While watching rolling waves from the distant there
Past loves come to mind
Bringing me there to here to my place of peace
These tidy sands at my feet
My mind’s eye takes me beyond the wave’s horizon
To dream my dreams of wishes to come, as this eye foresees
Who is out there?
Within and without I and it questions
That calls me past my feet and sand
Where drifts of memory and presence
Entwine and dissolve to paint in hues
Of who, this is, that I am.
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Posted: Oct 2018
About this poem:
A poem of reflection while looking out at the ocean horizon. Maybe you experienced something like this?
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We are a continuum
mother earth
birth of the stars
shining to show the path
seemingly endless
upon immediate concept
We are a longing
time may be considered
mirrored opposites
chance and choice
change unavoidable
as doubt
We are reborn
rocks crumble into liquids
an ocean to master
through deception or respect
Neptune's Fork
shield’s its source
We are a decisive god
associative problematic
Intelligent if not of choice
driven to Columbus’ edge
death & discovery
A Continuum We Are
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Posted: Oct 2018
About this poem:
A zigsaw poem? and just wondering how the pieces-the phrases might fit together. Believe there is a central theme here. If we turn it upside down........
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I stand up on this paper stage
With only words to express
The deepest vowels, the highest consonants
Of what our hearts request
Dream on, sing on with me
In octaves of your own originality
Watch your words form linear lines
That move and bend in space and time
Imagination, Yes, Imagination
Give us old images of new shape and form
Imagination, Yes, Imagination
With each of our renewed perceptions, truly we are reborn
For all the poets and painters, writers and singers of song
Upon the written page
Let us write and recite our own thoughts and dreams
As we stand upon this paper stage
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Posted: Oct 2018
About this poem:
A poem dedicated to writers in voices of different forms/genres. Of the styles to chose from- chant seems the most close to my poem’s style but that doesn’t quiet nail it for me. Any thoughts on this?
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Hands reaching across the Sea of Possibilities
Faces reflected in the Tides of Time
Nature struggles between growth and necessity
Knowledge bridges today and choice
Water, water, Gift of Life
Heal our Hearts before the poison flows
Water, water, Gift of life
Heal our Hearts before the poison flows
Distance judged by the length of our readings
Time measured in the hope of our days
Science tests the truths of theology
Faith waits for the holding of hands
Water, water, Gift of life
Heal our hearts before the poison flows
Water, water, Gift of life
Heal our hearts before the poison flows
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Posted: Oct 2018
About this poem:
The title ‘Water Without Judgement’ popped into my head and it stuck. Huh? What could that mean? Wrote this about 30 years ago and I still wonder. Think I was reading Will Durant’s ‘Story of Philosophy’ at the time. So this book and other works of different philosophers brought my writing of poetry often to take on a philosophical bent.
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I want to be your animal, baby
Make me growl Make me purr Make me roar
I want to be your animal, baby
Bite your lips Kiss your curves Make you soar
I want to be your animal, baby
Sigh a thigh My oh my, Push on deeply more
I want to be your animal, baby
Make me growl Make me purr Make me roar
Twisted moves and magic hands
Takes a body on up high
Twisted moves and magic hands
Pulls out a moan in a silent sigh
Twisted moves and magic hands
Pushes on delights to tumble and fly
Twisted moves and magic hands
Such moan and sigh, My oh my, My oh my
Slip and slide in a sweet hot ride
How slow and low we wanna go
Slip and slide in a sweet hot ride
Some wet spice for smooth tight delight
Slip and slide in a sweet hot ride
Stones and slow blues tempo my stereo
Slip and slide in a sweet hot ride
Slippery warm slide into a bliss kiss we go
I want to be your animal, baby
Make me growl Make me purr Make me roar
I want to be your animal, baby
Bite your lips Kiss your curves Make you soar
I want to be your animal, baby
Sigh a thigh My oh my, Push on deeply more
I want to be your animal, baby
Make me growl Make me purr Make me roar
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Posted: Oct 2018
About this poem:
Written for a girlfriend a few years ago, expressions and impressions of our most passionate moments
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I want to be your animal, baby
Make me growl Make me purr Make me roar
I want to be your animal, baby
Bite your lips Kiss your curves Make you soar
I want to be your animal, baby
Sigh a thigh My oh my, Push on deeply more
I want to be your animal, baby
Make me growl Make me purr Make me roar
Twisted moves and magic hands
Takes a body on up high
Twisted moves and magic hands
Pulls out a moan in a silent sigh
Twisted moves and magic hands
Pushes on delights to tumble and fly
Twisted moves and magic hands
Such moan and sigh, My oh my, My oh my
Slip and slide in a sweet hot ride
How slow and low we wanna go
Slip and slide in a sweet hot ride
Some wet spice for smooth tight delight
Slip and slide in a sweet hot ride
Stones and slow blues tempo my stereo
Slip and slide in a sweet hot ride
Slippery warm slide into a bliss kiss we go
I want to be your animal, baby
Make me growl Make me purr Make me roar
I want to be your animal, baby
Bite your lip Kiss your curves Make you soar
I want to be your animal, baby
Sigh a thigh My oh my, Push on deeply more
I want to be your animal, baby
Make me growl Make me purr Make me roar
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2018
About this poem:
Written for a girlfriend a few years ago, expressions and impressions of our most passionate moments
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The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear..... what is haunting me?
The wise owl hoots a way.... round a crooked bend
Something crawls down my spine... as old as wicked sin
The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear.... what is haunting me?
Like Dracula's cloak... a silence floats... Crawling in the black night air
Mystic rush from my lips.... what is haunting me?
My hand stretched out to test the fear... This should I dare?
Deepest fog clutch my senses.... Such a strange nightly air
The night time is calling..... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear.... what is haunting me?
Each illusion spinning round.... sounds inside sounds
Spinning on for--e---ver mooore
Hallucinations have their place..... not where to haunt the mind
This darkness breath to my ear... what is haunting me?
The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear what is haunting me?
The wise owl hoots a way.... round a crooked bend
Something crawls down my spine.... as old as wicked sin
The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear... what is haunting me?
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Posted: Sep 2018
About this poem:
What may haunt us inside or outside of ourselves? This is one that just ‘came to me’- you know, the muse came to visit for a while. The setting is ‘walking through the spooky ole woods alone’ but I think there’s more to the story. What do you think? And this also evolved to become a song.
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'Tellin' Things No One Else Should Know'
author: guitarpoet99
I can tell you things no else should know
There's something in your smile
I've never seen before
Let's take a guitar strum
To our next harmony
Where a good friend
Is all a hurtin' heart needs
Chorus
It ain't a matter of thinkin' the heart can't change
There's no fool here falling behind a second time
If the days seem too lonely and a hand needs company
You can tell me things no else should know
An angel's voice to my ear tells me you're near
In her melody she sings of answered prayers now here
Telling you and me things no one else should know
Yes, you can tell me things no one else should know
Chorus
It ain’t a matter of thinkin’ the heart can’t change
There’s no fool here falling behind a second time
If the days seem too lonley and the hand needs company
You can tell me things no one else should know
Yes, you can tell me things no one else should know
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Posted: Sep 2018
About this poem:
This is actually lyrics for a song I wrote for a female friend going through a tough time. Begins with -I can tell you things...... and then- You can tell me things... A symbolizing of an open communication of the heart between friends
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