Ohh the days have been many here
but that day her name was seen
struck a fear deep inside.
Could she really be that mean?
Time passed as her name
echoed in my head aloud.
I looked at her work in amaze
at how beautiful she can inspire
the words in poems she wrote.
Soon we were souper friends
continue to inspire others work
so they would become the best.
Contest she made work
so all could see the finest.
She will be missed here
but a destryoer she was not here.
Dedicated to my best friend the poet destroyer
I am crying yes crying
why I hear you asking
It is because I am moved
by a poem on here
So sadden by her words
how could it come to this?
a guiding light, a friend
an inspirer of fine words
Linda you were first to greet me
it was you who smoothed my way
gave me help and advice unselfishly
introduced me to contests and more
Poets should not fight like this
WHO THE HELL GAINS?
In The End NONE!! All LOSE
no sparkle left just matt dim and dull
Linda your words touch my soul
more far more they inspire
Never hang up your pen
Return soon we need your love and input
Always your friend and fan Shadow
We'd really like to thank you
i'm sure you left it here with love,
it really was so kind of you
but we didn't want your bug.
We thought you'd like to know
we really felt the pits
we thought of you quite often
when we had the squits.
Next time you come to visit
please leave your bugs at home,
'cause, when you bring them with you
they sure do like to roam.
So next time that we see you
I hope you come alone,
you can bring Rosie and Katie
but leave your bugs at home.
You will never fade from my heart, dear friend
Though my words to you are now heaven sent
For eighteen years you brought joy to my life
And so many times you erased my strife
When the world outside seemed so harsh and mean
You wiped my slate clean, changed the scene
Showed me that love could exist without pain
Or sexual desires, personal gain
Together we clung as a sweet friend died
You offered love as she suffered and cried
The peace you added to her life I shared
Because I had someone who truly cared
Just wanted to make things right for others
You were my soul mate, my spiritual brother
You came to me when you learned you’d soon die
I held you so close; in my arms you cried
But it wasn’t for yourself these tears were shed
You worried for me, hanging by a thread
I watched you pass from this world to the next
In your last hours you said you felt blessed
Your faith was so strong that you had no fear
Your belief in eternal life was clear
I look to the skies now, call out your name
And in my life you will always remain
A beacon of hope that still casts its light
Your presence surrounds me, its force so bright
I’m so grateful you saw something in me
That made you my friend for eternity
*Entry for the Ode to a Friend contest
Dedicated to Chris Codd, my dear friend who died Christmas Day, 2005
oh friend, dearest of friends, nearly six months it has been since love has bound you in its sinister, yet none-the-less-attractive ties
how naive you are but that’s what i admire ,your ability to hold fast to a hope that was not readily available .
I believe you know it will never happen but you still cling to images of the things that could've been: A moonlit walk on the beach, a candlelit dinner, a first kiss. All worth remembrance but, not worth remembering just the same.
oh friend, dearest of friends i see your naivety but i envy you. this is more perplexing to me than any question ever asked. I suppose the answer lies with me. But where?
no one will ever know unless they believe all they're told.
no one can answer the question never asked
Her name is Cami
She is always there
I don’t see her much
I wish to see her more.
She is my best friend
I have know her for 11 years
I am 13 now
She is 12
I will never forget her
She will never forget me
I see her once a week now
We go to youth group together
We used to see each other
Once every two or three months.
I am happy my wish came true
I see her so much more than before
I am happy I get to see her tons now
She is my best friend.
I wish I was more like her
More free willed and fun
More excited and relaxing
Just like her.
I want to be her twin.
I know she will never leave
My side when I need her
And she know when she needs
Me I will be there
She knows that when one of us
Needs the other that we need to
You are the sibling of Darkness
Only representing all friendliness
but you're mistaken too much
You surround me with a clutch
You hide from liberation
But you somehow form your recreation
You extinguish my fear
and make things very, very clear.
Oh how my heart yearns for you
That once was my dearest friend
We traveled many miles with each other
shared our thoughts and passions
We put the world to rights time and again
You were my sanctuary from life's woes
Never asking or expecting anything from me
freely giving me everything you could
It was only when you were taken from me
That I realised what a gift I had lost
The gap left in my heart so big,
A chasm I was unable to fill
Why oh why you i cried out in sorrow
It should have been me for you were no age
The angels took a piece of my heart
On the day they took you
One day soon I will again travel with you
For such is the fate of mankind
contest Skat's favourite poems
So glorious and divine,
As if it doesn’t exist.
My friend, here we are,
You and me to be,
An adventure awaits us.
