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online today!Indecision
Been thinking about us a lot lately
And it's making me feel kind of a wreck
Not sure to know how to feel exactly
Just wondering how long we're going to trek
Liking each other a lot that's for sure
Can be the same as only be a friend
Who is sure things will change in the future
When we can't predict what's around the bend
Can you imagine you want more than that
Can't just not think because we think too much
Now so very torn 'cause we've arrived at
This point to make a decision as such
Love too fleeting to capture in a net
Up until the day that you and I met
And it's making me feel kind of a wreck
Not sure to know how to feel exactly
Just wondering how long we're going to trek
Liking each other a lot that's for sure
Can be the same as only be a friend
Who is sure things will change in the future
When we can't predict what's around the bend
Can you imagine you want more than that
Can't just not think because we think too much
Now so very torn 'cause we've arrived at
This point to make a decision as such
Love too fleeting to capture in a net
Up until the day that you and I met
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
The complex human nature we call love.online today!Clefts In The Rock
Snow falls softly over quiet meadow
A soliloquy of stillness pervades
My floating thoughts are only an echo
Humanity hesitates and evades
A chilling cold becomes a welcomed hush
Old smile still frozen on its sightless face
Beautiful eyes once filled with tears so lush
Death welcomes all in its muted embrace
Sadly life abandons our greatest Host
A rusted barbed wire strand become our crown
Mankind becoming cold, deaf as a post
Maybe a branch a knife will whittle down
Come gather together my scattered flock
Time to stop hiding 'tween clefts in the rock
A soliloquy of stillness pervades
My floating thoughts are only an echo
Humanity hesitates and evades
A chilling cold becomes a welcomed hush
Old smile still frozen on its sightless face
Beautiful eyes once filled with tears so lush
Death welcomes all in its muted embrace
Sadly life abandons our greatest Host
A rusted barbed wire strand become our crown
Mankind becoming cold, deaf as a post
Maybe a branch a knife will whittle down
Come gather together my scattered flock
Time to stop hiding 'tween clefts in the rock
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
A deliberate use of metaphor to protest against the emptiness of violent death......and the complete lack of faith, hope, charity, and love sometimes found in my fellow man in this sometimes desolate world as one would imagine if one could gaze across a barren winter battlefield.online today!Her Soft Touch
Soft wool sweater hung loosely on her limbs
Her smile as demure as warm southern seas
Green eyes frothing in slow simmerin' swims
Rose petals falling like leaves in a breeze
Touch me, my bare heart, gently take my hand
Let me lead you in most enchantin' dance
Feet flying as drifts feathers in the wind
Soaring in spirits let's define romance
Let me smell wild lavender on your skin
Feeling, brushing silky sweet close to mine
Growing smiles each tender caressin' grin
Her soft touch... and my heart trembles so fine
So slowly let's dance under swirling stars
Even only in dreams... like sharing ours
Her smile as demure as warm southern seas
Green eyes frothing in slow simmerin' swims
Rose petals falling like leaves in a breeze
Touch me, my bare heart, gently take my hand
Let me lead you in most enchantin' dance
Feet flying as drifts feathers in the wind
Soaring in spirits let's define romance
Let me smell wild lavender on your skin
Feeling, brushing silky sweet close to mine
Growing smiles each tender caressin' grin
Her soft touch... and my heart trembles so fine
So slowly let's dance under swirling stars
Even only in dreams... like sharing ours
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
Inspired by the girl of my dreams......on just another lonely night...searching for her....in my heart....online today!When Nothingness Matters
My frozen world becomes broken in time
Splinters of beauty does cracklin' ice bring
Those gentle clinks of a muffled wind chime
Wintered valley hear a tolling bell ring
Smokey steam rises from a running brook
Drifts lazily through a dark barren branch
Across the sleeping woods might be forsook
Iced o'er water making the earth's blood stanch
Depart these last days of winter sublime
Water turning vapor before my eyes
Restless as spirits will rise in their time
Ghostly apparitions we need surmise
Castawaya dreams imaginary
Exist either whole or fragmentary
Splinters of beauty does cracklin' ice bring
Those gentle clinks of a muffled wind chime
Wintered valley hear a tolling bell ring
Smokey steam rises from a running brook
Drifts lazily through a dark barren branch
Across the sleeping woods might be forsook
Iced o'er water making the earth's blood stanch
Depart these last days of winter sublime
Water turning vapor before my eyes
Restless as spirits will rise in their time
Ghostly apparitions we need surmise
Castawaya dreams imaginary
Exist either whole or fragmentary
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
This sonnet is written as a sublime portals of slightly warmer runoff water enters a slowly swollen stream just beginning to rise with the coming of the first warm rains of spring over a land still frozen in winter time.
