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Something.....For the weekend (Please add to!)
It seems, the time has come to put away childish things,
Real life, I think, has beckoned,
.....I ponder as the doorbell rings.....
A change I never would have reckoned....
Has waved its hand over thoughts inflection,
There where,forest lore,
....Meets gate of sky perfection....
Outside my door, man from nevermore.....
"Never have I seen before
Yet in his hands is an offering
A silhoette of a beauty
So endearing
His weary eyes so glowing
His lips so amusing
Carrying in his soul
Silence, beyond deciphering."
'The man from nevermore he sighed
Held out the life I'd never had,
Hot tears fell to his cheeks and dried
His silence almost drove me mad'
A silence beyond all human comprehension
It was meant to be a golden translation
A figure in white,silhouetted against a blue sky
With an offering of peace he drew nigh.
Tis a special gift , and free to all,
Who hear the knock and receive the call
then leave themselves and follow keen
an image seen in quiet pool, and languid stream
Tho' dark and distant becomes more clear
With faith and hope and love held dear...
He dropped his head
within the light
YES!
I knew him!
"Nevermore"!
Yet closer I looked, changes there were
There were tracks of tears upon it
Where once were written words of shame
Had changed to words of wisdom
How could this change have happened so
Was really to me an enigma...
He traveled far and wide, this man from Nevermore
Running away, hiding from the light
Only to find he can’t from his conscience part;
For like a shadow it followed him day and night
angel dancing...
asleep, happed upon a memory, one angelic night
recalled an age of reason, when everything was right
to search no longer, he'd found his goal!
but fast came the dawn, abrupt and rife with portend
alas for he, such a gentle soul
again without warning, joyous time was at end
OK then...elo has kindly supplied the second verse...
Windy weatherly the third....Thanks LB for the 4th...You too Paloma for the 5th...Scher for the 6th...Sophia for the 7th, Steve the 8th, and OrientalKoru for the 9th...And thankyou Hedi for the 10th
still room for a lot more yet though!...lol
Real life, I think, has beckoned,
.....I ponder as the doorbell rings.....
A change I never would have reckoned....
Has waved its hand over thoughts inflection,
There where,forest lore,
....Meets gate of sky perfection....
Outside my door, man from nevermore.....
"Never have I seen before
Yet in his hands is an offering
A silhoette of a beauty
So endearing
His weary eyes so glowing
His lips so amusing
Carrying in his soul
Silence, beyond deciphering."
'The man from nevermore he sighed
Held out the life I'd never had,
Hot tears fell to his cheeks and dried
His silence almost drove me mad'
A silence beyond all human comprehension
It was meant to be a golden translation
A figure in white,silhouetted against a blue sky
With an offering of peace he drew nigh.
Tis a special gift , and free to all,
Who hear the knock and receive the call
then leave themselves and follow keen
an image seen in quiet pool, and languid stream
Tho' dark and distant becomes more clear
With faith and hope and love held dear...
He dropped his head
within the light
YES!
I knew him!
"Nevermore"!
Yet closer I looked, changes there were
There were tracks of tears upon it
Where once were written words of shame
Had changed to words of wisdom
How could this change have happened so
Was really to me an enigma...
He traveled far and wide, this man from Nevermore
Running away, hiding from the light
Only to find he can’t from his conscience part;
For like a shadow it followed him day and night
angel dancing...
asleep, happed upon a memory, one angelic night
recalled an age of reason, when everything was right
to search no longer, he'd found his goal!
but fast came the dawn, abrupt and rife with portend
alas for he, such a gentle soul
again without warning, joyous time was at end
OK then...elo has kindly supplied the second verse...
Windy weatherly the third....Thanks LB for the 4th...You too Paloma for the 5th...Scher for the 6th...Sophia for the 7th, Steve the 8th, and OrientalKoru for the 9th...And thankyou Hedi for the 10th
still room for a lot more yet though!...lol
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
Sorry to have been away again....I had to move house and my computer died....but all good again now, I missed you all....Anyway....would anyone like to write the next verse to this little story?...It might be interesting to see where it goes....lol...Give it a go....Andrew...xxx
A country tango
Snake bitten
head chewing
cowboy boots move those hips
cadillac man pony up
spin her around
dim the lights
step it up
move them hips
cowboy boots
cadillac man
pony up
hang on tight
it's gonna be a wild ride
pony up hang on tight
move them hips
cowboy boots
cadillac man
pony up and
hang on tight
I'm gonna take
her home tonight.
head chewing
cowboy boots move those hips
cadillac man pony up
spin her around
dim the lights
step it up
move them hips
cowboy boots
cadillac man
pony up
hang on tight
it's gonna be a wild ride
pony up hang on tight
move them hips
cowboy boots
cadillac man
pony up and
hang on tight
I'm gonna take
her home tonight.
