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LOVE LINES
If true love will find you someday
Let it just forever stay,
Keep it, don't drive love away
Good feelings inspire your way.
Take a journey together
Earth life is not forever
Make love stay in mind and heart
Light in us can't just depart.
Let it just forever stay,
Keep it, don't drive love away
Good feelings inspire your way.
Take a journey together
Earth life is not forever
Make love stay in mind and heart
Light in us can't just depart.
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
Simply love.
Monorhyme
Rover the dog sat under the tree
On top of him sat the flea
Together they wanted to go to sea
They had to wait till there was three
Rover asked the flea would you like tea
To which the reply was if it is free
Just then landed a honey bee
And Rover went down on one knee
Now three we are there's no admission fee
Off they went singing and shouting whoopee
On top of him sat the flea
Together they wanted to go to sea
They had to wait till there was three
Rover asked the flea would you like tea
To which the reply was if it is free
Just then landed a honey bee
And Rover went down on one knee
Now three we are there's no admission fee
Off they went singing and shouting whoopee
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Something different for fun
My Endless Mission
I sit alone.
I write, I think.
Searching for just one conclusion,
One ending.
To feel complete.
There's a missing piece, a cold black hole,
Which never ends...
Oh! The quessiness it sends!
Where's the way out?
Why am I stuck?
Am I a prisoner in this life?
Or just feeling left out?
There's always a missing piece,
No doubt.
That keeps me endlessly searching
For what I'm truly without.
I write, I think.
Searching for just one conclusion,
One ending.
To feel complete.
There's a missing piece, a cold black hole,
Which never ends...
Oh! The quessiness it sends!
Where's the way out?
Why am I stuck?
Am I a prisoner in this life?
Or just feeling left out?
There's always a missing piece,
No doubt.
That keeps me endlessly searching
For what I'm truly without.
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Posted: Feb 2017
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A Wet Day (Monorhyme)
I took a stroll on a wet November day
following a track down to the byway
there was a pile up causing a long delay
nearby some heaps of trash left to decay
rumbling sounds as I cross the tramway
then down the steep hill to the walkway
Into the park where i watch the children play
rain soaking me through, my hair in disarray
hangs down in threads, like papier-mache
when I get home and dry off, I sit and watch the bay
warm and cosy I drink my tea, watch the spray hit the quay
a blustery day with heavy showers, I decide inside now to stay
following a track down to the byway
there was a pile up causing a long delay
nearby some heaps of trash left to decay
rumbling sounds as I cross the tramway
then down the steep hill to the walkway
Into the park where i watch the children play
rain soaking me through, my hair in disarray
hangs down in threads, like papier-mache
when I get home and dry off, I sit and watch the bay
warm and cosy I drink my tea, watch the spray hit the quay
a blustery day with heavy showers, I decide inside now to stay
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Posted: Aug 2013
Post CommentI Recall (monorhyme)
So Many special moments in my mind
for some of them I have really pined
remembering those I have left behind
I can recall with clarity those declined
Special places that became entwined
in the canvas of my mind now redefined
I revisit with glee places enshrined
and recall magical moments that unwind
Outlined in gold in my mind defined
I walk and recall the ones I refined
people lost with who I wish to rebind
recalling some for who I once repined
Our lives are full of memories, signed
and dated they rattle in the wind
flashing past so fast they become twined
and stay as I recall them all to my mind
for some of them I have really pined
remembering those I have left behind
I can recall with clarity those declined
Special places that became entwined
in the canvas of my mind now redefined
I revisit with glee places enshrined
and recall magical moments that unwind
Outlined in gold in my mind defined
I walk and recall the ones I refined
people lost with who I wish to rebind
recalling some for who I once repined
Our lives are full of memories, signed
and dated they rattle in the wind
flashing past so fast they become twined
and stay as I recall them all to my mind
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Posted: Oct 2013
Post Commentpast last at the from
CAST AT LAST FROM THE PAST
I pray fervently you were my shadow
A silhouette sleek and narrow
As quickens the rhythm of my heart to bear
Should your shadow wish it might follow me everywhere
To never fade not even on cloudy days
You to be my shadow so wondrous in its ways
Inside and/or out
On a desert of doubt or in a pond knee shallow
Where fields are never found to be fallow
In the woods or on a meandering meadow
Where Autumnal leaves vie for space between yellow and red
Within the soul of all my days ahead
And those so long ago past
Dare do I to wish you were my lasting shadow cast
© 2011.…..free cee!
I pray fervently you were my shadow
A silhouette sleek and narrow
As quickens the rhythm of my heart to bear
Should your shadow wish it might follow me everywhere
To never fade not even on cloudy days
You to be my shadow so wondrous in its ways
Inside and/or out
On a desert of doubt or in a pond knee shallow
Where fields are never found to be fallow
In the woods or on a meandering meadow
Where Autumnal leaves vie for space between yellow and red
Within the soul of all my days ahead
And those so long ago past
Dare do I to wish you were my lasting shadow cast
© 2011.…..free cee!