Here and there nothing lays about,
Everything’s gone and disappeared,
No words to be said,
No good nor bad, just emptiness.
My friend, here we are,
You and me to be,
We are who we are,
We are nothing,
As if we don’t exist.
Family, the enemy of our souls wants us to believe
The lie that we are alone
He wants us to believe
That we are treading hopeless road
But the cloud witnesses who urge us on
Tell us another story
The road we tread with light and beauty and fellowship
My friends, we are never alone
The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".
Someone to hold me
Somebody to share their life with me...
Cry with me, laugh with me, love me and cherish me...
I want to soul-mate to share life's journey with me...
Through the good times and bad...
So make him strong as an Ox & smart as a Fox...
That the man for me...
Such a sad boy
With sparkling eyes of blue
Mournfully full of pain
For the love he once knew
Torn apart by life and love
Left to forge another way
Not knowing how to simply breathe alone
Much less go on another day
I remember a time of difference
In this sad boy with eyes of blue
The world was all his at his feet
Back then, love wasn’t something really true
Those eyes held a sparkle
A happiness and surety walking tall
With all the girls falling over him
It was always funny to watch him turn in retreat
Now life has had its evil way
Of turning his heart sour
Telling him he’ll forever be alone
STOP LISTENING TO THOSE WORDS OF GAME
You are a rare beauty
Inside and out
You are my friend
Have always been,
I have this to smile about
But when will my sad boy find his smile
Will it be soon or maybe awhile?
All I know is I am your friend
And will be here from now
Until the end.
Together since forever, as frineds
Nothing could ever seperate us in life
We went thru some rough times
We enjoyed the good times, laughing
You stood beside me, protected me
We picked each other up, dusted off the dirt
When the other had fallen in bad times
No subject we could not talk about
Even our love lifes were open to the other
We endured in friendship when others didn't
We were best friends when others said impossiable
You left me behind when you died
Greiving for such a loss of friendship
I know I will never find one as great
I cling to your memory to help me go on
I honor you my friend, my staunchest supporter
You will live forever in my heart.
Formidably weathering trite storms.
Carol your dedication
Whether shocked or soothed there you are
You know your own mind.
The Cheshire cat's toothy grin
has nothing on you.
Inspired to repost by Giorgio's 2/5/14 blog. Thanks, G!
In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street.
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.
A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable.
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see.
I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop.
You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a little and calms.
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.
You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock.
Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed.
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap.
Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss.
Dedicated to all the woman of the world.
PS: You are not trash, you are not ......... you are precious jewels. Stay that way ladies. I love you all.
Socially retarded and somewhat aloof I never knew what a true friendship was.
Not knowing how to play well with others growing into a young man.
I was 18 years old, washing dishes in that Chinese Restaurant, House of Lypan.
A dude came along, pretty tall and good looking as the girls gave chase.
Giggling and fluttering their eyes, I always wished to be as cool as you, just a taste.
Then one day, on a visit to see the girls; you stopped in my presence and said,
“I want to hang with you! What time do you get off work?”
I was baffled, befuddled and a little standoffish,
for no one ever talked to me, unless to get dishes.
As I remember those many Friday nights,
beers and tacos, everything was going to be all right.
Lyrics of Rush and Journey, you knew every word, singing along in your V.W. bug
like a bird.
By summer’s end of that infamous summer, a genuine friend I had found;
but alas, it was over what a bummer.
I moved away, but came back that fall, our friendship flourished once more.
But as most friendships do, our ways dearly departed. Many years would pass until
we’d cross each other’s lives again.
This chance quite by fortune, as you knocked on my door one New Year’s Eve’ it
was ’95 I believe.
That night was a big one; deciding to end this journey called life, too much pain for
this young man to carry;
Two kinds of ‘candy’ to help ease the transition
from mortal to death; a bottle of Jack, for some extra kick.
I had a loaded 45 gun to help do the deed.
Then came your knock, was about 2 minutes to ‘celebration time’ for they
say ‘midnight is the bewitching hour.”
I thought to myself, ‘who could this be?’ for I had no more friends, no career or
family. And yet as if an Angel, you were knocking on my door! I hid what I had,
ashamed and not wanting a friend to know how much pain I was in. I opened the
door to those familiar words, ““I want to hang with you! What time you get off
work?” I remember thinking, "how long has been since I grinned?"
If just for one moment, when you stand before God, all your sins are erased, and a
moment of cause
as God says with a Joyous loud voice…”Wait a minute Rick, what’s this? Well I’ll be,
you’re better than most I can clearly see. I was just perusing over your life, you
didn’t mention this… but you saved a life!”