Little Bud
One fine spring morn as I walked through the wood,
I spied an uncommon handsome little bud.
It stood out from the rest on a chestnut tree,
I know not why it so appealed to me.
I watched it through the summer as it grew.
Its splendour and its beauty stood it apart.
Its green was of the most enchanting hue,
and to that regal leaf I lost my heart.
Then September came and turned my leaf to red;
by October my beloved leaf was dead.
I spied an uncommon handsome little bud.
It stood out from the rest on a chestnut tree,
I know not why it so appealed to me.
I watched it through the summer as it grew.
Its splendour and its beauty stood it apart.
Its green was of the most enchanting hue,
and to that regal leaf I lost my heart.
Then September came and turned my leaf to red;
by October my beloved leaf was dead.
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
A tale of summer love.
By The Babbling Brook
Together we walk by the babbling brook,
Slowly flow the waters upon their way.
So cool are the waters on which we look,
As along forest floor the brook does play.
You and i standing in each others arms,
As we watch the brook as it softly flows.
Sun glints on the water enhancing charms,
As sweet Love within our hearts it does grow.
We hear the soft voice of the babbling brook,
It whispers its cool words into our ears,
Upon the playful waters we do look.
Remembering all our most peaceful years.
Our Love shall ever be an open book,
As in Love we stand By The Babbling Brook.
Slowly flow the waters upon their way.
So cool are the waters on which we look,
As along forest floor the brook does play.
You and i standing in each others arms,
As we watch the brook as it softly flows.
Sun glints on the water enhancing charms,
As sweet Love within our hearts it does grow.
We hear the soft voice of the babbling brook,
It whispers its cool words into our ears,
Upon the playful waters we do look.
Remembering all our most peaceful years.
Our Love shall ever be an open book,
As in Love we stand By The Babbling Brook.
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Posted: Sep 2017
About this poem:
I had a dream and wrote it down in Sonnet form. The dream was love.Fighting the Good Fight
I wage my war on Satan with my Bible,
I scare the whinging Liberals with my gun.
I go to church on Sunday when I’m able,
I hunt and shoot God’s critters just for fun.
The good book tells us what becomes of sinners,
be they atheist, abortionist or gay.
The God fearing and righteous will be winners,
the rest will burn in hell on judgement day.
For the cause of God’s law we must fight,
but only if you’re Christian, Republican and white.
I scare the whinging Liberals with my gun.
I go to church on Sunday when I’m able,
I hunt and shoot God’s critters just for fun.
The good book tells us what becomes of sinners,
be they atheist, abortionist or gay.
The God fearing and righteous will be winners,
the rest will burn in hell on judgement day.
For the cause of God’s law we must fight,
but only if you’re Christian, Republican and white.
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Posted: Nov 2018
About this poem:
I wrote this poem as a tribute to some of the good people I’ve met in the CS forum and blogs.
You gotta love him.
My lover's eyes are crossed, wave to and fro,
His nose, an ogre's ridge, much to the fore,
I send him out each day and hope he'll go
And not come back 'till this lifetime is o'er.
