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online today!A Quiet Shoreline
Scarcer are days when the world feels so light
Boundless energy into dreaming eyes
Reflections of stars luminating night
When deep into dark fissures no fear lies
In my grateful walk is my head held high
Nothing in my way I take a sure stride
On a path of life that's more a journey
Across the quiet shoreline at low tide
Over sand still wet and firm my feet glide
Barely a trace to mark I have passed by
The dark sea only a hush by my side
Time moves as fast as the blink of an eye
In solitude I hear my own heart beat
With no good cause at all to drag my feet
Boundless energy into dreaming eyes
Reflections of stars luminating night
When deep into dark fissures no fear lies
In my grateful walk is my head held high
Nothing in my way I take a sure stride
On a path of life that's more a journey
Across the quiet shoreline at low tide
Over sand still wet and firm my feet glide
Barely a trace to mark I have passed by
The dark sea only a hush by my side
Time moves as fast as the blink of an eye
In solitude I hear my own heart beat
With no good cause at all to drag my feet
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
The sonnet is reflective of a quiet nightime stroll down by the seaon those rare occurrances when the sea is calm and all the stars are out shining brightly. I contemplate what I must do to capture this feeling and make it last in my mind.
online today!300th poem "Mine to Blame"
Those careless days as selfishness reveals
Where once all love was missing from my heart
Least solace for my fellow mans' ideals
Whose wealth only serves to set us apart
Be gentle still while my compassion swirls
Wonderful thoughts fancied soon fleeting gone
My Master would make strings of perfect pearls
As I would have no luck to happen on
Ah me, I stumble on paths well trodden
Discarded shells glitter in my wet hands
In my pockets full of weeds well sodden
Piled up on an oceans' broken sands
Like searching into a soul I would tame
If for only my life was mine to blame
Where once all love was missing from my heart
Least solace for my fellow mans' ideals
Whose wealth only serves to set us apart
Be gentle still while my compassion swirls
Wonderful thoughts fancied soon fleeting gone
My Master would make strings of perfect pearls
As I would have no luck to happen on
Ah me, I stumble on paths well trodden
Discarded shells glitter in my wet hands
In my pockets full of weeds well sodden
Piled up on an oceans' broken sands
Like searching into a soul I would tame
If for only my life was mine to blame
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
I am deeply reflective with self awareness on this most festive day of Thanksgiving...like my Puritan fathers before me....is my fate upon the shores of new and wild land.online today!Eyes So Icy Blue
Time spreads apart many crests of a wave
Flow in cadence falling on sandy shores
Wash away any trace our souls to save
Even our footprints vanish mine and yours
Eyes shine like liquid stars so icy blue
Blind almost so pale in color make ghosts
Bumps up against darkness' glittering hue
Where deep green sea meet at the coasts
Forever drowned in a dream when each breath
A stench of decay mists into my breast
That what leaves behind after cheating death
Through rocky portals swirl a life compressed
A dank stormy night face a mighty sea
When gulls are crying and laughing at me
Flow in cadence falling on sandy shores
Wash away any trace our souls to save
Even our footprints vanish mine and yours
Eyes shine like liquid stars so icy blue
Blind almost so pale in color make ghosts
Bumps up against darkness' glittering hue
Where deep green sea meet at the coasts
Forever drowned in a dream when each breath
A stench of decay mists into my breast
That what leaves behind after cheating death
Through rocky portals swirl a life compressed
A dank stormy night face a mighty sea
When gulls are crying and laughing at me
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
A sinking feeling to describe the smell of death washing up upon a stormy shore as it conjures up fleeting images of time and mortality for 'who knows who we really are' when our whole life is only like footprints found in the sand...... here today and gone tomorrow......online today!Paddling into Paradise (Soulgoddess' Challenge)
Full summer sun over water edges
Shove away kayak from shore at Mac's Bend
Down river past the towering sedges
A story about worlds that never end
Any splendor more worthy to relish
When nature appears right before your eyes
Is a wonderful life to embellish
Better than anything minds will devise
Such is red fox trotting down the shoreline
Hunting in search of some prey to come by
Fiercely two eyes a predator combine
With such cunning and skill can under lie
My kayak on the water drifting by
Will always simply give me the glad eye
Shove away kayak from shore at Mac's Bend
Down river past the towering sedges
A story about worlds that never end
Any splendor more worthy to relish
When nature appears right before your eyes
Is a wonderful life to embellish
Better than anything minds will devise
Such is red fox trotting down the shoreline
Hunting in search of some prey to come by
Fiercely two eyes a predator combine
With such cunning and skill can under lie
My kayak on the water drifting by
Will always simply give me the glad eye
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
I am fortunate to live in one of the most wildest and rural landscapes in America, teaming with abundent wildlife, so at any moment during my many sojourns into nature is found what I can only define as my Carpe Diem...that is simply to watch and 'enjoy nature'....online today!Spirit Walking
When walking aimless down an old dirt road
My restless soul drifts away like a cloud
Desperate to lighten my weary load
Fleeing troubled world of the disavowed
Afloat the birdsong and chirping crickets
Weaker and stronger coming and going
Sweet berries growing wild in the thickets
Gently leaves rattle in a breeze blowing
Castaway my soul drifts from it's mooring
Not aided by some confined moving hull
Such freedom won is very alluring
Escaping vagrant thoughts outside my skull
A slow and quiet journey down this road
Where my spirit floats and lightens my load
My restless soul drifts away like a cloud
Desperate to lighten my weary load
Fleeing troubled world of the disavowed
Afloat the birdsong and chirping crickets
Weaker and stronger coming and going
Sweet berries growing wild in the thickets
Gently leaves rattle in a breeze blowing
Castaway my soul drifts from it's mooring
Not aided by some confined moving hull
Such freedom won is very alluring
Escaping vagrant thoughts outside my skull
A slow and quiet journey down this road
Where my spirit floats and lightens my load
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I am embellishing the sense of a vagabond hippie (my alter ego) taking a journey down an old logging road only experiencing what nature comes along his path and allowing this nature to nurture a weary soul and freeing some spirit to walk along with me ....online today!Mountain Glory
A fallen tree spans o’er a gurgling brook
A shiny creature ‘neath streaks rainbow hue
Around swirling eddies finds a safe nook
Hiding in the foam and froth oozing through
Each careful step light on feet I approach
My huddled form crawling down on all fours
Closer and closer as I dare to encroach
Cautious for a shadow stay on the shores
Now with a much practiced flip of the wrist
Cast away line tied to bright feathered fly
In an instant jerks its head with a twist
My line goes taut in the blink of an eye
Quickly I reel in towards the closest shore
A fabled mountain brook trout I came for
A shiny creature ‘neath streaks rainbow hue
Around swirling eddies finds a safe nook
Hiding in the foam and froth oozing through
Each careful step light on feet I approach
My huddled form crawling down on all fours
Closer and closer as I dare to encroach
Cautious for a shadow stay on the shores
Now with a much practiced flip of the wrist
Cast away line tied to bright feathered fly
In an instant jerks its head with a twist
My line goes taut in the blink of an eye
Quickly I reel in towards the closest shore
A fabled mountain brook trout I came for
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
Under the rich green canopy of a mountain forestIn a twisting, gurgling stream one may find the ever
exclusive brook trout.