“Ah shucks it was nothin’, just a friend being a friend...I’m sure he’d of done the
same, if the tables were turned.” And that is why I will and have always called you
Love feast by Steven Hudson
I have looked upon too many scarred, sullen and hard faces these many days.
Loud, crude, gruff men who take and push and fight.
This ship has run its course, sleepless, tossed about,
Every port and harbor, sea and foreign land.
My companions smell and to look at them would make you turn down.
I’m pretty sure I have a tapeworm and my piss is the wrong color.
So my love, when here at last I see your face,
You’re smile, piercing eyes, and silky long hair,
To gaze at you now is a love feast to behold,
And from now and forever you will always be…..
The most captivating golden retriever I have ever seen.
One of the greatest pals that I have ever had,
Was a high school buddy and fellow grad!
He was renowned as the notorious class clown,
And his antics evoked from educators many a frown!
We had so many great times around Hagerstown!
'Twas hard to keep our youthful exuberance down,
As we raced up and down those tranquil streets,
Eluding frustrated cops on their nightly beats!
Often we double-dated with our sweethearts,
In my old '37 Ford that ran in fits and starts!
But our girlie friends didn't seem to mind,
As we cruised about with our arms entwined!
Upon graduation, in the Air Force I enlisted.
I asked him to enlist with me, but no he insisted!
In just a few years after we had parted,
The terrible conflict in Korea was started!
He answered the summons of his nation,
As others before him had met that obligation.
Mournful "Taps" was played over a hero's grave,
Alas, this time for beloved Jerry so gallant and brave!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
PFC Gerald V. McCoy was KIA, 23 Oct 1952, Triangle Hill, North Korea.
Entry for michael hornschurch's "Ode To A Friend" Contest
She was a devoted ole gal always at her best
so many days I cried hanging off her chest
down to the lake in the hot summertime
we would cool her off and swing on a vine
Every morning at five am here came Belle, now my friend
and again at six pm there Belle was ready to work again
years passed and Belle became a part of our family
we worked, we played, and we milked twice a day
Half my life she was one of my dear friends
I greeted her in summer with warm sun burnt skin
and in winter I spent my time warming them
when Belle died I can't say things were ever the same again
Belle had become more than a cow in a pen, who gave us milk
she became a babysitter, a circus act, part of the swim team, for the neighborhood
but most of all Belle had become a lonely teen's dear friend
The club that stamps authority
when in its Zenith
The club with a zero tolerance
even in a zero percent ball possession.
Breaks, makes and keeps records.
86 consecutive home games unbeaten, for instance.
Splashes the cash as money talks,
raping all other teams as Trophies walk
who else would it be?
Who wants to challenge us?
Who are you by the way?
Oh! Pathetic Arsenal!
We need no manual
to give you some rough Anal.
No wonder you cannot remember your last final.
Cover your shame with a wig.
The hole needed to hide, you must dig.
Acquiring a Trophy, for you,
Is like bathing a Pig,
cos you will still go back to your trophy-less ways.
When you stamp your name on the champion's league
then, would we consider you, big.
When the guest are gone and the weather get's hot.
Face it with drink and hits the spot.
Do you want to be married or do you want to be right.
The bottle gets lower as you drink till you're tight.
Look in the mirror and search for your youth.
All that's found is you're long in the tooth.
Put on your makeup that gives you ten years.
The friends have gone and you're left with the tears.
Remembers the beauty from the days of your school.
The wine remembers and helps one to fool.
Long for those days when they bowed at your feet.
Another year older and have lost all your teeth.
By Patrick Cornwall to my Mother
For I still see your beauty. I love you
Making new friends, turning new
bends. Upon a steep mountain slope
focused on breaking old trends. We are
children of God all saved by the same grace.
We should all do the good Lords work, yet
that's not what gets us through heavens gates.
That my friend is believing in Jesus. Perfect man
and perfect God, our sinless saviour nailed our
sins to the cross
My friend and I walked through an endless street
Giving each other some great treats.
Helped me in my sorrows and so did I
Enjoyed with me in my joys and guess what, I did the same.
We used to share all our secrets
We were open books to each other.
For others, the friendship was quiet a mystery
But now it's just a history.
We got apart from each other with a fight
It was quiet stupid but he was right.
That I can't find a friend like him
But i can't do anything now except to write this beautiful hymn.
It's just happened due to a small stupid fight.
But now I've lost such a beautiful possession.
I'll remember this beautiful friendship throughout my life.
I need her !
© 2011 Justice Chikandamina
There was once upon a time,
Unexpectedly, a very small dime.
