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Journal

A new poem for GittiArts RED II

Another lovely image from GittiArt.
Her art always inspires me to dream. I get caught in the feeling of romance in Paris as I watch her paintings.
Check out her lovely work here :!GittiArt

My Arrival
She lie there in the evening room.
One where we often held each other.
Here is where we shared our love time and time again.
I stood at the door these feelings filled my mind.
A thousand thoughts came and passed so fast right before my eyes.
Its been four years since I was here my work took me away.
I stood on board that sad sad day and watched my ship carry me away.
And there she was filled with tears as we sailed to war.
But in my heart I knew I would return.
The enemy no match for us.
The war was long, but you remained forever on my mind.
My ships return was not announced.
And now I watch you sleeping

A poem for Barbara Zuzevich image "Never Alone"

I write poetry for my friends and this is another one of the lovely Images that inspired me to write a poem.
I love images with emotion as you see this is one “Never Alone” by my friend Barbara Zuzevich is full of wonder and imagination. She’s quite an artist.
Check out her lovely photography here:!"http://www.redbubble.com/people/babcia

Yellow Sky
Winter was two months away
but a strangeness drenched the valley.
A sudden chill filled the air one that left you lifeless.
Old folks knew of this chill it left many dead.
They said he came to seek revenge our valley was too happy.
The field’s once green turned brown with sorrow.
Skies once blue turned pale yellow as the sun tried in vain to shine.
Clouds of birds in flight screaming as they left.
Children crying as they flee in tears.
This was the day

A new Poem for Maureen Groblers photo

The Dance
Morning came and there I was faced with lonely thoughts.
Faced with thoughts of where I was in life’s changing hues.
Faced with my reality as morning kissed the sea.
As I looked out, far out, as waves rolled in again.
I watched the waves touch the shore
and thought they dance well together.
And then I laughed at that silly thought.
Like life’s little twist and turns never perfect.
But at times so sublime in its uncertainty
you know when you been blessed.
And I faced with the silver sea look out and realize.
It’s never new and never old it simply is a changing force.
Its life pure and wild in its uncertainty.
As I run I watch my thoughts match the raging sea I smile in my loneliness.
I smile at these thoughts that bind me to the earth.
Afraid to reach beyond the unknown safe in my reality.
And h

The Road to You A poem for Eva Andreasson

I write poetry for my friends and this is another one of the lovely Images that inspired me to write a poem.
I love images with emotion as you see this is one “Highway to Heaven” by my friend Eva Andréasson is full of wonder and imagination. She’s quite an artist.
Check out her lovely photography here:!"http://www.redbubble.com/people/evaan68

The road to you was cold that day, and then came the snow.
I thought about going home and then I changed my mind.
I thought this time before I left take a heavy coat.
And in my pockets I found my gloves and a knitted cap.
I watched the snow fall all around and soon it touched my knees.
A blizzard flew before my eyes the road it disappeared.
And here I was knee deep in snow on my way to you.
The whiteness of the snow made me squint my eyes.
I crossed my finge

"Rise Up" a poem for Mary Cambell's photograph "Other Worlds"

I write poetry for my friends and this is another one of the lovely Images that inspired me to write a poem.
I love images with emotion as you see this is one “Other World” by Mary Campbell the image is full of wonder and imagination. She’s quite an artist her work is loving and her poetry is profound.
Check out her lovely photography and poetry here:!Mary Campbell

North they flew on wings that men did dream.
Off they flew to another world one without man.
Off they flew as they sang I heard them from my chair.
This time of year I’d watch them fly away from here.
I wish that I could go with them.
I wish that I could sing with them.
I wish that I had wings to fly up up and away.
This season is my favorite time I watch them every day.
I dream with their trumpet voice as they fly away.
Up Up away I go

"From this Porch" a poem for Kim Howards photograph Breath

I write poetry for my friends and this is another one of the lovely Images that inspired me to write a poem.
I love images with emotion as you see this is one “Breath” by Kim Howard is full of wonder and imagination. She’s quite an artist her work is loving.
Check out her lovely photography here:!Kim Howard

From this porch I watch time go by.
I watch as we go crazy.
I watch as men set out with plans to control the masses.
I watch as men plot lies to set us far apart.
While their main goals to paralyzed while they make slaves of us.
From this porch far removed I watch as people die.
I see the killing on TV the drama makes me cry.
From this porch I watch as men drop bombs in holy places.
And then I watch as holy men cry out with their own hate.
I watch it all here on my porch as children die of hung

"What is this madness" A poem for Redviolins lovely art.

I write poetry for my friends and this is another one of the lovely Images that inspired me to write a poem.
I love images with emotion as you see this is one by Redviolin is full of wonder and imagination. Shes become quite a artist her work and poetry is loving and full of fantasy.
Check out her lovely art and writing here:!Redviolin

What is this Madness

Shadows visit me each night
I know who they are.
I know who they come to find as darkness comes to town.
I know them well each one of them
friends who’ve gone before.
Not one of them is clear to me but I know them very well.
Mary lost her life at three gun fire took her away.
Brad running in the park struck down by gang’s at war they say.
Justin walking home from school never saw what hit him.
As screams of laughter filled the car they thought

The Leaves

I think on leaves that drift to earth
From trees with roots that grip the earth before man came this way.
I watch them fall from up above and thoughts flow from my mind.
I watch them tumble to the ground and wonder if they know.
That I am here with watchful eyes as they slowly die.
I watch them fall silently like souls that leave the earth.
And ask myself what did they think or did they even care.
What did they think when man arrived did they welcome him.
Or did they take a long deep breath and tremble as he passed.
Did they know what man would do deep with in their heart’s.
As they watched from high above as man wandered on.
Did they shed many tears as forest disappeared.
I watch in silent payer as they float around.
Some they look as if they dance finally free at last.
I stand and talk to them each …

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