Good one Cav. Your published collection should be out when?
Hey, sometimes they work, sometimes thay don't. I am not proud of any of my input this week, but I will continue to torture any readers nevertheless.
Hanging suspended
Over the Brooklyn Bridge
I look to find you
Just to present a wedge
Of surfer's cheese
In the mellow cinder
Of new love over old
I muse you love Pintor
I'm pints of yellow mold
a white Christmas fell
over Houston today
and all children knew Santa
had arrived on his sleigh
When a loved dies
No one rejoices, and the dead don't hear your cries.
They say there are no tears in heaven.
But there has to be a reason our rivers flow.
Can you imagine leaving your whole family behind?
While your loved ones let only one go....
boy wrote songs
man went wrong
boy with dreams
man's mind screams
wake me up
if i'm sleeping
wake me up
cause i'm weeping
boy so cool
man's a fool
boy may wheedle
man with needle
help me up
i'm not floating
help me up
satan gloating
wake me up
if i'm sleeping
wake me up
cause i'm weeping
why can't i see
the me inside of me
no matter how i've tried
i always seem to hide
i'm there
i know i am
i think
look deeper
out loud
i cry
then turn away to find
i ..... am the one
inside
morning Ed ...... guess I had one more left in me ..... liked your last one
You're always going to see
A sailor on the sea;
Not always on his shoulder
A gun upon a soldier;
But the mote in God's eye
Got to be a pilot in the sky.
He got bombs the size of Detroit
That he don't hesitate to deploy;
He don't hear the people's cries
Or see the pain in their fearful eyes.
Can I join?
Sitting down,
Without a crown;
lying there,
facing the wall.
Am I wasting my time?
Am I losing a dime?
lying there,
facing the wall.
I stared on,
and I went on;
lying there,
facing the wall.
No time wasted,
A treasure learned;
lying there,
looking through the wall.
Best I can do for now. Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!!...
I awake
as an unborn thought
my mind is dwindling
something
I wanted not
no refuge there
I, most dearly
sought
hand picked memories
in bottles
rot
demented visions
of a tilted tree
clouded sunsine
on a murky sea
no way of knowing
no way of mending
the remains of
the thought
I call me
Ray
I like your clear simple approach. I hope you will consider posting more.
Doug
Always a treat!
i am you
me & him
i am a ballad
i am a hymn
i am fresh
down to rot
i am everything you are not
byrnfri
Greetings. Welcome to the thread. Hope you will post more.
may the new year be quiet
and kind to the heart
as world friendships inspire us
to perform our own part
may the people with loss
in these difficult times
find a pleasant reminder
that life can be kind
as we all take our seats
in life's large open mouth
we can join our hands together
as the pieces fall about
They say to trust my feeling,
when times are dark and sailing,
but I can not trust them,
no I must not trust them,
for what I feel like sometimes,
is to jump off a bridge and erase all time.
So how dare they tell me to trust my feeling,
when I know it's as superficial as a ring.
Unguided in its ignorance,
it becomes a deadly malice.
cry......
let your tear fall into a small stream
let it run down the river
picking up pace around every meander
let it rush into the ocean & swim amongst the fish
let it be evaporated into a clear sky to help other water droplets create a foggy blanket up above
let it get closer to the sun than you've ever been
look up to the skies
open up your eyes
let your tear fall from above
......take it back
You guys are wonderful ...
The poems are beautiful...
I better start improving myself.
thoughts
like amber bubbles
in a frosty mug
of Dos Equis
go on forever
even after
the mug
grows empty
thoughts
Buena mañana Ed
C'mon Ed, help me out here .... what the hell does it mean .....
At least it is spontaneous
