Time does not heal it merely numbs the senses sufficiently to allow you to carry on.
I believe that we are immortal souls and that we do rejoin those we have lost in another life somewhere somewhen.
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- Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:50 am
- Forum: General Poetry
- Topic: On The Bridge Too Far
- Replies: 5
- Views: 2543
- Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:44 am
- Forum: General Poetry
- Topic: Stinky Bug
- Replies: 2
- Views: 1508
Re: Stinky Bug
A little harsh M'lady. and certainly not encouraging.I wonder what he thinks of you.
- Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:41 am
- Forum: General Poetry
- Topic: America Was
- Replies: 8
- Views: 3862
Re: America Was
America was land of the free.
The home of democracy
But nowadays it seems to be
bogged down by bureaucracy.
The home of democracy
But nowadays it seems to be
bogged down by bureaucracy.
- Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:35 am
- Forum: Form in Poetry, Classical and New
- Topic: Dawn to dusk.
- Replies: 2
- Views: 5079
Dawn to dusk.
experimental form Dawn to dusk. The eastern sky Suffused with light. New risen sun is climbing high. Erasing shadows of the night. From east to west. The normal way. The sun pursues his daily quest. In the same way every day As he has done Since time began. Our days are measured by the sun. Whose ru...
- Sun Nov 04, 2012 2:52 pm
- Forum: Form in Poetry, Classical and New
- Topic: Short sighted tactics.
- Replies: 1
- Views: 4485
Short sighted tactics.
Short sighted tactics English Ode I have grown weary of deceit. I yearn for simple honesty. I do not know why some men cheat. I must admit it baffles me. What do the cheaters hope to gain? By lying when there is no need. Who are they trying to impress. What I find hardest to explain. Is the belief t...
- Wed Oct 31, 2012 4:01 pm
- Forum: Form in Poetry, Classical and New
- Topic: Kick Start.
- Replies: 1
- Views: 4463
Kick Start.
Kick Start. Caudate Sonnet I leave my bed reluctantly. I need caffeine to start my brain Or I will fall asleep again. Where would we be without coffee? My lady love drinks Earl Grey tea. But she won’t rise ‘til nearly noon. She much prefers the afternoon. I leave her sleeping peacefully. I take my c...
- Mon Oct 29, 2012 1:37 pm
- Forum: Form in Poetry, Classical and New
- Topic: A foretaste of what is to come.
- Replies: 2
- Views: 4981
Re: A foretaste of what is to come.
It could be classified as soulfood I suppose. ivor
- Mon Oct 29, 2012 1:10 pm
- Forum: General Poetry
- Topic: I Haven't Any Song To Sing
- Replies: 10
- Views: 4053
Re: I Haven't Any Song To Sing
Make a joyful noise sing your heart out.
I could empty a concert hall in seconds but I still sing.
Hard to believe I was a boy soprano long long ago
I could empty a concert hall in seconds but I still sing.
Hard to believe I was a boy soprano long long ago
- Mon Oct 29, 2012 1:05 pm
- Forum: Form in Poetry, Classical and New
- Topic: A foretaste of what is to come.
- Replies: 2
- Views: 4981
A foretaste of what is to come.
A foretaste of what is to come. Terzanelle format New snow that’s fallen overnight. I woke to find to my surprise. A winter world of virgin white. A sight to please an artists eyes. A scene of pure simplicity. Inspiring me to take my pen. Begin to write immediately. Of how I felt to see again. The b...
- Mon Oct 29, 2012 3:50 am
- Forum: Form in Poetry, Classical and New
- Topic: Well adapted to the task. Pantoum.
- Replies: 2
- Views: 5241
Well adapted to the task. Pantoum.
Well adapted to the task. A predator who hunts by night. Quarters the sky on silent wings. The owl with night adapted eyes Is well equipped for night hunting. Quarters the sky on silent wings. In search of unsuspecting prey Is well equipped for night hunting Owls rarely venture out by day. In search...
- Sat Oct 27, 2012 3:23 pm
- Forum: General Poetry
- Topic: Song (I sing for her).
- Replies: 6
- Views: 2844
Re: Made up, unmade.
Change is the only constant.
Drifting with the flow
may prove to be the way to go.
It works successfully for plants.
Which cast their seed upon the wind
Nothing can be permanent.
But the seeds always seem to find
a fertile place in which to grow.
Maybe they know more than we know.
Drifting with the flow
may prove to be the way to go.
It works successfully for plants.
Which cast their seed upon the wind
Nothing can be permanent.
But the seeds always seem to find
a fertile place in which to grow.
Maybe they know more than we know.
- Sat Oct 27, 2012 6:19 am
- Forum: Form in Poetry, Classical and New
- Topic: Keep on, Keeping on.
- Replies: 0
- Views: 3935
Keep on, Keeping on.
Keep on keeping on Trente sei Rise with the sun and break your fast. Eat with a hearty appetite. The time for dreaming has flown past. Gone with the shadows of the night. New day, new opportunity To forge ahead successfully. Eat with a hearty appetite and thank the Lord that we have food To be well ...
- Mon Oct 22, 2012 4:09 pm
- Forum: Form in Poetry, Classical and New
- Topic: Feet of Clay
- Replies: 4
- Views: 6845
Re: Feet of Clay
Jimmy Savile may be a case in point. The good a man does dies with him but his evil deeds live on
- Wed Oct 17, 2012 12:32 pm
- Forum: General Poetry
- Topic: Making A Dent
- Replies: 9
- Views: 5859
Re: Making A Dent
You certainly made an impression Sir
- Wed Oct 17, 2012 12:28 pm
- Forum: Form in Poetry, Classical and New
- Topic: Coast Guardians.
- Replies: 1
- Views: 4411
Coast Guardians.
Coast Guardians. Muzdawidi. There is no place I’d rather be. Than here where I can watch the sea. Which ebbs and flows continually. The beach that forms the boundary and seperates the land and sea. Is prone to change erratically. I know the changes I can see Last only temporarily. Until the next tid...