Byegone London.
It was a time when local dialects rang,
to the dulcet sounds of 'cockney' slang,
conversely then, cinemas spoke not a word,
yet, a time, when its softer voice was heard,
Oxford Street, Oh! there in windows fine,
one saw manaquins, displaying exquisite crinoline
and in the self-same place exhibiting thus,
Top Hat and Tails in Haut Couture ubiquitus,
and such, on open carriages velours rare,
doyens seated, amidst the solitude of care,
neither speach nor thought they need apply,
such their quietude, nursed stars on high,
One moment brief they ensconced would be,
immune, from Hades World and its insanity.
to the dulcet sounds of 'cockney' slang,
conversely then, cinemas spoke not a word,
yet, a time, when its softer voice was heard,
Oxford Street, Oh! there in windows fine,
one saw manaquins, displaying exquisite crinoline
and in the self-same place exhibiting thus,
Top Hat and Tails in Haut Couture ubiquitus,
and such, on open carriages velours rare,
doyens seated, amidst the solitude of care,
neither speach nor thought they need apply,
such their quietude, nursed stars on high,
One moment brief they ensconced would be,
immune, from Hades World and its insanity.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
A sonnet on construction, highlighting how we all too often? wax lyrical about bygone days, yet in general, it was far from the truth, hopefully, the closing couplet focuses the condradiction to the previous twelve lines.
Where Are You My Friend
I looked across the empty barren field
Where the land seemed to lay silent and still
Remembering a time when it once yield
Now everything seems destined to be killed
I knocked on your door then let myself in
Emptiness was found took my breath away
My heart cried "Where oh where are you my friend"
Did you leave before I could come today
Closing the door wasn't easy on me
Had to let the land lay fallow awhile
Sometimes you must just let the world be
You don't just give up and throw in the towel
Returned to the field to plant some more seeds
The harvest is growing don't see a weed
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Where the land seemed to lay silent and still
Remembering a time when it once yield
Now everything seems destined to be killed
I knocked on your door then let myself in
Emptiness was found took my breath away
My heart cried "Where oh where are you my friend"
Did you leave before I could come today
Closing the door wasn't easy on me
Had to let the land lay fallow awhile
Sometimes you must just let the world be
You don't just give up and throw in the towel
Returned to the field to plant some more seeds
The harvest is growing don't see a weed
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Posted: May 2012
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As You Lie Sleeping
As you lie sleeping,
I peek inside your dreams.
As you lie sleeping,
You dance on moonlight's beams.
As you lie sleeping,
I know your love is true.
As you lie sleeping,
My arms still ache for you.
As you lie sleeping,
You dwell inside my core.
As you lie sleeping,
I love you even more.
My heart you are keeping.
As you lie there sleeping.
I peek inside your dreams.
As you lie sleeping,
You dance on moonlight's beams.
As you lie sleeping,
I know your love is true.
As you lie sleeping,
My arms still ache for you.
As you lie sleeping,
You dwell inside my core.
As you lie sleeping,
I love you even more.
My heart you are keeping.
As you lie there sleeping.
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
Six hours time difference...
palaver
today's rhetoric just makes me sick
"undue use of exaggeration or display"
say some bull and which details to pick
just ignore some facts that get in the way
is beneath contempt for well thought mind
and generally a nuisance for all society
won't solve problems and merely designed
to get one's way and claim soapbox piety
so before I go jump in some grandiose lake
and take argument hook, line, and sinker
to think I'll swallow it all is a mistake
I'll be my own man and a freethinker
take your bite, your blurb and try again
speak with intelligence and use your brain
© agoodguy2have 2011-06-29
"undue use of exaggeration or display"
say some bull and which details to pick
just ignore some facts that get in the way
is beneath contempt for well thought mind
and generally a nuisance for all society
won't solve problems and merely designed
to get one's way and claim soapbox piety
so before I go jump in some grandiose lake
and take argument hook, line, and sinker
to think I'll swallow it all is a mistake
I'll be my own man and a freethinker
take your bite, your blurb and try again
speak with intelligence and use your brain
© agoodguy2have 2011-06-29
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Posted: Jul 2011
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