Last Commented Ballad Poems (503)

I like ice cream on a sunny day and birds singing in the month of May, I like to see caterpillars crawl, snow fall, rain against my window pane, stormy winds that make me shiver, and float in peace on a winding river, I like peaceful times, soulful rhymes, but most of all, how it should be, what I'd like to see, is I care for you, and you care for me.

Sometimes, nothing means more!

Desist! resist! for we dare not fall into this wayward quest, hearts broken in foolish folly, love scorned as life persists and all for what?, tis better to be than not to be, to find ourselves and not misery, so, friend or foe it matter not, for when we play this game we all end the same!

I know there's a dark cloud hiding in the sky, waiting and watching where we lie, but it will never find us, when all that we can see, is u+me = love and how it should be.

Space and time mean what?, How long have I got in this spot? For space to exist, we need time, for time to exist we need space, what does that mean for the human race? We exist in our own personal paradigm, what we believe is true for all our time, we don't know, and we can't believe it's all a show, time and space, law of gravity, you can't fall up? clear for all to see!? But, the Theory of Relativity is not what it seems to be, the greatest minds and all their finds are subject to scrutiny, creation is just imagination, and tomorrow we could fall up if we want to, its up to me and its up to you.








Nothing EVER ceases to exist, it changes form

A prison ship in the vastness of space, prisoners all, the human race, illusions of freedom to keep all blind, no truth allowed, there's nothing to find, only rules and regulations, laws for populations, to think is frowned upon, verbalise or analyse, contemplate? its too late, humanity has lost its way, its time , its here but nothing to fear, it will end in a blink, and then start anew, a whole new world for me and you, rejuvenation for every nation, just hope its a better Godly Creation.

You need to ask questions or you will never know what road to take, which way to go, so observe and learn to find your way, but be yourself, come what may!

If there is an art to writing or poetry, it comes from the heart not what you see, and all lifes troubles and happiness, are all laid bare, more or less, thats a wonderful gift given to few, the ability to express the real you, in words and thymes, to let it all go, especially in these trying times, I read your words and try to see, understand the meaning what it could be, its sometimes encoded, but its all I need to imagine its me!
So, I'll mention a few, Abby1963, thank you for being complimentary to me, and EXRED3, Just like Abby your comments were nice to see, then we have Oceanzest, so hard to rhyme, I'll take a rest, before I compliment him on his poetry, well done you three.
And soutmiamia4321, I reflect on your comments,well done.
So, this is just to acknowledge you all, and if I dont comment,I'm homeless again, didn't pay my rent. (just joking) There's more that I missed, ,,,,,,,,,,, so,,, I'd like to thank mr and mrs ,,,,,,,,, for getting me here,,, winning this award is just soo special to me,,,I'd like to thank my family,,, Joe Bloggs, the bus driver who let me off outside, its all been a great ride.
Bye for now, see you again, beam me up Scotty,,,,,,,,,,Scotty,,,?,,,where did you go Scotty?,,,


Postcript: This speech did not use any Que cards, I am solely responsible,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Scotty?,,,Scotty?,, where the hell are you?,, get me outta here quick!

What's the difference, between life and existence? If I shoot myself in the head, do I spend the rest of my life dead? Is that impossible? An illusion? or a Cotard delusion?
Do we exist because we are alive?, or are we alive just because we exist?
Now quantum mechanics finds it so...it does not matter where we go,. the quantum superposition is not a superstition, it shows where we are at, its, well, Schrödinger's cat.
Ok?

So, I'm an old oak tree, frostbitten, snowed over, windswept and left to be be!.. Seen and then forgotten. BUT young elves have played at my feet, swong from my arms, lovers lost in bliss, underneath my leaves, held in my arms, but they did not know, ,,,,,,that I know, that I am!