He did not do much of anything,
Apart from gazing.
He just stared longingly at the sky,
Counting the clouds that drifted by.
Dear old Dime, not very bright,
He did not shine, not a ray of light.
Dark and rusty,
Old and dirty.
Everyone did not care,
Though they could use him and buy a bear.
They did not want to touch,
This old thing of such.
They did not want to feel.
That sick disgusting bill.
He was old, rusty and dim,
But he hated the way man treated him.
There is nothing in this world that i can possibly think of or think of doing to tell you how much I love you.
You are so sweet to me, i can't almost stand it wen you call me handsome and cute, cause it sounds so sweet to me.
If there is anything in this world that you can think of for me to prove my love to you, just name it. I will be all over that in a flash.
Even though we didn't get to see each other for very long cause of my dumb ass, that was still what i wanted to see today really bad. Looking into your BEAUTIFUL green eyes today was like looking into Gods heaven.
The only thing that is missing is your touch on my skin. I probably would not be able to hold it in me and take a hold of you by your waist and press you against me, and than the smell of your hair would turn me on to the BREAKING POINT.
I would start by kissing down your neck and curress your neck with my tong.
Than while curressing your body, I would start slipping my hands under your shirt, and under your bra and upon your perfect titties.
Than i would start pulling your bra and shirt off at the same time and begin kissing your titties. Kiss them all the way down to your belly button and back up to your face.
When i would lift your upon my hips i would carry you to the bed and start kissing you back down your titties and your ribs and your belly button and than an inch lower passed your belly button just to get you a little more wet and wanting.
To Be Continued.
Set for Contest!
When i close my eyes i see peace,in my mind,not war.
when i close my eyes i see the hope and joy that could have been.
when i close my eyes.i see love and unity between people of different raceses.
when i close my eyes.i see myself flying above the mountains looking down,
through the eyes of an Eagle. and as i am flying i can see the sea and iam still
looking through the eyes of an Eagle.when i close my eyes.i see the stars above
when i close my eyes i see children happy Not sad.or scared.
i see them playing together not fighting one another.i see no war.
why cant we all close our eyes and see peace and love and hope and joy?not hate.
...a darling dear of time is when the tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme,
the peak of a mountain top experiencing,
O' darling dear
a love letter,
just one of those things that
of the everlasting.
I have a sister who's is also a friend
She lives in a far away land
We never met and probably will never do
That never stops her saying I love you
She keeps me in her prayers everyday
So I keep well and be happy always
You help me see who I am
You catch me when I fall
You helped me get closer to God
You don't care if I'm laughing or crying
You've stuck with me through it all
When my mama started drinking, you helped me through that
When my papa said mean things to me
you showed me he was wrong
You lit the darkness so I wouldn't stumble
You let me cry on your shoulder when I thought I was pregnant
When I found out I wasn't
You shared my joy
You talked me out of doing so much
You're the reason I'm still alive
In one poem
or even a hundred
I couldn't describe all you've done
Thank you for your caring compassion
You really, truly are the best
Oluwakayode Adigun a rare name
I heard as I breezed down
the city of Lagos in search of
pecuniary gains. Does he teach?
So I was told but when he walked in
it was unannounced, subtle, oh yea!
His presence I reckoned not!
As often, these stories, of trade and
lending bored me with winter fevers.
Petulant and non stop barrage of didactics
permeated the horizon but this Adigun,
a different breed with brazen
some what of a gem, in a split
seconds, the session rendered
aglow. we laughed and roared.
And sweet was the banishment of boredom!
Passionate and exited, teacher of trade!
An intellectual of rare nicety, a
sublime mental gladiator with untainted
credentials in a delicate trade!
In obedience to the east and
custom, Adigun deserves colanut
and water, the greatest
yoke of friendship! To this
man, Adigun, I invoke the sacred
ancestral homage meant
for kings foremost knights!
I have known him albeit
a few hours, my balls wish I
had known him all eternity. Adigun,
a connotative Yoruba appellation!
Oluwakayode, named after the deity of
fortune ,Paykay as often, revered
by friends and admires of equal
trade! This stranger, in his episode
of transition to adulthood reminisced
noble candies not common
with the poverty stricken mortals of
his time. My poetic hand relishes
this holy flirtation in volumes.
Gone he is, this brother of mine
Left is an empty hole
Visions remain of his misery
As death came to claim his soul
Weak and frail was this hand I held
And his breath dark as night
I knew too well the end was coming
But, could not leave the sight
Stay I did , and watch the last
Breath, echo the end
The visions remain and torment me
The loss of my brother, my friend
There’s an empty space inside of me
That ‘s hollow and can’t be filled
A vacancy that no-one can see
A part of me was killed
Dear, dear brother I miss you so
You are always on my mind
People will come and people will go
But, you my dear were one of a Kind !