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
because much as the Bible was dictated so men would scribe his words, instead i heard the voic of the dearly departed Mr. William Burroughs..there was a dude who wrote a lot of stuph and injected a lot of stuphA Bit Of This And That
A Bit Of This and That
Since early childhood he had been wandering the world
vast treks completed mainly on foot, some like in days of old
walking in the footsteps of Stanley and listening to tales told
of safari's into the depths of the dark continent there finding gold
crossing over the towering escarpment lighting fires against the
cold
huddling together sharing a self caught meal, settling down in fold
then onwards deeper finding an elephants grave yard, tusks already sold
their bones litter the valley, stark white bleached by the sun, some have mould
picked over by jackals and hyenas, who now the lions have departed grow bold
finding diamonds lying sparkling on the ground. Then onward to travel the world
Since early childhood he had been wandering the world
vast treks completed mainly on foot, some like in days of old
walking in the footsteps of Stanley and listening to tales told
of safari's into the depths of the dark continent there finding gold
crossing over the towering escarpment lighting fires against the
cold
huddling together sharing a self caught meal, settling down in fold
then onwards deeper finding an elephants grave yard, tusks already sold
their bones litter the valley, stark white bleached by the sun, some have mould
picked over by jackals and hyenas, who now the lions have departed grow bold
finding diamonds lying sparkling on the ground. Then onward to travel the world
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Posted: Apr 2014
Post CommentIF IT'S OUR TIME, WE HAVE TO GO
Uncertain times, what to do
Can't just sulk and be blue
Can't make a world full of woe
Live with fears, why suffer so...
If it's our time, we have to go
We can't tell, we may never know
It can be fast, it can be slow
Give back our Creator what we owe
Before we part to the valley below.
Flying high where the winds blow
Our spirits join the stars to glow
If it's our time, we have to go
We can't tell, we may never know.
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Posted: May 2020
About this poem:
There's a certain fear with an invisible enemy in our midst. But I believe, if it's our time to go, we have to go wherever we are.THEY NEVER GOT OLD ENOUGH TO LEAVE THEIR MARK
TWENTY FRIENDS, TWENTY HEADSTONES, NOW ETCHED BY THE WIND AND COLD
TWENTY FRIENDS WHO FELL TO A LIE THEY ALL AND EACH WERE TOLD
ALL ASSIGNED THE ASSURANCE AND WERE ASSUAGED THAT POWDER
WOULD NEVER OVERPOWER
TWENTY FRIENDS WHO SO LONG AGO MET A MOST UN-FORTUITOUS HOUR
TWENTY FOUND IN EARTHEN BROWN'S ABODE IS NOW THEIR BED
TWENTY HEADSTONES RECOLLECTED WELL WITHIN MY HEAD
TWENTY HEADSTONES ERECTED WITHIN A MOST MAUDLIN YARD
TWENTY FRIENDS FOR WHOM DEATH HAD TREATED WITH A DISCONCERTING DISREGARD
AND THROUGH THAT YARD A BREEZE OF "NEVER-WOULD-BE's" COMETH THEN TO BLOW
WHEN DOPE BEGOT MISERY FOR TWENTY
TWENTY FOR TWENTY
TWENTY YEARS AGO
(C) 2011....
TWENTY FRIENDS WHO FELL TO A LIE THEY ALL AND EACH WERE TOLD
ALL ASSIGNED THE ASSURANCE AND WERE ASSUAGED THAT POWDER
WOULD NEVER OVERPOWER
TWENTY FRIENDS WHO SO LONG AGO MET A MOST UN-FORTUITOUS HOUR
TWENTY FOUND IN EARTHEN BROWN'S ABODE IS NOW THEIR BED
TWENTY HEADSTONES RECOLLECTED WELL WITHIN MY HEAD
TWENTY HEADSTONES ERECTED WITHIN A MOST MAUDLIN YARD
TWENTY FRIENDS FOR WHOM DEATH HAD TREATED WITH A DISCONCERTING DISREGARD
AND THROUGH THAT YARD A BREEZE OF "NEVER-WOULD-BE's" COMETH THEN TO BLOW
WHEN DOPE BEGOT MISERY FOR TWENTY
TWENTY FOR TWENTY
TWENTY YEARS AGO
(C) 2011....
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
~free cee~! and how much would you wager that if we met and spent one half hour together you'd swear you just came upon the most intelligent gentleman you have or ever will be likely to see again,then i arise and walk away with you swearing you met a genius in the flesh....i come back and give me another half-hour and you'll walk away thinking you just encountered the dumbest man on earth? AND I NEED ANY MORE SHRIMP ON YOUR MISUNDERSTANDING BARBIE!
What I've Done
In his last desperation,
Before he takes his life,
How broad his life was,
How narrow became his mind,-
"Tomorrow can bring a new day!",
"If tomorrow ever comes,"
"Everyday is the same thing,"
What has he done?-
In his self-isolation,
Refusing to feel any pain,
"Time for you to grow up,"
That is what she once said,-
He picked up his guitar,
Carefully placed it in the case,
At the young age of 41,
"Too old for childish games,"-
Yesterday and depression,
Between both, there he stands,
A price for him to go by,
The cost of being a man,-
"Killing myself to provide,"
"I know this can't go on,"
Was the last words he spoke to me,
What has he done?
What have I done?
What I've done--
Before he takes his life,
How broad his life was,
How narrow became his mind,-
"Tomorrow can bring a new day!",
"If tomorrow ever comes,"
"Everyday is the same thing,"
What has he done?-
In his self-isolation,
Refusing to feel any pain,
"Time for you to grow up,"
That is what she once said,-
He picked up his guitar,
Carefully placed it in the case,
At the young age of 41,
"Too old for childish games,"-
Yesterday and depression,
Between both, there he stands,
A price for him to go by,
The cost of being a man,-
"Killing myself to provide,"
"I know this can't go on,"
Was the last words he spoke to me,
What has he done?
What have I done?
What I've done--
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Posted: Jan 2022
About this poem:
I wrote this one 4-19-2011 just by basically finger picking at some chords on the guitar, then I started writing and rearranging the sound.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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