Naked I came
Naked I ran
Naked again
Naked in Zen
My first pool-crossing;
Chlorine sting and countless gulps
biscuits and Dad's smile
Gelisgesti, I like that last one.
Bottled memories...
The bottled memory is really good.
Thanks.........
Gives lot of enthusiasm to write more........
I am glad you like me.
Alone
is
silence
hushed
emotions
is
fear
opening
up
brings
love's
tear
I felt tears for your sadness
I could become maudlin for a day
But I'm old I need gladness
Forgive if I go another way
For we've just met in passing
I'm innocent of love or passion
Whoa Edgar ... take a bow dude
Good morning, Doug. I'm on my meds this AM.
edgarblythe wrote:Good morning, Doug. I'm on my meds this AM.
Me 2
This is your brain: ****************************
This is your brain on drugs:
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Nice everyone, a bit of romanticism.
As I 'waken from my bed
Only one vision inside my head
Coffee brewing steaming hot
Pour a big cup right from the pot...
A strange day
delay delivered
in cirrus dreams
and doe-eyed stars
the cars too loud
the larks too proud
a slow migration
this year
the gulls fierce
in staying around
with honks worthy
of the autos
and their ugly sound
Never felt fear
Never shed tears
Never kept quiet
Never stopped laughing
Every feeling went topsy-turvy
Only by a flick of your eye-lid.
I read all the new posts (poems) at lunch time. Most gratifying.
I agree!
The walls start to crumble. Searching
for some unforgotten clarity. Looking
for the last drop of sunlight, as this
noise consumes me.
Whatever gets me through.
Seas by the dream, etched in white
Dark are the colors under the light
I drift like a manatee into the waves
And lift in the swirl above many graves
Dolefully I look to coming night
Morning Edgar n all ... another dazzling escape from 'Hypnos' eh?
In a sense
I come from whence
the faint of heart
dare not to start
which tis more import
to do
to lead the rest
or to follow those
that are following you
do that which is not
the ordinary
and you stand out
all alone
Ah, yas. Clap clap clap. What a foin day it's gonna be.
It's yuletide and children are 'itchin'
To steal goodies born in the kitchen
They pine for a tree that is glowing
And all the school work to be slowing,
The moms and the dads counting gift list
To see what is frugal or 'please, I insist'
Yet finally, when it is done and a new year
Most will be disappointed with their new gear
T'would be better for all, be you big one or small
To celebrate with love and forget about the "Mall".
(When I think of the waste in this season, I weep)