It was not more than three months ago,
When I met a loving soul living far away from me,
A loving soul of a great man you all may know,
Yet, what a shame! His face I never got to see,
Alas, I fear not recognizing him although,
One day, he might pass me by in the streets,
He is LOVE,
And love is he,
For every time I see a scene of friendship,
The thought of him comes to me,
I always spend hours wondering how he looks like,
His hair, blonde or brown?
Does our age difference prevent us from being alike?
Is he really humorous, a hilarious clown?
His eyes, brown, blue, or green?
Excuse my many questions, I am just young and so keen,
Does he always wear a frown, or an everlasting smile?
Is this long wait for meeting him worthwhile?
Yes, as crazy as it may sound,
Although your imaginary presence lingers around,
One day we shall dwell,
In this world of ours, and have a long walk, a long talk, and I'd tell,
You stories about me of what you've missed,
Yes! - I'd bore you with my tales you'd forget,
All about the pain, and get well,
My dear, my loving, Tom Bell…
Brenda is pretty, Brenda is sweet
She’s not very big, in fact she’s petite.
Brenda’s creative, now that’s a surprise
She has a good wit and has opened my eyes.
She’s cruel to a point,, my blunder she extols,
The trouble I have with some toilet rolls.
They roll from my waistband and not from the holder
Tyrone only noticed when he looked over my shoulder.
The last time I saw her she was just a scrubber
Now what example is that, and her a grandmother.
her husband walked into the room, her bottom he could see
Sticking up in the air, but where was she?
He rushed to the oven, the door open wide
And there was Brenda kneeling inside.
Brenda my love he cried ... I’m sorry whatever
Take your head out the oven and I’ll make it better.
What are talking about she cried and removed her head,
The scrubbing brush in hand she looked at him and said.
This is the cupboard I’m giving a scrub
The ovens electric and it would do no good.
Thanks goodness for that he said in relief,
The meters being read and I don’t want the grief.
The cupboard is clean for when the grandson arrives
We need somewhere to put him, so we can survive.
So it was your day and yours alone.
Decades have gone by and you look just younger!
Fidel Castro my childhood leaning and adult fantasies.
I was elated to hear you're older because they say when,
you are older time goes twice as fast!
Yet you you seem over the hill with sweet music and melody!
My brother, my brow roared and stung with venom
because my pen itches to dance and the drum
was without its rhymes.
I had hung the rest on restless redeployment!
These past weeks of wailing and weep
On my return the waited avalanche of wishes
from the ever loving Renaissance.
Yet there seems no end to this love
birthed in plural and nurtured at Abule
Onigbagbo! Mr Castro Fidelis,
As your name implies, I wish you health
and timeless happiness!
Formidably weathering trite storms.
Carol your dedication
Whether shocked or soothed there you are
You know your own mind.
The Cheshire cat's toothy grin
has nothing on you.
Life is delicate like
a rose on a cool fall
morning then without
warning life is taken away.
I cry not for the rose who's
petals lay scattered at me feet
but for everything else that has
I cry for the leaves who's leaves crush
like power in my hand and for the flowers
which droop and sag...
A mother who left this world too
soon and for her pain in till death finely
The world is a lot different place
with you gone... But a son has to
move on he can't keep thinking
He can't keep being sad and blue
don't worry I'll always love you... I'll never
forget the love we shared and how much
you cared... I love you
An old tree stands alone,waiting for no one,
but the bright warm sun.
His branches reach far and wide,
as if to hug you and touch the sky.
He stands tall and firm each day,
to shade all from the brightest sun ray.
Greeting all who come to see him,
for he is your friend and will do you no harm.
Give him respect when you come by,
for you never know when he'll say good bye.
For many years he has been alone,
he made this land his only home.
do no harm to this tree so old,
winter is coming ,his leaves grow cold.
He can be frail in ice and in snow,
treat him right and he will know.
A cracking branch,it may snap,
watch out for it may trap.
He's lived a long life and has loved all,
old tree will we see you next fall?
If we do not we will not forget,
what a friend you have been,
frombegining to end.
A friend who's been faithful,
a friend who's been true.
for there is no other tree,
who looks like you do.
Trere is only one,and only one you will be,
for each tree is different,
like no other you see.
so I thank you for the times we had,
for your gentleness and rugged way's,
for all the climbs and all the day's.
