and and always seem so proud,
I'm sorry if that my venom is a twisted visage,
of a former self conflicted, with a hatred that left me gifted,
with darkness heart thats torn apart destroyed by earnest witches
I'm sorry if my words are dark and and always seem so proud,
I'm sorry if that my venom is a twisted visage,
of a former self conflicted, with a hatred that left me gifted,
with darkness heart thats torn apart destroyed by earnest witches.
but once upon a mid day dreary,
a soul laid waste and left with fury,
mans gods were there but didnt care,
as evil stalked, with pensive stares.
but once a womans hands have wrought,
the fetished evil that they've got,
and laid to waste a soul not bought,
twas heavens hands to which he fought.
a fathers place is by their side ,
protected by his handsom light,
and if he fails in his charge ,
he deserves wrath of the devils march.
I'm sorry that you cannot see,
i'm sorry you will never speak,
I'm sorry if they cast a stone,
u should not stand at the gates alone.
I'm sorry i dont give you happy thoughts to think out loud,
I'm sorry if my words are dark and and always seem so proud,
I'm sorry if that my venom is a twisted visage,
of a former self conflicted, with a hatred that left me gifted,
with darkness heart thats torn apart destroyed by earnest witches
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
this is for the loss of two, a pain i cant describe to youbut if u think all men are bad,
some woman are evil bearing a devils brand.
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