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
just having fun with wordsSCREAM!
A human being on the brink,
A heart opened,
A heart broken,
A frozen anguished moment, too painful to think.
Hands clasped to each side of face,
Imaginary fingers in imaginary ears,
Mouth and eyes wide, streaming invisible tears,
A sister spirit, certified, petrified, mental case.
So worried of the “Disease” you see,
He caught in brush strokes her tormented soul,
Reflected in empty eyes, blacker than coal
Afraid he too had inherited the family insanity.
All against red sunset backdrop seen,
Heard....
A Haunting..... Deafening......Silent.......
S C R E A M!
A heart opened,
A heart broken,
A frozen anguished moment, too painful to think.
Hands clasped to each side of face,
Imaginary fingers in imaginary ears,
Mouth and eyes wide, streaming invisible tears,
A sister spirit, certified, petrified, mental case.
So worried of the “Disease” you see,
He caught in brush strokes her tormented soul,
Reflected in empty eyes, blacker than coal
Afraid he too had inherited the family insanity.
All against red sunset backdrop seen,
Heard....
A Haunting..... Deafening......Silent.......
S C R E A M!
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
The Scream....A picture by Edvard Munch, on view at Southerby's London this week prior to being sold, one of four. A picture I have seen once and to be honest was that disturbing to me that I never want to see it again, none the less an undisputed work of genius.Andrew...xxx
Somehow I'll know
Somewhere in the midst
of flesh and bone..
Somewhere in the midst
of blood sweat and tears
Between all that is
Or can be..exist the
unsearchable spirit of
life
Like a young eagle under
the safty of its mothers
wing, I am sustained within
the ever changing folds of
time and space
If by some foolish endeavour
I stray beyond the reach of
my soul I am pulled back into
the fold by the spark of some
immutable truth
At such times I can almost hear
a fatherly whisper saying..
'You are not your own..'
That all I can be trancends my
childlike mortal dreams..
And somewhere in the midst
is a burning love
A purity..
Perhaps lost in the dreams of
children
A sacred heart vailed for a
moment so as not to burn til
the day star arises in our
hearts
Somewhere in time the truth
will take every thought captive
though such things are to great
for me to imagine, yet..
Somehow I'll know~
of flesh and bone..
Somewhere in the midst
of blood sweat and tears
Between all that is
Or can be..exist the
unsearchable spirit of
life
Like a young eagle under
the safty of its mothers
wing, I am sustained within
the ever changing folds of
time and space
If by some foolish endeavour
I stray beyond the reach of
my soul I am pulled back into
the fold by the spark of some
immutable truth
At such times I can almost hear
a fatherly whisper saying..
'You are not your own..'
That all I can be trancends my
childlike mortal dreams..
And somewhere in the midst
is a burning love
A purity..
Perhaps lost in the dreams of
children
A sacred heart vailed for a
moment so as not to burn til
the day star arises in our
hearts
Somewhere in time the truth
will take every thought captive
though such things are to great
for me to imagine, yet..
Somehow I'll know~
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
A grand impression of sorts...
My beautifull lover
Go" whilst you can
whilst i can still let you
dont confuse my urge to keep you
as anything, other then s*xual.
i know what your thinking
your asuming your the one
well my beautifull lover
let me tell you, you are wrong.
your sweet for what you have given me
you have given me more then i deserve
but i can only desire & never love you
ill use you and you, il hurt.
go" my beautifull lover
before i take you upstairs
before i demand you live me
before i rip off your shirt.
im trying to do right, so let me
to use you is a sin
i can never give to you my heart
what iv not got, i cant give.
dont look at me with those sad eyes
i did tell you from the start
not to fall in love cause i cannot
whilst another owns my heart.
go my beautifull lover, go...
not me but my body will miss you so.
whilst i can still let you
dont confuse my urge to keep you
as anything, other then s*xual.
i know what your thinking
your asuming your the one
well my beautifull lover
let me tell you, you are wrong.
your sweet for what you have given me
you have given me more then i deserve
but i can only desire & never love you
ill use you and you, il hurt.
go" my beautifull lover
before i take you upstairs
before i demand you live me
before i rip off your shirt.
im trying to do right, so let me
to use you is a sin
i can never give to you my heart
what iv not got, i cant give.
dont look at me with those sad eyes
i did tell you from the start
not to fall in love cause i cannot
whilst another owns my heart.
go my beautifull lover, go...
not me but my body will miss you so.