For growing up with me through the years,
to say good bye,
brings sad tears.
So to you my friend,
I will let you know you will not be forgotten.
You my dear friend will live on you see,
through your children,
yours, and mine to be.
I will watch your children with mine grow.
This is not the end,but a new start,
I carry your friendship,
alway's to heart.
You conjure a smile,
Fragrant in my heart,
Elegant in my mind.
A beauty in my soul.
Whether eyes closed
Or mind asleep
I can see your face
Breath in your scent
Hear your voice.
When our minds meet
My head goes on overload
I feel new emotions
I never felt possible.
When our eyes meet
My heart swells
So full, so alive
And I know I’ve found
Oh Ode, my Ode, I adore you
Splendid your structure, tight your form
You glow in your flow until people forget
your power. Shine on, gentle Ode
your prosperity's still roughly teething
on you beauty your sultriness
your wisdom subtlety beaming.
The firefly of my darkest night,
You light my homeward course.
In armour, you're my shining knight,
And save me on your horse.
The shooting star I wish upon,
You dance across my sky,
From your lips comes the sweetest song,
An intricate lullaby.
The blood that runs through all my veins,
you pump me full of life,
The key that unlocks all my chains,
You nimbly face the strife.
The blanket nestled up to me,
You warm me from inside,
The tide coming in from every sea,
You comfort without pride.
The breeze that sweeps across my face,
You kiss upon my cheek.
Came to my heart without a trace,
In you managed to sneak.
Buried deep inside my heart,
Your words cannot be penned.
You are my missing puzzle part
And eternally my best friend.
On this morn of this day
Though we may be far away
A thought travels across these seas
Carried upon a summer breeze
It sings to the birds and angels above
As it takes the form of an ‘immaculate’ dove
Fast and swift the wind bears it
To a place with reminiscence lit
It lands in the hands of an angel borne
Far from her home yet not forlorn
She unfolds a note from off its wings
And reads the news that it now brings:
Happy Birthday My Dearest Mandy.
When would you come to see me,
My good friend?
When would you come,
This isn’t only a question,
But rather my suggestion:
I longed for a meeting,
But there never was first a greeting;
I spoke a word,
But I was never heard;
I wrote a letter,
But matters didn’t get better:
Here are my flowers for reconciliation,
My message of consolation;
A reminder of the seasons of togetherness,
A balm to soothe the menace of the wilderness:
You’ve been a friend without fail,
A wonderful companion along the trail;
Down through the past years,
Through doubts and fears;
Through the heat of the day,
And the cold of the fray;
Through stormy winds,
And watery clouds;
Through the days of throbbing pain,
And the weeks of sobbing and rain:
At last, I needn’t let the matter rest,
For you must pass this simple test;
When would you come to see me,
My good friend?
When would you come ,
My friend ?
I came upon a Thanksgiving night
With a GOBBLE of presents in my hand
Even though it is not yet SANTA
November 23 is fine to celebrate both at one time
The gift of Sharing is indeed mine to hand nice
Before we say grace and have Turkey & rice
Mother is here,cooking up the sauce
Father,nearly ready..to cut that delicious Meat
The World upon a Thanksgiving Meal
Wandering but Wondering..When will the
homeless receive their fair share,a deal
They are strangers yet are part of our family
To cherish as honest and bright
Come into our home on this Thanksgiving delight
Someone asked me about you the other day,
"In the cemetery over there is where he lay."
"A shame" she said, with such dismay,
"he's still the idol of the town today."
He had been my idol once too,
until I found out what he did to you,
that's when we left and no one knew,
they only heard stories that were not true.
I nodded at the lady and smiled back at her,
his memories overwhelmed me, things became a blur,
I hurriedly walked away from her.
You used to be my idol, your betrayal was too great,
My forgiveness too late....
Seventy years ago in Princeton, West Virginia on a cold December third night
an earthly angel was born unto us and her name was Audrey Wright
a blessed child of God, a devoted disciple of Christ
and we've gathered here this evening to celebrate her life
With her husband Joe she has had over forty years of wedded joy
David, Dominick and Bobby Jr. are their 3 handsome boys
a member of the Historic Berean Baptist Church for a score of years
a deacon, a playwright, a woman of substance whom we all love and hold so dear
a truly talented individual who has a funny and dramatic flair with the pen
she writes the type of plays that makes you renew your faith in God all over again
I consider myself doubly blessed to have her as a sister and friend in Christ
and to everyone she has ever met in someway she has touched their life
she had the nerve to inform me that she was seventy years young
but as I look upon her lovely face, she doesn't look a day over forty-one
excellence, eloquence and elegance are the traits she humbly conveys
and I'm extremely honored to write this tribute for her seventieth birthday
I love you and congratulations to you, my dear friend Audrey Wright
and may the Lord Our God continue to bless you and keep you always in His sight
Glistening blonde hair
and a Golden smile
Sweet as a strawberry
Well worth the extra mile
Beautiful as a warm summer's day
Glowing like a shining star
Full of energy
She will go very far
Waiting and wondering
Smiling and enticing
Love of Poetry
Makes her the icing
Lots to do and
Young of life
When all is finished
She will be an exquisite wife
Smart and funny
She could go for
all the money.
