We need a world, where there’s no darkness / Oh God grant that we never seek / We need eternal life / We need peace!
for my love …
You always thought of me as a / Mermaid / In a sea of sharks / You thought they were always looking at me / So you were protective / Then you …
I am so flattered by myoriginalsin’s stunning artwork below, entitled / Mermaid inspired by my very own poem. / Please check out her gorgeous portfolio, she has such a unique talent! myoriginalsin
But look! / Even with the loss of their luscious canopy / to issue forth Eucalyptus, the cleansing of the air
For those who despair at the ravages of bushfire on our glorious bush My good mate Darren Stones posted this thoughtful shot of Tambo Crossing / On this the 70th anniversary of the Hottest day on record and the biggest bushfires Victoria has ever seen …... / Look beyond the burnt out land to the hope in the mountains and the evidence of awesome resilience in the tree right before your very eyes! The bushfire season is upon us again Please be careful where you leave your rubbish …. glass acts like a magnifying glass & starts fires! & what you throw out your window … a lit cigarette butt one moment a raging all consuming uncontrollable bushfire the next! / One was even started by a man pulling off the road into long grass and the exhaust lit the grass and WOOF!!! half the high-plains went up! I pray the idiots don’t start them, nature has her own plan! / Chookas! X♥X OMG UPDATE: / This was written January 13th the 70th Anniversary of “Black Friday” 1939 – the worst bushfires in Victoria till that date – 71 died as the whole state from the SA border to the Gippsland / NSW border was ablaze with bushfire. / Ash Wednesday on 16th Feb 1983 killed 72 but 12 were firefighters that died trying to save a house in Beaconsfield – then an outer rural town now part of Melbourne’s urban area (just up the road from me!) I remember that fire and the fear we all had as Melbourne became cut off from the world by road rail & air leaving only ship evacuation as the fires ringed the city and threatened to close in! BUT Saturday 07-02-09 our north eastern hills exploded in a firestorm to rival all others. In a matter of hours over 180 people perished and towns were obliterated! / Before the month of February was over the fires had claimed 210 lives! / Thousands of homes completely gone! / The fires burned uncontrolled for a whole month / most of them deliberately lit This was the worst fire we have ever had …. / and hopefully we shall learn from it and never fall victim to it in such magnitude again! Phoenix Appeal because even if the fires are over they still cannot go home! ♥
In a world / of disillusion / and disappointment of chaos / and confusion we must find / ...
I wrote this when I realized that this world is not as bad as it seems…..
I remember how we used to play everyday / Laughing under the sun, endlessly. I’d make up games / as we ran around my playground. / We’d p…
I don’t understand how people can forget their friends when they fall in love. I really don’t understand that. Never forget your friends. Lovers come and go, friends are irreplaceable.
The almighty and final nothingness The quietus of our soul
I don’t write very often… only when I feel compelled to. This was something overwhelming that I just had to write… it came from deep in my gut and heart. Always unanswered questions…. questions that only I can answer with my own faith and soul truth. It’s not been edited (only my own revisions). Any thoughts on revisions will be welcomed.
thick golden days / rich / like syrup / and heavy / with memory / when all the world / was sepia
A poem about youth and remembrance. Written 15 May 2009.
We / Only / Seem / Insignificant / but lay down and let the water, the sky and the earth and the air.. churn in the body
Inspired by Billyb artwork INSIGNIFICANCE / INSIGNIFICANCE /
I am Alive Forever and always Essence Rebirth Renewal / I have earth to ground me I have wind to move me I have fire to …
Simply put: This is a poem of the wonderous and most beautiful TREE. / This poem is another concrete poem of mine, which means it was written to be in the shape of a tree. but, it seems RedBubble doesn’t hold the image, and places every line left, no matter what i try. I’m still new, maybe there is a way to format it so it holds its shape? anyway, I thought I’d post it anyway, since i like it. :)
evolving…transcending self and one’s own limitations…dissolving limiting perceptions…always dreaming, experiencing and experimenting…tr…
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“Come to the window… / I can see myself more clearly, / here…” A Valkyrie goddess – / gold and pink, / with the heart of a dying child; ...
A poem dedicated to my beautiful, Goddess of a mother who died tragically when she was young (26) , long story, and all she taught me of life through her tragic death and sacrifice. This is a poem written from her perspective in italics, her words to me…at least, those are the things she taught me… I love you, Mum. :)
I hate that you know me so well, / mostly because I hate / to hate anything, / especially something that makes me / breathe fire / from my no…
i wrote this yesterday. I was pretty depressed, and my ego was showing in the form of the all-mighty evil one herself: jealousy! hate that! / Self-loathing sucks, don’t it?
I kid you not.. out of the window.. a band started to play Proud Mary as I uploaded.. now tell me if life is not pure unadulterated.. folly.. wow. I did not know of a band playing nor did I know their playlist..
You are here finally … / soft as a whisper, / you come over to me / And you sit down beside me. / “Sugar” you said / “How does that make yo…
Just in the nick of time! / I almost could not believe my feelings today / I felt loved / by this visitor.
I trace the memory of your love / upon my daughters face; / she has your grace within her eyes, / though love can’t be replaced, it can t…
I’m feeling my mother today… / This poem is about my beautiful mother who passed away at 26 yrs old, and my beautiful daughter, Ava, and how I can always find my mom…all I have to do is look in my baby girl’s eyes.
What’s not to like about living? / When turning round you’re standing there
Everything is so overwhelming today.. I feel just like this poem
I am lost here / No past or future
Lost in Now.
you sent me a movie of your caring I watched you click on / view seems stunted but the feeling is mutual / words from a great poet you s…
Loving gestures are wonderful / sometimes depending on the day they switch on a feeling / not good nor bad really / however something that gets attention more than the purpose / of the gesture / tis our own agenda of course that dominates everything / that is why I find it hard to believe we could influence a fly / cept in death / but even then the choice seems to be / fight or allow / I like to think if I faced a death and I could choose how / I would respond / I would choose the allowing / and maybe I could stay conscious through the transition / from life to life / anyway I love others / I love me / gestures are are welcome / from you to me.
No split ends / Just splitting headaches / That pounds like a thousand racing hearts
This has nothing to do with my present relationship. Everything is good…smilez….I just was thinking of my last relationship on this one. I sometimes wonder if they ever looked back after they stole away with my heart. Do they ever regret what they have done. I would love to ask ….but what has been done has been done. And does who linger in the past just ….live forever in the past never to see the future….
Breeding / desperation; / clawing at the last brick / in a wall wavering above / your death. Eyes dart / side to side to / frenzied s…
the most horrible truth of too late.
I took a road to forever dusty and rutted with cares that life brings exclusively tailored and layered for one such as me. rabb…
Inspired by a new artist on my watchlist. / Vincent James Vincent James / I saw his shot this morning called / Road to Paria and felt compelled to write. / I find that today is full of surprises and I have been sitting in the Apple shop (trying to pick up my computer ) since 11:30 am and it is now 3:58pm.. I love this place.. better machines to communicate on than a library so I am cool. Lucky that this is a day off and I am allowing for this to be just as it is.. a day to let the open door say.. This is where you are going today Linaji. A bit Dr Seuss.. I love him so. / and so it is. xxxx
It is in the heartbeat of a new day’s birth / In the aching solitude, the quiet aloneness / In the vigilant veil of the morning mist / In t…
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