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
inspired becos im sick of cutting my toe nails becos iv nothing better for doing..The Weeping Rose
Under a burning sky
of misty morn
Diamond tears on roses
form
Dewdrops falling in sad
farewell
Peddles wilting in
summers swell
Beauty untold by
writers pen
Fades to twilight at
seasons end
And though her teardrops
kiss a loving hand
The weeping rose shall
rise again~
of misty morn
Diamond tears on roses
form
Dewdrops falling in sad
farewell
Peddles wilting in
summers swell
Beauty untold by
writers pen
Fades to twilight at
seasons end
And though her teardrops
kiss a loving hand
The weeping rose shall
rise again~
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
Another seasonal poem..
"You Know a Hurricane's Comin!"
You know a hurricane's comin',
when sheets of rain race against the wind.
When trees are swaying to the rhythm of the blues,
a rhythm that their own leaves send.
When the gator's of the bayou are diving,
down deep to escape the havoc above.
When Cajun's put away their fiddles,
their guitars and the Gumbo they love.
You know a hurricane's comin!
When the critters of the woods scatter,
unconcerned by whom they've been seen.
The Black Panther by the fleeing boar,
is considered as being less than mean.
The skies are filled with floating debris,
looking like butterflies on drunken display.
The tranquil waters, once calm and still,
are churning and swelling in the bay.
You know a hurricane's comin!
Mother Nature has her signs,
and her means of announcing that to come.
Just as an intuitive man or woman,
will also know when they're headed for fun.
As the unfolding weather tells it's story,
to those with keen eyes and a sharp nose.
So too, can the heart discern and read,
changing temps of sensual highs and lows.
You know a hurricane's comin!
Board up the house, secure the shutters,
fasten all open latches and locks.
Put everything outside safely away,
bring up the boat from the dock!
It's gonna be a mean one, it's runnin it's course,
it's gonna keep us up late!
This passionate storm of mounting force
is nothing short of GREAT!
You know a hurricane's comin!
The lights begin to flicker,
the air is full of mysterious moans!
The candles within that are burning,
set an ambiance of desire in the home.
Let the storm outside come upon us,
with all it's energy and force displayed.
Cause the storm of passion between us,
pales the power it's conveyed!
You know a hurricane's cummin!
when sheets of rain race against the wind.
When trees are swaying to the rhythm of the blues,
a rhythm that their own leaves send.
When the gator's of the bayou are diving,
down deep to escape the havoc above.
When Cajun's put away their fiddles,
their guitars and the Gumbo they love.
You know a hurricane's comin!
When the critters of the woods scatter,
unconcerned by whom they've been seen.
The Black Panther by the fleeing boar,
is considered as being less than mean.
The skies are filled with floating debris,
looking like butterflies on drunken display.
The tranquil waters, once calm and still,
are churning and swelling in the bay.
You know a hurricane's comin!
Mother Nature has her signs,
and her means of announcing that to come.
Just as an intuitive man or woman,
will also know when they're headed for fun.
As the unfolding weather tells it's story,
to those with keen eyes and a sharp nose.
So too, can the heart discern and read,
changing temps of sensual highs and lows.
You know a hurricane's comin!
Board up the house, secure the shutters,
fasten all open latches and locks.
Put everything outside safely away,
bring up the boat from the dock!
It's gonna be a mean one, it's runnin it's course,
it's gonna keep us up late!
This passionate storm of mounting force
is nothing short of GREAT!
You know a hurricane's comin!
The lights begin to flicker,
the air is full of mysterious moans!
The candles within that are burning,
set an ambiance of desire in the home.
Let the storm outside come upon us,
with all it's energy and force displayed.
Cause the storm of passion between us,
pales the power it's conveyed!
You know a hurricane's cummin!
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
I'm not one to write much about 'Sensual Passion', but I thought I'd try my hand at it while writing an original poem for a friend of mine that carries the same name as a recent hurricane here in the U.S.
Are you there
Are you there?
Are you real?
What is to explain
The way that I feel?
An email, an image
This is like scrimmage
I need to sit down
Across from your frown
...or smile if you are so inclined
But how am I to know?
You're just text in
this Virtual pixel show!
Why don't you meet me?
Is your image not real?
Can't you converse with your mouth!!
Is it made of steel?
I'm getting kind of giddy
I think that means silly
For I've made up my mind
You're just an illusion
Stop me now...if I'd lead to confusion
But meet me now and touch my hand
Oh you can keep on being a One woman Band
Cause frankly....my real name is Frank!
I really believe this is all a big prank
And instead of getting pissed
As in...hey yah drunk
I think you have too much junk in your trunk!