Just take your time!
I've learned that there is no obstacle
that i can't jump over,
I've learned to close my mouth and just listen,
I've learned how to be a good friend,
You've shown me that i can love unconditionally,
You teach me something new everyday
and you don't even know it,
we guide each other safely down the right path,
we trust each other,
we make an amazing team,
our hearts beat as one when we're
out there chasing our dream,
You mean so much to me,
you're all ears when i want to talk,
One look into those big beautiful brown eyes
and i always know what you're trying to say
even though you can't talk,
you're my inspiration,
my guardian angel,
my best friend,
The way i see it,
there is no stronger love
than the love between a woman and her horse.
22 years ago when i was 22 and you were 44
could we have had the same dream
the same heart
the same feelings on a dance floor
could not Cyrano teach me to score
me,the man in the iron mask
on the other side of the door
could not Shakespere live just once more
and render a sonnet that would open that door
then i would beacon Orpheous to sing
of the love he lost in Hades forever more
it is to hear a song so sweet
a short verse so compleat
with a feeling so neat
that i would sweep you off your feet
then we would dine at loves feast
Kathy is a special spirit
her sparkling eyes emit the grandeur of life
looking into them is spellbinding.
her smile glistens,just to look into her eyes
and that magnificent smile makes you feel her arms around you
while her wings are not visible,they are there ever present
an angel on earth,a true friend
my heart sings to know her.i breath deeper knowing i can be myself with this angel that
listens intently to my woes.we are separated by many miles,but in my heart and soul i can
reach out and touch her.she is always there,my friend,my angel,my pal,my Kathy
I don't know where you are, but I hope you're near
Hope you know the times I seem to feel you here
Sometimes I think of the friendship taken away
And wonder if there was ever really such a day
When the presence in the room was real
And you could take away anything bad I'd feel
I will always remember when our hearts were free
And remember the girl who was so much like me
I will always wonder why you had to leave this world
But never will I forget that happy, lively girl
When I see butterflies floating side by side
I will pray one is you, still free in your new life
To the one too good
For those who would
Thanks for helping me
in programming class
Tonight we celebrate and toast
the kindness of our loving host
I do not mean to brag or boast
but we’ll enjoy this yummy roast!
The onions sliced, the mushrooms diced
and thrice the crushed red pepper dashed
inside the oven crust does rise
and crisps and browns upon the racks
Half an hour we do laugh
and drink to our shared memories
no one could feel the moments pass
until we heard the timer beep
The air smells warm! The moment’s nigh!
Let’s slice the pizza into pieces!
Together, let’s enjoy the taste of life
until the light within us ceases!
A mystical woman that sought my style,
Historical poet of times gone by,
Dreaming all the while,
Different styles for our paths to socialize.
Compassionately known too many.
I do realize.
Cherished friend of my words I write.
Supportive to so many others and me,
Her style not trite,
Never to meet this soul in reality,
Only to know her through words,
All her ability,
Perhaps one day our force will intersect.
I look forward to our time.
Love of our friendship shows in words.
Friendly notions capture our hearts.
Poetic passionate swords,
If time allows no capture of any moment.
We shall know each other later.
In natures movement,
Her name is Carolyn Devonshire
Full of rhythm and flow,
Poet to admire,
Tribute to Carolyn Devonshire a dear friend
Your love whistled through my heart
Swung through my leaves
Danced with my soul,
And as we touched
Our skin quivered
Tears were shed
As hands of Zues
Which so tenderly caressed my every need
Breathlessness swept over my body,
You my master
The chief of my embodiment
You captivate my every move
And spread words of song a cross my bounty,
My everything you,
Darkness lit by the wonder streaming from your eyes.
You brought me to new heights,
Flew me upon the Alps,
Graced snowflakes upon my lips,
Traveled through my soul
And filled me with your love
The love none other could have gave
And you gave unto me.
