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A poem inspired by my current bout of hearing loss in one ear, due to swimmer's ear and a subsequent ear infection. Nothing is more painful that looking into the face of someone saying goodbye, when hope is gone and love lies broken somewhere under our feet... Many soldiers got that heartless Dear John letters, but no letter can be ever as cruel that coming home to the knowledge of the abortion of his child ... To love someone is to put all one's emotions to work...never easy but the rewards are great. Apropos Irak...are we not forgeting something?
Maybe are all of my brothers that do not complain as they march through the Halls of Montezuma followin... Have you ever come across a deserted graveyard and wondered of it's history and past and felt an almost sense of belonging... Some of us lived in a home that wasn't sweet, this poem is not to bring sad memories but look at the present and see how long ahead of that pathetic t... A few authors here have talked about their childhood demons in a therapeutical kind of way, like, if acknowledging their existence of those demons lon... Man''s life has four phases, childhood, teenager years, maturity and old age.
I didn''t find the rules of what was going to be, so I wrote my own.
The... In the island of Mediterranean Sea call Mallorca, (Spain) Formentor, have a vertical cliff looking down to rocks below that the sea has carved into re... Trer-Schelchel, Debra, a girl I knew, told me long time ago that it was the name in Israel's Yiddish for "a cup for tears" and then...she told me why. Period work from the Elizabethan era Sir Walter Ralegh (1552-1618) his death in my words, Just my thought on this time in our history. A person falls asleep, then dreams. What happens next is unexpected. <center>The Edge
I’m so distraught,
how could you be so
inconsiderate and self-centered?
I’ve always
thought of your needs first.
I was alway... The Emerald Epiphany
I watched the Irish shore disappear
as the twinkling beacon
of the lighthouse
slowly vanished.
The world turns on her axis…
... <center>The Empty Picture Frame
Tears run down her cheeks in shame
there is no other to bare the blame,
for the pain she caused by her sin
bec... Somalia has been bleeding for a long time, and one day if the world don't do something it will be dry, perverted and poisoned by a few greedy war lord... Although I am an Agnostic, I do believe that Christ was born, was a great man and phrophet and died for what he believed in...this write is for him... True account of an evening spent with the future King of rock and roll. A wonderful concert, an exciting evening, an unforgetable memory. It has been a great pleasure to work with Rebecca to do this heart stirring ballad of yore based on her short story...A Kingdom's Sacrifice You walk and suddenly are ambushed by memories hiding back a glass plate in a sunny day, not in a dark raining evening, but where is gaiety and happin... Daylight, creeps
into this bitterness
that surrounds me.
Shadows
dissolve slowly
up these stone walls.
I listen
for the voice of the starling.
W... I will be walking away from my house and after almost twenty five years of living in houses to move into a high rise apartment. Although I will miss ... Sometimes things are taken for granted until we look again, or until some hidden truth reveals itself. There I was
wandering
down
dimly lit corridors.
Gazing into each room.
Seeking the security
that only your hazel eyes
could offer.
The fear
of... The lords of the dungeons send away illiterate and superstitious ones to be "martyrs" holding a plastic key to open the "paradise" doors.
No one, ever... Inside every man is a father hidden by the myth that men don''t cry and it is left to the mothers the illusion that they are the only ones that really... Becca, Jill, Vicky, ET wrote wonderful love poems that we put on one side of the weight scale, so, I wrote another love poem to put on the other side ... Gordon Pinsent a famed Canadian actor, playright and author, who also hailed from the East Coast was often fond of doing one man narrations, this one ... This is just a work of fiction but I often heard my mother speak of the soldiers who returned from the war and were shell shocked...today it is called... Every abused child has that "place" it can be a determinate one, a tree, a room or in the head, but where to go when escaping from reality.
Some, wil... A poem that depicts how a woman has allowed society to control her life. All too often you hear people say that people died from a broken heart, especially in the case of seniors who have lived long loving lifes together...... The Grim Reaper is the only thing that is 100% certain in our lives...Note: Paying Taxes is not a 100% surety for every human but the Grim Reaper''s v... I am breaking one of my own rules today, I usually never post more than one poem a day but I needed to get these thoughts out of my head and so I hope... dark mood thoughts interrupted by a ray of sunshine Sorry friends!!! I have not posted anything for quite some time now. I hope this new one is of interest to you. This poem/story is fictional, and this... Dreams are from our subconscious minds and sometimes they may forewarn us of the impending dangers that we may, or about to, encounter. This poem looks at how we are loosing a generation of young men to the street life. I've seen this more times than I care to express and I fear that w... There are times when life unfolds in unexpected ways. You decide how it ends. Flash-Fiction in a poetiprose format. “(…) seemed to have fallen
from shelf to shelf of someone’s rage.” – John Ashbery
There is not one among us who haven’t met “her”, at some time or ot... for all those who have faced the silence of a totally empty house where once there was joy and laughter and living... As a half sculptured work of art,therein lies potential for the hands of a loving creative artist to complete ....
<center>~ Think Twice ~
She whispered softly to those that could hear,
the kind of story that we all fear.
One of crimes into the night,
agains... A short pome of my feelings please tell me what you think all coments welcome I have plenty more all differnt please help me iam a struggling writter Passing out is not an option... Thoughts under a full moon as another year winds down... |
