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wandering in thoughts.
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love
Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love
There is no man present that I can see
Who looks upon the ocean wide and blue
And understands not it's lasting beauty
For it is there a spirit dares to lift
There one appreciates life's little gifts
Where fragments of home crack beneath your feet
It is here, at last, I shall take a seat
This panoramic view swallows me whole
Whilst I gaze on humbled by such smallness
I let that truth absorb into my soul
And nature will do whatever it must
Whether it be a soft breeze or harsh gust
I'll watch as fates and failures slip away
Into the thresholds of another day
How old people take medicine over the years.
they feel different live in tension and fears.
what is good flavour to live always in tears?
they are irritated and abusive in some hears.
but still they inspire jump in the forward gears.
they worried to draw a will for their next kin.
still they scroll numbers to play lottery to win.
they occupied to grab money they think its not sin.
they love holidays and luxuries, living for fun,
they are not scrap don't throw them in a bin.
Drinking alcohol is harmful they do as fashionable style,
don't eat much red flash but they do, take advice in a file,
don't walk hard n't good for heart but they walk another mile.
they know death has dreams they love happy ending smile.
You gotta tell me,
The secret you hold,
Gotta tell me,
All of the untold.
Raise off your knee,
Give your soul what it needs,
Off your knee,
And plant the seed.
Fight against the pain,
Break the chain,
Against the pain,
Run through the rain.
Cover your eyes,
Don't recognize the lies.
To banish my violent games
Is to banish your writing pens
I may fantasize in gunfire flames
As you've written of now and then's
I have killed a billion bytes and bits
You have made a billion many bored
But the bytes and bits are not life lists
And the pen is mightier than the sword
Actual time of occurrence is killed
Not the people of angry games or rhyme
Complete devastation when drinks are spilled
Satisfaction from both fulfilling time
Unlikeness of a poem I'll leave it be
Unlikeness of a game you leave it be
(I'm not sure if this is a true sonnet poem, I am not a poet, I just started getting into poetry (reading mostly)so I can enhance my ability to write lyrics to my music ... feel free to critique,this is my 1st poem I have ever attempted to write properly.. (Im gonna need all the help I can get ! )
What happens to those words we never say?
Many times words are left on tip of tongue
for some love is the hardest word to say
forgotten like thoughts and songs never sung
yet our minds remember it all so clear
instead of words we remained silent
as maturity grows erases fear
a few not said words may be violent
being able to speak truly a gift
words of kindness comes and goes straight from heart
a few kind words can give spirits a lift
and some words can tear someone’s heart apart
keep in mind actions speak louder than words
reach for those flowers instead of those swords
With golden locks and fancy frocks,
She looks just like Faye Dunaway.
She's like a fox, smug as she rocks
That retro scarf and wool beret.
I bet she'd even rob a bank
With sultry smiles and cunning ease.
I'm sure she'd only fire blanks--
A natural and eternal tease.
And in this modern day and age,
She doesn't even have a Clyde.
The only star to walk this stage,
She needs no man to grace her side.
With independence as her creed,
She makes a bonnie gal indeed.
Set me free Lord set me free,
Take this evil I lay with away.
Take this torture turn it astray.
Walk with me just let me be.
Look inside my heart to see,
Erase my mind as I do pray.
Renew my spirit all in a day.
Sign me up for a high decree.
Leave all this as dust in the wind,
Scatter past present and future,
I will not falter nor will I bend,
Send it all away with no suture.
Set me free Lord, take this madness and put it in its place.
I must warn you it wears a mask to cover up its ugly face.
(R) Registered: 2013 Ann Rich
Ahoy listen to the sounds of bird song
the screaming of the gulls way out to sea
let your mind drift to distant times and long
for freer times when you were a gypsy
Now bound by love you left the road behind
no longer travelling by caravan
your life now is not free but confined
you sit hoping waiting for the mailman
A fiery wanton beauty you once were
you no longer know who you have become
remembering past times as fast they blur
to their memories you have to succumb
Wanton gypsy dance with me by firelight
pleasure me as we dally in moonlight
Right the message through out the halls,
Scream it at the top of your lungs.
Through the echo we hear the call,
And because of our braveness it overcomes.
I don't wanna believe the message,
But it seeps through and thickens my blood.
Like heavy baggage,
It pulls me with the flood.
But while I'm gone,
Keep spreading the words,
Keep singing the same song,
Until they're all cured.
The sentences colder than hypothermia,
That infects worse than septicemia.