You my morning
By night I see your face as I close to sleep
Dreams wash through me
Wonders of the beauty which lay ahead
None other than your name plagues my thoughts
An entranced beauty
A touch of God and tong of angels
Your heavenly word rings aloud
Washing over me
You are my strength
My weakness which entangles me
A web of a future tied to a string of matrimony
Ignighting a flame
So dormantly spent laid amongst tattered sheets
And tear stained pillow tops
Your praise lingers through me
Ringing aloud the wonder of you
A wisperer you are
So galently arousing me
Intrigued a wanton spirit bounding back inside of me
As you stand before me
A shadowed figure
Streaming a moon lit future
Spread amongst the stars
The heavens shine before us
As we fall into another
An embrace shaking the grounds
Heavens pour out cries
As we surrender
Through the gentle breeze and tempered storm
I find peace in your arms
Where hell surrounds us
I see grace in your presence
Silenced in your weathered ways
A fellowship of understanding showers me
As you clasp your hands upon my face
I'm surrounded by the awe settled in you.
PERFECTION UNUSUAL TO HUMAN NATURE
AS YOUR BEAUTY IS PURE
A VOICE SO SOFTLY SINGING
YOUR WORDS ARE AS ANGELS WHEN THEY SING
LIKE A STAR LIGHTING THE HEAVENS
YOUR LOVES RAY NURISHES MY MIND AND SOUL
SUBCONCIOUSS I HAVE NO INHIBITIONS
LOVE WILL HEAR NO LIES
SWEETLY CHARMING THE MASSES
A FREEWILLED CHARM THAT SPEAKS THROUGHOUT TIME
AN ENDLESS SOURCE OF INSPIRATION
WITCH FROM INSIDE YOU SEEMS TO RADIATE
A BLESSING TO AKLL THOES AROUND YOU
You, my friend, are milky white
You are the best rapper there ever will be, despite
You are a musician from Mammoth Inc.
And the music is funnier when you drink
You consider yourself "The Good Reverend"
However, never shall you be a Godsend
You are nevertheless extremely old
And with the ladies you aren't quite bold
My advice would be: stay away from cops
And likewise tobacco shops
Yet, My friend, You are the best
And I would have to say, I am truly blessed
having not known
when he meet death
i find myself the last mourner
none the less
i have grief to shoulder
that have become bolder
as history becomes older
a time in my past
and often remembered moments
that made me what i am
my teacher, my master
words he would not understand
but Herman Ruff
was more than just a man
i was just a teenager
when God put me in his hand
with gospel music
he molded my past
i never let go of what he gave me
it still last
i take that talent and use it
where ever i am
that part of him still lives because
he put something inside of me
that said "I can"
i can make music
more beautiful than before
i can use my voice
to open hidden doors
i can make people
stand to the floor
with tenors harmony
that makes them beg for more
all this came from a man
i now adore
with words of tribute
that say i could have done more
some where up in Heaven
on the grandest of grand pianos
giving God the Glory
the way he taught me
in my lonely happiness
my secret joy abounds
it's because i've found away
of keeping you around
even when your far away
i keep you in my mind
your image always with me
i hope till the end of time
hopeing, just wondering,
and pretending the most i suppose
staring out into space
letting my mind compose
hours, seconds, minutes of joy
while idle time is disposed
i'd like to think of different ways
i would like to propose
but i'll always keep you secret
and keep you safe in my mind
because in my mind we're best friends
and we're together all the time
You are no longer in my life.
You're in my diary
Tucked away safely in the pages.
There I know I can keep you secretly.
I can read of happy times
When all I did was because of you.
Every time you made me smile,
It would effect every nice thing that I would do.
Now life is so confusing
And I wish that you were still my confidant.
The only thing that made sense was you.
You're the only person I know of that I want.
I'll continue to read of love and frienship
And I will continue to remember
How happy I was and am to have known you.
So here's to the sk8er boi I met last december.
Noodles, noodles, I love Noodles,
make me happy every day.
Run down my throat like
with smells of heaven in
Oh noodles, noodles, what would
with out you to save
Life is harsh and shows
me no sympathy.
You are my saviour and
I feel safe with you
by my side
Youll always be a
part of me
till the end of time.
Noodles, dear Noodles,
you are always mine.
How do I describe you? Where do I begin?
Your determination couldn't be bought.
It would seem as if we have a lot in common,
When in reality you're everything I'm not.
I have never forgotten how
You walked in the rain just to call me lovely.
I had never recieved such a compliment.
How you could be so charming is above me.
The great thing about you is, when I was down,
You always had a hand to lend.
But, now I realize, after all we've been through,
You are better as just a friend.