His skin is dire and pitted like a grid,
Wild hair all matted as a rabid dog,
Great forehead huge, yet pea-sized in the id
And voice that would offend a deafened frog.
To his ablutions he won't give a fig.
He reeks of cat's pee and of fouled roe, fried.
His fingernails would be just cause to dig,
Yes, on his stinking clothes fleas catch a ride!
Yet forged in his intent to spare the rod,
A caring heart, that plain, was wrought of God
His nose, an ogre's ridge, much to the fore,
I send him out each day and hope he'll go
And not come back 'till this lifetime is o'er.
His skin is dire and pitted like a grid,
Wild hair all matted as a rabid dog,
Great forehead huge, yet pea-sized in the id
And voice that would offend a deafened frog.
To his ablutions he won't give a fig.
He reeks of cat's pee and of fouled roe, fried.
His fingernails would be just cause to dig,
Yes, on his stinking clothes fleas catch a ride!
Yet forged in his intent to spare the rod,
A caring heart, that plain, was wrought of God
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Posted: Nov 2018
About this poem:
It's not about what's on the outside.Don’t drop me in it
Don’t drop me in it if you see my wife,
don’t tell her where you saw me yesterday.
I know you wouldn’t want to cause me strife,
and if you told her, there’d be hell to pay,
I wasn’t doing anything improper,
but even so, she wouldn’t understand.
Once she starts there is no way to stop her.
When she loses it things soon get out of hand.
I am aware of how it looked and what you’re thinking,
but what you thought it was, well it was not
No doubt you just assumed that I’d been drinking
when you thought you saw me doing you know what.
I’m glad we’ve had this chance to sort this out,
and that my side of the story has been put.
So now you know there’s nothing to make a fuss about,
I’m relying on you to keep your big mouth shut.
So thanks a lot for this, you won’t regret it.
Oh, and that twenty quid you owe me, let’s just forget it.
don’t tell her where you saw me yesterday.
I know you wouldn’t want to cause me strife,
and if you told her, there’d be hell to pay,
I wasn’t doing anything improper,
but even so, she wouldn’t understand.
Once she starts there is no way to stop her.
When she loses it things soon get out of hand.
I am aware of how it looked and what you’re thinking,
but what you thought it was, well it was not
No doubt you just assumed that I’d been drinking
when you thought you saw me doing you know what.
I’m glad we’ve had this chance to sort this out,
and that my side of the story has been put.
So now you know there’s nothing to make a fuss about,
I’m relying on you to keep your big mouth shut.
So thanks a lot for this, you won’t regret it.
Oh, and that twenty quid you owe me, let’s just forget it.
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Posted: Apr 2019
About this poem:
Men, what are they like?
If I Could Question Love.
Such joyous Love, why do you make me weep ?
This heart so warm, yet aches without relent,
My mind so tired, still you deprive my sleep,
Each waking hour consumed with sweet torment.
Why do I fall so heavy for your charms ?
Besotted by the lure of womanhood,
And when I'm wrapped in calming female arms,
Why do you raise wild torrents in my blood ?
So many hearts you break with utter grief,
Oh Love, why must we toil to be your slave ?
How can you be so fickle and so brief ?
And yet for some, endure beyond the grave.
The answers lie within Love's tangled mire,
Strewn amidst the agony and the fire
This heart so warm, yet aches without relent,
My mind so tired, still you deprive my sleep,
Each waking hour consumed with sweet torment.
Why do I fall so heavy for your charms ?
Besotted by the lure of womanhood,
And when I'm wrapped in calming female arms,
Why do you raise wild torrents in my blood ?
So many hearts you break with utter grief,
Oh Love, why must we toil to be your slave ?
How can you be so fickle and so brief ?
And yet for some, endure beyond the grave.
The answers lie within Love's tangled mire,
Strewn amidst the agony and the fire
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Posted: Oct 29
About this poem:
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