And if that doesn't tick you off then girl
Here's a new whirl
I have much more
It's to do with sheet and it rhymes with smores
Who the heck do YOU think I am?
Also you are just hot air and Scammer jam.
So if you're offended and want to slap me
Then you're welcome too it
But you'll finally have to meet me
Blah!!!!!
Sorry.......kinda got carried away
It would be very nice if I could meet you at Timmies
and we could talk over coffee....Ok???
You know....I think we have an awfull lot in common.
Hello?
Are you there??
Are you real?
What is to explain
The way that I feel?
An email, an image
This is like scrimmage
I need to sit down
Across from your frown
...or smile if you are so inclined
But how am I to know?
You're just text in
this Virtual pixel show!
Why don't you meet me?
Is your image not real?
Can't you converse with your mouth!!
Is it made of steel?
I'm getting kind of giddy
I think that means silly
For I've made up my mind
You're just an illusion
Stop me now...if I'd lead to confusion
But meet me now and touch my hand
Oh you can keep on being a One woman Band
Cause frankly....my real name is Frank!
I really believe this is all a big prank
And instead of getting pissed
As in...hey yah drunk
I think you have too much junk in your trunk!
And if that doesn't tick you off then girl
Here's a new whirl
I have much more
It's to do with sheet and it rhymes with smores
Who the heck do YOU think I am?
Also you are just hot air and Scammer jam.
So if you're offended and want to slap me
Then you're welcome too it
But you'll finally have to meet me
Blah!!!!!
Sorry.......kinda got carried away
It would be very nice if I could meet you at Timmies
and we could talk over coffee....Ok???
You know....I think we have an awfull lot in common.
Hello?
Are you there??
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
The frustration of meeting someonethat keeps on being illusive.
TEMPTED?.....lol
Hey Y’all, queuing for the cheap seats and the stalls,
Let me show you my world, where the darkness speaks volumes,
As do the walls.
Any of you recognise yourselves in any of these tortured souls?
These?….Or those, toasting over the red hot coals?
Don’t be shy now…..You can tell me,
For to me your lives are of a delightful perspicacity!
Remember when someone once said they could see right through you?
You’ll love this….It’s a hoot….I really can do!
Perhaps ….You…..would like,
A privileged and prosperous life?
And …You…And you….A devilishly handsome husband,
Or a beautiful mini skirted wife?
None of it’s as impossible as you think,
I can fix anything for you, as quick as a wink,
You only have to say….
Well….that’s what friends are for, hey?
One …Small…Formality….Just sign here on the dotted line,
Stating that for favours granted…..
You would like your soul to be….MINE!
Let me show you my world, where the darkness speaks volumes,
As do the walls.
Any of you recognise yourselves in any of these tortured souls?
These?….Or those, toasting over the red hot coals?
Don’t be shy now…..You can tell me,
For to me your lives are of a delightful perspicacity!
Remember when someone once said they could see right through you?
You’ll love this….It’s a hoot….I really can do!
Perhaps ….You…..would like,
A privileged and prosperous life?
And …You…And you….A devilishly handsome husband,
Or a beautiful mini skirted wife?
None of it’s as impossible as you think,
I can fix anything for you, as quick as a wink,
You only have to say….
Well….that’s what friends are for, hey?
One …Small…Formality….Just sign here on the dotted line,
Stating that for favours granted…..
You would like your soul to be….MINE!
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
MWUHAHAHAHahahah!.......Andrew...xxx
Ice Flowers
With ragged nail I scrape
Lacy swirls of ice from windows
See cows in winter's landscape
Backs huddled, frosted with snow
Waiting for me to feed them, I know.
Splash diesel on kindling splinters
Waiting patiently for red glow
Curse the cold and pain of winter
Memories recalled from long ago
Wakened now, in the falling snow.
Freezing winds twist and whistle
Any warmth that the sun bequeaths
Leaving my bones bound and brittle
Cured and preserved in their own sheath.
Slowly melting like daydreams
Ice flows, slide down window
Years don't change, cattle wait in snow
Waiting for me to feed them, I know.
Lacy swirls of ice from windows
See cows in winter's landscape
Backs huddled, frosted with snow
Waiting for me to feed them, I know.
Splash diesel on kindling splinters
Waiting patiently for red glow
Curse the cold and pain of winter
Memories recalled from long ago
Wakened now, in the falling snow.
Freezing winds twist and whistle
Any warmth that the sun bequeaths
Leaving my bones bound and brittle
Cured and preserved in their own sheath.
Slowly melting like daydreams
Ice flows, slide down window
Years don't change, cattle wait in snow
Waiting for me to feed them, I know.
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
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